P.F. Dee's Blog, page 10
April 20, 2017
Shower Buddies (Or, "The Only Boy At The All Girls' School")
Again, you guys will have to tell me if this is anything.
(And people reading on Goodreads, for god's sake, click through to my actual blog, the formatting is horrible if you don't.)
Neil Hammond wailed when he entered the showers to see nude, soapy Carmen Garcia waiting for him there.“No!” He pulled his towel even tighter around his waist, his pale face starting to blush already. “Not you! NOT YOU!”“Yep, I'm your shower buddy today!” the naked Latina laughed, sitting on the wooden bench wearing nothing but nail polish. She brushed her long wet hair out of her face and crooked a finger at the trembling, red-faced boy. “Now get in here sexy, before we run out of hot water!”But Neil still hadn't taken a single step towards the naked, smiling girl beckoning him into the showers. “No! I want someone else! Heather! Or maybe Sydney!” “Heather already showered and Syd's out playing field hockey,” the girl giggled, her hand still holding a sponge between her legs, her only nod to modesty. “And besides... you know it's more funwhen I'm your shower buddy, don't you?” “No!” the boy cried, still not moving. Underneath his towel wrap, Neil was fully naked, except for a slow, growing tightness around his cock and balls. “Carmen! Please!” he gasped. “Not today!” The girl smiled at him, totally unconcerned that he could see all of her small, bare breasts, her shaved legs, every bit of her skin except for a few inches. “Are you saying you don't want to follow the house rules Neil? Because I wonder how many days Mrs. Steiner would add if I told her you weren't following the house rules...”That finally made him move. “NO!” he gasped, taking a step forward. “Don't!”She laughed, crooking one finger at him again. “Then get in here.”With slow, dreadful footsteps, the teenaged boy stepped forward to hang his toiletries on the hook by the shower. And step out of his bath slippers. And then, after a long swallow, pull off his towel. To reveal a very small, very shiny, inescapable metal chastity cage. His giggling classmate got to her feet and eagerly welcomed him underneath the hot spray.“I bet when you signed up to be the first boy who ever applied to a historic, all-girls private Catholic school,” she said, pulling him in right next to her, “no one ever told you you'd personally get to shower with the richest and hottest girls in all of New England, did they?” “No,” the boy gulped, his stomach fluttering as Carmen wet the sponge in her hand and applied a huge amount of feminine-smelling body wash to it. “Or that you'd have to wear that cute little thing,” she giggled, looking down at his neutered cock. “24/7... for the entire semester?” “NO!” the boy wailed, his shaking hands making grasping, impotent fists at his hips. She was so close, her nude toes were pressed on top of his! He looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes tight. But even that barely helped reduce the tension in his cage! He gasped as he felt her start running the soft, soapy sponge over his bare chest. “You know, my parents were SO worried,” she giggled, scrubbing his pecs, “about their innocent, virginal, teenage daughter sharing her dorm with a boy.”His chastity belt throbbed and jerked as his totally naked classmate washed his body, standing just inches away. “They were SO sure that sharing a shower at the end of the hall with a real, living boy for the first time would have me so HOT and BOTHERED that I'd just throw off my panties and let you do WHATEVER you wanted to me," she laughed. "That you'd leave me just another sex-starved, pregnant high school dropout.” Every now and then her bare knee would brush his, sending electric shivers up his spine.“Little did they know I'd been fucking all the boys I could find since I first got my tits,” she giggled. “That I was the sex-starved high school slut and that YOU would be the innocent little virgin who'd never even kissed a girl! Or that Mrs. Steiner would slap you in a purity belt before I even got a chance to give you a welcome blowjob!” “Carmen!” His trapped cock was now in a constant state of attempted erection, bent painfully into the curve of the steel tube, the ring behind his balls pulling them forward without mercy. His hands shook and trembled at his sides. Carmen added more body wash to her sponge, then ran it over the boy's flat, trembling abs. “How long has it been?” she giggled, watching his cage throb. “A week? Two?” “THREE!” he wailed, almost in tears. “It's been THREE WEEKS since I've cum!” “Awww, that's right, I remember Mrs. Steiner docked you last week for failing that English test,” Carmen giggled, running the soapy sponge over his hip bones, his thighs, right near his crotch, laughing as his hips would buck when she pulled away and didn't touch his cage at the last second. “You really should study more.”“I can't!” he said, shivering. “I'm too damn... horny all the time!”“Awwwww,” he heard her laugh, from somewhere below him. “Do you want your welcome blowjob now? Would that make things better?” His eyes flew open. “NO! Carmen! No! AHHHH-”But the saucy girl was already on her knees, sucking and licking on his cage with abandon. He grabbed her thin shoulders and pushed her away. “Hands. OFF,” the girl snapped, looking up at him. “Or I'm telling Mrs. Steiner you touched one of us without permission!”He released her shoulders instantly, shaking like a leaf as she laughed and pulled him closer by his hips. “Boys don't turn down blowjobs from extremely fuckable Catholic girls,” she laughed, licking her pink lips just inches from the tip of his caged, dripping cock. “Didn't you learn anything in school?” He was trembling, begging her. “Carmen, please! I can't take this today! I'll do anything you want, just DON'T!”“All I want,” she laughed, tucking her wet hair behind her ears, “Is to hear you scream my name.” And then she took his whole caged length inside her. Her other manicured hand held him by the ass, so he couldn't back away. Her mouth was a hot vacuum, her tongue a wet whip, sliding all over his cock, forcing its way through his widely spaced bars to occasionally touch his skin. And all he could do was stand there and take it. “Carmen...” he panted, starting to squirm. “It hurts!” That only made her suck harder and rub his balls. His cock surged, trying to get harder but already at the full extent of his unyielding metal cage. “Carmen!” The nude Latina girl bobbed her head up and down his whole length. “Come in my mouth baby,” she laughed after licking the tip. “Don't make me beg for it! I'll let you pump your cum down my hot throat every day if you want to baby.” He was crying now, his face red, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook with frustration. “CARMEN!” She gave his shaft and balls a few more loving licks and then finally stood up laughing. “You're the best shower buddy. You're so much more fun to tease than Heather!” He was using the sides of the shower for support, so he wouldn't collapse. Carmen washed out the sponge then shoved it into his trembling hand. “My turn. Start with my back?”Shaking, half bent over in pain, Neil shook his head. “Give me a second-” “Come on!” she laughed, looking over her shoulder at him and stamping her slim foot on the tile. “I don't want to be late for English!” Neil gulped, and with his cock still painfully hard, started washing his classmate's smooth, sleek, back. “The other girls are thinking of getting some, you know.” He was washing her very slowly, very carefully. He forced himself not to look down at her tight, tanned, teenage ass just inches from his crotch or