Violet Violet and Her Silk Ropes of Despair – Black Dominatrix

 BLACK DOMINATRIX

Violent Violet and Her Silk Ropes of Despair

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This fun, witty sexual extravaganza was written from the varying view points of the main characters. Primary among them would be Violent Violet, the aggressive kinky BDSM black dominatrix and Jack and Bert, naked bound and helpless in her silk ropes.

Therefore if you, the reader, wish to know what perverse thoughts are coursing through the mind of Violent Violet as she pores hot wax on the suffering boys tightly bound testicals and wish to feel the nasty eagerness with which she plunges those poor abused plums into a frosty glass of icy slush, this book is for you.

Perhaps you, the reader, identify more with the tightly bound boys.  Want to know what they are thinking and feeling as the girls roughly play between their widespread legs?  You got it here.  Feel what they are feeling as they are forced to orgasm again and again while they are being alternately abused with the bright electric buzz of E-Stim, hot wax, cold water, ice, uretheral sounds and more post-orgasm cock abuse than any teenage boy should have a right to expect.

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SYNOPSIS

This fourth installment in the series, When MILF’s Attack, is entitled Violent Violet and Her Silk Ropes of Despair.  Violet, Mistress Rose’s sex slave, takes a pleasant train ride from urban Boston to suburban Brookline to collect on her sex slave bet with Jack and Nadine.  Femdom mistressViolet turns the tables on the two teens as well as their friends, Bert and Anita, by taking them through an intense obstacle course of sexual abuse for 24 hours as her sex slaves.

Where naughty boys and girls come to play,to leave sore and limping by end of day.

Within minutes of stepping off the subway Violet has Jack and Nadine aroused and stripped in the Brookline business district.  Things get no better for them biking home when the half-naked teens encounter a pick-up filled with horny Mexican lawn mower jockeys.  Once home, Violet and the four teens engage in an erotic mosh fuck; straining oiled bodies couple and uncouple as they roll together in a tight ball on the old trampoline.  This is immediately followed by Jack and Bert helplessly bound and subjected to extreme hot and cold stimulation as the girl’s abuse their bodies with ice and hot wax while simultaneously trying to make them cum.  Whomever cums first is the loser and will receive a special punishment of the boys’ choosing.  None of the choices appear pleasant and, in fact, are not meant to be.  Will the looser choose getting fucked by Violet with the evil electrified strap-on?  Will he choose Violet fisting his ass?  Or to avoid abuse, will the humiliated straight boy choose to suck off the straight winner?  Or, will the looser choose the mystery punishment which could potentially be much worse than the other three.  And all of this takes place in just the first three hours of a sleepless 24 hour ordeal that will leave the teens exhausted, hallucinating and cummed out.  Not so Violet.  The teens learn the hard way that it is never a good idea to be the slave of a kinky, sexually perverted black girl.  

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Excerpt One

SET UP

As part of Femdom Mistress Violet’s sadistic abuse, she forced Jack and Bert to compete against one another.  The loser was the boy that climaxed first.  Unfortunately for Bert, he lost.  This except begins with Jack, who is very close to climaxing himself, describing how he would like to nut off.  Violent Violet agrees and the following ensues.

“Jack, you’re the winner, obviously,” Violet said to the heavily trussed up boy.  “As winner, us girls will get you off any way you want.  Name it.”

Jack hesitated a moment.  “I’ve never cum hands free before.  This E-Stim is awesome.  I’ve been riding right on the edge of cumming now for at least five minutes,” he said, the pent up passion strong in his voice.  “I want the E-Stim to make me splooge,” he said, panting in the continued effort to edge himself along on the brink.  “But since you asked, you could turn it up higher.  And when I do start to shoot, Mistress Violet, could you please direct my cock to the side so I don’t cream myself.”

“I could do that,” Violet the BDSM sadist replied, impressed that he finally remembered to call her ‘Mistress.’  She picked up the E-Stim control box.  “Tell me when it’s high enough.”  She began to slowly turn the knob one small increment at a time.  She watched Jack’s face for any sign of distress only to find the most passion strained cum face she had ever seen.  It was Bert, still attached to the same device, getting diabolical unwanted head from Nadine who begged her to stop.

“Oh shit, SHIT!” Bert gasped, shuddering, “it’s too much!  Way, way….oooooohhh…”  The E-Stim forced his groin into a series of unnatural sexual contractions timed to each pulse.  His body, tricked by that and Nadine’s grinding tongue, raced to supply more jizz to fire off.  Between the sudden strong contractions and being unable to assimilate Nadine’s “pleasure,” his eyes rolled back into his head while he vainly bucked.  But Nadine had him dead to rights with a firm grip on his hips.  He could buck all he wanted; she ceaselessly ground her tongue into his frenulum.  As usual, his complaints were completely ignored.

