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Cougar Party

Author: Mimi La Tushe

ISBN: 9781370090167

Copyright - 2017 Mimi La Tushe

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This story is written for adults only. It contains explicit, graphic sex and language. It is for ages 18 and older only and all characters that engage in sexual acts are over 18 years of age. Thank you.

Caroline and her cougar friends decide to hold a masquerade party with snacks, dance music and cocktails. They invite a bunch of young studs to attend. At the party, they drink and dance with the young studs then lead them to a back bedroom. The party was a success.

Buy this book and listen to the cougars talk about their sexual antics.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Introduction

Chapter 2 David

Chapter 3 Juan

Chapter 4 Cougar Party

Chapter 5 Gorge

Chapter 6 Aristotle

Chapter 7 Joseph

Chapter 8 Kenneth

Chapter 9 Jack

Chapter 10 Afterword

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Chapter 1 Introduction

Caroline was the only daughter of a well-to-do family. Her father had started a restaurant business with one store, grew it into a national chain, and then went public, listing it on the stock market. The value of the stock doubled the first day and had been rising steadily since.

Her father had retired from the business affairs of the company but was worth many millions of dollars. Caroline stood to inherit it all when her father and mother passed on.

Her husband, David, was also a business success story. He had started off as a loan officer in a bank and worked his way up in the organization. The bank had expanded, adding more facilities, and buying out other banks. He was now a president in a bank consortium.

And here sat Caroline, alone, in this big empty house. Caroline was thirty eight years old. A well preserved thirty eight, some people would say. Of course, some trips to a plastic surgeon kept her face looking young, and a high priced personal trainer kept her body toned and looking good.

No one really cared, though, how Caroline looked. Her two sons were both in college. They came home for a couple of days on Christmas. Besides that, they spent all of their time with their girlfriends. Caroline normally heard from them once a month, when they wanted money for something.

And her husband, David may as well not come home. When he did, he never looked directly at Caroline. He just grunted “Hello” and sat down to eat. Then he went to his study, watched TV, went to HIS bedroom and went to sleep.

Caroline knew that he was fucking around on her; just by the way he avoided looking at her. She had given up caring.

She had even begun fucking around on him.

A couple of times with the pool cleaning guy. He was a young one, Hispanic, in his twenties, with a strong, tan body. Caroline was wearing a small white bikini and was laying in a chaise lounge chair by the swimming pool when the guy came to work. She got horny just as soon as she saw that tanned, toned body. She waited until he got over by her then got out of the chair. She wiggled her finger at him, motioning to come to her. When he got to her, she wrapped her arms around his body and gave him a deep long kiss.

She broke off the kiss, turned, and walked away from him. She stopped, turned around, again wiggled her finger for him to come, and led him to the bedroom. There she quickly stripped off her bikini, stripped off his clothes, pushed him down on the flat of his back, and gave him the fuck of his life.

Then there was the yard man. He had showed up wearing nothing more than a pair of short cut off jeans. He was young, probably in his twenties, probably a college student, and he had a gorgeous toned and tanned body.

Caroline, again, was out in the lounge chair wearing a bikini. One look at that body and she knew she had to have him. She got out of the chair, grabbed him by the arm and led him to the bedroom.

What a fuck! He came twice. She had three orgasms while he was screwing her. When they were done, he put on his clothes, went out, finished up his yard work and left. Too bad he never came back again. Caroline would have liked to have had some more of that dick!

Then there was the package delivery man. That one had been a waste of time. He had been to the house several times before but Caroline had never asked him past the front room. Caroline knew that he was an older man, but he was handsome with an athletic body and he was congenial.

She knew he was delivering a large package, and she met him with nothing on but a robe. After he got the package inside, she took off the robe, and began kissing him and stripping off his clothes.

She led him back to the bedroom, where he gave her a quick screwing, climaxed, then jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, and ran out the door saying he was going to be late on his route. Caroline never even got close to orgasm.

Caroline decided afterwards to be more discrete about who she went to bed with.

Chapter 2 David

She also decided to find out who her husband was sleeping with.

She had suspected for a while that David was sleeping with some young girl. Her husband had been spending many late nights in the office, sometimes not even coming home. “Slept in the office.” he told her.

Caroline didn't believe him, so she hired a private detective to get proof that David was fucking around.

And proof, the detective got. It cost five thousand dollars, but the detective gave her a CD to take home and watch.

Caroline plugged the CD into the big screen TV and then sat down to watch. There it was in living color.

The CD started with a girl walking to the door of the room. Caroline immediately recognized the girl as being David's twenty-four year old personal assistant, Kara.

The girl let a man into the room. There was no doubt but that it was David, her husband.

David immediately plastered himself against Kara and began passionately kissing her. Kara returned the kisses with just as much passion.

The two only broke from kissing long enough get their breath and to remove clothes from each other.

Before long, the two were down to their skivvies. David just had on a pair of briefs, Kara only had on a pair of pink nylon panties and a matching bra.

Kara had her hair done up in a bun. David now pulled the pins out of the bun, and let it fall down over her shoulders. Next he took her glasses off and put them over on the dresser.

While David was at the dresser, Caroline looked Kara over. She knew now why David had fallen for her. The girl was simply stunning. She was about five foot eight inches, one hundred forty pounds, raven black hair flowing down past her shoulders. She had a beautiful face, large taut tits, and an ass that any man would love to get their hands on. Her legs were tanned and athletic. This was a woman that any man would want to get in bed.

They went back to kissing. While they were kissing, David undid the hooks of her brassiere. He stepped back from Kara, took her bra off, and threw it over on the dresser.

He now put a hand under one tit, bent over and start kissing and sucking the nipple. He put his other hand on the other tit and began twitching, fondling, and kneading the other nipple.

Just watching the two made Caroline's nipples stick out.

Caroline could tell from the look of pleasure on Kara's face that she really enjoyed having her tits massaged like that.

Next. David stepped back from Kara again, and got down on his knees. He pulled her panties down, and began licking and kissing that black patch of pubic hair between her legs.

Caroline wondered where David had got to be such a lover. All he had ever done to Caroline was climb in bed, hump her about a dozen times, blow cum into her pussy, roll over, and go to sleep.

