Bobby and the Webmistress Part 2
Beth smiled down at me, let her sandal drop, and used
her foot to tousle my hair.
"That's cute," she said.
She brought her foot down my face, rubbing the ball
over my brow, followed by her toes, and then lightly
drummed her straight line of toes over my closed lips.
She used her big toe to rub my lower lip, and when I
relaxed a bit, she inched the toe into my mouth. I
tentatively moved my tongue over the tart invader, and
she slowly flexed it in and out of my mouth. It was a
little sour from the hot summer's day in her sandle,
but it tasted like ambrosia to me.
`Suck it, Bobby, " murmmured Mrs.Acker.
I did, gently at first, and as I discovered how
exciting it felt, with more urgency. I laved and
circled my tongue around her toe, and when she slipped
it out, I followed and licked the valley between her
big toe and her second perfectly formed toe. I
pretended this cleft was her pussy, and my eyes rolled
back in my head as I and licked. Beth slipped
her other foot out of its sandal and brought it up
next to the one I was slathering and lapping. She
rubbed both of her feet on my face, pulling my skin
taut, as I leaned back on my hands, the forgotten on the carpet next to me. She moved the foot
I wasn't attending down with my mouth, down to my
chest and tweaked my right nipple roughly between her
toes, and I groaned. I felt no better than a dog,
slavering over this middle-aged strangers feet. I
snorted to breath. I felt enslaved to her.
"Jesus, look at his cock!" Alice slid off the couch
and crouched next to me.
I stole a look myself, without stopping my oral
ministrations to Beth's heel and ankle. My dick was
visibly throbbing, growing with each beating pulse of
my heart. It tented my underpants, and a dark wet spot
was spreading from its tip.
Beth was slouched in the white leather chair, and she
let her feet fall to my lap, to momentarily graze my
fourteen year hardon, and then to hook the elastic
of my underpants and pull them down. The purple head
of my prick peeked over the waistband. A big drop of
precum sat in the ovoid slit of my peehole. Beth drew
her honey colored silky soft legs back, bending her
knees until her heels rested on the seat of the white
leather chair. She spread her knees with her hands. I
looked up at her, her dress bunched at her hips. Beth
carressed her knees down to her thighs, and my eyes
followed. She wore very sheer black nylon panties,
which hid nothing. I a breath in. She smiled
seductively and slid forward a bit to give me a better
view.
She whispered, "The camera, Bobby. Take my now," rough and low.
I blindly searched with my right hand for the camera,
and grasped it shakely to my eye. The viewfinder
brought everything into sharp detail. Beth's tight
black clung to her pubic mound, her fingers
stretching the thin fabric taut, digging into the soft
crepe-like flesh between her thighs. Through the
viewfinder I could see right through the black nylon
mesh, I could make out each tiny little square framing
honey and rose colored skin. Beth's lips pressed
against panties, spread open, spreading a glistening
sheen of sex liquor on the nylon.
CLICK!
Beth pressed on either side of her sex with her
fingers laid flat, and I watched as the pressure cause
the head of her clitoris to pop out of its hood, a shy
plump little mollusk. She massaged herself in a slow
rhythm, and the bulb extended to a nub, and then grew
more. She soaked her black nylon with the
lubricants seeping out of her cunt, and squirmed a
little as she excited herself.
CLICK!
I felt Mrs. Acker move behind me, and while I waited
for the digital to process or recharge, or
whatever it did, she tugged my underpants down my slim
hips. I shifted so she could get them off my legs. I
knelt on my knees a foot away from Beth's crotch and
aimed with the camera. My dick pointed straight up
like a malevolent missile.
The fifty year slut had hooked a finger in the
leghole of her sheer panties, pulling them aside to
bare her vagina. Her was gorgeous, the
translucent color of an abalone shell, trimmed of hair
except for the areas above her pubic bone, where a
light spray of dark hair glistened with drops of
her copious juices. Her nether lips hung somewhat
ragged in a frame around her pussy, which gaped ope, a
black that appeared endless as infinity. Her clit
dangled down, and as she let her digits play next to
it, it stretched with her movements. It was
remarkable, three quarters of an inch and as big
around as the tip of my pinky finger.
CLICK!
I lowered the while I waited, and Beth lifted
her behind off the chair and lost her panties. She
rested back in a slouch, and put her feet on either
side of my head, resting on my shoulders, knees wide
open. I become overwhelmed by her scent, the perfume
of aroused woman, a mixture of perspiration, a
hint of expensive perfume released by body heat, and
sex, that indescribable miasma of pheronomes designed
to send males into rut. Beth was no longer posing, in
control. She masturbated inches from my face, her lips
curling, her eyes half-closed.
