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Subject: {ASSM} The Webmistress Party Part 2 (FFFm FemDom, enema, oral, anal, smother)
Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 13:10:04 -0400
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Read more sinsational Cinque smut at
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If you take offense at tales of mature women using
underage boys for their sexual pleasure, read no
further. The rest of you, bring your own tissue...


The Webmistress Party, Part 2

by Cinque Manson


Carol pinched my nipples hard, jutting out toward her
as my hands were still bound behind my back. She
walked around me, appraising me, and her gaze brought
a blush to my cheeks. She slapped my butt cheek with
her slender hand, hard enough to make me jump to my
tiptoes. 

"Cuff his hands to his ankles. I want access to his
ass..." Carol turned and walked away from me.

Beth was recording everything with a small camcorder.
She'd jacked into a laptop on Alice's dressing table,
and I watched a close up of my hard teen dick fill the
screen, bobbing up and down after Carol's swatting. 

Beth said, " Good choice. He really responds well to
ass play."

Alice led me to her bed, undid the cuffs on my wrists,
and told me to lie down. Then she and Carol were on
either side of me as I lay on my back, grasping my
ankles in their immaculately manicured suburban
housewife fingers. They attached each furred wrist
cuff to an ankle. Carol gave me butt a shove and I
rocked on my arching back like a turtle.  She and
Alice crawled off the bed, leaving me there alone in a
spotlight, surrounded by mature women snapping photos
of my helplessness. 

I felt weight on the bed at my feet, but couldn't see
who it was, until Tina's smiling face appeared over
the horizon formed by my airborne ass. I smiled back
at her gamin face; her good cheer was infectious.  The
forty-year-old housewife put her tiny hands on my
flanks and rubbed them in circles working in to my
balls. My balls had felt utterly drained by Anna's
deep-throat blow-job but the viagra that Mrs. Acker
had given me kept my boydick hard at the ready, a
purple unflagging rod. Tina grasped my chemically
fortified pecker and drew it toward her, bending it
backward toward my asshole. I thought she was going to
lick it or plunge it into her mouth, but instead she
pursed her lips and blew on it. Cool breath that
tickled and soothed. I closed my eyes. 

I felt her kissing my cheeks in little smacks, still
straining my cock toward her. 

"This ass is delectable!' She crooned, and continued
bussing my butt.

She traced spirals along my crack with her cool
pointed tongue.  The mature housewife eventually
zeroed in on my tight asshole. Tina poked and prodded
my anus in rapid wet thrusts with her tongue tip,
driving me crazy. I turned my head and watched a
close-up of her working on me on the laptop monitor.
Her eyes were closed and her tongue wiggled rapidly.
It looked as nasty as it felt. I clenched my abdominal
muscles to raise my ass to her mouth, offering it to
her. She planted her lips full on my pucker and
attempted to push her tongue deeper and deeper up my
tight hole. 

"Oh, Jesus." I said.

I felt something hard at my ass, and looked over at
the monitor to see Tina probing and rubbing with her
finger. She polished the ring of my sphincter with her
spit, using the tip of her forefinger gently but
firmly to open me. When she licked me some more, her
tongue like a little lively eel. I was used to being
taken anally, with a finger or fingers or even a thick
rubber cock. But Tina was teasing me with light gentle
slippery digit strokes and wet flickering probes. She
was driving me crazy with subtlety. 

I alternated between luxuriating with my eyes closed
as every nerve ending in my sphincter was kissed and
petted and lovingly stimulated by the petite housewife
and staring goggle-eyed at the laptop, where Tina's
tongue, my asshole, and sometimes my cock, held aloft
and steadily leaking precum, was displayed on the
screen in vivid detail and relief. Tina's soft
ash-blond hair framed her pretty face as she stared
almost cross-eyed at my rectum, and then she continued
her frantic flailing tongue seduction. When she
glanced up and saw my oozing teendick she jumped up on
her knees and licked the clear stringed beads of my
lubricant from the shaft, followed it up my helmet,
then pursed her lips over my peehole and slurped an
accumulated puddle of viscous sex grease up into her
mouth like a strand of linguini. I could feel a
sensation of friction in my urethra as Tine drew my
sex juice up out of me. She clamped her mouth on me,
just over the head of my fourteen-year-old dick, and
sucked hard. She slowly inserted a finger up my ass,
and continued her oral vacuuming. She hummed in
pleasure.