When Caroline had got the CD she had prepared herself to be disgusted with it. Now watching it, she found herself getting sexually excited. Her nipples were straining against her bra and her panties were wet from the copious amount of juice escaping from her pussy.

Caroline suddenly thought, “What the Hell! The door is locked. No one is due to come!” She took off her blouse and bra, then undid the jeans she was wearing, and took them off. She went to a reclining chair, and laid it back. She put one hand on the tip of a nipple and began massaging it. The other hand she put down the waist band of her panties and began feeling and rubbing her pussy while she was watching the TV.

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tagSci-Fi & FantasySubterrane Ch. 03

Subterrane Ch. 03

Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2011

This story is continued.

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From where we stood, I could see us in one of the farther mirrors at an angle. I looked exactly as I was: a dirty, disheveled, nude warrior half-mad with lust, damp hair flat to my head, my hand still gripping the glossy white hair of a beautiful, modest, and ultimately submissive conquest.

It vaguely pricked at my pride, but might not have made a difference if my eyes hadn't landed on the dwarf's bite mark on my shoulder.

I remembered then that I sought healing draughts as I stole back into the City. Surely...I could be clear of the taint from my body—especially that bite—and even be clean and beautiful as well when I ravaged this gorgeous, solitary farmer.

When I brought him over to one of the very solid pieces of furniture in the kitchen—the polished granite table—and tried to bend him over it, he fought me fiercely.

"No. No!" he said again as he struggled.

It took holding him, kicking one ankle hard enough to make it slip on the polish stone floor, and pinning him to the table to get him under control, but he still strained and thrashed. It was only when I used a nerve point against him that he stopped and went still, unable to scream for the pain as I kept the pressure on.

"Are you going to behave?" I asked.

He managed a faltering nod.

"Are you?"

Again a nod, this one more urgent.

When I eased the pressure, he sucked in a breath and moaned loudly, blinking out the tears which had formed in his eyes.

"Answer this, then. Do you have healing potion in this house?"

He nodded and mumbled, "Within the cabinet on the far left, top shelf. In a drop bottle."

I used one of the leather thongs to lash his wrists together in front of him, then tether him tightly to the granite legs of the table, his arms stretched tight and straight. I kept the spare for later; he could kick but he wouldn't hit anything as long as I stayed to the side.

Inside the cabinet was a bottle shaped like a tear drop, exactly as he said. I took it down and drew my blade, standing next to the table with his arms in front of me. He twisted his head to look at me and I smiled at him.

"Pray you aren't lying."

I drew a small cut across his forearm with my blade and he blurted a cry more of disbelief and dread than pain. Then I took the stopper between my teeth and tugged it out, holding the open mouth of the bottle above his open wound.

I watched him. He returned a scowl but stayed very still, protesting nothing and with not a speck of fear or uncertainty in his face. It told me what I wanted to know.

I let some of the potion dribble onto his wound and he flinched. We both watched the cut close up again, healing completely and leaving only a small streak of blood behind.

"Potent," I commented, taking the stopper from my mouth. "What's the dosage for fatigue and topical injuries?"

"Two spoonfuls," he said grudgingly.

I took in a small mouthful straight from the bottle, made a face as it was fairly bitter, but soon felt the glow of magic inside me. It was warm and diffused through me in soothing tendrils, easing all my sore muscles and making my skin itch as it began erasing the evidence of my altercations.

I set the bottle back in the cupboard and sheathed my blade before setting it and the leather thong on a counter. A small tub of water that was awaiting some sort of wash at the deep sink at least allowed me to wipe the mud from my body as well. I felt much better and somehow hotter, even more in need...

I picked up a round, hard root from a basket, tested its firmness and size, and nodded. My captive started breathing more quickly again as I approached him.

"No, please listen to me, if my Mistre—" he began just before I stuffed the root into his mouth, forcing his jaws wider and filling his mouth so he wouldn't be able to talk.

I tore a strip of silk from his waist wrap to tie around the root and behind his head, holding it in place. He made muffled, desperate sounds, shaking his head as I stood behind him and lifted his wrap to bunch it at his hips. I stroked his legs and bare buttocks, admiring their shape, and reached around to test his member, not surprised to find it completely flaccid.

That was okay. This was why males had nut glands. First you penetrated him, and then he could penetrate you like a good drone.

He only hurt himself trying to deny me entrance at the ring between his buttocks and he did manage a glancing kick at my knee. I growled, took hold of his hair again and jerked his head back until he was bowing tight as an archer's pull.

I hissed in his ear, then licked it. "Nice little show. Now think about how much of this you want visible to others. I'll bet it's not in your own interest."

His breathing was still quick but he kept his eyes closed, and when I slowly caressed his ass again, eventually dipping into his crevasse, he tensed but didn't thrash or kick again. I took it that, on his second thought, he didn't want to be marked up. I could oblige that; I only needed to fuck him, not punish him.

A handy bottle of oil—the kitchen was a nice location for this part—not only made it impossible for him to stop my fingers but also eased the soreness he'd brought on himself. He writhed and squirmed as I worked him like the stud anyone would say he was, his hair spread over his back and moving with him.

I combed his hair and caressed him, talked soft and encouraging as I did to him the same which I'd done to the wizard with his cock in my mouth. I honestly was more gentle on my captive, though. I didn't want to force an ejaculation this time, I only wanted to stimulate his member into swelling up firm enough for my purposes.

It was working, too; his breathing was getting ragged though he still shook his head in denial, and he moaned even through the root in his mouth as I withdrew and entered him again and again with my fingers. The moans got louder, more despairing, when I reached around with my other hand and stroked him.

Lolth, at last! I found him erect and ready for me.

I literally just flipped him over from his stomach onto his back, which twisted his arms a bit above his head, then lifted him so his backside rested on the table. I climbed up as well, blocking his attempt to curl and get his knees in the way, shoving them down and his wrap farther up. Finally I straddled him.

I was shuddering and gasping by now, hardly in control of myself as I reached to aim him at my pulsing slit. Moisture was not a problem; I smeared it all over the head and squeezed him right into my hungry channel without pause as a wordless, hoarse sound escaped him.