to accidentally brush the sides of her breasts while washing her ribs. “Getting what?” he demanded, trying to think of anything else besides what he was doing. “Chastity belts. For their boyfriends,” Carmen giggled. The sponge was at her lower back now, grazing that sexy little dimple right above her perfect butt. “Since it's worked out so well with you. You couldn't get that thing off if you pulled on it with all your strength could you?” He blushed harder, starting to scrub a little lower. “Ohhh! That tickles!” she laughed, as Neil washed her ass, his belt a vice. She took a deep breath, let it out, and pushed her shining butt harder out against his sponge. Neil's hand was rubbing up and down her firm muscles, in between her cheeks a little, in between her legs... “This is so relaxing,” she giggled, leaning a little forward against the wall, spreading her legs a little more. “Whenever I shower with my boyfriend, he's always trying to get me to give him a hand job or a blow job right away, or trying to get his fingers up my pussy or ass.” Neil gulped but didn't stop washing her legs. She looked over her shoulder, down at the boy on his knees washing the backs of her legs while studiously trying to avoid looking at the glutes right in his face. “But with your little dick locked away, I don't have to worry about anyof that,” she giggled as he blushed even more. “But I can tell you still want me, it's ALL over your face, but I don't have to worry about pleasing you at all. I can't! And you're STILL a lot of fun to tease!” His face was beet red and his cock cage stretched to its limit as he stood up. “Turn?” he asked. “For the front?”“Sure,” she giggled. And as she turned, she snatched the sponge out his hand and threw it, practically out into the hallway. “Hey! What did you do that for!” She draped herself dramatically against the tile wall. “Wash my front, Neil,” she giggled. “Without the sponge.” His small teenage cock was as hard as it could get in his tight curved cage, almost pulling his balls off his body.He pulled on it with both hands, trying to get even a millimeter more space to relieve the pain. “Carmen, please! I can't!”“Wash. My. Front,” she said, still looking him right in the eyes. “Or I'm telling Mrs. Steiner you're a bad shower buddy who didn't complete his job. And then, she might dock you two or three weeks of orgasms...” The girl chewed on her lower lip. “Oh god, can you imagine?! Not being able to even touch your little dick again until... Christmas Break?” “NO! Carmen! PLEASE!” Carmen giggled and wiped her wet hair from her face, arching her back out at him more obviously even as she stood, shoulders pressed against the tile. “Start with my chest.”“Oh god...” Neil was nearly hyperventilating as he applied a huge dollop of sticky shower gel to his bare hands, his cage almost vibrating with need. He staggered forward, his hands held out at chest level and paused, just before contact. Then, closing his eyes he cupped both of her small, perky tits at once. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” she purred, closing her eyes as well, moving her breasts up and down against him more than he was against her. “Heather barely washes my tits when we're in here. She still thinks she's straight.” Neil swallowed, trying to think of math. “But Sydney...” the girl panted. “God, I've been late for English so many times when Sydney's my shower buddy!” she giggled, her eyes closed. “She'll wash my tits long and hard, just like I need. And get a soapy finger up my butt, her hot tongue between my legs-”His entire crotch was a tight knot of pain!“Carmen!” “Do you want to watch sometime?” she giggled, sliding his hands around her small but pert breasts. Her eyes were open. “Maybe this Saturday morning?”He swallowed hard. “No!” “You sure? You don't want a little three-way in the showers? You, me and Sydney?” He could barely breathe. Her nipples were so hard! He didn't want to, but his thumbs kept finding the hard bumps on her chest and rubbing over them, gently at first, then harder, harder... “I can't!” he begged, his cage sticking straight out from his crotch, as hard at it had been during his 'blowjob'. “The cage!” “I know,” the nude girl giggled, making him rub her slick soapy tits harder. “That's the only way you get to see Sydney and I together, if the cage stays on. That's the only reason you get ANY of this, because your male parts are trapped and locked away." She panted. "Oh fuck it would be so much fun, Neil! I'll let you watch Sydney suck my tits, suck hers, put your fingers where ever you want...” Picturing his tanned Latina roommate and the blond, athletic, Sydney together, their wet, naked bodies twisting around each other, their mouths mashed together, their fingers going in every slippery hole with him there to help- He burst into tears again. “CARMEN!” he wailed, pulling at his cage. His balls were blue, the ring of his steel chastity belt strangling them. “I can't take THIS!” “Oh fuck, you're so much fun when you're like this.” She pushed his soapy hands towards her ass, towards her crotch. “Touch me Neil, just like last time!” Neil doubled over in pain even as Carmen forced his fingers inside her pussy, inside her ass. She was slippery, warm and welcoming from both sides. “OH GOD!” she gasped, panting in his ear, grabbing at his back with one hand. With her other, she forced his hands to fuck her with one finger, then two. “Faster,” she begged. “Faster.” Crying, biting her shoulder, Neil complied. “Faster in the ass,” she said. “Do it the same speed from both sides- like you had two huge cocks going in me-” Her nude, young body slippery with soap, Carmen pressed against him, raising up on her toes as he thrust in and out of both her holes, her voice getting higher and higher. “Yes yes YES YES- OH FUCK NEIL FUUUUCK!”She came, shivering and yelling, one hand scratching and clawing at his back, one hand gripping his cock, balls and chastity cage all at once. She squeezed his balls as she climaxed, cumming long and hard and thoroughly, making the crying boy yell out as well. Shaking and shivering, her body sliding everywhere against his, Carmen slowly came down, her breathing slowing, then looked down at her right hand and laughed. “You came,” she giggled, playing with the few sticky white drops splashed across her fingers.
“I didn't think you could.”He could barely talk. The feeling of his fingers, still deep in her two hot holes, holes he would never, ever get to explore with his dick while he was at school, was maddening! “No! It was... it didn't feel like... cumming... at all!”She held the evidence in front of his face. “Then what's this then?” “That's barely... half of what normally comes out!” he said, blushing. “And it didn't feel... if anything, I'm hornier than before!” he moaned, rubbing all over her ass, her legs, her tits, as if trying to devour her with his hands.Carmen was playing with the string of cum between her fingers, not letting the shower wash it off. Her grin was a mile wide. “If I tell Mrs. Steiner... that you spurted all over me in her showers... without permission from anyone...” He gripped her in a panic. “NO!” “Saturday,” she giggled, guiding his hands back to her soapy breasts. “Three-way. You. Me. Sydney.”“Oh god!”She pushed away, gathering her shower things. “And you have to let her finger your ass.” “Oh fuck! CARMEN! No! NO!” But the girl just laughed, grabbing his throbbing caged cock while giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Best shower buddy ever! See you in class!” And she skipped off, not even covering herself with a towel as she walked past the shaking boy. Because, why bother?
