Message-ID: <37844asstr$1029258604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020813081153.8519.qmail@web20808.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rufus Thomas MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 01:11:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Webmistress Party Part 2 (FFFm FemDom, enema, oral, anal, smother) Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 13:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates Read more sinsational Cinque smut at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cinque_Manson/www/ 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 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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