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Subject: {ASSM} The Mature Webmistress Party Part 3 (Mfm voyuer, creampie)
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 08:10:06 -0400
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The Webmistress Party, Part 3
by Cinque Manson



Hands unclasped my ankles, leaving the cuffs buckled
but swinging uselessly from my wrists. I couldn't
stand straight; the enema deep within cramped my
abdomen, so I limped like Quasimodo to the bathroom.
The gaggle of mature webmistresses left me alone and
to my own devices as I puzzled over the complicated
web of leather straps that held my butt plug in place.
I will spare you a description of the next odoriferous
minutes as I voided in lonely ecstasy. I listened to
the party noises, the laughing feminine voices, the
soft music. The tub was still full, the water still
warm, and I bathed my funky body. 

I stood in the tub and shook the water off myself,
refreshed. My penis seemed detached from me, an
ever-hard length of pipe attached by muscle and flesh
to my groin. The Viagra. I took stock of my state of
mind, and felt no buzz like when I'd drunk alcohol, no
sleepy pleasant blanket over my brain like when I
smoked a bud. The only effect the drug had, other than
a perpetual woody, was a halo effect on my vision, as
I looked wide-eyed at the halogen lights in the
bathroom ceiling. 


Wrapped in a big thick terry towel, I crept back into
Mrs. Acker's bedroom. She was waiting for me, sitting
on her dressing table stool with her nut-brown legs
crossed. She took a sip of her wine, and beamed at me.


"You're a hit, kiddo. The girls are having a ball."

"Me too, ma'am." 

"Great! C'mon, everyone's in the living room. Linda's
getting her birthday presents..."

Alice rose, and took hold of my wrist cuffs. She bound
me with my wrists in front of me, and then handed me a
digital camcorder that had been left on her dressing
table. She led me down the hall to the living room. 

The mature webmistresses were lounging and relaxing.
Carol stretched her skinny body on the tan carpet.
Some slouched on the couch. Sam, the butch gym
teacher, sat in a chair in the corner, frowning. She
looked as if she'd been crying. 

Alice whispered in my ear, "Linda broke Sam's heart,
teased her and then deserted her. Such a bad little
girl, Linda..." I pondered this somewhat absurd
statement, and then noticed my teen-aged girlfriend on
her knees between Harry's thighs, taking broad licks
up his ten-inch fuck pole. Jeeze. My heart sank. Linda
looked like a small wild animal, her body covered in a
sheen of sweat, her honey blond hair lank. Harry, the
middle-aged prisoner sat quietly attentive, bound to
the straight backed wooden chair as my young mistress
tickled the ridge of flesh just below the head of his
enormous cock with her tiny pink tongue. 

"She wants you to video her, Bobby. Get close..."

I knelt behind her precious ass and fought the urge to
weep in jealousy and despair. Linda looked over her
shoulder at me and winked. Then she leapt up and
climbed over Harry's hairy thighs, facing me. I
clutched the video camera in my handcuffed mitts.  My
teenage crush, my lover, my mistress Linda hovered
with her heels on Harry's thighs. She reached under
her and took his cock in her hand, just below his
shiny plum sized head. She squeezed out a dollop of
thick clear precum from Harry's urethra and dipped
down by bending her knees so she could use his sticky
fluid to oil the skin of her delicate bald sex peach.
My heart was sinking in impotent jealousy as I watched
her despoil her thin teen pussy lips with the spiz
from Harry's coarse grown-up cock. It made no sense,
of course, I'd spent the better part of the last hour
pleasuring and being pleasured by the delightful harem
of middle-aged web porn women. But sense has nothing
to do with love, especially a boy's first puppy love
for his mistress. 