Jack kept his groin relaxed.  He did not clench; any purposeful contraction on his part would bring an end to this awesome experience.  The much higher levels of power his prick was taking felt like every blood engorged cell in his cock was thrumming deep down low like the strings of a double bass fiddle.  The army of sperm cells were frantically jumping up and down in place in time with the pulses, throwing themselves at the exit, screaming in jealous hate at the free-flowing pre-cum on the other side of it.

“No, keep turning it up,” he said.  This looked like one of those rare opportunities where an orgasm would be so profound that it would raise itself up to another level of experience, transcending, elevating every typical sensation to ‘movie star’ status.  Having been there before, he knew he would be left in a frizzled orgasmic stupor.

“I’ve got it up all the way,” Violet announced.

“Stop, stop,” Bert screamed, “Oh it hurts!”  Oh shit, he felt like he was about to cum…again!  Within seconds he was on the verge of another climax.  “Oh my god.  OH MY GOD!!!”

Nadine never let up on that cock head.  She had her instructions.  She heard the boy scream.  She felt him uncontrollably tremble with every suck.  Perfect opportunity to double down on it.  So she did, hard as she could.  Bert cried out again, this time the tone of his cry was easily recognized: complete and abject pleasure.  Much to her surprise his cock began to pulse.  His first shot of cum filled her mouth.  He gasped and shuddered as she kept sucking, swallowing each jet the second it hit her tongue.

“Oh god! Oh god!”  Bert frantically gulped for air.  “Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!” Bert squealed with each shot as it left is prick.  Overcome by the incredibly strong snap that his unexpected climax created, the E-Stim feeling like he was being jerked off by the fat hands of sixteen frantic sumo wrestlers, he bucked and writhed, sweat pouring off of him.  Each pass of Nadine’s tongue across his frenulum was like an orgasm unto itself; if the E-Stim wasn’t making his groin force out more, her tongue sure was.

“So that’s as high as it goes?” asked Jack, still surfing the edge of orgasm.  He fluttered his eyes briefly, catching a glimpse of his prick.  Even he was impressed.  The heavily veined shaft was so fat, so purple and so aroused that it looked like it was going to explode, sending life-taking shrapnel everywhere.  He closed his eyes to best concentrate on riding the wave.

“Hmmmm.  Well let’s see here,” Violet mumbled to herself as she fumbled with the control box.  Fuck Bert, he didn’t need the E-Stim anymore.  Before she gave it much thought, she disconnected the part of the wiring harness that went to Bert.  Shouldn’t have done that.  Disconnecting Bert shunted double the power directly into the loop of conductive rubber that was wrapped tightly around the neck of Jack’s cock.  His prick, already alive with feeling, blossomed into momentary self-awareness as it took on a life of its own, sizzling, pulsing, dancing.  Like a fast-living rock star, his boogying meat puppet began a life that would be no longer than that of a shooting star.

Jack’s eyes slammed wide open.  Feel that!  Whoa!  That’s what he’s talkin’ ‘bout!  His balls hugged his cock tighter than monkeys hugging a tree in a hurricane.  His prick thrummed in readiness while his urethra irised wide.  He was forced into an almighty clench…and then the cum began to flow.  Fuck, that E-Stim hurt so good!  More!  More!

“Here it comes, girls!” Jack cried breathlessly.  As Jack felt his jizz enter at the root of his dick Violet dropped the control box.  Anita dropped to her knees by his side, wanting her share.  But Violet, always the nasty girl, thought it would be amusing to direct his spewing cock at Bert.  Since Jack wanted to have a hands free orgasm, she took him gently by the base to make it so.  Violet sneered at poor beat on Bert, gasping, bucking, orgasmically besotted Bert, who was still getting way too much oral from Nadine.  He simply got no respect.

Violet felt the base of Jack’s cock, already thicker than a wine bottle, expanded even more as it began to jerk and pulse in that way men have, as his jizz climbed up the inside of his shaft faster than Spiderman up the outside of a building.  His piss slit had dilated open to the size of her ring finger.  Jack’s cock spit, then sputtered in an excellent imitation of Old Faithful as the accumulated pre-cum was swept before the onrushing tide.  The first expulsion of cum turned out to be a thick, white waterspout.  Even Nadine stopped sucking Bert long enough to watch the long, thick stream of cock juice defy the earth’s gravitational pull.  If Jack would have been able to take a selfie at exactly the right moment, he would have gotten an awesome snap of an eight foot long vertical white rope.  Faster than a Mexican rocket powered by refried beans, that rope reached its apex, took a left turn above Bert, than cascaded down on Bert’s chest with an awful splat.  The second jet, though not as long, had full benefit of an E-Stim pulse so it had more momentum.  It rocketed over the boy and into the silk cords, joining Bert’s cum to form another decorative garland.  Filthy minded Violet, trying for a more comical humiliation of the looser, reduced the angle of Jack’s dangle, pointing his howitzer at Bert’s face.  Bert’s eyes widened in horror as he saw what Violet had in mind for him.