***
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Neil Hammond wailed when he entered the showers to see nude, soapy Carmen Garcia waiting for him there.“No!” He pulled his towel even tighter around his waist, his pale face starting to blush already. “Not you! NOT YOU!”“Yep, I'm your shower buddy today!” the naked Latina laughed, sitting on the wooden bench wearing nothing but nail polish. She brushed her long wet hair out of her face and crooked a finger at the trembling, red-faced boy. “Now get in here sexy, before we run out of hot water!”But Neil still hadn't taken a single step towards the naked, smiling girl beckoning him into the showers. “No! I want someone else! Heather! Or maybe Sydney!” “Heather already showered and Syd's out playing field hockey,” the girl giggled, her hand still holding a sponge between her legs, her only nod to modesty. “And besides... you know it's more funwhen I'm your shower buddy, don't you?” “No!” the boy cried, still not moving. Underneath his towel wrap, Neil was fully naked, except for a slow, growing tightness around his cock and balls. “Carmen! Please!” he gasped. “Not today!” The girl smiled at him, totally unconcerned that he could see all of her small, bare breasts, her shaved legs, every bit of her skin except for a few inches. “Are you saying you don't want to follow the house rules Neil? Because I wonder how many days Mrs. Steiner would add if I told her you weren't following the house rules...”That finally made him move. “NO!” he gasped, taking a step forward. “Don't!”She laughed, crooking one finger at him again. “Then get in here.”With slow, dreadful footsteps, the teenaged boy stepped forward to hang his toiletries on the hook by the shower. And step out of his bath slippers. And then, after a long swallow, pull off his towel. To reveal a very small, very shiny, inescapable metal chastity cage. His giggling classmate got to her feet and eagerly welcomed him underneath the hot spray.“I bet when you signed up to be the first boy who ever applied to a historic, all-girls private Catholic school,” she said, pulling him in right next to her, “no one ever told you you'd personally get to shower with the richest and hottest girls in all of New England, did they?” “No,” the boy gulped, his stomach fluttering as Carmen wet the sponge in her hand and applied a huge amount of feminine-smelling body wash to it. “Or that you'd have to wear that cute little thing,” she giggled, looking down at his neutered cock. “24/7... for the entire semester?” “NO!” the boy wailed, his shaking hands making grasping, impotent fists at his hips. She was so close, her nude toes were pressed on top of his! He looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes tight. But even that barely helped reduce the tension in his cage! He gasped as he felt her start running the soft, soapy sponge over his bare chest. “You know, my parents were SO worried,” she giggled, scrubbing his pecs, “about their innocent, virginal, teenage daughter sharing her dorm with a boy.”His chastity belt throbbed and jerked as his totally naked classmate washed his body, standing just inches away. “They were SO sure that sharing a shower at the end of the hall with a real, living boy for the first time would have me so HOT and BOTHERED that I'd just throw off my panties and let you do WHATEVER you wanted to me," she laughed. "That you'd leave me just another sex-starved, pregnant high school dropout.” Every now and then her bare knee would brush his, sending electric shivers up his spine.“Little did they know I'd been fucking all the boys I could find since I first got my tits,” she giggled. “That I was the sex-starved high school slut and that YOU would be the innocent little virgin who'd never even kissed a girl! Or that Mrs. Steiner would slap you in a purity belt before I even got a chance to give you a welcome blowjob!” “Carmen!” His trapped cock was now in a constant state of attempted erection, bent painfully into the curve of the steel tube, the ring behind his balls pulling them forward without mercy. His hands shook and trembled at his sides. Carmen added more body wash to her sponge, then ran it over the boy's flat, trembling abs. “How long has it been?” she giggled, watching his cage throb. “A week? Two?” “THREE!” he wailed, almost in tears. “It's been THREE WEEKS since I've cum!” “Awww, that's right, I remember Mrs. Steiner docked you last week for failing that English test,” Carmen giggled, running the soapy sponge over his hip bones, his thighs, right near his crotch, laughing as his hips would buck when she pulled away and didn't touch his cage at the last second. “You really should study more.”“I can't!” he said, shivering. “I'm too damn... horny all the time!”“Awwwww,” he heard her laugh, from somewhere below him. “Do you want your welcome blowjob now? Would that make things better?” His eyes flew open. “NO! Carmen! No! AHHHH-”But the saucy girl was already on her knees, sucking and licking on his cage with abandon. He grabbed her thin shoulders and pushed her away. “Hands. OFF,” the girl snapped, looking up at him. “Or I'm telling Mrs. Steiner you touched one of us without permission!”He released her shoulders instantly, shaking like a leaf as she laughed and pulled him closer by his hips. “Boys don't turn down blowjobs from extremely fuckable Catholic girls,” she laughed, licking her pink lips just inches from the tip of his caged, dripping cock. “Didn't you learn anything in school?” He was trembling, begging her. “Carmen, please! I can't take this today! I'll do anything you want, just DON'T!”“All I want,” she laughed, tucking her wet hair behind her ears, “Is to hear you scream my name.” And then she took his whole caged length inside her. Her other manicured hand held him by the ass, so he couldn't back away. Her mouth was a hot vacuum, her tongue a wet whip, sliding all over his cock, forcing its way through his widely spaced bars to occasionally touch his skin. And all he could do was stand there and take it. “Carmen...” he panted, starting to squirm. “It hurts!” That only made her suck harder and rub his balls. His cock surged, trying to get harder but already at the full extent of his unyielding metal cage. “Carmen!” The nude Latina girl bobbed her head up and down his whole length. “Come in my mouth baby,” she laughed after licking the tip. “Don't make me beg for it! I'll let you pump your cum down my hot throat every day if you want to baby.” He was crying now, his face red, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook with frustration. “CARMEN!” She gave his shaft and balls a few more loving licks and then finally stood up laughing. “You're the best shower buddy. You're so much more fun to tease than Heather!” He was using the sides of the shower for support, so he wouldn't collapse. Carmen washed out the sponge then shoved it into his trembling hand. “My turn. Start with my back?”Shaking, half bent over in pain, Neil shook his head. “Give me a second-” “Come on!” she laughed, looking over her shoulder at him and stamping her slim foot on the tile. “I don't want to be late for English!” Neil gulped, and with his cock still painfully hard, started washing his classmate's smooth, sleek, back. “The other girls are thinking of getting some, you know.” He was washing her very slowly, very carefully. He forced himself not to look down at her tight, tanned, teenage ass just inches from his crotch or to accidentally brush the sides of her breasts while washing her ribs. “Getting what?” he demanded, trying to think of anything else besides what he was doing. “Chastity belts. For their boyfriends,” Carmen giggled. The sponge was at her lower back now, grazing that sexy little