Message-ID: <37814asstr$1029042606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cinque_manson@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020811032301.90646.qmail@web20803.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rufus Thomas <cinque_manson@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 20:23:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Mature Webmistress Party (FFFFFMfm FemDom, oral, sex cons) Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 01:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37814> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw 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 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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