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Subject: {ASSM} The Mature Webmistress Party (FFFFFMfm FemDom, oral, sex cons)
Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 01:10:06 -0400
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The Mature Webmistress Party
By Cinque Manson

Part 1

I left my house just after six, just as a cool breeze
began to relieve the parched suburbs at the end of a
long hot summer day. I was dressed in khakis, a short
sleeve dress shirt, and loafers on my over-sized
fourteen year old feet. I held a small gift wrapped
package in my hands, a birthday present for Linda, who
was turning fifteen the next day. I climbed into our
minivan, and waited for my mother impatiently. I
needed her to give me a ride to the Acker house for
Linda's birthday party, but the reality was I was
going to my best friend's house to play perverted sex
games with his mother and his girlfriend. 

My mother locked our front door, sauntered over to the
car, and climbed in. As we drove up out of the valley,
she admonished me not to drink, smoke, or otherwise
act badly. I sat in semi-silence. Drinking and smoking
were the last thing on my mind. I wanted to be
handcuffed and roughly treated by my teenage heart
throb Linda while my forty year old sex teacher, Alice
Acker, egged us on and joined in the fun. As if she
were psychic, my mother turned to me as we sat idling
at a red light and touched my hand.

"Bobby, I know boys your age get a lot of ideas....
Please wait til your older. Don't get any girls into
trouble, I don't think I could stand that. Every time
I think about Crystal I could just cry..."

Crystal was my trailer trash seventeen year old
cousin, who'd gotten knocked up at thirteen, had run
away with her baby for a while to live in a commune of
neo-nazi skinheads. She returned a year later,
accompanied by a lady state trooper, a CPS caseworker
and a swastika tattoo on her neck. No baby though, and
nobody asked.

"Don't worry, Mom, I won't get any girls in trouble..." 


We parked in front of the Acker house, and I trudged
up the brick walk to the front porch, feeling my mom's
eyes burning the back of my head. I knocked three
times and waited. The door opened and Mrs. Acker stood
there in a red sheath cocktail dress with matching
shoes. She smiled over my shoulders, gave my mom a
little wave, and I heard our minivan rev and peel off.


"I don't think your mother likes me," Mrs. Acker
observed.

"I'm not sure that's it, she's just been acting funny
lately." 

"Mothers are very intuitive, Bobby. She must sense
something's up with you..."  

"What's up with me?"

Mrs. Acker turned and put her cupped hand on top of my
groin. 

"What do you think, dummy?"

"Oh..."

We walked with arms linked into the sunken living
room. Linda sat on a couch watching MTV. She wore a
sapphire blue satin party dress, and small little
sandals with no stockings. She smiled up at me, and I
clumsily reached out offered my birthday gift.

"Happy birthday, Linda." I said quietly. 

"Thanks, Bobby."  She stood and kissed me lightly on
the lips and I blushed. 

"How sweet!"  A husky voice boomed from the doorway
behind me. Beth, Mrs. Acker's pal with the porno
website stood watching with her hands on her hip. The
fifty year old wore a short black minid ress, with
long sleeves but a very low cut front that accentuated
her deep décolletage. Her short platinum blond hair
was professionally feathered and swept back off her
face, her high chiseled cheekbones shone, her lips
glistened with deep red lipstick. She strode over, put
her hand on my shoulder, and leaned in and used her
middle aged tongue to lick my ear. My cock leapt in my
khakis. Mrs. Acker clipped in carrying a tray.

"Party favors, anyone?"

There was a glass of white wine, which Beth grasped
over-handed and gulped, a diet coke in the can for
Linda, and a thin chain leash and black leather dog
collar. Linda ignored the soft drink and plucked up
the collar. 

"Oh, thank you Alice! Can I put it on him now?"

"You bet, he's your present."

Linda planted her petite feet wide, looked into my
eyes with a serious expression I couldn't fathom, and
placed the collar around my neck, cinching it just
right so it was snug without choking me. Then she took
the thin chain leash and hooked it to the collar ring.


"Perfect", said Beth as I stared into the deep blue
pools of my soon to be fifteen year old mistress'
eyes. I heard a familiar click, and broke my adoring
gaze to watch Beth, the mature webslut, lower the
camera. Linda took the diet coke from the tray Alice
Acker proffered and gave my leash a yank. 