Bright lights flashed behind my eyes at merely sitting on him, taking all of him in that first stroke; it made me scream at the ceiling. My body was wracked by spasms as I grunted in pleasure over the farmer and experienced the strongest peak I could remember in quite a while. Better than those divinely forced with the Duergar, better than those I'd forced on my own in the trials.

This time I was on top. I was getting it how I wanted it.

I almost didn't recognize the sound behind me at first, but I knew the exact instant that something looped around my neck that the sound had been the door opening.

*Oh, Lolth damn it.*

Someone tightened a strap at my throat and forcibly dragged me backwards off of the pole I'd had up my twat. The violence of my reaction would have shocked me if I'd been in my right mind.

As it was, I screamed again, but unintelligibly and in pure rage as I vaulted up again off the ground so quickly, striking her in the jaw with my fist, that she lost her grip on the strap and staggered backward as it fell to the side.

My House dagger was still on the counter and that fact may have saved my life. I could be lethal with just my hands, but I was still naked and my opponent was fully dressed and armed to the teeth. She blocked most of my strikes aimed at her head and throat and all of them that tried to snatch one of her weapons. Then she swept my feet out from under me.

I could swear my vision turned pure red as I rolled, got up, and charged again. This was not like me...I was not in control, I was not thinking—!

The interloper was ready for me; she turned slightly and connected a well-placed kick to my head and I went down, stunned. In that time, she tied my hands behind my back and my ankles to my hands, perhaps with the same leather thong I'd set aside. I made a sound halfway between a moan and a growl, blinking blearily toward the table where there was movement.

I could presume she had removed the root from my farmer's mouth as she asked quietly, "Did you release inside her, even once?"

"N-no, Red Sister," he gasped, answering in an entirely submissive and obedient tone which I hadn't thought him capable. "I...she had only just begun."

It was quiet for a moment and I pulled at the restraints as I thought viciously, *To the Abyss with just beginning, I need to finish!*

"Let me go!" I demanded in a deadly voice, and the male body lashed to the table flinched, but the Red Sister didn't even acknowledge me.

Instead she cut the male free and he rolled off the table, pulling down his wrap to cover himself, and fell to his knees, fairly trembling as he kept his eyes on the floor.

"You will tell your Mistress nothing of this," she said.

"Nothing happened, Red Sister," he answered immediately. "Today was as uneventful as the last."

He sounded like he believed it.

The Red Sister collected my dagger from the counter, attached it to her belt, and then came to collect me from the floor. I thrashed and struggled indignantly, gnashing my teeth and snarling in frustration. I could feel her soft leather armor and odd tools against my bare skin as she carried me outside.

There was a lizard mount waiting with saddle and bridle, and the elite assassin threw me belly-down over the back of the animal before mounting up just behind me. Her arm pressed me down firmly when I arched my back, preventing me from squirming my way off. As my ankles were still tied to my wrists, that would not have been a smart move anyway.

The lizard started moving, spine bending and swaying side to side as it carried us away. Soon I was more focused as the ridge of the mount's back pressed into me; it made it difficult to breathe. I tried to look over my shoulder but the Sister would just turn my head back toward the passing ground. I could see her long black boots, though, and wondered at my urge to rub my cheek against them.

"You remember that you're fertile now, don't you?" she asked finally, and I decided I hadn't heard her voice before.

I bit down on my lip rather than start spewing expletives at her. Of course I remembered, that was why I was acting this way! That one orgasm had helped but I still needed more!

"You simply can't catch right now," she continued.

"And if I do?" I asked caustically.

"For one, you would force a decision not in your hands that you might not like. Do you really want the details?"

I scowled at the ground, but was silent. Actually, no, I didn't want details right then.

"For another...the particular would-be sire you attacked was a poor choice."

"He looked fine to me," I sneered.

"Yes, I agree, very fine. So fine, in fact, that if you were of clear mind, would it occur to you to wonder why there was a circlet around his neck with a crest on it?"

I was quiet again. I'd noticed the circlet. I hadn't noticed any crest. "Which House?"

"Not just the House, Sirana. The crest. D'Verin's standard. But with the round belly silhouette."

My stomach went a little cold.

"Fffuuuuckk," I hissed as my heart pounded harder all of a sudden.

The Red Sister chuckled. She knew I'd just violated one of the Bred Consorts. This was not nearly as high of a crime as attacking any female Drow during childbirth, of which the Priestesses and the Valsharess herself always took notice, but it was still a stiffly punishable offense.

The Bred Consorts, supported mostly by the Priesthood although loaned or gifted to certain Houses at times, were kept for their physical perfection. Taking one—and moreover becoming pregnant by one without permission—was one of the most sensational thefts a Drow could attempt.

"What was he...doing out there alone?" I asked.

"It was his time of solitude and worship," the Red Sister answered easily. "The land plot is D'Verin, he is theirs for the time being. Normally—normally—no one is foolish enough to bother them so they don't send along bodyguards, which defeats the purpose of solitude."

When I said nothing, the Red Sister continued to poke at me. "You'd have carried a tremendously sought after line. I think D'Shea would lose you to the fangs of the Driders, though, after you gave birth. No telling whether D'Verin would get the child or whether she would be raised by the Priestesses."

I ground my teeth at her words; she was right, of course.

"I see..." I began, peeling back my lips from my teeth in a facsimile of a smile—even if she couldn't see it. "Are you saying you saved my life?"

"We both know I did, Sirana."

Meaning she would want something in return, sooner or later.

"And how did you just *happen* to be in the right place at the right time?" I asked with very little grace.

She laughed softly. "I was far too late, as far as I'm concerned. We've been watching you. I was on guard for when you should gave approached or tried to get around the sentries. When you were overdue at the waypoint, it took a while to determine where you'd gone to. I had to commandeer this mount from a caravan to get here in time."

The same caravan that had passed me, I supposed. But my stomach heated up a little in anxiety. "Watching me...for how long?"

She was silent a moment, but answered, "From half a cycle out, when we knew for certain you were coming back."

"Why not claim you've been watching every moment from the place you left me?" I snarled, trying to cover my relief at the answer. "How would I know?"