Tina came up for air, trailing a thread of me. She
held me firmly with one hand and methodically
sodomized me with the thin finger of the other. My
cock was leaking copiously now, a mixture of
transparent precum and more cloudy seminal fluids. 

"So sweet. Boy milk." She remarked to the camera, and
bent down to harvest what she was urging out of me
with her curled long tongue.

"If I did this for a couple of hours, I could milk him
completely dry, without him cumming once."  

"You go, girl" piped a voice from the shadows. 

"When you start out slowly, as I did, you don't need
to use artificial lubes. He's producing his own anal
lube, his own butt honey" I felt open and relaxed as
she pushed her finger in me so it pressed towards my
nuts. 

"By increasing pressure and stimulation of his
prostrate, I can summon his sperm at will."

I watched the screen as Tina's finger crooked inside
me. A sluggish steady stream of sperm was bubbling
over my mushroom tip. I was on the verge of cumming,
had been for minutes now, but Tina wouldn't take me
over that final hump. It was becoming maddening. 

The tiny blond housewife leisurely worked another
finger up my asshole, increasing the flow of my
milking but bringing me no closer to climax. I
groaned. A throb began in my testicles, a dull ache,
as Tina milked fluids from me. Occasionally she'd lick
them off my cock, when they threatened to run wasted
down my column. 

My view of the laptop was blocked when Carol sat down,
her bony back to me. I could see her peeling her
purple stockings off. She tossed her red hair back
over a shoulder, then peeked back at me, wryly
smiling. 

"Enjoying yourself, little man?"  She asked

"Oh god, ma'am, yes!" I hissed. 

"Then you're ready for me!"

Carol kneeled on the bed next to Tina. She took one of
her patterned purple stockings, opened it, and
inserted her hand in it like a glove. Then she used it
as a chamois to shine the head of my agonized prick.
Thankfully her touch was light, but even so it made my
teeth chatter. She unwrapped her hand and wound the
nylon round and round my tortured and straining viagra
powered boydick until she got to my ball sack. Tina
tied the base of my cock tightly, and then repeated
the knotting around the root of my testicles. I was
hogtied, arms to legs, nuts and cock!

Tina had stopped her infernal milk-maid action while
Carol mummified my cock in nylon, but I'd hardly
noticed. I was still producing boy juice in a sluggish
ooze that was now caught in the weft of Carol's purple
textured hose. Tina crept off the bed. 

"Can someone hand me the Plug?" Carol rasped in a
voice honed on vodka stingers and Virginia Slims. 

The Plug came out of the darkness and into Carol's
waiting talons. It was a configuration of leather
straps and snaps and rivets, that had as a focal point
a black silicon dingus, very narrow at the base,
flaring suddenly to two inches or so, then tapering
down to a rounded tip. A buttplug, no biggie. Alice
had introduced me to one before, had me wear it around
for a day because the thought of it amused her. Carol
poured Aqualube on it, and I thanked the heavens for
small favors.

She displayed it for the cameras, and I noticed that
it had an unusual feature, a cork or something at the
bottom of its base. Then it disappeared from my view
as Carol commenced to introduce it to my hind end. The
familiar spreading, facilitated by Tina's prelude of
french kissing, and then the internal silent pop as
the base passed my anal ring. Carol fastened the
straps of the buttplug snugly around my waist and
thighs, and told me to try and poop the plug out of
me. I gave a tentative push, but the straps kept the
flared tool firmly ensconced up my asshole.

It felt right, this barbaric intruder, it fit
perfectly up me. I knew there were bigger, badder,
buttplugs available; Alice had a couple, so I felt
fortunate that Carol wasn't going to push my limits
too far.

Then she asked for the douche bag. 

Again, out of the shadows someone produced an
old-fashioned red rubber enema bag, with gray ribbed
hose and white hard nozzle. Carol undid the plug in
the base of the plug impaling me, and I felt the
unfamiliar whisper of a breeze on my rectal walls,
which ended when she inserted the tip of the enema bag
into the butt plug port. Carol asked for the stand,
and it was wheeled over to us, a piece of chrome
plated medical equipment with a rod extending over the
bed to hold the enema bag. Once Carol had hung the
sloshing rubber bladder onto its rack, she took hold
of the metal clip attached to the gray hose. She put a
hand on my ass cheek.

"Here it comes!"