dimple right above her perfect butt. “Since it's worked out so well with you. You couldn't get that thing off if you pulled on it with all your strength could you?” He blushed harder, starting to scrub a little lower. “Ohhh! That tickles!” she laughed, as Neil washed her ass, his belt a vice. She took a deep breath, let it out, and pushed her shining butt harder out against his sponge. Neil's hand was rubbing up and down her firm muscles, in between her cheeks a little, in between her legs... “This is so relaxing,” she giggled, leaning a little forward against the wall, spreading her legs a little more. “Whenever I shower with my boyfriend, he's always trying to get me to give him a hand job or a blow job right away, or trying to get his fingers up my pussy or ass.” Neil gulped but didn't stop washing her legs. She looked over her shoulder, down at the boy on his knees washing the backs of her legs while studiously trying to avoid looking at the glutes right in his face. “But with your little dick locked away, I don't have to worry about anyof that,” she giggled as he blushed even more. “But I can tell you still want me, it's ALL over your face, but I don't have to worry about pleasing you at all. I can't! And you're STILL a lot of fun to tease!” His face was beet red and his cock cage stretched to its limit as he stood up. “Turn?” he asked. “For the front?”“Sure,” she giggled. And as she turned, she snatched the sponge out his hand and threw it, practically out into the hallway. “Hey! What did you do that for!” She draped herself dramatically against the tile wall. “Wash my front, Neil,” she giggled. “Without the sponge.” His small teenage cock was as hard as it could get in his tight curved cage, almost pulling his balls off his body.He pulled on it with both hands, trying to get even a millimeter more space to relieve the pain. “Carmen, please! I can't!”“Wash. My. Front,” she said, still looking him right in the eyes. “Or I'm telling Mrs. Steiner you're a bad shower buddy who didn't complete his job. And then, she might dock you two or three weeks of orgasms...” The girl chewed on her lower lip. “Oh god, can you imagine?! Not being able to even touch your little dick again until... Christmas Break?” “NO! Carmen! PLEASE!” Carmen giggled and wiped her wet hair from her face, arching her back out at him more obviously even as she stood, shoulders pressed against the tile. “Start with my chest.”“Oh god...” Neil was nearly hyperventilating as he applied a huge dollop of sticky shower gel to his bare hands, his cage almost vibrating with need. He staggered forward, his hands held out at chest level and paused, just before contact. Then, closing his eyes he cupped both of her small, perky tits at once. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” she purred, closing her eyes as well, moving her breasts up and down against him more than he was against her. “Heather barely washes my tits when we're in here. She still thinks she's straight.” Neil swallowed, trying to think of math. “But Sydney...” the girl panted. “God, I've been late for English so many times when Sydney's my shower buddy!” she giggled, her eyes closed. “She'll wash my tits long and hard, just like I need. And get a soapy finger up my butt, her hot tongue between my legs-”His entire crotch was a tight knot of pain!“Carmen!” “Do you want to watch sometime?” she giggled, sliding his hands around her small but pert breasts. Her eyes were open. “Maybe this Saturday morning?”He swallowed hard. “No!” “You sure? You don't want a little three-way in the showers? You, me and Sydney?” He could barely breathe. Her nipples were so hard! He didn't want to, but his thumbs kept finding the hard bumps on her chest and rubbing over them, gently at first, then harder, harder... “I can't!” he begged, his cage sticking straight out from his crotch, as hard at it had been during his 'blowjob'. “The cage!” “I know,” the nude girl giggled, making him rub her slick soapy tits harder. “That's the only way you get to see Sydney and I together, if the cage stays on. That's the only reason you get ANY of this, because your male parts are trapped and locked away." She panted. "Oh fuck it would be so much fun, Neil! I'll let you watch Sydney suck my tits, suck hers, put your fingers where ever you want...” Picturing his tanned Latina roommate and the blond, athletic, Sydney together, their wet, naked bodies twisting around each other, their mouths mashed together, their fingers going in every slippery hole with him there to help- He burst into tears again. “CARMEN!” he wailed, pulling at his cage. His balls were blue, the ring of his steel chastity belt strangling them. “I can't take THIS!” “Oh fuck, you're so much fun when you're like this.” She pushed his soapy hands towards her ass, towards her crotch. “Touch me Neil, just like last time!” Neil doubled over in pain even as Carmen forced his fingers inside her pussy, inside her ass. She was slippery, warm and welcoming from both sides. “OH GOD!” she gasped, panting in his ear, grabbing at his back with one hand. With her other, she forced his hands to fuck her with one finger, then two. “Faster,” she begged. “Faster.” Crying, biting her shoulder, Neil complied. “Faster in the ass,” she said. “Do it the same speed from both sides- like you had two huge cocks going in me-” Her nude, young body slippery with soap, Carmen pressed against him, raising up on her toes as he thrust in and out of both her holes, her voice getting higher and higher. “Yes yes YES YES- OH FUCK NEIL FUUUUCK!”She came, shivering and yelling, one hand scratching and clawing at his back, one hand gripping his cock, balls and chastity cage all at once. She squeezed his balls as she climaxed, cumming long and hard and thoroughly, making the crying boy yell out as well. Shaking and shivering, her body sliding everywhere against his, Carmen slowly came down, her breathing slowing, then looked down at her right hand and laughed. “You came,” she giggled, playing with the few sticky white drops splashed across her fingers.
“I didn't think you could.”He could barely talk. The feeling of his fingers, still deep in her two hot holes, holes he would never, ever get to explore with his dick while he was at school, was maddening! “No! It was... it didn't feel like... cumming... at all!”She held the evidence in front of his face. “Then what's this then?” “That's barely... half of what normally comes out!” he said, blushing. “And it didn't feel... if anything, I'm hornier than before!” he moaned, rubbing all over her ass, her legs, her tits, as if trying to devour her with his hands.Carmen was playing with the string of cum between her fingers, not letting the shower wash it off. Her grin was a mile wide. “If I tell Mrs. Steiner... that you spurted all over me in her showers... without permission from anyone...” He gripped her in a panic. “NO!” “Saturday,” she giggled, guiding his hands back to her soapy breasts. “Three-way. You. Me. Sydney.”“Oh god!”She pushed away, gathering her shower things. “And you have to let her finger your ass.” “Oh fuck! CARMEN! No! NO!” But the girl just laughed, grabbing his throbbing caged cock while giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Best shower buddy ever! See you in class!” And she skipped off, not even covering herself with a towel as she walked past the shaking boy. Because, why bother?
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March 25, 2017
Is this anything? You guys will have to tell me if this is anything.
So I've been busy with a lot of things, picking up and putting down half a dozen stories when I came up with the stuff below. You guys will have to tell me if it's anything worth continuing...