"You'll find out we number less than fifty, Sirana. Think about it."

I did, even with my cunt buzzing and slowing my thoughts down. Too many possible directions to watch, perhaps, not enough eyes; the area became exponentially larger the farther out one went.

There was the possibility of scrying, linked to a focus-object—the House blade left me being the most likely culprit—but usually that took a fully-trained Priestess or wizard to accomplish. Furthermore, maintaining the scry continuously for that many hours would be severely taxing...and the Red Sisters would have to allow an outsider intimate knowledge of their doings.

Perhaps this Sister was indeed telling the truth.

If that was true, then they hadn't witnessed my encounter with the Duergar and wouldn't have seen the bite mark because of the cloak I'd stolen covering it. I may have seriously tripped up with the Consort, for they would know all about that, but I still had one more important secret still safe from the Sisters.

"Where are you taking me?" I finally asked.

"Somewhere more comfortable."

That gave me thought to pause.

"No demons but us, Sirana."

I didn't like the sound of that.

"Meaning...you can repay me. While you're still in heat, you'd best stick to the Sisters. We can fuck you three ways from Aorson until the effects of the ritual wear off. I, for one, will be most happy to."

Meaning that it would wear off? I felt such relief in that moment before the rest of it sank in. She was going to fuck me...?

"Wait...what?" I turned my head to look at her again and this time she let me. My eyes widened. "...Gaelan?"

The youngest Red Sister that I'd seen thus far grinned at me and caressed my naked backside, then gave me a sharp slap which made me jerk on the saddle. It sparked and fanned my arousal in an instant, just that one smack, and I groaned. Her gloved hand caressed me some more and slipped oh-so-briefly between my thighs, where I garbled an encouragement before she withdrew quickly and slapped my other cheek.

My nipples tightened against the saddle as I gasped for breath. "Don't tease me..."

"Why not?"

Her hand slid down my back and over my bottom, and this time her fingers slipped right between my netherlips and into my soggy sex. I stiffened and immediately found myself trying to hump back but she withdrew her hand again, leaving me empty, my hands able to grab at nothing.

"Oh Lolth..." I moaned in agony.

"Will you repay me in kind, Sirana? I think you owe me."

My teeth gritted. I wanted to say yes, yes to anything. "In kind...meaning...?"

"Well..." Her hand returned to my crotch. "You know what my mouth is like...here," she flicked my clitoris and I cried out. "And you know what it feels like...here," she plunged two fingers into my slit and I thrashed very much like the Consort had before she withdrew. "And...mostly especially here."

She pressed a finger straight into my anus and held it there as I strained, unable to be still. The fact that she wouldn't move it inside me was torturous; I was very, very close to climaxing.

"I want to know how your mouth feels."

"Please...please," I begged.

Even if it had been the wizard and not Gaelan, I still would have begged. That was how much difference the fertility ritual, and the recent interruption, was having on me.

"Will you repay me in kind, Sirana?"

"Yes...yes," I gasped.

"If I were to have the means to satisfy your cravings, would you submit to anything I told you?"

"Yes!" I cried, angry for having lost the climax, for having fallen back from the edge. "What d-do you want?"

"Quite a lot."

Gaelan urged the lizard mount to climb at one point, and I tensed as I waited to roll off, but she held me tightly against her, one arm clasped about my waist as I was pressed into her warm belly and thighs. We never turned upside-down or vertical, so for the most part Gaelan could keep me in place.

Discomfort slowly started to overtake my arousal—the position in which I was tied in addition to having my head hanging toward the ground for the last quarter hour took its toll, and I moaned softly in pain when jostled.

Eventually I became aware of us entering a cave just big enough for Gaelan to lean down, covering me cross-ways as her chin got closer to the body of the lizard, and slide on in. It was deep; it was a long time before Gaelan could sit up straight again, but finally she stopped the mount and got off, tethering the lazy-eyed animal to a post near the entrance.

I heard her drawing a blade and tensed before realizing she had just severed my bonds. She gave me plenty of time to unfold my legs and try to bring my arms forward, but I still would have fallen off if she hadn't caught me and set me to the ground.

I studied her face. More fine-boned than some, her large eyes tilted slightly upward, her cheeks high and her nose on the short side but wider at the nostril. Her lips were fuller than mine, her chin strong enough, and I saw the swollen spot where I'd managed to strike her jaw. Her hair was tied up in a very tight braid and curled in a bun at her nape.

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Bobby awoke without his customary display of swaying boobies or his morning shower, that was odd his mom was always an early riser. He checked the clock, 10:30am, definitely odd. His cock was hard with his morning glory and as he remembered the events of last night he felt it swell even more. He pushed the bed clothes off himself and looked down at his throbbing hard column of meat, remembering what it had looked like with his mother’s sensuous, moist red lips wrapped round it and her tongue swirling over the head. His dick lurched at the thought and his noticed a trace of red lipstick around the shaft.

It really did happen! It wasn’t a dream! So now what, blowjobs on tap? His sexy mom sucking his cock every day and swallowing his big load? His dick lurched again at the thought. Speaking of which, where was she? He padded out of bed and made his way to her room, his cock leading the way, hopeful of a warm welcome, but her bed was empty.

He made his way to the landing and could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen. He figured it was safe to venture down on a Saturday morning so he made his way through the house and found his mom in the kitchen. She looked really hungover and was nursing a cup of black coffee in her silk robe.

“You ok mom?”

“Oh Bobby! Yes, I’m, well no… I had too much to drink last night and, well I’m not feeling very well.”

He wasn’t sure if she meant the champagne or the belly-full of cum, or the combination, but either way it obviously hadn’t agreed with her.

“Yeah well, you did tie one on last night..”

“Yes, and I’m afraid behaved very stupidly, very stupidly indeed.”

Oh god, here we go!

“Mom, you weren’t that bad.”

“Bobby, I was doing things to you, things mothers aren’t supposed to do to their sons, in public, where anyone could have seen!”

“But there was hardly anyone there mom, and no one we knew.”

“But there could have been, some one could have walked in and seen us together, me hanging out of my dress, and you with your, well with that.” she said looking towards his erection that reared up still hopeful of some attention. His cock was still hard as a rock but he figured it was going to have to stay that way right now.