“NO!!!” he cried just as another turbocharged bolt of white lightning shot from the head of Jack’s prick.  Both Nadine and Anita gave Jack an enthused ovation as the fast moving jizz audibly splat against Bert’s sizable forehead, the terminus of a line of white that stretched all the way up from his knee.  Violet, the BDSM sadist, aimed the fleshy artillery piece a little lower.  The girls’ applause grew stronger as shots two and three hit him square in the nose.  Nadine chose that moment to dig her thumb into Bert’s throbbing frenulum.  He agonizingly squealed as pleasure quickly redlined into pain.  But their applause reached a crescendo when shot four, taking advantage of Bert’s open, gasping mouth, snaked itself through the barrier of his teeth and wrapped itself around his epiglottis.  He spit, he gagged, but it was obvious those girls didn’t care.  It just kept on coming.

Jack was in his own world of absolute pleasure.  The hedonistic pleasure each E-Stim backed shot of cum created was so sensuous that he realized that he could be experiencing an orgasm with each contraction.  This was the first time in his life that there was more than a single snap of orgasm.  Somehow Violet must have slowed down the electronic pulses and as they slowed, the pulse of the E-Stim and the snap of orgasm became one.  He achieved something he had not thought possible.  Four times he climaxed.  Four times in fifteen seconds.  His prick never stopped spewing.  His climaxing body paused, only to begin again.  Oh shit, not…  Jack was shaken to his core.  He vibrated badly, like an out-of-balance tire.  Then it happened a fifth time.  He swooned, vision tunneling.  Gasping for breath, it wasn’t enough.  His body needed oxygen!  An athlete, he knew the score.  He took control of himself and forced himself to regulate his breath, breathing deeply and fully.  No, he would not be passing out.

Anita was pissed that Violet was wasting Jack’s tremendous load on Bert, who didn’t want it in the first place.  Wanting the rest of it, at least, for herself, she managed to get Violet’s attention, making her intentions known by presenting her with a wide open mouth.

Grinning, Violet directed Jack’s endlessly spewing shaft at the blonde bulls-eye, figuring Bert had his fill.  Another copious fusillade tore from Jack’s prick, headed for the eagerly waiting girl.  Anita stood less than three feet from the source, mouth open, like a milking barn cat catching random shots of milk from a friendly milk maid.  While most of it hit its target, the overspray sprinkled her face with hot white seed.  Anita’s annoyance rapidly disappeared as she savored the concentrated flavors of Jack’s thick yolk.  Distracted by her taste treat, she miss-timed Jack’s next shot, the splooge slapping hard into her closed lips, splattering everywhere.  Ready for shot eight, cum now dripping off her brow, nose and chin, she looked like a hungry baby robin with its mouth wide open.  Jack did not disappoint.  Another turbocharged release, shot eight unerringly found its mark.

Anita, though used to Jack’s massive orgasms, still marveled at the volume of thick jizz that beat against her face, shot after shot.  She tried to catch most of it, it was so tasty and rich and smelled so good.  It made her feel like a mature woman, however, as his manly juices splattered against her from her nipples up. And as it still kept coming…

…the maxed out mad pulses beat inside his cock and his balls like a hammer pounding the he-man display at a roadside carnival.  As his cock continued to unload the too long pent up choad, his body began to reach for greater and greater heights of self-expression.  His cock, still busy with shooting gubb, was becoming extremely sensitive, adding another dimension to the never ending orgasm.  After six more tremendous salvos that turned Anita into the human equivalent of an ice cream sundae, his thick seed, the consistency of molasses and moving much slower, began flowing down the head of his dick.  The instant the thick mass came into contact with the E-Stim band circling the neck of his cock it became the path of least resistance and the devices entire electrical output was shunted to it.  The sparkling, flaring electrical pulses followed the thick yolk to that knot of nerves just under his crown, sending bright colorful sensation-filled balloons to his brain to burst in rainbow colors of pleasure.  The pulses flashed to the crown itself, creating an irresistible sparkling flaring scratching sensation not unlike the effects from a Tesla coil.  But for Jack the best part happened when the pulsing current followed his wad to his piss slit, followed it down his urethra and into his prostate in hot electrified spikes.  It created a second artificial pulse in his groin, echoing the first coming from the pad over his perineum.  The sensation was the perfect mimic of an orgasm.  It was fantastic, it was irresistible; there were no words for him to describe it.  He had achieved the impossible.  Although he was still cumming, he felt himself rising to cum again!