"Over here, Bobby, follow me."

"I told you she was a natural,"  Alice said to Beth.

"Him too. A natural little slutboy."

Linda sat on the couch, and I moved to light next to
her, but she shook her head and motioned to the floor
next to her feet. I sat crosslegged on the rug next to
her warm bare leg, and we watched music videos as Mrs.
Acker and Beth left us for the kitchen. The doorbell
rang. 

"Who's coming tonight?"  I asked, looking up at Linda,
who sat curling a wisp of her strawberry blond hair
staring at the TV. She shrugged.

"Some friends of Beth's. Some club she has with other
old ladies who run websites. They have a party or
something every month, and Alice invited them up here
tonight for their meeting."

I saw Alice Acker rush to the door, and then a flurry
of the familiar sound of hen talk, women air kissing
and making a fuss over each other. My mom's friends
sounded the same when they got together. Beth
sauntered by and wiggled her fingers in a hello wave,
smiling broadly.

"Hi, girls, glad you could make it."

The "girls" entered, a clutch  of middle aged women,
some carrying duffle bags and equipment cases. Mrs.
Acker steered them into the living room. They didn't
appear to be surprised to see me, a teen age boy
sitting on the floor wearing a dog collar and leash,
and to tell the truth they didn't look terribly
exceptional to me.  They ignored me for the most part,
as Beth introduced them to Linda. 

"Linda, this is Sophia from Gypsymomma, Tina and Anna
from Sluttyhousewives, Sam from TripleXTeacher, and
Carol from Skinnybitches."

I guessed that the weird names were from their
respective websites. They were amazingly descriptive,
Sophia, who looked the oldest, wore a thin hippy skirt
that hung down her hips to the tips of her bare toes,
a sheer long sleeved peasant blouse that bared her
olive skinned midriff. She had a nose ring and a navel
ring. Her face was somewhat weathered, with sad wide
brown eyes, but her body looked lithe and trim, with
proud breasts filling her blouse without the support
of a bra. Her hair was wavy black and long, parted in
the middle. She certainly looked like a gypsy momma.

Tina and Anna stood smiling and chatting. Tina was a
small, in a pair of white slacks and tan loafers. Her
blond hair hung down over the shoulders of her crew
neck shirt, a pair of golden studs sparkling in her
pink earlobes. At one time she probably was the girl
next door, wholesome and fresh, and now she was the
mom next door. Anna was the taller of the two,
squarely built, in khaki chinos, sneakers and a white
crewneck polo shirt. Her thick, kinky chestnut hair
was cut in a no nonsense short-in-the-front,
long-in-the-back do. Ferris had a healthy chest
filling her shirt, and big broad hips. 

Sam was tall and lean, with big round green eyes and
salt and pepper hair cut short like a boy's, not quite
a butch. Her face was unlined and ovular, and aside
from the white in her hair she gave no clue to her
age. She smiled at Linda with hungry eyes and a slight
overbite. She wore a green warm up suit top and
bottom, and only the lack of a whistle kept her from
perfectly playing the part of a butch gym teacher. 

Carol, from Skinnybitches, looked both thin and hard.
A redhead, she was packed into a tiny purple micro
mini skirt with matching patterned stockings, a white
tube top, and fuck me stiletto heels that filled out
the pimp purple ensemble. A pair of impossibly round
tits packed the tube top. Carol had narrow eyes,
narrow lips which were painted hot pink and stretched
in a smile. Her deep tan didn't seem to match her red
hair. 

"Where's Myrna?"  Someone asked.

"Oh, she's coming. I spoke with her this afternoon..."

Mrs. Acker stood in the center of the now crowded
living room and gently tapped her wine glass with her
wedding ring, bringing her everyone's full attention. 

"Welcome to my house. I want to thank Beth for
arranging this party, the monthly meeting of the
Matureslut Web Mistresses."

The gaggle of mature women applauded, yelled and
hooted.

"Beth explained the meeting requirements to me, and I
hope I've gotten everything right. As you can see, we
have a male here. His name is Bobby, and he will serve
us however we see fit. He's properly under control, as
befits your rules."

