The boy was taken to a tall table with a platform in front of it. The table itself was cushioned for one to lie on it comfortably. At the end there were shackles, so that the victim was pressed against the end of the table, his legs attached, leaning forward with wrists attached to the sides. End result was that he was leaning forward against his elbows, his mouth ready to serve the one lying on the table itself. Under the table, one had free access to his genitals, as there was a hole on the end board with straps to secure the cock and balls. The boy was led onto the platform and Laedia got up on the table, getting comfortable. She lifted her skirts while the other women attached him. Then, Solo grinning at him, she took the boy's head by the hair and shoved his face between her legs. His soft mouth on her cunt. He got to work. She had spent the last couple of weeks traveling for business, sweating in the mid summer's sun. For the last couple of days she hadn't washed softcore herself down there, as she'd know that she would asian want to be eaten once home. Cunts should only ever be cleaned with boy-mouths, she often said, joking only partly. Ferrah went to fetch something from the table of toys at the edge of the room. She returned with two objects: a two-headed metal cock attached to a harness and a bottle of lubricating oil. After applying oil on it, she strapped the cock to the front of her (one head went inside of her cunt) and then rose onto the platform. She started oiling the japanese boys asshole. He whimpered softly. The women's eyes briefly met, and they both scowled. Ferrah and Laedia had been at odds with each other for some time now. Laedia could not remember the reason, but she did know that the bitch annoyed her. Still, they could be more or less amicable next to a shared interest. After finishing with the oiling, Ferrah started inserting the strapped-on metal cock in the ass. The boy tensed and groaned, and Laedia had to pull no his hair harder to keep him eating. Once the cock was in properly, Ferrah started moving her hips back and forth. The boy whimpered with his eyes closed. He was no longer a virgin but was far from inured to ass raping. Ferrah, both arms tattooed, held him hard by the hips, nails digging into skin, and started fucking him intently. He moaned in discomfort and pain, yet to his credit kept his mouth working nicely. The vibration from the noise was always a nice touch. Ass and teen mouth thus violated, one more important part of him remained unabused. But not for long. With a wicked smile, Deelah strolled over with a vial of Elixir in her long-fingered hand. She dove under the table, and Laedia watched as the young woman (she was barely in her fourties but already very skillful with the Art) started preparing the boy's cock. Oiling it with the clear liquid. I said sorry but I had to go. She turned to him and smiled. “What kind of a girl do you think I am, Andy?” She sounded offended. "Kim, the bedroom is my domain, we've settled that and I felt this was a bedroom softcore issue." And then it happened: she Solo got up asian to get something to show me. I forget what it was she was going to show me. All I remember is that when she got japanese teen up I saw the rest of her body for the first time ever. She sat back in her chair and shook her head, apparently exasperated at the memories she was accessing. Shelly rotated 180 degrees, and both guys moved right in front of her. “More!” she demanded. I gave her a tender kiss. “If it feels right, go with it. She said "I have been thinking about some of the things I was afraid to do sexually and giving a blow job was one." She milked his pre-cum to a large crystal drop and then stuck her tongue to it. Neither option appealed to him. Sucking both fingers then one at a time as I took my time savoring every second of her sweet nectar. “Let’s get closer.” Emma's pussy was soaking wet. Only fly in the ointment was that they were devoted Republicans to my flaming liberal. I could see Jill working on the clit.