Jack’s body shook with each strong E-Stim jolt.  Fuck!  If lightning had a happy hour this is how it would be entertaining itself.  Jack’s prick shook as each strong pulse went down the center of it.  His frenulum joined with his prostrate to coordinate the orgasm within an orgasm.  His nuts, while frantically high jumping in their sack with each pulse, called up all semen reserves to active duty and scraped together the last of the remaining pre-cum.  By this time his prostate, from all the clenching, was becoming somewhat sore.  But it was still game.

“Fuck!  Fuck!  Ohhhhhhh fuck me!” Jack suddenly shouted in a voice hoarse, overflowing with passion.  “I’m going to cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm……oh…Oh…OH…ye…Ye…YEAH!!!  BABY!!!”  Jack reflexively arched his back as his prostrate clenched and stayed clenched while his groin and prick began to pulse with purpose.  The last of his ready sperm lined up for launch, pre-cum lubing the way.

Jack’s sudden outburst startled Violet, who was looking puzzled.  How can he cum again when he wasn’t done cumming?  She ran her nails up the spewing, jerking prick to his cock crown.  While she cupped his crown in her palm, she sunk her thumb against that cluster of nerves just under it.  Testing the waters, she rapidly flit her thumb back and forth, just like what Nadine was doing to Bert.  Apparently it was the ideal thing to do.  Jack suddenly ‘lit up’ just like the lighting ceremony for the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.

“Not that!  Oh fuck…OH!  AhhhHHH!” he bellowed at the top of his voice as the slow ooze from the head of his prick suddenly changed to became the second big screen feature of the day: Old Faithful, The Second Cumming.  His reverberating cock shot out a thick stream of cock juice.  And then another.  And then another.  Not nearly as copious or with the strength of the first time around, it felt, however, even more outrageous.  Jack once again felt like he was going to pass out as newly energized sensations blanketed his body.  The E-Stim and Violet’s thumb provided the accompanying fireworks.  A hurricane of sensations thundered through him so forcefully that he saw stars with each contraction of his groin.  Violet’s thumb.  The slower she ground her thumb into his frenulum, the more sensation was created.  Her thumb felt like it was glowing red hot.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Bert was getting the same treatment.  Jack bucked wildly, groaning with effort, trying to dislodge that digit that simultaneously felt so good and so so bad.  Too much pleasure.  Too much pain. Too much of everything!  His brain began to retreat into itself; protection that it needed until the storm passed.

Anita never moved.  Like a war hero, she stood in the line of fire as Jack began shooting at her again.  Still trying to capture most of his spunk in her wide open mouth, the second fuselage struck her repeatedly in the face.  Like a trained soldier, she moved in on the battery despite the intense pounding.  Then, in a Purple Heart moment, she dived, single handedly capturing the emplacement in her mouth.  His cock continued to gamely salvo as her victorious tongue mercilessly beat it into submission.  From that point on the only life at risk was her own.

Femdom mistress Violet never saw the like of it.  Two back-to-back orgasms.  Leave it to a horny teen to show the way.  She looked him over, from head to groin.  Cum everywhere.  His cum face was just about as purple as his cock.  His chest had flushed as well.  He was breathing raggedly, like he had emphysema.  Yet his prick, that massive bone, remained rock hard.  With a wet sucking sound she pulled Anita’s mouth from Jack’s cock head.  Experimentally, she polished his painfully sensitive cock crown with the palm of her hand.  That got him bucking again.  Perfect!  Just what she had hoped for.  He bucked so satisfyingly hard that she had to hold onto his cock with both hands.

“Aaaaaaiiiiiiii-oooouch!  Yyyouch!  Oh Violet, please!” Jack gasped, barely intelligible, “no, please stop that!  No!  You’re killing meeeeeee,” he moaned.

“Come on, Nadi-i-i-i-i-i-ine,” Bert squealed, throwing his pelvis, desperately trying to dislodge that nasty thumb that was punishing his cock.  Each harsh abrading pass felt like a layer of skin was being removed.  Yet there was that deep current of pleasure lurking beneath the bright pain that made it bearable.

“I’m just making sure that I got it all,” Violet, the BDSM sadist answered innocently, the thumb of her other hand re-investigating his frenulum as she continued to caress his crown.

“Same here,” Nadine said with a false concern.  “We wouldn’t want any of your jizz to pool in there and get all stale now, would we.”

A little dollop of scum suddenly appeared at his piss slit.  “See, that’s what I’m talking about.  It’s still coming out,” Violet said, rubbing all the harder, just about ready to leave him be.  Fuck, he looked so hot with his muscles rippling under his wax and cum covered skin as he bucked and writhed.  Jack collapsed like a sack of potatoes when she finally let him go.  She turned off the E-Stim.  Bert was still strenuously bucking from Nadine’s endless torture.