Linda raised the loop of my leash and the ladies
applauded quietly.

"Now that you're here we can get him cleaned and
properly attired. Make yourselves at home, set up
whatever lights you need, and please enjoy my
hospitality. There's wine and snacks in the kitchen,
and all the bedrooms are fully stocked."

Sam sat next to Linda, very close and made small talk
with my teen mistress, while I watched the crowd. Some
of the women were opening the bags and cases they'd
brought, and pulled out folding stands onto which they
attached lights. 

Linda asked Sam, "What are the lights for?"

"Video. We always do a party shoot at our meetings,
and post clips on our sites."

The doorbell rang again. 

A couple entered, a man and woman who looked
completely out of place. She was in her late fifties,
wearing a dowdy pantsuit, with short gray hair that
swept her forehead right above her horn-rimmed
glasses. He was thin, dark and brooding, wearing gray
slacks and a sports shirt with a pocket protector. He
had thinning black hair and ebony horn-rimmed specs
covering the deep set hooded eyes of a chronic
masturbater. 

"Myrna! Harry! You're finally here!" Beth cried, and
ran to hug them both. 

To my surprise Myrna, who looked like she just got off
the bus from Grannytown, responded to Beth's hug with
a full on tongue waggling kiss. Harry stood stoically
to the side as his wife noisily and sloppily frenched
the trim blond sexsite goddess. 

"Ok, Harry," one of the women yelled, "Late or not,
you got to get under control!" 

Harry smiled sheepishly, and took off his glasses and
put them in their holder in the breast pocket of his
shirt. Linda shook gently with giggles. Pairs of hands
led the middle aged dude to a chair in the corner. He
sat, crossed his legs, and untied his shoes. Barefoot,
he unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it off, stripped off
the sleeveless undershirt beneath, and stood to
unbuckle his pants. He folded them and placed them on
the carpet, standing with his hands to his sides, now
wearing only his wristwatch and a pair of striped
hangers. 

"Sit down, Harry,"  said Tina, who looked like a
little girl next to Harry, who was a bit of a hulk
with his clothes off. He had black gross hair on his
shoulders, and his comb-over had gotten
discombobulated during his brief strip action. Harry
sat and Tina clipped his wrists to the rails of the
wooden chair with fur-lined restraints. Carol shimmied
over to him, and knelt in front of him as far as her
tight skirt would allow. She grabbed the waist band of
his old man hanger underwear and as he raised his
flanks she tugged them off and over his big wide feet.
She put them on top of his trousers, and as Tina
cuffed Harry's ankles to the chair leg, Carol carried
his clothes to a back room with a smirk. 

Beth walked over to where Harry now sat strapped as a
prisoner to the chair. 

"That's better", she said, and forced open his knees
with her own, adjusted something on the prisoner's
head, and then stepped back. I heard Linda gasp.

Harry sat with his knees spread, a red ball gag in his
mouth. But the gag was not what made my teen mistress
suck in air in disbelief. Harry's cock hung off the
front edge of the seat of his chair like a knobby
length of rope. I found it hard to believe that a cock
could be so large, and evidently so did Linda. 

"Wow", she said.

"Yeah, that's Harry", said Sam. The middle aged gym
teacher was fondling Linda's knee. " Hey, Myrna, how
come he's soft."

"Oh, the dummy forgot to take his pill. I reminded him
on the way over, it should kick in soon...", answered
the old lady in a funny New Jersey accent.

One of the women set up a light so that it created a
warm yellow circle over Harry.  Beth knelt in front of
the old dude and pushed his cock back and forth with
the tips of her fingers, and it started to uncoil like
a sluggish anaconda as it wagged. Linda watched with a
rapt expression while her new friend, Sam, stoked her
square strong fingers higher up between the teen's
widening legs. Alice was leaning against a door
lentil, swooshing some white wine around in her glass,
whispering to Myrna who stood with her purse clutched
in front of her ample bosom. Myrna nodded to something
that Mrs. Acker said, then opened her purse and handed
something to my sex teacher. Alice came over to where
I sat, then bent down.

"Open wide, Bobby."  I almost protested, but nothing
she had ever done to me had been anything but pure
heaven, so I opened my mouth and felt her put a tiny
pill on the tip of it. She generously offered me a sip
of her wine to wash it down. 