It seemed improbable, out of scale. I peered at the
view screen of the video camera at a close shot of
Linda's thin small hand move Harry's monstrous penis
against her tiny clit and perfectly formed pussy lips.
 So different from the slatternly gashes I'd been
sucking and fucking with the abandon of a dog. I
sighed. I pulled the focus back, and watched as my
teen mistress Linda lowered herself enough to push the
head of Harry's cock past the entrance of her sex. Her
eyes pinched shut, as she moved her pelvis forward and
back, just a little, just enough to cause the head of
Harry's mancock to pop in and out of her shaved pussy.
It made a damp plopping noise every time it exited. I
zoomed the camera to catch Harry's thick member
stretching my loves nubile vagina wide. 

Linda appeared to be relaxing over the middle aged
man's cock, and as she braced herself with her hands
on Harry's shoulders, a posture that thrust her firm
young titties out toward the camera, she flexed down
more, burying the giant fuck bat deeper up her. Harry,
with his blindfold and ball gag, gave every appearance
of impassivity, but I noticed his toes curling and
uncurling rapidly as Linda took half of his ten inch
monster in her tight teenage fuck hole. Linda was
grimacing again, eyes closed, and I couldn't tell if
she was loving the dick in her or hating it. Then she
let out a familiar moan, followed by the plaintive cry
I knew meant she was experiencing a profound orgasm.
Harry big hairy feet kicked against their ankle
restraints. I imagined the walls of Linda's vagina
undulating around Harry's dick, as they had around
mine. I gritted my teeth. 

Myrna, Harry's matronly wife, knelt beside her
husband's knees and sucked in her breath as she watch
the obscene spectacle of her husband, tied to a chair,
blindfolded and gagged, helpless as a fourteen year
old girl twitched and shook in his lap, fucking his
cock with her tight little hairless pussy. Myrna
brought a hand to Harry's testicles, tied and spread
with leather bands, and rubbed them with a handful of
Aqualube. She worked the slick patina of sex unguent
up from his nuts to his bumpy fluted shaft, then
stopped to squirt more before working the slimy stuff
up his cock to the where it split Linda's adolescent
pussy lips. 

"Lift up a bit, hon." Myrna advised, and when Linda
rose, the depraved matron lubed the parts of her
husband's cock that had been hidden inside my love. 

Linda tentatively sank a couple of inches, and Myrna
retreated back into the shadows, where I could hear
her clicking pictures with her still camera. 

"Thanks, that's much better Myrna!"  Digging her heels
deeper into the olive skinned flesh of Harry's thighs,
Linda squatted and took the last five inches of thick
cock. She arched her back, and whipped her long
strawberry blond hair back from her face. Her eyes
tightly shut, her lips peeled back from clenched
teeth, she sat fully impaled on the forty-five year
old man bound beneath her. She slowly uncoiled her
legs, and placed her feet on the floor, her legs
spread wide so she could straddled Harry's thighs. I
could only imagine how Harry felt, his ten-inch cock
completely enveloped by squirming teen cunt. Linda
hung her head and panted, and placed her tiny hands on
Harry's meaty knees. She opened her eyes and looked
right into the camera with an expression of pure
mindless lust. Then she pushed herself back and leaned
against Harry's chest. She pushed with her legs and
let his dick slide out of her a few inches, then fell
down again, then up a bit farther, then down in
controlled descent. Her knees began to wave open and
shut around Harry's thighs, and I could see this
motion caused a delicious friction inside her, as she
squeezed the monstrous cock with internal muscles. 

"Come closer, Bobby, I want you to see how good this
makes me feel."

I had been kneeling in the shadows, out of the circle
of amber light that illuminated Linda and Harry, now I
crept close in, and I heard Myrna snapping a quick
series as I entered the field of action. I moved the
camera within inches of Linda's crotch, and watched
the view screen. Linda rutted her hips back and forth;
leaving Harry impaled fully while she rocked against
him. Her pussy was spread from pale thigh to thigh by
the darker skinned phallus, which bulged at her
entrance as if Linda were forcing the blood back down
its length with her tightness. A combination of
Aqualube and Linda's own natural lubricants coursed
down Harry's balls in thin sheets. Linda opened her
legs as far as they would stretch so I could video her
full display. Her perky clit stood out at the top of
her distended and distorted young cunt, like a little
rhino horn. Without thinking I dropped the video
camera and leaned in to lick her nubbin, as I'd done
dozens of times in the past weeks. Her hand met my
forehead, abruptly breaking my descent. 