“So did you ever seen him naked?” my wife giggled, as she continued to expertly stroke my hard, dripping dick. “From the front?”“My college roommate?” I panted, squirming on the bed. She was so good at this! “Yeah, a few times. In the shower I guess!”“And...” she laughed, stroking me a little faster. “Did he have a big cock?”“Sydney!”“I'm just curious! He's going to be staying here a whole week, Bobby. Can't a girl be curious?” I gasped, grasping the sheets to try and hold off. “Not if she's married!” “Married women still get curious,” she laughed, enjoying my futile efforts to resist her hand. “Especially if they married a cute inexperienced virgin who always cums too soon.” “Sydney!” Sydney laughed as my face turned dark, dark red in shame. But my premature ejaculation problems weren't my fault! Sydney had been a college cheerleader, one of those tiny girls with the perfect tan and perfect makeup and perfect hair who got thrown high up into the air so the crowd could cheer when she flashed her panties at them. I had been a computer engineer, a great student but never a ladies man. And yes, I had still been a virgin when we had started dating, two years after leaving college. Sydney hadn't. Not by a long shot. And when she climbed on top of me with her tight little pussy and started rocking back and forth, throwing her head back and grabbing her firm tits and making these wild, throaty moans, I came too fast. Every time. “So tell me about Emmett's dick,” she giggled, watching my breaths get shorter. “Unless you want me to find out on my own...” “No!” I gasped, which only made my wife laugh harder. “So tell me then.” She took a break from stroking me to lick the palm of her hand before starting in again. God, it was so dirty and hot when she did that... She grabbed my cock again, starting slow but speeding up her strokes steadily. “How big was it? Big enough to please me?”I blushed even harder. This was my wife! “Well, it...um...” Her tight little naked body against mine, her hand gliding expertly up and down my cock- it made it so hard to think! “...it was okay, I guess!” She started rolling her wrist at the top of every stroke, sliding her wet palm over my slippery cockhead with a practiced motion that made my bones throb. “Bigger than yours?”I swallowed. “Yeah.” “Like, a lotbigger?” She stroked a little faster. “Tell the truth!” I blushed, closing my eyes. “Yes! It was a lot bigger!” “Well that shouldn't be hard. Every real man has something bigger than your cute little baby dick.”“Syd!” I couldn't even look at her. But the little giggle I heard as she kept stroking confirmed she had felt it. My rock-hard four inch dick was throbbing as she made fun of it.Like it always did. “Mmmmm, it will be nice to have a real man around the house for once,” she laughed, watching my face go red. “So does Emmett go for tits? Or is he more of an ass man?”“What does that matter?!” Sydney laughed, sliding her short but perfectly shaped leg against me. “I don't want him to get bored, honey! I might make a little more effort to dress up around him, just to keep things interesting...”I groaned, licking my lips. “Please don't...” “But honey, it's just going to be him and me, alone all day...” she giggled. “With nothing to do while you're at work... maybe I'll just give him a few little flashes here and there...” She licked my ear. “A little panties... a little cleavage...” The thought of my wife teasing my college roommate with her body, while I was off at work, unable to stop her, had my balls pulling tight. She licked my ear again. “Maybe I'll let him 'accidentally' catch me in the shower, all naked and soapy.... just to see if one thing leads to another?” My eyes flew open. “Don't fuck him!” “You wouldn't even know if I had fucked Emmett or not,” she laughed, stroking my dick even faster. “He could could be bending me over the couch four times a day, giving me that good, solid cock hard enough to make the neighbors hear and this cute little dick wouldn't have any idea I was cheating on it!” I tried to stop her hand as I got closer but my right arm was trapped under her perfect ass and my left was no match for the grip she had on my cock. “No!” I begged. “Don't fuck him!” But she doubled down. Sydney always doubled down. “Mmmmm, I can already feel his hard, thick cock splitting me open!” she giggled, grinding her body against mine. “Stretching me out, getting deep into spots you've never even touched...” Oh god-Her breath was hot and teasing in my ear. “A good girl can only go so long before she gives in to a big hard cock baby...” “NO! Don't fuck Emmett!” “And he's staying here all week?” she laughed. “Oh, honey, I'm going to get SO much good dick while you're at work!” I was squirming, trying to pull away. “No! Don't fuck him Sydney!” “Give me permission and I'll let you watch,” she giggled. “Say yes and I'll let you hide in the closet as I spread my legs for him and moanas he slides inside my wet pussy. I'll let you watch him pound me like a dirty slut right in front of you, while I cry and beg him 'Harder Emmett! Fuck me HARDER-'” I came like a firehose. Sydney laughed as I spurted all over my chest, shoulders and neck. She pumped her hand faster, making me yell in pleasure and kept stroking much longer than I would have, getting every drop out of me and making me a gasping squirming mess on the bed as my penis got too sensitive. “Syndey! Stop!” She giggled and gave me a few more strokes anyway. When she was done, I was a dripping, spent, red-faced mess.“Holy shit Bobby!” she giggled, wiping her hand off on my leg. “I guess we both know what I have to do this week!” I was blushing, humiliated, and covered in my own cum from an orgasm I had been desperately trying to avoid. “Please.... Sydney,” I panted, reaching for the tissues in my bedside drawer. “Tell me you were joking!” She giggled, sliding open her own bedside drawer and pulling out a large, cordless purple vibrator. “We'll see.” “Sydney! I know we joke about it a lot- but we're married now! Don't fuck my college roommate!” She gasped as the vibrating head hit her perfectly shaved pussy. She was already starting to tremble- she had been turned on by the idea too! To see her tight, tanned little body shivering as she ground that thick, vibrating cylinder hard between her legs- it was giving me another erection! She used the fingers of her free hand to pulled at her hard nipples, pinching and rolling them much harder than I usually did. “I said we'll see!”“Sydney! Please don't fuck him!” My wife laughed and then came, just as long and powerfully as I had.
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On the afternoon of the next day, I picked Emmett up at the local airport. He looked pretty much just like he had three years ago: a tall jock with dirty blond hair, t-shirt over a huge barrel chest and ripped arms, perfectly fitting jeans and work boots over long, powerful legs. A thousand years ago he would have been a Viking, raiding villages, carrying off loot and women at his whim. Now he was just a good-old southern boy who had been my roommate at Georgia Tech three years ago. And had a huge, swinging cock my wife was very eager to see. He laughed and stuck out a powerful hand when he spotted me approaching. “Hey Bobby. How's it hanging?” I blushed as we shook. “Hey Emmett. Good to see you.” “Yeah, thanks for putting me up,” he drawled, picking up his huge suitcase with one ripped arm like it weighed nothing. “Jobs out west ain't what they used to be. I figured maybe, if I could get lucky with something quick out here...” I blushed again. “Um, no problem! Sydney and I are happy to have you.” Shit! Why did I have to say it that way?“Sydney, huh?” he said as we walked out to the parking lot. “Hey, sorry I missed your wedding, man. You know my mom had a whole thing going on that month-”“No worries, you'll meet her soon enough,” I said, unlocking my car. I saw him place his suitcase into my truck, the weight making my shocks compress. And he had lifted it with one arm!I swallowed, opening my door. “She's cooking dinner for us right now.”“Well that sounds great,” Emmett laughed, getting in the other side. “Looks like she's already making up for lost time.” I swallowed again, getting in. “Yeah. Sure.”