"Wha.. wha.. what is it?" I finally asked.

"Oh, just a little something to get your pecker hard.
Not that you need it, but it won't hurt."

"Ok."

Whatever it was, it was working for Harry. Beth was
straddling his thighs, her hands holding the collar of
her dress open as she smashed her hard-nippled tits
into Harry's face. His dick was still swinging, but on
it's own volition as each pendulous movement brought
him close to full monstrous erection. Finally it stood
tall and proud, pressing into the stretched black
fabric across Beth's butt. Tina and Carol had produced
cameras from somewhere and  snapped photos of the
scene, It was a couple of inches shy of a foot long,
and god knows how big around. It was beating against
Beth's ass like a baton. Linda was sitting forward, a
look on her face I knew to be one of pure lust, as she
stared at Harry's disproportionate man cock. Beth
stood up, adjusted her top, then stepped over the
tied-up Harry and let his shlong snap against his lean
gut. She looked at Linda and smiled to herself, then
at me. 

Beth came over and said to Linda, "It's time to get
Bobby cleaned up. You want to come and help?"

Sam answered for her, "No, she wants to stay here with
me. I want to take some pictures of this princess." 
Sam had a small digital camera in hand, and slid off
the couch to crouch in front of Linda. The gym teacher
held the camera to her face with one hand taking shots
while her other hand grazed up Linda's thigh. My teen
mistress handed my leash to Beth without a word,
leaned back on the couch and spread her peaches and
cream legs as Sam muttered encouragement and ran her
strong mannish hand over the crotch panel of Linda's
demure blue cotton panties. I felt a tug on my collar,
and reluctantly turned to Beth, who stood with Mrs.
Acker and Ferris. Beth led the way as we walked to the
master bedroom.

Mrs. Acker led the way, and when we spilled into her
bedroom she took my leash from Beth and led me to the
big kingsize bed. 

"Sit down and take your shoes off."  I did, and Mrs.
Acker dropped the leash so it hung slack down my back.
Anna sat her broad ass next to me and began to
unbutton my shirt.

"So you're the infamous Bobby... I really liked the
session you did with Beth."
"You mean you SAW it?"  Visions of laying ass to ass
with Beth, a giant dildo sawing into my ass drove me
into a panic. How had she seen that?

"No, the pictures you took. Beth told us all about
your playtime, though. Now that sounded yummy!"

Mrs. Acker undid my khakis and yanked them and my
tightie-whities off in on fell swoop. Anna was
pinching my nipples into little hard marbles. Beth had
her camera again and circled us, looking for angles.
My boydick popped up, straight and rigid. Mrs. Acker
and Anna ran their hands over my body as I sat still,
not knowing what I was expected to do. 

"Damn, he's a little hardbody" , said Anna, feeling my
arms and chest. Mrs. Acker rubbed my outer thighs,
belly, and brushed my dick. Beth looked down at me
from around the camera and observed,

"He's a little hairy, why don't you two shave him..."

Suddenly the women leapt up, grabbed me by the leash
and dragged me into the master bathroom. Mrs. Acker
tied my hands behind my back as I stood in the
mirrored marble bathroom, and Anna plugged the sunken
tub and turned the spigot. Water coursed into the tub,
and Beth took pictures of me standing with my head
down, my eyes hungrily watching Mrs. Acker and Anna
remove their clothes. Alice looked lovely, her tight
little tits white against the deep tan of her
shoulders. She plucked at her own wiry bush, and
remarked that perhaps she should shave too. Anna told
her not the bother, and threw her polo shirt in the
corner without bothering to fold it, then shucked her
chinos down her big round ass. She wrestled her bra
off her big swinging tits, and then stood before me
with her hands on her hips. She was magnificent.

In her clothes Anna seemed an ordinary suburban
housewife, but now she looked divine. Her big natural
tits floated from her chest, tanned all over, with
rubbery tips topping silver dollar sized nipples. They
were surprisingly firm, and my mouth watered as I
stared at them. She was a little thick in the middle,
but her stomach was flat, her navel long and deep, her
hips wide and generous. She still had on her panties,
white lace that contrasted with the tan skin of her
hips and thighs. They were split crotched and I saw
her shaved mound pout between the intricate lace of
her panties. 