“Nadine, you’ve been working his cock head for the last fifteen minutes now,” she observed.  “Give it a break.  He needs to rest up a bit before we punish him.”  Horny from the two plus hours it took to make the boys cum in her own inimitable way and remembering that Jack was her slave for the day, it seemed only fair that she should get a little ride in just about now.  Just a taster.  She knew just how she wanted him, too.  The mere thought of sinking her cunt down on that hard cock got her instantly wet.  Violet straddled one of Jack’s outstretched legs, facing it.  She picked up his steaming, cum streaked cock, fitted it to the mouth of her vag, and with several flicks of her pelvis more energetic than a Miley Cyrus twerk, dropped down, plunging his crown and the first four inches of his cock well inside of her.

Jack watched bemusedly, if not more than a little concerned, as Violet struggled to sink his ten plus inches into her small opening starting with his oversized super-sensitive cock head.  He knew it.  The painful sensations from her tight pussy squeezing and sliding against it made him even dizzier than the grinding of her thumb.  The pain swirled in his mind like a tornado made of bits of sandpaper.  Jack mindlessly bucked, failing to escape the agony, inadvertently helping her as he slid deeper inside.  He could picture his smothered cock’s crown, now ultra-ultra-sensitive from the extraordinary multiple orgasm, brightly fluorescing, shooting out bolts of electricity like a Tesla coil gone mad.  In his mind’s eye, his cock had turned into a brightly hued, multi-cinematic multi-media agony spewing extravaganza.  He groaned piteously as Violet, intent on her own pleasure, began to grind on it.   He couldn’t believe it.  His poor cock crown was rubbing in her pussy even harder than in her palm.  He became light headed, his vision tunneled and the thought crossed his mind that he might be passing out anyway.  Then, the boner that he had since eleven that morning finally began to lose its stubborn stiffness.  And as it wilted so too did the intensity of the sensations.  He was exhausted.  His prick was exhausted.  He hung limply in the net of silk cord.  Limper yet, his softening, riotously sensitive cock slid out of the tight glove of Violet’s cunt.  She didn’t waste her time by trying to stuff it back in and dismounted him.  Jack took a deep breath, then another, visibly relaxing.

“That was awesome,” he murmured, his mind as bonelessly limp as his body.  “But don’t know if I want to repeat that any time soon.”

“That goes double for me,” Bert said remorsefully.  “Can you untie me now?” he asked hopefully.

Violet looked askance at Bert.  “You stay tied, slave.” Bert groaned.

“Shut up!” she snapped.  “Your punishment comes next.  Anita.  Wash him down,” she said disgustedly.  “He looks like a Ken doll that ran into a Klondike Bar.  The only bodily fluid he’s not covered with is shit.” Violet looked at the boy doubtfully.  “You wouldn’t want one of us to shit on you, would you?”

“Oh my god, no!” Bert blurted.  “I have no interest in…”

“Hey, just asking,” Violet said, watching Anita ready the hose.  “Nadine, why don’t you untie Jack.  He won and gets to rest.  Considering the quart of ranch dressing he spewed everywhere, he needs it.” She turned back to Anita.  “Go ahead.  Make it good.  I want him spic and span for his punishment.”  She rubbed her hands together gleefully like the vile villain in an old black and white movie.

“We’re going experiment on this loser,” Violet said quietly, looking down malevolently at the nervous boy as she fondled his frightened, exhausted nuts.  “We will find out if my tortures will be good enough…or should I say ‘bad’ enough…to make him pass out.”

Violent Violet, no stranger to over-the-top drama, leaned close to Bert’s face, stopping three inches from his nose.  She smiled a deliberately nasty smile, sending goose bumps down Bert’s back.  “I have a fourteen inch E-Stim urethral sound,” she cackled.  “Guess where that’s going to go, loser.”

Bert said nothing.  He did not have to.  The look of horror on his face said it all.

End of excerpt

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EXCERPT 2

Violet smiled nastily to herself.  She was going to be much meaner to Jack then she had been to Nadine.  She groped him, checking his meat.  As she hoped, he had a full-fledged boner rising out the top of his waist band under his shirt.  As with Nadine, Violet unbuttoned Jack’s cut-offs and grabbed the flaps.  But instead of merely jerking it opened, she braced herself and pulled them apart with all her strength.  The tab flew down and with a ‘ping’ the zipper broke off, torn from its track.  She jerked the flaps a second time and the zipper tore in two at the bottom.  Before Jack could react, she jerked the flaps apart a third time, and with a disturbing tearing sound the denim tore through to a leg opening.  Violet let the ruined cut-offs drop to the grass.  She circled her hands around to his front and with both hands pulled and stroked his erect cock.  She could have sworn that in the few seconds she held it, when the realization hit home that she had ruined his cutoffs and that he had nothing to wear from the waist down, his cock had stiffened into a tungsten rod.