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She definitely was. I opened the door to our little beach house to find Sydney hard at work in the kitchen. But unlike normal nights, she had her hair perfectly done, fresh makeup and lipstick on her face, even her toenails freshly painted to highlight her small, perfect feet. And she was wearing nothing but a pair of boy-short panties and t-shirt tied off right under her firm tits. I almost dropped my briefcase.“Sydney!” “Oh hell!” she squealed, turning around at the stove while Emmett came in right behind me, his jaw dropping as well. “You guys are early! And I had already started the chicken and I didn't want it to burn-” She was laughing, using one forearm to sort of cover her braless tits under the thin tied off shirt and her other to sort of hide the crotch of her panties, even though her little fingers and a spatula didn't provide much protection. If anything, it made her look even more cute and sexy and helpless. “Sydney!” I cried. “Go get dressed! You're practically naked!” She didn't. Instead, she stamped one of her perfect feet on our kitchen floor. “Hell Bobby, why didn't you text me you were getting close?! So our guest doesn't walk in at the start of his visit and see me barely in my undies?!” “I'm sorry Syd!” I stammered, looking at her, even though I didn't know what I could have done to prevent this. “Really, I am!” “Hell, I don't mind, ma'am,” Emmett laughed, drinking her nearly naked body in as well. Boyshorts and a t-shirt might have been halfway decent for some girls, but like I said, Sydney had an ass and tits that wouldn't quit. “I'm never one to stand on formality,” he said. “Well that's good,” she laughed. “At least there's one gentleman in the house. Now come here and give me a hug- any friend of Bobby's is a friend of mine!”I gasped as she padded over to Emmett, still dressed exactly as she was. Sydney stood at a petite five foot nothing. Emmett was six foot two and easily over two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. To see a man like him reach down and hug my barely-dressed wife made my heart flutter. She was like a child to him! His strong, thick fingers were resting right on the waistband of her shorts, grasping her bare, tanned ribcage. She was up on her tiptoes, holding her smooth cheek against his short, manly scruff, pressing her tits into his chest as she made small, content purring noises. “It's so goodto have you here, Emmett,” she sighed, hugging him like a long lost lover! “Make yourself completely at home.”“Sydney!” I cried, watching their hug go on and on. “Don't you think you should... get dressed now!” She laughed and finally released him. “Well there's no point now, Bobby. Emmett's seen everything I've got!” I gulped, my little dick starting to harden in my jeans. Not everything!And one of Emmett's hands was still resting on her waist. Just a little movement upwards and he'd be cupping one of her firm, perfect tits. Just a little tug downward and her thin panties would give way, tearing off her body like tissue paper, leaving her tiny pussy and heart-shaped ass open and defenseless to whatever he wanted he wanted to do to her-“Sydney- you really should get dressed!”“Oh hell, you don't mind if just finish cooking like this, right Emmett?”He grinned, one hand still holding her bare waist. “No ma'am. Not at all!” She laughed, giving me a little wink. “Then grab a beer from the fridge and take a seat at the dinner table, Em. Things are just coming to a boil.” As she walked past me, a big grin on her face, Sydney leaned over to me as soon as Emmett was out of earshot. “Oh yeah, he's definitely an ass man,” she whispered into my ear. “Did you see how close his hands got to grabbing my butt?” I had! That's why my dick was getting hard!She got even closer, giggling as her hand found the growing tent in my khakis. “I'm going to suck his cock while he's staying with us,” she giggled into my ear, her breath hot and teasing. “Somehow, while he's here, I'm going to get his big rod in my mouth and suck it like a porn star, Bobby. And if you're a good boy, I'll let you watch.”“Sydney!”She kissed my cheek. “Just you wait and see.”
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I was a mess as I set the table while Sydney brought out our food, a glorious stuffed chicken. She couldn't be serious! Could she?Her friends had tried to warn me when we had started dating; Sydney had been the 'blowjob queen' of her entire cheerleading squad. She had barely gotten through one season without going down on half the football team, or basketball team, or even some of the more well endowed baseball players! I had thought her friends had just been joking with me, but Sydney had never told me exactly how many men she had sucked off in college, only that they had all been very well hung like Emmett- “Hey buddy, watch it!” Emmett laughed, bringing me out of of my daydream. “I think I've got enough beer!” “Oh shit, sorry!” I said, mopping up the overflow I had poured from his glass onto our table. “That's Bobby, always spilling a bit too soon,” Sydney giggled, walking by in her boyshort panties. They weren't as scandalous as her normal thongs would have been, these covered her cheeks pretty well. But Sydney's cheeks in any sort of thin, tight, underwear were a sight to behold. Normally that kind of show would have gotten me totally hard. But I was so nervous, watching Emmett sneak a glance behind me as she bent over to put the chicken on the table, knowing what kind of view he was getting! Emmett laughed and looked back to his beer. “So, uh how'd you two crazy kids meet?” I forced down a gulp of my own drink. “Um, I'd been out of school about six months, at my first accounting job, and Sydney's squad came to an event our firm sponsored.”He cocked his head as I sat down. “Squad?” I swallowed. “Yeah um, Sydney was a college cheerleader.”“Gooooooo Wildcats!” she laughed, doing a little jump at the side of the table, using oven mitts for pom-poms. I blushed even harder as she sat down between Emmett and I, at the head of the table. Her tits had almost popped free of her shirt during her jump! Emmett chuckled, spooning mashed potatoes. “And you met Bobby and just had to have him, huh?” “It was the opening of a car dealership, I was the youngest guy from our firm so they gave me the job of handling receipts,” I said, talking fast. “I got to talking to her squad as I was signing their invoice, and Sydney was the only girl who would give me the time of day...” “Yeah, I can see that,” Emmett laughed. I blushed a little. “So I convinced the firm to keep hiring them for a few more customer events and Sydney and I kept running into each other, and we got to know each other better and...” I swallowed. Two years into our marriage and I barely believed I had landed someone like her myself! Emmett chuckled again. “Who knew the life of an accountant was so interesting.” “Trust me, it's not,” Sydney giggled, getting something out of the fridge. She was bending over again, her ass pointed right at us! “Bobby was SO different from the type of guy I normally dated.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What type is that?”She giggled as she sat down again. “Oh, usually tall muscular jocks with like, really big dicks. The total opposite to Bobby.” “Sydney!” I looked over, saw Emmett trying not to laugh. “She didn't mean... Sydney!”Emmett was full on laughing now, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, damn!” My face was burning. Sydney had just basically admitted that my dick was too small for her! “Sydney!” Emmett was laughing, slapping his knee. “Don't worry... Bobby! I've uh, seen you in the showers...” He shook his head, his face red too, but with laughter. “Shoot Bobby- she's a real handful isn't she?!”Sydney took a bite of broccoli with an exaggerated sigh. “Too bad Bobby's dick isn't.” “Oh DAMN!” I was blushing so hard as Emmett fell into laughter again. Now they were BOTH laughing at my small dick!