Mrs. Acker hugged me from behind. "Isn't she
beautiful, Bobby. She's got two teen aged boys about
your age but you'd still walk across the desert on
your bare little knees just to get a glimpse of those
tits. Don't you want to lick them, Bobby? Don't they
look delicious?"  Alice jacked my urgent cock with her
trim ringed hand. Anna stepped up to me and ran her
hand down to join Alice's. 

"Fuck, he's sweet. And stiff."  She descended to the
bathmat, and gazed lustily at my boydick as she and
Mrs. Acker worked in concert with their devilish
hands. Anna let me go, and then pushed her right
breast up to rub her fat corrugated nip on the head of
my sensitive teen cock. 

"Look, he's dripping already!" She said with a crooked
smile.

"Don't worry, he can cum and cum. It's the best thing
about fourteen year olds, they're just full of jizz."

Beth pulled in for a closeup shot of a string of my
clear precum stretching from Anna's now hard nipple to
the puffing slit of my dick head. She took the hand
not holding her breast and used her index finger to
transfer my leak to her thin lips. She sucked it in
like spaghetti, and smiled up at Beth as a drip hung
from her chin. She turned back to me and opened her
mouth, and scooped another bead of precum with the
point of her triangular tongue straight from my
straining cock, curling it back into her mouth. Alice
released me and opened a medicine cabinet, standing on
tip toe, stretching her calves as she searched among
the bottles and tubes. Anna gripped me in her fist
tightly, and stuck out and whirled her narrow tongue
round and round super sensitive helmet. 

Mrs. Acker knelt beside Anna, and without interrupting
the forty-five year old's  mouth play, sprayed shaving
foam over my puff of golden pubic hair. She shook the
can a bit, and then shot some on my tight nutsack for
good measure. Anna was humming to herself as she
bussed and nibbled on the head of my pulsing prick.
Mrs. Acker said, "You'd better stop for while, we
don't want to knick him."  She massaged the shaving
foam into my bush, over my testicles, which sang at
her touch, and around the base of my cock. Anna picked
up a disposable razor, and proceeded to denude me of
hair while Alice Acker held my penis this way and that
to keep it out of harm's way. Anna carefully brought
the razor up my column, clipping the stray hairs that
had managed to take root there. Mrs. Acker rubbed her
palm, slick with soapy bubbles, over my cockhead. I
stood with my knees half bent, trying with difficulty
not to writhe and rut. Beth silently recorded us with
the digital camera. Anna crushed the base of my
nutsack in the ring of her thumb and forefinger, and
my balls inflated like balloons. My middle aged
tormentor carefully shaved my boy balls, and blew hot
breath on them when she had finished.

.Alice pumped my cock, which stood out obscenely from
my hairless groin. Anna said, "God, he's got a big one
for such a young man."

Alice squeezed her hand at the base of my column, and
pulled me long and slow. "He's a little longer than
Dan - my husband - and I swear he's gotten thicker in
the last couple of weeks."

Anna leaned over and turned off the bath

"All done," she said. "Or almost, he's still got some
spots on his titties."   She proceeded to run the
razor over my chest, followed by her plump palm and
fingers, and I strained as I stood before her, Alice
holding me firmly in place by the wristcuffs resting
against the small of my back. 

They stood and took my arms, still bound behind me,
and helped me into the circular sunken bath tub. It
was just big enough for the three of us, sort of. We
were a tangle of legs, and tits, and hands. My balls
were grabbed and yanked, and I couldn't tell who was
pulling my nipples and who was jacking my cock. All I
know is that I was in a deep and studied kiss with
Mrs. Acker. She sucked my lips, and my tongued probed
her mouth. The hot water made me dizzy, and I took
long breaths to try and keep from passing out. Mrs.
Acker squirmed between our bodies and tried to sit on
my lap, but it was too awkward. Impatiently she rose
up and planted her ass on the rim of the tub and
tugged frantically at my leash to get me to stand up
as well. As I faced her, laying back against the tile
wall, her trim little hairy bush twinkling with bath
water and vaginal secretions, Anna, who sat at my side
up to her big firm tits, took my dick between her
thumb and forefinger and pulled me to my mistress. 