“Well there was no harm in the end, and we were celebrating right?”

“It’s not the point Bobby, the way I behaved was totally irresponsible, it could have landed me in jail and ruined both our lives, not to mention what happened after.”

His cock lurched at the mention of his mother giving him road head before sucking his cock dry in the living room. God he wished she would just stop beating herself up and give him a repeat performance.

“Mom, stop being so hard on yourself, you’re entitled to let your hair down once in a while and nothing bad happened, and as to what happened after, I’ve got no complaints about that!”

“I’m sure you haven’t! But that’s not the point, we crossed a line last night and we can’t undo what we did, or rather I did. I can’t believe I… Oh Bobby, where is this going to end? I wish I could just flick a switch and go back to when we used to be a normal family. Before your father had his plane crash and before all… this started.”

“Mom, I miss dad too, and I wish he was here, but wishing isn’t going to bring him back. So the way I see it we’ve got to look out for each other. The way things have been the last few weeks, I don’t regret one bit. I’ve never felt closer to you and what you’ve done for me just makes me love you more.”

“Oh Bobby, you’re all I have and I feel like I am letting you down. I’m supposed to be your mother and instead there I was last night running around like some cheap whore. This can’t be right Bobby, it’s not normal.”

“Mom you could never be a cheap whore so don’t speak about yourself like that. As to what normal is, I don’t know, most of my friends hardly speak to their parents and when they do it’s to tell them how much they hate them. I love you and I’d do anything for you, so if that means being not normal then so what?”

“But Bobby, I’m your mother, I’m not supposed to see you like this,” she gestured at his still hard cock, “let alone do the things I’ve done.”

“But if you hadn’t I’d probably have ended up beating my dick to death on the bannisters.”

“More likely you’d have knocked the stairs down.” she smiled up at him through red eyes and smudged mascara. “I’m sorry I must look horrible.”

“You look beautiful mom, and stop worrying, everything is fine. Really!”

“Oh Bobby, I wish I could believe you..”

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He grinned at her and she managed another wane smile.

“Oh Bobby, I don’t know what I do to deserve you.”

He could think of a couple of things she could do right now but he figured he’d keep them to himself. She approached him and cuddled up to him. His cock nudged against her stomach and she glanced down at it. “I’ve suppose I’ve rather neglected you this morning haven’t I?”, he didn’t say anything but just watched as she reached down and encircled his hard cock with her hand before gently stroking it. He groaned as she began lightly running her hand up and down it, slowly building up the rhythm. She was wearing a silk robe so his view was restricted to her amazing cleavage and her unfettered melons swaying under the thin silk in time with her stroking. Her nipples seemed to be protruding through the thin material and it definitely wasn’t cold today so she had to be getting turned on.

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“Ohhh fuck mom I’m cumming.”

His balls drew up under his cock and the head swelled even more has the huge slab of meat lurched in her hand before spitting a jet of thick white cum across the kitchen that landed with an audible splat on the floor, being followed by several more so before long it was raining sperm on the tiled floor. She continued milking his huge cock as the seemingly endless supply of cum erupted from it until it finally slackened off and subsided. He regained his senses and surveyed the scene, great streaks and puddles of cum spread out before him across the floor.

“Oh well, I was going to clean the kitchen floor anyway.” Alison sighed, smiling and releasing his cock.

“Sorry.” said Bobby giving a comic shrug.

They spent the rest of the day mooching around at home, Alison recovering from her hangover and Bobby waiting around hoping for some more action along the lines of the the previous night’s.

He lay on the bed remembering the feel of his mom’s mouth on his cock, the way she teased the head with her tongue and the sensation of her moist lips sliding down the shaft, enveloping his dick in a wonderful warm wet tunnel. His dick throbbed at the recollection and he wondered if a repeat performance was on the cards tonight?

He reflected on his mom and her moods last night. She kept on about limits and how far things would go but bit by bit Bobby sensed she was relaxing and opening up. He sure hoped so, the idea of going back to a normal mother son relationship wasn’t something he wanted to think about, he lived from one sexual encounter to the next and couldn’t imagine having to make do with a peck on the cheek rather than her cheeks round his pecker. He felt himself drifting off to sleep with images of his beautiful naked mom worshipping his cock playing through his mind.

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He stood by her shoulder and could see she was answering some emails.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

She turned to see his dick at eye level throbbing.

“Oh my god! Well you obviously! I was just doing some work, we’ve got a problem I’m trying to solve.”

“What’s the problem?”

“We have a contract to provide some educational products and I’m having trouble sourcing some of them.”

“Um. What sort of educational material?”

“Well since you ask, it’s a series of replicas of the, um, male reproductive system.”

“Male repro… you mean guy’s dicks?”

“That’s not really the technical description I’d use, but yes, casts of various men’s penises so they can be used for educational purposes and testing birth control products.”

“So, what’s the problem, I mean, you have guys willing to,err, model don’t you?”

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His mom was looking flushed and guessed she was getting embarrassed talking about it but there was something about the idea of his mom looking at cocks and assessing them that turned him on, especially if she was comparing them to him.

“So you have to measure them?”

“Certainly not, the applicants submit their details via the internet and I refer them on for consideration.”

“And you’ve not had any guys apply who are packing?”

“Bobby, it’s not the sort of thing to joke about. This is serious, we, I, need to get this project completed this month. There’s a lot of money involved, schools and birth control manufacturers who are paying for this.”

“So you just need a guy with a large…percentile, then?” he said waving his erection at her.

“Bobby can’t you be serious? This is important.”

“I am being serious, I mean unless you think I don’t.. measure up?”

“Bobby don’t be ridiculous!”

“You mean I’m not big enough?”

“Of course you’re… big enough, more than big enough, but you are my son and I can hardly submit your details can I?”

“Why not?”

“Why not??? How am I supposed to explain that I know how large my son’s penis is when it’s erect?”

“Well don’t tell them it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Use another name.”

“Bobby, be serious!”

“I am!”

“It’s too dangerous, someone would find out.”

“Where are the err, casts being done?”

“Some company in New York, why?”