“SYDNEY!” “Hey, I ended up with you didn't I?” she said, leaning over the corner of the table to kiss my burning cheek. “I love my hubby and will stay with him forever, no matter what he does or doesn't have in his pants. Is that what you wanted to hear?”It was, but I was still blushing, humiliated, and that was before I noticed that her bending over was giving Emmett another look at her tight, almost bared ass! We talked a bit then about Emmett's fruitless job hunting the last year, where his family hailed from, some politics. It was almost a normal dinner conversation that could have happened anywhere, except that we two men were still fully clothed and Sydney was practically naked! Every time she would lean over to get some salad dressing or cross her bare legs, dangling a little foot in the air I was reminded how little she was wearing. And she was really flirting with him, touching his arm when he made a joke, leaning in when he told a story, giving off all the non-verbal signals girls did.I watched Emmett's biceps flex as he got more potatoes and shivered again. I was bigger than Sydney, but still barely half of Emmett's size. If I came home to find her impaled on his huge dick, moaning her head off, and tried to make a scene about it, getting angry and calling him some name I shouldn't, Emmett could kick my ass without breaking a sweat and finish fucking my wife without me able to do a thing about it. I just had to pray he was able to resist temptation this week!And Sydney too-She wouldn't actually do anything... would she? Around dessert she giggled and winked at me again. “So Emmett, Bobby told me you were quite the ladies man back in college.” He grinned, shrugging his wide shoulders. “I did okay.” She slapped his arm. “Bobby said you did more than okay. What did you say, honey? That Emmett collected more panties in a semester than you had in your whole life?” I blushed, hating myself for telling her that! But she had her hand around my cock at the time, edging me and forcing me to tell her everything I had known about Emmett... Even Emmett was blushing a little, and gave her an aww-shucks smile. “Well, a man doesn't kiss and tell...”“Aw come on! Did you ever sleep with any girls on the first date?”He grinned his viking smile. “A few.” “How about...” Sydney winked at me. “...any cheerleaders?” I blushed, already knowing the answer. “A few of those too,” he admitted, grinning. Sydney giggled. “Did you ever sleep with anyone Bobby had dated?”I coughed out a bite of key lime pie. “Sydney!” “It's just an innocent question,” she laughed, smiling at me. “It must have happened, in a little private college like that, after four years of rooming together...” Emmett pushed away his empty plate of pie. “Well, that's all in the past, I don't want to bring up bad memories...” But Sydney doubled down. “Bobby always talked about this girl he had this major crush on in his class, some tall blond who just kept leading him on.... Joan? Josie?”“Jessie,” Emmett and I said at the same time. Him fondly, me with regret. “Oh hell, I haven't thought about Jessie Nolen in years!” Emmett laughed, shaking his head. “She used to hang out in our room all the time, doing homework with Bobby until all hours of the night.” It had actually been me doing most of the work, Jessie copying my answers, rubbing my back, telling me how good a 'friend' I was. She had these incredibly long legs and would always wear the shortest shorts when she came over to study with me...Emmett nodded at me, with a wink. “God, those legs, huh?” Sydney grinned. She knew I was a leg man too, even made me kiss and lick her feet and calves sometimes when I was really horny and she was feeling really cruel... “So?” she asked Emmett, grinning. “Did anything happen with you and Jessie?” My roommate coughed, looking at me. “Well, there was this one weekend when Bobby was out of town...”My fork clattered on my plate. “What?”“You had gone back home for something,” he laughed. “And she came over, looking for help with that Accounting homework again. I couldn't do a lick of it, but we got to talking, she was wearing those tiny shorts and I started rubbing her legs...” He laughed, shaking his head. “Then one thing just led to another and...”Sydney laughed, watching my red face. “I bet they did!” I was getting stiff in my jeans, imaging the untouchable Jessie Nolen on Emmett's bed, those long legs wrapped around him...She had never even let me touch her legs, or kiss her, or even take her on a date. And Emmett had fucked her by accident!“Anyone else?” Sydney giggled. He laughed. “Come on Syd...” “It must have happened again,” she giggled. “Big sexy guy like you, rooming with 'little' Bobby here...” I was about to yell in protest but under the table her bare foot snaked between my legs and pressed my hardening cock through my pants. Then she started rolling her foot, her toes nearly as talented as her fingers had been last night. “Right, Bobby?”I was sweating. If she kept this up, I was going to cum in my pants! She giggled, turning to him again. “Really? You didn't get with anyone else Bobby dated?”Emmett looked at me and coughed, and my heart sank, because I knew what name he was going to say. “Well, there was Lia Kwan.” “Oh!” she giggled. “Who's that?!”“Well, uh, she started off as Bobby's girl, around end of freshman year,” Emmett said, a little embarassed. “This very hot little Vietnamese girl-”“Korean,” I corrected, my face burning as my wife gave me a slow foot job, under the table. “Yeah, Korean, that's right,” he said, and I knew he would forget again by the morning. “Lia and I met through Bobby. After they broke up, she called me up a few days later and... by Sophmore year we were a thing.” Sydney giggled. “So Bobby had to watch a girl he had dated go out with you- all year long?”“Well, we tried not to rub it in his face,” Emmett said. “We all got to be friends eventually. Bobby said he was cool with it.” I swallowed. “It wasn't a big deal.” Emmett grinned, sighing. “Yeah, Lia. Lia was a cool chick.” She had been more than that. Lia had been beautiful. Perfect skin, silky black hair, a light angelic voice...And even smaller than Sydney. I had hoped, her being Asian and all, my little penis wouldn't have been a problem for her, that I could please her like a normal man would. But I had never had the chance to find out!Sydney was grinning, tongue sliding along the bottom of her teeth. “Did you guys ever have sex while Bobby was in the room?” “No!” Emmett laughed, looking over at me. “We always put a tie on the door to let him know! Bobby, man- your wife's IS a handful!” But I was blushing, hard. And both of them noticed it. Emmett cocked his head. “Dude. You okay?”Sydney's toes found my crotch again, the ball of her foot grinding my cock against my stomach, pushing me on. “Bobby? You caught them... didn't you?” I swallowed. “It was, um... one time... on Halloween...” Emmett slapped his forehead. “Oh shit! Oh man, I'm sorry Bobby! We were all so drunk, I thought you were passed out-” Sydney grabbed his arm. “Tell me tell me tell me!” “Well, we ah had gone to this party,” Emmett laughed, his face a little red. “Bobby, I really am sorry, I didn't know-” She shook his arm again, her foot forgetting my cock. “Stop stalling and tell me! What were you guys wearing!” Emmett swallowed and laughed. “Well, I was a caveman I think, in a loincloth. Lia was a Laura Croft, really pulled it off, too. And Bobby was a nerd, he had the tape on his glasses, pocket protector, the whole thing...” “Awwww, he must have been so cute!” Syd giggled, and I just blushed harder. I didn't want her hearing this story!