Anna waggled my stiff prick in a teasing flicker
against the hood of Alice's clit. Mrs. Acker grabbed
underneath her ass to spread herself, to expose
herself to this assault. My precum greased Alice's
forty year pussy lips, and stretched in strings from
her clit to my peehole. I gritted my teeth and
flinched and jerked, as Anna flicked and played the
tip of my penis against Alice's soft pink lips and
wiry pubic hair, heaven and hell. Anna put her free
hand on my butt cheeks and pushed me so I entered Mrs.
Acker. Beth face zoomed in with her camera, inches
from my hairless dick plunging into Alice's sex. 

"Fuck me, Bobby, don't hold back... " Mrs. Acker
whispered into my ear. She found my face with both
hands and peppered it with kisses as I began to pump
her in a frenzy. I was on my knees on the underwater
bench of the tub, and sought better leverage. I found
an attitude that worked and plunged my now desperate
boy cock into my best friend's mom. I wanted to fuck
her hard, and I ended each stroke into her hot slick
sex with a pause, as if I wanted to go deeper, as if I
wanted to impale her. My mouth hung open and I gasped
for air as I banged my narrow hips into her thighs and
my long boner into her pussy.

"That's right, Bobby, fuck me hard."  Alice panted and
hung onto my ears. My butt cheeks clenched and relaxed
as I drove my cock into the forty year old that
introduced me to sex. 

"Hey, look at `em go!"  I glanced over my shoulder and
saw the room had filled with webporn women, in various
states of undress, aiming cameras and taking pictures.
Mrs. Acker eyes were tightly shut, she keened and
whined as I slammed her, the tendons on her neck
standing out. I was too wrapped up in my rut to note
when and how often she was cumming, all I know is that
my frenetic fucking had driven her to and over the
edge. I was 
Alice curled her hips to meet my onslaught, and hooked
her ankles behind the small of my back to drive me
deeper into her raging cunt, which made slurping wet
noises like a sponge full of water being slapped over
and over again. Finally, she flexed her legs and
trapped me so I couldn't move, and I lay on top of
her, my boydick impaled and the sensitive shaved skin
over my pubic bone rasped by the wiry coarse hair
surrounding Mrs. Acker's saturated pussy. By
tightening my sphincter muscles I could move my prick
up and down inside her, and I felt the tip of me
rubbing against the hard tip of her cervix. I arched
my back as Alice's sex walls palpated and quivered
over my teen dick. Then my leash was pulled and I was
pulled back, off of Alice, and my cock flopped up and
slapped my belly hard. Anna had my leash twisted and
rolled around her fist. 

"Not so fast, little man. Momma Anna wants another
taste..."

She forced me to the rim of the tub in the opposite
corner from Alice, who reclined and watched, one hand
cupping her pert breast, the other lazily working
between her athletic legs. Anna had me sit, then
kneeled in the hot water. She pressed my legs open
wide, with her hands resting on top of my thighs, and
came forward, her brown Sicilian eyes locked with
mine. Anna extended her tongue and washed my balls
with her spittle, then sucked one of my testes into
her mouth, pulling it from my body. She nursed it
rhythmically, driving my back straight as sensations
on my newly shaved skin, and the pressure on my little
egg deeper inside began to overload my nervous system.
Anna moved to my other ball, and I felt them fill,
with blood, with cum, I don't know, but when she
gently dropped my nut from her moist thin lips, my
testicles were rounded and distended under my flaring
boytool. 

"Wow, Bobby, what happened to your hair?"  Linda stood
next to the tub, gloriously nude. She leaned over and
massaged my bald lower belly. Anna grinned up at us,
"We shaved him."  She reached up to her mane of unruly
black curls. "Anybody got a scrunchi?"  She took the
elastic band offered and tied her hair back. Linda
skimmed her fingers down my length, "It's so smooth!" 
Cameras clicked and ratcheted. My teen mistress took
my leash in one hand and with the other pushed my
steel hard boy cock down from my belly and aimed it
straight at Anna. 