“Well we don’t know anyone there so just put a different name on the form and who’s going to know?”

“Bobby, it’s too risky.”

“What’s the risk, no one will know and besides, I’ve always wanted to visit the big apple. C’mon mom, we could go together, what do you say?”

“Bobby, I don’t know…”

“Mom, you said yourself it was serious and you needed a volunteer with a big… percentile and here it is at your service!” he flexed his muscles and made his cock jump in salute.

“Bobby!” his mom his mom admonished him.

“C’mom, at least fill in the form, that can’t do any harm can it? What do we have to do?”

“Oh alright, there’s an online submission applicants have to fill in.” she typed in the address and a webpage came up for the clinic and a chance to volunteer to be part of a medical research program. Bobby could see why they hadn’t had many applicants, the page looked about as erotic as a funeral director’s convention and most guys were unlikely to ever pay it much attention. His mom clicked on the ‘APPLY HERE’ link and a questionnaire and some instructions appeared.

“Hmm well it only asks for basic contact details.”

“Great put me down as Bobby Smith.”

“Very imaginative choice!” his mom remarked wryly.

“Hey keep it simple right?”

“Ok well, most of these questions deal with diseases and so on.” his mom clicked the relevant boxes before coming to the final section. “Here is the section where it’s asking for umm, measurements. Do you know your, um, length when aroused?” she asked flushing.

“Errr, no.”

She looked round at him, his huge cock towering over her.

“You don’t?? Surely you must have, I thought all boys…checked themselves.”

“Nope.” he lied, Of course he had measured himself but the chance to have his mom do it for him was too good to pass up.

“Which means you expect me to do it I suppose?”

Bobby shrugged and held out his bandaged hands by way of an explanation.

“Oh alright! Let me see, there are some instructions. ‘To ensure the best results and that the subject is fully aroused the subject should stimulate their penis for approximately 60 minutes without reaching a climax prior to carrying out the measurements.”

“I guess that’s where you come in mom.”

“What a surprise!” she remarked looking at him with an arch look before regarding his still erect penis. “I don’t see how it could get much harder than it is at the moment.” she said reaching up to stroke it.

“Well we want to be scientifically accurate right?”

“I never knew you were so interested in science Bobby. Come along then.” She sighed before standing and leading him over to the couch by his cock. She pushed him down onto the seat before going to the kitchen and returning a few moments later with a glass of wine which she set down on the table.

“I suppose if I’m going to be here doing this for an hour I might as well be comfortable.” Her heavy boobs swayed and jogged under the thin silk robe and Bobby feasted his eyes on them hoping to see them naked once more.

“Great! Err, how about some visual stimulation to start with?” Bobby’s eyes like saucers and his cock was flexing in anticipation.

“This isn’t room service you know!”

“Um, I didn’t mean it like that, just you know, for the experiment, to get accurate measurements and…”

“Oh halkalı escort alright.” she cut him off, untying her robe and letting it fall to the ground so he could feast his eyes once again on her knockers.

“There, happy?”

“Um, yeah.”

No matter how many times he saw them he couldn’t get enough of her glorious heavy orbs. She sat facing him, his eyes following every sway and jiggle of her tits. She then slowly ran her hand down his toned six pack and lightly stroked around the base of his cock. His dick lurched as she delicately teased around the base of it before gently playing with his balls. She tenderly cradled his heavy testicles in her hand, as if she was weighing them and admiring their size and heaviness. He watched as she slowly released his gonads and slid her fingers up his cock delicately caressing the shaft before running up and around the shiny purple head.

She continued delicately stroking and teasing his column of meat and he lay back glorying in the sensation of her elegant fingers playing over his iron hard cock. After a few minutes he reached out with his clumsy injured hand and awkwardly attempted to heft one of her huge boobs. His wrists were still too weak to allow him to lift the heavy melons but he was able make her boobs jiggle and sway while squeezing the smooth soft flesh as best he could. She didn’t say anything but continued stroking him as he weighed her heavy jugs in his hand, marvelling at their size and smoothness. As she continued to stroke his cock she slowly built the tempo increasing his arousal. He moaned in appreciation of her caresses and in return he found her rubbery nipples and ran his fingers over them, feeling them harden under his touch. His mother let out a sharp intake of breath and although she said nothing, he guessed she was getting turned on.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an age, neither of them spoke but Bobby’s cock bucked and lurched as she continued to stroke and tease him towards an orgasm without ever allowing him to reach it. Pre-cum drooled from his cock and she used her fingers to smear the clear slimy liquid over his glans and shaft, lubricating it and adding to the sensuality of her touch. For her part Bobby noticed that Alison’s breathing seemed more rapid and her nipples were now like two hard bullets sticking out from her breasts. Bobby couldn’t resist making her big jugs jiggle and sway but increasingly focused his attention on her nipples, being rewarded with the occasional gasp or moan that Alison would emit when he did. Alison brought Bobby gasping to the brink of orgasm several times but expertly denied him the ultimate pleasure of release, his cock now so hard it was like it was carved from marble.

As she caressed him and delicately built the tempo once more, Bobby could feel his orgasm nearing again, knowing it would be denied. God how much longer was she going to keep teasing him? He knew she wouldn’t let him cum because she hadn’t measured him yet and while he was desperate to cum he was powerless to stop her caressing him. His balls tightened yet again and he felt his cum begin to rise Alison’s caresses became slower and lighter, her feathery touch keeping him floating on the brink before letting him subside and then releasing him altogether. He opened his eyes to look at her as she moved away from him removing her charms from his reach. Initially he was disappointed but then she knelt in between his legs and leant over him letting her heavy boobs hang down over his crotch, her giant melons brushing against his engorged manhood as they swayed. He watched breathlessly as the smooth silky skin of her magnificent tits bumped against the aching hardness of his cock, feeling her hard nipples rub against the shiny purple skin of his glans.