"You like my big nasty clitty, Bobby?"
"Yes, ma'am," I croaked.
"So polite," she replied with a sneer, "for a dirty
little slutboy."
She turned her ankles inward behind my head and by
flexing her knees brought my face into her sex. My
nose bumped into her trimmed patch of pubic hair, and
then I got my bearings, and slid my flattened tongue
down the skin of the hood that framed her obscene
engorged clit. I pressed my face between Beth's
thighs, and opened my mouth. I dipped my head, and
there it was. I ran my tongue over and around Beth's
hard long clitoris, and surrounded it with my lips. It
responded by becoming stiff and slick. I on it,
causing Beth to grab my hair. The middle aged porno
model whipped her hips against my boymouth, fucking my
face, and soaking my chin as her loose sopping lips coated my chin.
I felt Mrs. Acker's hands delicately skimming my butt
cheeks, as if ten butterlies were playing tag there.
Her fingers danced down my crack, brushing my asshole
and tantalizing my nutsack. I felt I would a
gallon milk jug's worth of boyseed if someone or
something touched my steely erection, but my forty
year mistress ignored it. Mrs. Acker ran
contrentic circles around my butt with her soft hands
as I Beth's ckit and began to drink in and
swallow her middle-aged flow. I arched my back
to allow Mrs. Acker easier access to my hindquarters.
She drummed on my tight asshole with a fingertip, a
beat I could feel all the way up inside of me. I heard
her fiddling around, and then a pop as a bottle was
opened, and then I felt a thin stream of liquid
pouring down the valley between my butt cheeks. Beth
ground her sex against my mouth, raising her hips so I
could tongue fuck her with my fully extended tongue.
She humped in tighter and tighter circles, and I could
hear her breath exploding in short bursts.
"Ohhhhh fuck.... Yeah, baby boy, eat my nasty pussy..."
Mrs. Acker pressed a single digit against my ass
pucker, and I pushed back until I felt her fingertip
enter my anal ring. The lubricant she's poured on my
butt made it easy to slide her finger deep into me. I
moaned as I kept lapping and guzzling at Beth's
amazingly sopping wet cunt. My best friend's slipped two fingers in my clenching asshole, spreading
me. My cock no longer felt like a piece of steel
strapped between my legs, it became heavier somehow,
different than it had ever felt before, and I loved
the feeling.
Beth slammed her crotch against my face,
simultaneously pulling my hair and banging my head
straight into her pussy, bruising my nose on her pubic
bone.
"Oh shit, yes, yes, yes!" Each yes punctuated with a
thrust of my pointed tongue along the underside of her
distended supersized clit. On the last yes she sprayed
my face with a milky white quirt from her pussy, salty
and unfamiliar. She twitched and every muscle in her
tight fifty year body stood out. One more spritz
of her juice hit me in the eye, and stung. She
released her grip on my surfer hairdo and pushed
me back off of her. I leaned back onto Mrs. Acker's
probing fingers.
Beth stretched and looked down at me with sparkling
eyes. She looked completely relaxed and happy, and I
felt completely worked up, antsy and alert.
"Jeeze, Alice, you better get a towel!" Beth giggled.
Mrs. Acker ignored her and kept at the delightful
torment of my rectum.
My dick was bobbing between my thighs, no longer
proudly pointing at the ceiling, but dipping heavily.
It looked scary and unfamiliar, purple all over, the
veins engorged and standing out from my shaft in relief. The head of my cock bulged, shiney and as
tightly stretched as a bongo drum head. A steady
stream of clear precum oozed from my slit, falling in
a skinny continuous viscous stream to the carpet. Mrs.
Acker turned her hand so she could press forward
inside me, moving against a wall of flesh behind my
teenaged balls, which were swinging back and forth and
full and loose. When she did this, the flow of my sex
milk increased slightly, and became thicker.
Beth shimmied out of her dress, dressed only in a
black brassiere made of the same transparent
fabric as her panties, and sprang over me. She quickly
returned to her white leather chair, holdiing a large
and intimidating imitation rubber cock, some eighteen
inches long. Curiously, it looked like two dicks
joined together at the end, with a hilt piece molded
dead center.
"Camera, Bobby," she reminded me.