“What the fuck did you do,” Jack asked in horror as Violet juggled his balls, testing their weight.  They were in the middle of the very busy business district.  He had a massive boner and nothing to cover it with.  He felt his face turn bright red.  What if they got caught?

Violet pushed away from the boy, picked up his ruined cut-offs, walked over to the trash bin and threw them in.  “We wouldn’t want to get a ticket for littering, now would we,” she simpered.

“Violet!  Shit!  Why did you do that?” he said, panicking.  “What am I going to do?”

“You get on your bike, slave, that’s what you’re going to do.  But first you must strap my luggage to the back of it.  Move it!  We don’t have all day.”  She watched Jack scurry over to her luggage, his ten inch plus boner bouncing obscenely under the tented running tee.  She grinned as he fumbled with the elastic cord.  “Better hurry,” she rubbed it in, continuing with a well-timed lie, “there’s a group of old ladies across the street looking at you.  And one has a binocular.”  She chuckled as Jack yipped in embarrassment.  Fuck.  She was horny.  When Jack bent over his bare buns made her more so.  She sauntered over to him and ran her hand between his legs from behind.  He uttered a high pitched “Oh!” as she again fondled his exposed balls.  She turned to look at the shocked Nadine and cruelly laughed.

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As heads turned their way Violet literally kicked Jack to the ground.  He landed with a thump on the lawn on his ass. Suddenly back in the sunlight, he reached behind himself to cushion his fall.  To his horror his top rode up to expose his hard purpled prick to anyone who cared to look.  Within seconds he had himself covered but not before a little old lady who was walking down the sidewalk toward them saw his oversized appendage.  She suddenly stopped in her tracks, blinking hard as if not sure she saw what she saw.  A small smile crossed her face and she changed course, making a bee line toward trio.

Jack squawked humorously, and quickly rejoined Nadine under the tree.  He was thoroughly panicked about his unwanted public nudity and scurried to hide behind her.  She smiled as she felt his cock pressing into her lower back.  The little old lady walked up to Violet. Violet was still breathing hard from the orgasm Jack had given her.

“Was he good?” she asked Violet in the soft, reedy voice of the very old.

“Say…wha?” Violet said, not sure she heard right, winding down from her orgasm, catching her breath.

“Is he a good cunt sucker,” she asked more precisely.

Violet was nonplussed by the bluntness this elderly woman.  When sex in a public place is discovered, one of two things usually happens.  One is either ignored or one draws a crowd.  It appeared as if she and Jack drew a crowd of one.  And if she was reading the signs right, the old lady was an admirer, not a moralistic finger pointer.  As Violet’s body calmed, she decided to play along with the lady and see where it would lead.

“He’s real good,” Violet exclaimed.  “For a boy his age he has quite the educated tongue.  And he knows how to use his fingers, too.  But his cock!  Now there’s a masterpiece.  When that thing goes exploring up my cunt…”

“I saw it.  It’s huge,” the old lady said sweetly, eyes sparkling.  “My Elmer had eight inches, bless his soul.  He passed 23 years ago at the age of 73.  He fucked me at least twice a week right up to the end.  Oh, how I miss his prick,” she sighed.  She looked Violet in the eye, smiling.  “My name is Hortense.  What’s yours?”

“Violet,” Violet said.  “You mean you’re around 96 years old?” she asked, incredulous.

“95,” she replied.  “I’ll be 96 in the fall.”  Hortense hesitated, unsure how to express what she wanted to this attractive black girl.  She knew instinctively that she had a window of opportunity only seconds long to make her request.  She took a deep breath and her ancient heart quickened its beat.  “Dear, it’s been 23 years since I had the privilege of having a hard cock in my hands and I don’t have many years left and would really like to hold one, one more time before I go,” she spilled out, her gentle voice trembling.  “Do you think your boyfriend would mind…”

“Oh my god, not at all!” Violet interjected, seeing this as a way to further embarrass Jack and at the same time made an old woman happy.  “He is the most generous of men.  Of course he will let you examine his cock.  He’s very proud of it and exposes it at every opportunity anyway,” she lied.  “Look at him.”  Both women glanced over to Jack who immediately blushed.  “See what I mean?  All he’s wearing is a tank top and flip-flops after all.  And in the middle of town at that!  Come on.  I’ll introduce you.”