His mom smiled up and him before lowering her heavy jugs so his cock was between them and squeezing them together, enveloping him in their silky soft smooth grip. Bobby groaned at this new level of excitement, his mom seemed to be getting off on teasing and tormenting him, it was like she was trying to see how much he could take. He was powerless to resist anything she wanted to do to him, all he cared about was the pleasure coursing though his body as she began slowly sliding her boobs up his shaft, enveloping him completely so he disappeared from sight, before pausing and slowly sliding down the length of his cock , his purple cock head emerging from the magnificent creamy canyon of her boobs. She kept her movements agonisingly slow, allowing his cock constant stimulation but not enough to take him over the edge.

Pre-cum drooled constantly from his cock lubricating the fleshy tunnel between her boobs, making it feel even more like a wonderful pussy he could penetrate to his heart’s, or his cock’s desire. Bobby was peering blearily at his mom, unsure how long the teasing had been going on, but sure it had to be more than an hour when he was suddenly aware of cool air replacing the feel of his mom’s boobs on his cock. He looked down to see her sitting back, her breasts slick with his juices.

“I think you could do with a little break.” she smiled.

He regarded his cock which was bucking and lurching like it was possessed and a strand of pre-cum hung down onto his belly. Fuck he was so turned on if he didn’t cum soon he felt like his balls were going to explo


Ways Women Orgasm

Reaching orgasm

Rose was a pretty woman even in her late forties. Despite being a mother and housewife she always achieved a classy presentation. Rose told me:

“Although I masturbated as a youngster (from 14) it was never to orgasm. My first orgasm was by accident. It happened at 17 with a boyfriend – not during penetrative sex but as a result of my body rubbing against his body. It was a scary experience for me and I didn’t like being out of control. It wasn’t until I met my long-term partner who had studied the female anatomy from books and real girls that I had another orgasm at 19.

I didn’t want (for a number of reasons) penetrative sex so our initial experiments were with mutual masturbation. It was really easy then about 6 months later to transfer to penetrative orgasmic sex. I often wonder how long it would have taken for me to discover orgasm if I hadn’t met this more experienced lover.”

Rose did not masturbate alone but she had succeeded in applying orgasm techniques to sex and she had learned how to masturbate herself during intercourse.

Rose agreed that a man’s sexual arousal can be very flattering and that an important aspect of her own sexual arousal was the idea that her partner wanted to have sex with her. Some couples find that the spoon position allows a woman to stimulate herself (think of spoons lying side by side in a drawer – man behind the woman).

Sharing sexual fantasies

Rose recommended: “Men need to learn manual arousal techniques (to use on the woman) and also not to be intimidated by women using masturbation as part of the act of intercourse.

Women need to learn to combine masturbation and intercourse and feel completely free to share their fantasies and use them during intercourse.” She giggled: “I wonder if the taboo about sex is not about sex per se but about the ‘naughty fantasies’ that make sex so good! I also found it difficult to share fantasies as I was unsure if speaking about them might somehow make them lose their power – like bursting a bubble – thankfully it hasn’t”.

Rose agreed that women’s sexual arousal and orgasm are not automatic and that women’s sexual arousal is more consciously generated: “Men are easily stimulated by sexual thoughts. Women’s automatic trigger is (1) more easily sublimated, (2) far less frequent and (3) needs other factors present to be switched on (i.e. they need to be content with other areas of their life).

I think that they do have this automatic trigger but because of the above reasons, the choice becomes more conscious. Women usually need more artificial aids to trigger arousal. I would also add general touching and caressing (as opposed to specifically primary erogenous zone touching).” Later she remarked:

“It’s peculiar that the ‘power’ that women have over men (i.e. the ability to sexually arouse them) is at times really appreciated by the woman and helps with her arousal. And at other times completely abhorrent to her or at least the effect it has is abhorrent. Unfortunately, men seem to be unable to get the timing right as to when to respond to this power. This is not very fair for men because they really seem unable to pick up the signals and respond appropriately. I believe that for whatever reason (upbringing, genetics) that their emotions are so controlled that they cannot read the emotional signals that women give out.”

“It’s not that men are insensitive. Their brains just aren’t organised to notice small details and changes in the appearance or behaviour of others. ” (p77 Why men don’t listen 1999)

Excerpt from Jane’s book Ways Women Orgasm (2011)

9 comments for “Reaching orgasm

  1. Smash
    August 14, 2016 at 10:18 am

    I know what Os are because I masturbated on my clit to O for a good 3 years before I ever had sex. The urethral sponge & areas around the cervix aren’t inert. If my orgasms aren’t “real” they’re something that feels better. The build-up & response from stimulating my cervix is the same as w my clit but consistently stronger. I’ve done enough exploring to know that my convulsions, contractions, oxytocin rush, and near black-out bliss is real!

  2. Jane
    August 14, 2016 at 12:04 pm

    Thanks for commenting. All internal organs of the body are without sensation. But enjoy what you can! Orgasm is not just physical stimulation. Orgasm is a response to eroticism in the brain – anything else is just physical or sensual sensations. Orgasm is achieved by a massaging of the sex organ. Banging against even the clitoris is not going to work.

  3. Smash
    August 14, 2016 at 1:52 pm

    I’m well aware what an orgasm is, and I’m saying I have distinct climaxes from cervical stimulation. I can achieve orgasms from pressure against my cervix and/or from my clitoris. People are built differently.
    The response affects my mind & body, but I guess you believe other women are incapable of recognizing their own O’s, huh? I know I have orgasms because I’ve experienced all sorts of different genital stimulation and different responses

  4. Jane
    August 14, 2016 at 2:32 pm

    Research indicates that women have no idea what an orgasm is. They think they have an orgasm just because they have sex. How do you get turned-on? What do you do to get aroused?

  5. Smash
    August 14, 2016 at 4:02 pm

    Then I’m going to keep having “just” physical sensations from my cervix that are far stronger than my clitoral orgasms Yes, there’s stimulation and sensation in my cervix for a period of time, a build-up, plateau, peak, and resolution.
    Slow, gentle sensations touching me, building up & getting more intense, or hearing a sexy voice, or seeing something sexy. And yes, all of that is indeed a response to eroticism.

  6. Jane
    August 14, 2016 at 4:47 pm

    Those stimuli are emotional not erotic. Eroticism involves explicit genital activity or responses. Not the sound of someone’s voice

  7. Smash
    August 14, 2016 at 5:39 pm

    Except I did say that I get turned on in response to genital touch, and a variety of other things. The erotic and the emotional aren’t mutually exclusive. My body can get turned on in response to my mind getting turned on. Intercourse can focus on the orgasm of either or both parties. It can FOCUS on one party and still induce orgasm in the other.