I took a series of pictures of her rubbing the floppy
long dildo against her nipples. Beth had delicious tan
lines that set the white of her private parts in
glorious contrast with the even tan of the rest of
her. Her sagged a bit, with faint marks,
but her nips stood stiff, erect and aroused as she
dripped a line of spittle to the spot where the dildo
head met the crinkled nipple tip through the mesh of
her bra. She cirlcled both with the toy, then
moved it down past her navel. Click, click, click.
Beth once more used my shoulders as a foot rest as she
ran the diclo up and down between her lips. My
fifty year platinum porn goddess herself with the rubber penis, slowly inching it up
her wet tunnel. She used both hands to guide the
dildo farther and farther in, until the hit the
midpoint hilt. Beth eyes were closed, her shoulders
hunched, and she took her hands off the giant cock now
protruding between her thighs. She looked incongruous,
a fully feminine sexy woman with a nine inch
cock waving lewdly from side to side. She reclined in
the white leather chair and struck various obscene
poses highlighting her penetration. Mrs. Acker
maintained a steady torment of my teenaged butthole,
palpating my prostrate with two fingers, milking a mix
of precum and semen from my fat veiny cock. I could
barely keep the still, but I managed to
mechanically focus and click, focus and click.
Beth let her body slink off the white leather chair so
she squatted on the carpet in front of me. She pushed
the chair back with her elbows, giving herself room.
She grabbed hold of the swinging doubleheaded dildo
embedded in her with one hand and cupped my loose
sweaty ballsack with the other.
"That is sooo nasty, Alice. He's really making a
mess..." She encircled my dick with her long narrow
fingers. "Look at all that juice!" She frigged
herself with the dildo using short tight strokes, and
ran other hand up my flat stomach, lazily pinching and
twisting my nipples. I raised my hips and humped air
in rhythm to the persistent internal anal massage from
my best friend's mom. Beth looked in my eyes,
shuddered, and in her breath as she came all
over the dildo. I wanted to too, desperately, but
I was too afraid to say a word for fear of breaking
the spell woven over me by the two middleaged women.
"Let me play with him a litte, Alice," Beth said to
Mrs. Acker with an evil smile. Mrs. Acker removed her
fingers from my ass, causing me to emit a short cry.
Beth used my disequilibrium to push me on my back, and
then she said, "Hold his feet," as she grabbed both of
my ankles and pushed them up and back toward my head.
Mrs. Acker grabbed them and held them tightly. I
wondered what Beth intended to do, but not for long.
Beth rested the knob of the dildo end on my tender
asshole, which throbbed from the massage Mrs. Acker
had ministered and then abruptly abandoned. The fifty
year held a bottle of lube over the nine inch
length of exposed dingus and liberally rubbed the
stringy clear liquid up and down the scupted
simulacrum of masculinity. She rubbed the head of her
artificial penis against my puckered virginal asshole
and I groaned. I tightened my abs so I could rub
myself against the slick dildo head. Beth scootched
closer, and pushed with her hips. The dildo pressed
hard against my unwielding sphincter, and I
involuntarily cried out. It was too big, it would
never fit into me. It felt like it was tearing me
apart. Tears slid down my face to the carpet. I tried
to get away but Mrs. Acker leaned down as she held my
ankles in a vice like grip.
Beth took it up a notch, putting her entire weight
behind her effort to invade my ass. Mrs. Acker said,
"Relax Bobby, take it...", and as I let the breath I
was holding exhale in a long sigh I felt the head of the rubber cock slide through the ring of my
sphincter. "Ahhhhhh...." Beth sat on her heels stock
still as my ass adjusted to the intrusion. The she
pressed into me slowly, millimeter by millimeter,
filling me as I writhed under Mrs. Acker's grip.
Beth kept moving forward until the full nine inches of
my side of her cock lay buried in my dirt hole. The
hilt plate molded midpoint into the dildo smashed
against my testicles. Again Beth rested in silence. My
ass burned as if I'd been penetrated by a hot
poker. But with each heartbeat the pain subsided a
bit, leaving an anxious sensation of being filled.
When Beth moved again it was to painstakingly remove
the giant cock from my ass as my anal ring tried
vainly to grip it's molded veins and replications of
real penile textures. The fullness I'd momentarily
experienced was replaced with emptiness and lust.
Halfway out of me, my tormentor leaned back in,
and I gasped, "Oh, yes!"
"Yes what, Bobby?" Mrs. Acker asked dreamily from
somewhere over me.
"Yes, yes, ma'am, please fuck me! Fuck my butt, ma'am.
Oh god, it feels so fucking good! Yes!" I lay with my
eyes shut tight as Beth screwed her nine-inch cock
back and forth, slowly but steadily, halfway in and
out of me. My dick lurched back into tumid
attention.