I filled up in a rush. I was more than filled. I felt
as if my organs were being displaced as the warm
liquid expanded my rectal cavity. Then it was over,
for the moment. Carol refastened the clip, hung the
hose on a hook dangling from the rack, and then the
rack disappeared into the murk of the bedroom beyond
the circle of lights on the bed. Carol, hard, thin,
artificially tanned and breasted, replaced the stopper
in the base of my buttplug. 

"Not so bad, is it, little man?" She taunted. 

"No ma'am."  I felt a bit breathless, but none the
worse for wear.

"We'll see about that..."

Carol crawled around me to my head, faced my raised
knees, and stepped up onto my shoulders with her
shins. This pressed my arms down and my linked ankles
back.  My insides gurgled and roiled. I stared up at
the thin gusset of her purple panties, and watched as
she descended onto my face. My nose and mouth were
suddenly covered by Carol's crotch. I did as I'd
trained in such situations, I stuck out my tongue and
strained to lick my middle-aged mistress' pussy. My
probe was pushed back into my mouth as Carol sat her
entire weight on me. She reached behind her and
grabbed my hair and rammed my head tighter between her
scrawny golden thighs. She smelled of perspiration, a
hint of urine, frank pussy. I longed to suck her sex. 

My face felt bent and distorted, my open mouth filled
with the frills of Carol's lacy purple panties, while
my guts began flips and spasms as the enema swooshed
and swirled inside me. Or the first time in an hour
and a half I was no longer aware of my penis, I was no
longer aware that I possessed a penis. I became aware
that I couldn't breathe. 

Carol persisted in pressing her panty clad crotch down
over my nose and mouth. I began to panic and tried to
force inhalation, but just got a mouthful of now damp
panty gusset. A few more moments of this and then my
skinny red-haired bitch lifted, just enough so I could
gasp a couple of breaths. Then she came down again,
dropping on me with all her hundred or so pounds. Her
panties had become dislodged by the force of her
descent, and the stubble of her shaved pussy sanded my
lips and nostrils. She ground down on me, forcing the
fleshy fold that covered her cunt to part, and I her
ragged nether lips flatten and rub roughly against my
nose. Her bony fingers clawed her panties further out
of the way as she ascended just long enough to allow
me a wheezing exhale and inhale. Down she came again,
this time surrounding my nose with her warm wet
vagina. What a way to die, I thought, smothered by a
dripping mature twat. 

Carol fucked on my nose for what seemed like an
eternity, as my senses buzzed, tingled and twinkled.
Then up, while I heaved and shook. Then down again,
her raw open sex planted on my gaping mouth, and now I
could fuck her with my desperate tongue, she let me,
as long as I liked, so long I thought I would pass
out, but I didn't care as long as I could lick her and
drink her pungent drips.  She liked this position and
repeated it until my tongue felt huge and raw, and I
could taste and smell nothing but her mature female
flavor of copper and mushroom and salt. My abdomen
ached, and piercing pain shot through my stomach as
the enema worked and churned. I wished I were an
amphibian as I swam in Carol's juice, I wished I could
breath her pussy without respite. When she lifted off
me I barely registered the change, although I could
hear myself gasping and panting. She gave me a few
moments longer to try and breath as she shifted her
weight back off my face and onto my chest, nestled in
the chair created by my bound arms and legs. 

"Shit, he's good!" She told the camera Beth held scant
inches from her face. 

Carol literally ripped the panties off her body. I
looked up past the bristly mound of her pubes, past
the faint stretch marks of her taut belly, past her
ballooning silicon tits. She was grinning down at me
with sweat rivulets running down to her chin. We were
both worked up. 

She shifted and lowered, this time offering me her
tight clenched butt, and again her weight spread her
so her ass cheeks pushed my lips back from my teeth as
if I were experiencing nine G forces. When she came to
rest her open anus pushed against me, and again I let
my tongue play on and in her body.  This position
again enveloped my nose with her musky pussy, riper
now from her excitement. I lapped her anus with
flattened tongue-plane, and because she sat so heavily
in my maw that it seemed her dusty rose of an asshole
kissed and sucked me back like a tiny round mouth. I
was beyond worship and tease, I tried to inhale her
sex through my nose and snorted and gasped and licked.
And licked. She raised. 