Anna licked the ridge under the head of my penis,
waggling her flattened tongue back and forth. She rose
a bit, working her mouth and spit a thick bead of her
spit along my column. Then she opened her mouth wide,
and surrounded me with her soft mouth. She didn't stop
until her lips met Linda's fingers at the base of my
jerking balls. Anna rested for a few seconds, my cock
buried down her throat, and pulled me out, the head of
my cock bumping against the roof of her mouth. She
slowly and inexorably deep throated me, coating me
with thick slime from the back of her throat, in and
out as my legs tried to flex. Anna took me all the
way, and stayed with her face in my lap, and I could
feel her tongue moving long the underside of my dick,
her lips sucking and tightening, and most maddening of
all her throat rippling in peristalsis as it tired to
swallow me down to her round tan belly. I arched my
back, no longer able to hold on. Anna felt my urgency
and let me slide quickly out from her throat, her
tongue, her lips. She panted, short of breath and
looked up at me expectantly with her mouth open and
tongue protruding.

My cock lurched in the humid air of the bathroom and
then shot a thin string of cum onto Anna's waiting
tongue tip. I was so rigid that my urethra was a
narrowed passage through which my seed struggled to
erupt. I squirted again, the urgency of my penile
muscles forcing my sperm through the narrowed tube
like a crimped garden hose. Anna dipped her head so
take the end of my cock in her softness, encouraging
more spurts as if I needed encouragement, and I
unloaded, three, four, five lines of thick boy seed,
as Linda aimed me at Anna's tonsils. Anna's mouth was
filled with me, and she laughed as a sixth spurt
dribbled drops of white creamy cum down her chin in
slow sticky drips. She massaged her hands along the
tops of my legs, her head held back to retain the load
I'd deposited in her open mouth, her full tan tits
swaying back and forth. 

Then she stood, and held my chin in her hand. She
pinched my cheeks as I looked up at her, opening my
mouth. "Open wide, Bobby," Alice advised from her
corner. I did, and Anna tilted her face down to mine.
My entire load fell out of her from between her lips
onto my waiting tongue, and I gagged lightly at its
weight and thickness. Then the middle aged
fellatiatrix brought her lips to mine and kissed me,
sucking some of my slime back into her mouth, jamming
her pointy tongue past my teeth, and I tasted salt and
sweetness, and a maddening combination I knew to be
the natural taste of Anna. I swallowed, and met her
hot tongue play with my own. Anna's stiff nipples
grazed back and forth over my own and I felt the last
of my boy eruption, a thin stingy remnant, dribbled
and oozed from my still fully hard teenaged cock. Anna
and I broke the lock of our kiss, and only the tips of
our tongues entwined and poked and prodded. Her hands
on my shoulder, she grinned down at me, and mouthed
the silent word "Thanks". 

I blinked and looked around me. The master bathroom
was steamy, and half clad and nude middle aged women
filled the normally capacious room, some kneeling,
some standing and stretching on tip toes, all angling
and pointing cameras at my lean blond teen body and my
ample middle aged lover.  Beth broke the silent spell
in the master bedroom by saying "Why don't we move
into the bedroom, girls. Give these kids a chance to
dry off..."  

Linda looked up to Sam, the gym teacher who hovered
nearby naked except for a pair of Calvin Klein boxer
shorts, her boyish tits sprouting proud erect
pencil-eraser nipples. "Could you make me smooth like
Bobby?" 

Sam leaned into my fourteen year old mistress' body
and cupped Linda's nubile breast with her square
strong hand. "Sure, baby, my pleasure..."

The room cleared, and Alice and Anna and I stepped out
of the tub. Anna dried my body with a thick terry
towel, while Sam shucked the CK's off her muscular
hips and she and Linda climbed into the hot water of
the tub. The hands of the mature dyke submerged, and
Linda's head went back as Sam manipulated her. Alice
said, "C'mon, slutboy, give these two some privacy."

Alice frog-walked me back into her bedroom. The web
mavens had set up light stands and reflectors around
her king-sized bed, causing the emerald satin
bedspread to glow. Carol, the bony blond from
Skinnybitches.com, loose lanky and clothed in purple
bra and panty set, with matching thigh high stockings,
came up to Alice and me and asked, "Can I take a spin
on the boy wonder?"

"Sure. How do you want him?" 

end of The Mature Webmistress Party Part 1


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