Beth fell back on her butt, and the phoney penis
nearly slipped all of the way out of me. She scooted
on her ass back toward me once again pinning me with
her dick's full length. Then she lay back, her head
resting in the deep white pile of her carpet, placing
her legs on either side of me. She reached her arms
down along her sides, and she said, "Give me your
hands, Bobby." We clasped hands, and then Beth pulled
me toward her with her muscular golden arms. I gasped.
When she relaxed she fell back a little and her cock
slipped back as well. Satisfied by this position, the
fifty year began to fuck me, and herself, with the
double dildo in earnest. I was panting, prey to an
intensity of feelings I had never dreamed of, let
alone experienced. I tried to move with her, and we
struck a complimentary rhythm. I was fucking her now
too. We were fucking each other. I opened my eyes and
looked down my belly. I couldn't see the cock now
churning in and out of my ass, all I could see was my
dick, so bloated and it was unrecognizable to
me. It stood straight up from my groin, waving about
like an over inflated balloon.
Beth picked up her pace, slamming herself onto the
dildo that slammed into me. Every nerve inside my ass
was alive and danced as Beth lustily pumped me. I felt
a feeling like a blush begin behind my nuts, spreading
up, causing my cock to jerk and strain.It ran up my
clenched belly, up to my nipples which become hard
like little pellets. The blood rush went up my neck,
and I broke out into a feverish sweat as the blush
coursed up my face.
"Oh, yeah, Beth fuck the shit out of him! Make him
fucking shoot, baby, make him cum!" Mrs. Acker was
getting into it, watching our obscene tableau with her
nostrils flared, breathing shallowly from her mouth.
I swiveled my hips so Beth could drive the cock into
my ass, deeper, deeper at every thrust, I wanted to be
her fuck crazed butt slut. I never wanted her to stop,
and when she fell back too far and I felt like the
dildo might slip completely out of me, I desparately
pulled her back into me. I found a frenetic rhythmic
pace that caused me to go breathless, and kept it up.
The ring of muscles at the entrance of my rectum were
like a nether mouth, the delicious pink rubber
cock hungrily inside me. Beth whined and shouted
through three or four rolling orgasms, as I ground
against her with the double trouble cock that joined
our sexes. I squeezed my sphincter tightly against the
dick and pushed faster and faster when the unthinkable
happened. My bulging hardon erupted, untouched,
shooting my boycum thickly into space. The rubber cock
was up me to the hilt and I never wanted it to leave
as I sprayed globs of semen in an arc that hit me and
then Beth with beads of the silvery cum. Over and over
I spasmed, and I yelled, completely possessed. My
cocked waved and spritzed, totally out of control,
draining the vesicles of my raw pink nuts in blast
after vein-popping blast.
"Oh yes, baby, give it up, shoot it baby..." Mrs.
Acker murmured as I began to come down off the peak of
my incredible orgasmic seizures. I slumped, exhausted,
to the carpet, and Beth humped roughly against and
into my passive ass. Another splooge of boyjuice
squirted from my still bloated plump dick. She
repeated this, five, six times, forcing the last bits
of sperm in my body out of me and onto my belly. I
looked down at myself. I looked like I'd been hosed
with jizz. My dick was red, vermillion and angry
looking, and my testicles ached as if they'd been
punched a couple of times.
Beth sat up without exiting me. She leaned forward and
scooped sticky fluid off my thigh and brought it
to her lips. She slurped it up and licked her fingers.
"There's nothing tastier than teenaged sperm," she
said, her clear blue eyes twinkling. She eased herself
off the dildo, leaving it up my tender and throbbing
butt. The she kneeled next to me and kissed my mouth,
transferring a dollop of my onto my tongue. Out
tongues entertwined and when she pulled her head back,
a string of my spume hung between our lips. She
dipped her pretty head and ran her tongue over
and over my belly, cleaning up my mess. Then she
brought it all up to my lips, and we kissed with
passion passing my sticky seed back and forth with our
tongues. Beth reached down as our mouths played and
teased, and gently pulled the dildo out of me. I
winced. I was sore as hell, but would have gladly done
it all over to feel the rush, the fullness, the insane
and utter depravity of our last fifteen minutes.
"You'd better get cleaned up before I take you home,"
said Mrs. Acker as she knelt beside us with a hot wet
towel she'd prepared while Beth, the fifty year porno webmistress and I traded cumkisses. Beth stood
up and left us alone while my best friends wiped
me down.
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