I sucked air deeply into my lungs, heaving and
shaking. My face was wet from her juices, from her
pussy, from my mouth, from god knows where. She was
sweating all over, the thighs that clamped round my
ears like a vice were hot and damp. She was heaving
along with me, although she could breathe freely.

"Oh, fuck, he's good. Anyone else want a crack at
him?"

She rose unsteadily from her perch on my head. 

"Damn, that looked hot! I want to cum all over his
stupid little face!"  

It was Beth. I lay panting, my bowels in an uproar. 

"Please, let me go to the bathroom." I whined. 

"Shut up, slutboy. You want to play, you pay the
price." The platinum blond fifty-year-old web goddess
looked crazed, her eyes blazing. She'd stripped nude,
her pale skin flushed. 

She took the same posture as Carol had, facing my
upraised ass, her pink knees unmercifully pressing my
shoulders. I gazed up at the wispy golden and gray
hairs framing her vagina and sighed. I was in love
with Beth's sex. She sat down on me without ceremony,
and I was immediately engulfed in her wet mess. She
rutted and fucked against my lips, my mouth, my nose,
and her generous flow of woman liquor coated me from
forehead to chin. Beth leaned into my thighs, and her
clit, her monster button, unsheathed and entered my
lips. This was my god, her feminine phallus, and I
sucked it like a little bitch. I lived only to make
her cum, and I pulled and petted, soaking her long
clit bulb with my spit. 

Beth wrapped my forgotten and forlorn boydick, still
chemically hardened and enshrined and encased in
Carol's purple nylon stocking, in her long strong
hand. I raised and lowered my head to mouthfuck myself
with her incredibly stiff long clitoris. She jacked my
dick, the nylon weave rasping the sensitive skin. Beth
swung her curvaceous hips in a nasty long arc that
drove her clit into my mouth. 

"Work it, you little bitch. Suck me til I cum. Make me
gusher..."

Her vaginal folds flopped over my muzzle, but I
centered on her center, her dangling clit. I followed
it's length up where it sprang from a ridge of hard
tissue running into her pubis. Beth liked this, and
hit me again and again by swishing her hips up and
down in visious slaps. My tongue ran along this ridge,
then went sideways back and forth, and I could feel
the map of blood vessels distending under the flesh of
her clit hood. 

She jacked me with her hand, and pushed harder down
onto my face with her sex. Tina crawled back onto the
bed and regained her place, hovering over my teendick,
licking my helmet through the nylon. I was adrift
between total pain from the enema washing inside me;
and complete serenity, tending to Beth while Tina
resumed collecting my boymilk.

Beth's ruts picked up speed, and her manipulation of
my prick became more urgent. She was moaning and
cursing, and shaking her white-maned head from side to
side. Tina took more and more of me into her mouth,
mixing her spit with my milk, matching Beth's now
frantic jack-off. The platinum blond webslut shuddered
as I opened my mouth as wide and as long as I could,
to taste her from the base of her mons down to the
engorged head of her throbbing clit. 

"I'm going to spraaaaaaaaaaaay!" She yelped.

And she did. She let loose with an orgasmic spritz
from her pussy that shot straight into my mouth, like
sea water, like concentrated essence of woman. I drank
and she shot another pulsing gush that ran out of the
corner of my mouth although I tried my best to catch
it all. Then I felt a deep rumble in my gut, and Tina
bit my dick involuntarily as I came, bucking and
twisting under Beth's weight. Tina sucked and coaxed
my jizz through the mesh of nylon stocking that
entrapped me. Beth's thighs clenched and relaxed in
time to her cum, and her weight shifted slightly off
me. I used this opportunity to suck the length of her
clit like a nasty little cock, and this set her off
again. I never wanted to let her clitoris out of my
lips. I made satisfactory sounds deep in my throat as
Tina finished licking and sucking the cum from my
cock. 

We all let out a sigh as Beth slouched and leaned on
my thighs. She kissed Tina in a frank opened mouth
bus. Then she extricated her legs from my bound ankles
and wrists, and scurried off the bed. Tina remained,
and slowly untied the nylon knots that held my penis
and balls. She held the wad of Carol's stocking,
soaked with my sperm and boymilky precum, gingerly,
and came to kneel next to my head. 

"Open wide, Bobby," she said, and when I did she
stuffed Carol's cum filled nylon into my mouth. 

"Better get him to the bathroom before he pops", Carol
observed from the sidelines.  

End of The Mature Webmistress Party Part 2

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