Jack’s stomach started doing back flips as Violet slowly led the diminutive senior across the lawn to where he and Nadine were standing under the relative security of the tree.  He wanted to run but there was no place a practically naked boy could go to hide.  He pressed himself more firmly against Nadine’s back.  His cock wickedly throbbed under his shirt; so stiff, so stuffed with blood that the veins stood out in painful relief.  His balls hung sore, shouting their need to off-load a pint.  Shit, he needed to cum.  It was so disconcerting he could hardly think.  Between not rubbing one out since Thursday and now placed in an impossible sexual situation, his genitals were ready to rock, his cock wanted to explode.  He knew that if the girls toyed much more with it, he would not be able to control it.  Sure it would be great to orgasm but the price for it would be gouts of semen shooting several feet in every direction…in a public place.  But by then the two women were upon them.

Violet and Hortense stopped in front of the couple, smiling and excited.  “Jack, Nadine, I would like you to meet Hortense.  Hortense, I present to you Nadine and Jack.”  Both Nadine and Jack gently shook the elder woman’s fragile wisp of a hand.

Hortense’s eyes never left Jack’s.  She rarely had the pleasure these days of making the acquaintance of young men and he was uncommonly handsome.  And then there was that prick that she got only a very brief glance of.  “Honey,” she whispered in her ethereal voice, “you are very handsome.  Would you make an old woman happy and give me a hug?”  She was cagey old fox, she was tricky; she knew what she was asking.  She was 4’10” and he was well over six feet.  If she hugged him with that long loose erection of his it would be poking her under her chin.  Her mouth began to water.

Jack’s heart went out to the old darling.  Without thinking it through he said, “Of course!  I would be very pleased…”  Then Jack belatedly realized his boner would slap her in the face.  His heart went to his mouth.  Shit.  Back pedaling, he squeaked nervously, “Oh Hortense, I would really love to but…”

“Please Jack,” Hortense tittered, “Call me Hore.”

“Go on, Jack,” Nadine said wickedly, having had to endure his prick poking a hole into her back for the last couple minutes. “You’re not going to disappoint this sweet darling, are you?”

“But, but…” There was no way he could hug the old lady and keep his boner out of the way.  Not knowing what to do, he did nothing.  He didn’t move.

But Nadine did.  She swiftly moved from her spot in front of him to a spot behind him.  She put her arms around his chest and pulled him against her, holding the boy in place.  Jack put his hands over his crotch, futilely trying to hide his nightstick sized cock.  Nadine watched Hore over Jack’s shoulder as the wizened dowager’s eyes slowly dropped down his body to rest on the silhouette of his cock through the shirt.  Nadine smiled nastily, holding him tight, imagining what frightened thoughts were coursing through the timid boy’s mind.

It was now or never, thought Hortense.  Maybe the last chance in her life to fondle a young man’s uncontrolled erection.  She was no dummy.  She knew he was a young teen.  Maybe even underage.  She didn’t care.  She started fucking around in the ‘30’s when she turned 15 and never looked back.  She shuffled up to Jack, her eyes meeting his, and put her arms around his waist.  Jack had no choice but to reluctantly move his hands out of her way, leaving his groin unprotected.  She wrapped her arms around him, her hands dropping to cup his tight bare buns.  Jack could not have been more embarrassed as the shaky old lady felt him up.  Her feathery touch in his butt crack caused his cock to jerk a mamba between their two bodies; he heard a hollow ‘thump’ whenever it struck her in the chest.  To Hortense’s absolute delight, his cock’s crown poked her in the loose flaps of skin under her chin through the cloth of the shirt just as she thought it would.  She swooned with desire at the strength of the boy’s erection, as thick as her old, desiccated thigh.

Hortense leaned her head against Jack’s abs, feeling their definition under the thin tank.  She opened her mouth and gently gnawed on an ab with her false teeth.  She needed to see his prize.  She hadn’t been this excited, her heart hadn’t beat with such enthusiastic vigor in years.  She reluctantly released his buns, bringing her hands up under his tank to twist his tiny nipples.  He gasped again, reddening further.  Hortense smiled, enjoying Jack’s embarrassment and dismay.  Boys and their cocks.  She had so many over the years, all shapes and sizes.  With a featherlike touch she ran her fingertips from his nips down over his finely cut abs to where his lower stomach met his hip bones.  She cackled as he lurched and gasped under her tickling nails.  She moved her hands inward, circling the base of his hidden cock with both hands.  Hortense could but marvel.  He was so thick that her hands did not meet around the shaft!  She had to see it.  With a flick of a forearm, she flipped his tank top over and off his cock head.  And finally there it was, inches from her face, ticking with his heartbeat, the hardest longest thickest prick she had ever held in her 95 years.  It was beautiful!  Purple and drooling pre-cum, she could feel the veins throb and the heat of the shaft through the palms of her hands.  The big fat head was a gorgeous bright pink under his smeared fluids.  Then something happened she hadn’t experienced in two decades.  Her dusty cunt woke up.