  8. Jane
    August 14, 2016 at 6:13 pm

    Good luck with that. If it works for you then great. It’s just it’s not a logical or reasonable explanation for orgasm. Emotional is emotional. Erotic is erotic. Eroticism involves genitals, responses etc. not the sound of a lover’s voice. Intercourse can be arousing for the receiver but it focuses on the orgasm of the penetrator. Homosexuals can confirm!
    You have no control over the stimulation provided by intercourse. Intercourse begins with male arousal (erection) & ends with male orgasm (ejaculation). A woman cannot orgasm within 2 mins! To orgasm you must have control over the stimulation & once you have an orgasm it’s preferable that stimulation ceases… Have you tried asking him to stop when you’re done or asking him to continue when you’re not there yet? It doesn’t work…

  9. Smash
    August 14, 2016 at 7:54 pm

    I can and I have. People have different experiences than you. I have control over stimulation provided by intercourse when I’m on top or when I tell him how to thrust.
    I have told him to continue when I was close, to stop when I’m done. It works. Didn’t O from intercourse until I slept w a guy w a long enough penis to stimulate my cervix. People are made in different ways. I’m not going to say any more!

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When it comes to their sexual preference, sissy’s specifically, and crossdressers in general, tend to be put into a convenient, one-size-fits-all shape of container.

But as a sissy, you have a deep-seated knowingness—that runs from the bridge of your carefully contoured nose down to the pointed tips of your pumps—that any short-sighted notions of what sissies desire, fall even shorter when trying to explain who you might find attractive.

But in order to intelligently—and compassionately—delve into this theme of the sexual preferences of a sissy, we’re going to have to establish, in a very global sense, some universal characteristics that us sissies do share.

What Makes a Sissy a Sissy?

what makes a sissy a sissy

A simple and succinct answer to that question would be:

“A sissy is a M to F crossdresser that has an unmistakably strong submissive streak.”

For a more in-depth discussion of what it means to be a sissy you might find this article, “What Does it Mean to Be a Sissy”, enlightening.

Of course how you, or someone else, might define ‘sissy’ could vary quite a bit… and that’s okay. For me, the above very broad definition simply and effectively conveys the essence of sissyness.

Common Misperceptions About a Sissy’s Sexual Preference

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If an otherwise uninformed person would stumble upon popular sissy hypno files and video sites that cater to so-called sissies, they would come to the conclusion that sissies, for the most part, are cock craving gay faggots obsessed with swallowing copious amount of cum while dressed in super-slutty feminine attire.

Now while these precepts may accurately characterize some sissies, they’re definitely NOT true for all of us.

The same uninformed person above might be surprised to learn that:

  • The vast majority of sissies are heterosexual
  • For many sissies, it’s really just all about the clothes
  • Embracing femininity is a way for a sissy to become who they admire most

If you were able to peer inside the pretty little brain of a sissy you would find an exceptionally sophisticated—yet complex—creature that may have a multitude of diverse reasons of how and why they choose to express their submissive feminine desires.

Gender Identity vs Sexual Orientation

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It’s oh-so obvious as to what gender a sissy identifies with—sissies love and adore everything feminine. They not only identify with females but crave everything that shrieks ultra-femininity. The fact that sissies feel more comfortable dressing as a woman rather than a man, has absolutely nothing to do with a sissy’s sexual orientation.

It’s vitally important to not fall into the tenuous trap that many wind up doing—assuming that one’s gender identity has anything remotely to do with their sexual preference.

Allow me to use myself as an example. Although I love women’s lingerie, sexy dresses and especially high heels… I’m very attracted to females. If I’m dressed in feminine attire while identifying completely as a woman, and I happen to be kissing another girl, does that make me a lesbian or a straight male?

What if I’m dressed to the ‘nines’ as woman and feel compelled to have sex with a man? Am I now all of a sudden a straight female—because I’m acting, dressing and being a girl with a guy—or gay because I was born a man?

One may wonder that, if I consider myself otherwise straight, why in the world would I want to have sex with a man while dressed as a woman?

I can only speak for myself but having sex with a male—dressed as a sexy sissy—would make me feel even more like a woman, validating my femininity in the most ultimate of ways. Although I haven’t taken this step yet, I know I soon will.

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Conversely, while in male mode, it would be a complete turn-off for me to have sex with a man. Go figure?

It would be easy to cavalierly say that I’m bi-sexual (or bi-curious) but that would incredibly inaccurate. I’m simply not at all attracted to men while I’m in male mode!

Still using myself as an example, what would you say my sexual preference is? Things aren’t so black and white as we would like to make them out to be—but rather several shades of pink.

Here are a few sexual preferences that someone could apply to me:

  • Bi-sexual
  • Bi-curious
  • Gender-blind
  • Gender-fluid
  • Fluctuating/Evolving

Wow… so many possibilities! I’m wondering why, as a society, we feel compelled to categorize and classify—not only people’s sexual preferences—but everything else under the sun and stars?

Wouldn’t the world be a lot more peaceful and less complicated if we all just relaxed, let go and wave the white flag… allowing everyone to be attracted to whoever they fucking find attractive, without placing some sort of subjective stipulation on them?

A Sissy’s Sexual Orientation?

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Unlike having a predominate gender identity, the average sissy doesn’t necessarily have a clear, defined sexual preference—which is another way of saying that there is no such animal as the average sissy. From what I have learned, every sissy is a uniquely feminine creature whose sexual attraction defies analysis.

Where one sissy might crave sucking cock—another enjoys licking pussy—while still another has a penchant for performing both activities during in the same sexual encounter.

Attempting to figure out a sissy’s sexual orientation is like looking for some sort of logic—but the logic has escaped and it’s creating mayhem amongst villagers.

The time has come to allow sissies to like whoever they feel like liking, whatever gender that person might be. That also means that we sissies can arbitrarily change our mind about who were attracted to any goddamn fucking time we want to!