"No Bobby! Not now!"

She clearly wanted nothing to do with a mere boy when
she had cuntful of man, I thought bitterly to myself.
Indeed, she seemed to enjoy teasing and humiliating
me, now that she had gained control of the huge dick
invading her. Her eyes locked with mine and the
camera's as she rolled against Harry's cock. She began
pumping up and down on it, fucking in longer and
longer sweeps. She was almost standing over her
middle-aged prisoner and his cock still clung to the
entrance of her sex chamber by its fat shiny head.
Then down again. 

She lurched over and grabbed Harry's big loose balls
with one hand, placed the other hand on his knee, and
bumped down against him in a sharp intense attack. A
pink blush lit her face as she came, and then spread
down her neck to her nubile chest. She squealed in a
high whine as she cruelly thrust her hips against
Harry's priapic tool. She kept up this assault, cum
after cum, and then slumped for a few moments to rest.


Then, with the agility of a contortionist, she managed
to twist around and throw a leg over Harry's chest so
she now sat facing him. Linda bent her knees, found
purchase on the chair seat just outside of Harry's
hips, and thus crouched over him began to sweep her
hips so that his whole length could fuck in and out of
her, from purple head to base. She moved as if
possessed, her hands locked behind the middle-aged
man's neck, whipping her wet tight teenaged sex around
Harry's huge penis. I heard Harry make garbled sounds
behind his ball gag and he kicked his legs so hard it
appeared he might snap the chair leg and send the both
to the floor in a heap. But the chair leg held, as did
the rail back that held his struggling arms. Harry's
fingers clenched in tight fists. Linda's hair, stringy
and wet now with sweat, whipped around their heads.
She strained her head and looked down at me.

"Now, Bobby. Eat my ass out. Do it now!"

I put the camera down and leaned forward. I don't know
how she expected me to do much of anything. Her ass
moved in a broad arc the entire length of Harry's cock
in a steady and appalling rut. I sat with my tongue
out, catching her on her downstroke, lapping the
coating of their combined sweat, pussy juice and
Harry's stale preorgasmic penis drippings from her ass
cheeks as she sped by. I was right against them; felt
Harry's nuts churned suddenly under my nose, and then
Linda rammed herself straight down to take him
totally. Harry looked as if he were in seizure, legs
and arms flailing as far as his constraints would let
him. I watched Linda's ass cheeks quiver as Harry
unloaded his middle aged sperm into her fourteen year
old snatch. I took the opportunity to lick between the
globes of Linda's pert ass, tickling her clenched
little rose. She responded by grabbing my leash
roughly and holding my face against her butt crack.
She held me in place, and then rose off the ten inch
man cock, still hard as stone from the Viagra, which
thankfully fell against Harry's belly and not into my
face as it popped out of my teen mistress' twat. Linda
bent at the waist, pushing against my face, and said,

"Eat me, Bobby, I want you to eat me now!'

She bent at the waist, and offered her angry red
fucked-out pussy to my mouth, forcing my face into it
by my chain. It was frosted and filled with Harry's
thick sperm, but I was so grateful to be able to show
my love for Linda I opened my mouth wide to kiss her
well-used sex hole. I felt Harry's slime coat my lips
and spread over my cheeks as I worked to suck the cum
from Linda's open pussy. She yanked me back and forth,
rubbing herself roughly against my face as if it were
a fleshy piece of toilet paper. I could easily stick
my tongue up her; she was still stretched wide open
from her fuck on Harry's turkey neck of a cock. I
licked her vagina walls, and felt her tighten and
squeeze as this made her cum once again. More of
Harry's man seed pushed out her, and I licked and
swallowed his salty scuz. Finally the flow of jizz
finished trickling from Linda's womb, and she release
her hold on my blond hair. I fell back on my side in a
fetal position on the floor, my whole face a mess of
Linda's pussy liquor and Harry sperm. 





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