Jack wanted to run.  Just take off and get out of there.  Intellectually he knew that Hore was simply yet another woman who wanted to admire his equipment.  But the reality was anything other than that normal.  He watched in utter dismay as the old woman played with his cock.  Her soft touch was electric as she swiped her index finger over the crown of his prick, wiping up strands of the sticky pre-cum that burbled from the slit.  He held his breath as she brought her finger to her mouth.  He watched, feeling vaguely horrified as her wrinkled lips closed on the sticky digit.  His concern amplified when her eyes fluttered shut as she smacked her lips.  Then she went nuts.

“Eureka!” Hortense shouted with startling senile intensity.  She was so happy that she hadn’t taken her meds that morning.  She felt especially frisky and daring.  Goodness, she thought, his pre-cum tasted just like Rudee Vallee’s did when she sucked him off in 1941.  Past excited, she pressed her thumbs firmly into the spongy base of Jack’s bulbocavernous muscle and slid them up the underside of his shaft to his cock crown.  She marveled.  More of that crystal clear pre-cum burbled from his slit to glisten like full lead crystal in the noonday sun.  When she felt her shriveled clit awake from its long sleep and adrenaline release into her blood stream, she groaned the groan of the newly aroused.  Then, with the wild look of a religious fanatic, she reached up and with a strange sucking sound, tore her false teeth from her mouth.  She tossed them to a startled Violet and began rabidly gumming Jack’s cock head. While her lips and chin shined with his fluids, she in turn left streaks of pink Dentu-Cream on his helmet.  Suddenly feeling light headed, Hortense’s hands dropped down from the neck of his shaft to his scrotum.  She clasped a kidney shaped testicle in each of her hands.  As Jack hissed in pain, she held on tight to keep from falling over.  Daintily slurping on his piss slit, Hore looked up into Jack’s panicky eyes.

“Do you know why I like éclairs, Jack?” she asked dreamily between licks of her tiny tongue, “I like them because every once in a while I’ll get naked, warm one up and then squeeze it at my face.  The cream comes squirting out and I pretend that a young man like you just came all over me.”  She sighed in memory.  “Good times.”

Jack’s panic increased.  He did not want to cum all over Hore even though that was what she wanted.  He would drown her.  And despite being grossed out by the pink streaks she was leaving all over his cock those gums of hers gnawing all over his crown actually felt sorta good.  But that good feeling was more than offset by the tight, painful grip she had on his balls.  What could he do?

Hortense herself provided the answer to Jack’s dilemma.  She wanted more than to simply gum the boy.  She knew what boy’s wanted better than they knew themselves.  In her decades of experience, it seemed that everything always fell into place when hard cock enters hot mouth.  With her own mouth watering, she licked her lips and opened wide.  Pulling hard on the balls of the reluctant boy, she again directed his hard cock toward her face.  But before she could force it into her tiny toothless mouth, her jaw clicked and locked painfully open.  A look of panic washed over her face as she took on the aspect of Edvard Munch’s iconic work, The Scream.  Suddenly faced with an entirely unexpected and painful problem, she let go of Jack’s sore testes to massage the locked joint.  She urgently turned to Violet, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Nnie aw ish huck,” she uttered from her drooling wide open mouth.  She could see that Violet did not understand her.  “Ni aw,” she said pointing at her jaw.  “Huck!  Ik huck! Helh ne!”

“Wha?” Violet asked, narrowing her eyes at the old lady.  It sounded like Hortense was asking her to hock a lugie into her mouth before she would go down on Jack.  OK.  Whatever.  With practiced ease she snorted up a large semi-viscous slime ball and spit it into the old ladies’ open mouth.  A look of horror washed over Hore’s face when the hocker hit home.  Something was definitely not right.  Hortense was no longer paying any attention to Jack who, now released from her nut sack death grip, was comically crab walking over to the waiting bicycles while gently cradling his sore testes.  What the fuck.  Was she having a seizure?  Suddenly this wasn’t fun anymore.  Nadine came to the rescue.

“I think she’s trying to say that her jaw is stuck, Violet,” she suggested.  “That used to happen to my grandfather.  Sometimes it gets partially…”

“Yeah, yeah,” responded Violet, upset that her humiliation of Jack, at least for the moment, had ended.  “I know how to fix it.  Then let’s get out of here.”  With that, she bitch slapped Hortense in the face, directly against the locked joint.  Hortense’s mouth snapped shut.  Violet helped the dazed senior citizen to the park bench and sat her down.  She dropped Hore’s teeth in her lap.  The senior was left happily smacking her lips.

“What flavor was that again?” she asked Violet.

“That’s the flavor of white boy,” Violet deftly replied.

“Mmmm-mmmm good.”

End of Excerpt

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