“So we had all drunk way too much,” Emmett continued, “and stumbled home, practically carrying Lia between us. God she had looked so hot!” Sydney turned to me. “And then?” My face was so red. I couldn't tell her this! “Sydney!” Her foot returned to my crotch, rubbing and pressing me in a perfect way. “Go on...” “They were kissing,” I gasped, afraid to move or even shift my legs, “I fell asleep in my bed and then woke up... during...” My face was really red now! “Because of Lia...” Sydney pulled her foot away just in time, laughing. “She was moaning?!”Emmett chuckled, his wide shoulders shaking. “Yeah, Lia always was a moaner...”I swallowed, remembering. I had heard her screams a few times before, her voice muffled through the cinderblock walls when I had come home to find a tie on our doorknob. I would sometimes catch a second or two of Lia saying Emmett's name in passion before I quickly turned away down the hall to spend the night in the common lounge. But thatnight I had been in the room.And the alcohol had apparently lowered Lia's inhibitions. That, or Emmett had really been giving her some good dick. Lia's angelic voice had been screaming his name, gasping, moaning, making those noises only a well fucked girl could make-“And Bobby just had to lie there and listen to you two have sex?!” Sydney howled. “ Oh wow!” Emmett truly looked sorry. “Oh man, Bobby, if I had known... I would have told her to stop! She was really um... vocal that night.” Yeah. She had been pretty 'vocal'. Hearing a girl I had pined for, a girl I had taken on dates, courted, tried to sleep with and get rejected, now screaming in the throes of sex, barely ten feet away from me...Sydney giggled, her foot feeling the length and hardness of my dick, taking careful measurements for later. “Did you like it?” “No!” I yelled, pushing her foot away under the table. “Of course not!” Seeing Lia's darkened nude silhouette rocking on Emmett cow-girl style, moaning his name, getting higher and higher pitched until she came over and over again on his cock, while my hard dick throbbed, unable to even masturbate because I had to pretend I was asleep... I had cum without even touching myself. “Sure you didn't,” Sydney giggled, getting up and starting to clear the table. Emmett was laughing, holding his handsome face in his hands. “Oh man- I never knew! Sorry Bobby!” “Oh it's no big deal,” Syd laughed, putting the dishes in the sink. “All roommates have stories like that. Hell, one time I was fucking these two guys in my dorm room and my roommate woke up and took a picture and showed it to the whole cheerleading squad! They called me 'London Bridge' for the rest of the year!” My eyes bugged out. Because right now, both Emmett and I were picturing the exact same thing: my sweet little Sydney, nude and getting spit roasted by two huge cocks, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, both pumping away at the same time!“London Bridge?” Emmett laughed, looking her body over. “I didn't say it was a very long bridge!” she laughed, pretending to be embarrassed. “And jeez, I wish I had been a few inches taller- they were practically touching! Inside me, I mean!”I closed my eyes. “Oh god, Sydney!” Emmett was hooting. “Oh jesus- Bobby, you better watch her- she's a live wire!” “Well I don't do that stuff anymore,” she laughed, clearing dishes like she was June Cleaver. “That's all in the past. Now I'm with Bobby and I don't wish I was any taller. He doesn't stretch me like that at all.” Emmett almost fell out of his chair. “Oh god!” he howled. His heavy hand slapped the table as he laughed. “I used to bust Bobby about his little dick sometimes back in school and he used to bust my balls about how my thick skull couldn't do math! God Sydney,” he laughed as I blushed head to toe. “Being here is like being back in college again!” “I hope not!” she laughed, bending over to put plates in the dishwasher. “Because that'd mean I'd have to spend the whole week watching my virtue around you like a hawk!” He put on an innocent face. “What? Me?” She ticked off her fingers. “Jessie Nolen? Lia Kwan? Any girl Bobby had the slightest interest in, you swooped in and banged behind his back!” “Now come on, that's not fair,” he laughed. “It wasn't every girl...”Syd laughed. “Seems like!”My face was burning as she giggled at me. I had to defend my pride! I had known about Lia, had just learned about Jessie. But I still had a card to play.“Not Rebecca Chaste,” I said. Sydney giggled, bending over to put a stack of the bowls in the wash. “Who?” “My girlfriend senior year,” I told her, as Emmett got this far-away look in his eyes. “Sports medicine major. Very serious about Med school. She wasn't going to let anyone sleep with her, even if she was on birth control!” She was also a hot redhead, the prettiest girl I had dated before Sydney. Perfect firm tits, great long legs and a little fiery bush she kept trimmed close. And she had been one of the biggest cockteases on the whole campus. Rebecca would look so hot every day, go out with boys when they asked, let them feel her up, maybe get a quick grope over her panties... but that was it!She so was totally committed to saving herself for marriage, most guys on campus had given up on her, getting too frustrated by having a super hot girlfriend who would let you play with her tits all the time, give you a handjob if you begged and let you eat her out only when she was really, really horny, but never go any further. But for me, still a virgin at 22, Rebecca had been a godsend. The hand jobs she had given me were my first, even if I never lasted more than thirty seconds, because of her incredible body. And learning how to eat a beautiful girl out, to make her moan and cum with somepart of my body even if it hadn't been my penis, on a regular basis, had given me the crucial life skills I had needed to land Sydney. And for that, I was ever thankful to Rebecca.“Emmett never slept with her,” I told them. “Even though he tried, just like every other guy on campus.” “Hell yeah I did!” Emmett laughed, downing the last of yet another beer.“See?” I said. “And Rebecca was super hot and in my room all the time. And somehow she managed to resist,” I told my wife sarcastically. “No, dude,” Emmett laughed. “I meant 'hell yeah, I totally slept with her!'” Sydney started laughing as I sputtered out my water. “What?!” His nose was a little red. The beers were finally hitting him. “It was just one time!” he laughed as my face fell. “Right before graduation. Finals week.” “Finals week?!” I yelled. “We were still together then!” Emmett put his hands up. “I know! I know! I tried to resist man! But you were off studying... she came in to our suite while I was showering and slipped in behind me... And she wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept stroking me, licking me... Her mouth man, you must have known how good that felt when she put her mind to it...” No I didn't! Not even after dating for four months!I held my face in my hands. “No! Not Rebecca! She was going off to join the Peace Corps...” “She did say she wanted something to remember America by,” Emmett laughed. “And she kept sucking me, she really wanted it that night-” I felt like I was going to cry. “How... how could you!”“I told you I tried to resist, man! But she was naked, I was naked... and she really wouldn't take no for an answer.” Emmett just looked at me and shrugged, a bashful grin on his face. “You know how it is.” No I didn't!No girl had ever come on to me like that, not in my entire life!I had been a virgin until I had met Sydney, and even SHE had made me wait until we were married!I felt dizzy, humiliated, torn in half. And then Sydney started laughing even harder. “Holy shit! You know what this means Bobby?”We both turned to look at her. She was red-faced, holding on to the kitchen counter, her breasts about to fall out of her tiny shirt. “It means... Emmett DID sleep with every girl you ever dated! Every single one!”
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That night, after brushing our teeth in the house's single bathroom, I confronted Sydney in our bedroom, about what she had done. “What the hell was that out there?!” I said, whispering as loudly as I could. I had to whisper because Emmett was only two rooms away in a house with paper thin walls. “Sydney! You humiliated me!” “Oh it's just a little fun,” she giggled, pulling off her shirt in a smooth motion. Her round young cheerleader tits were now free, nipples already hard. “And he must have a huge cock to steal all those girls away from you! It must be, like a foot long! Yum yum!” I punched the bed, quietly. “Sydney, I don't like this game anymore! You flirting with him all the time, wearing next to nothing around him...” “I knowyou liked it, Bobby. I felt your cute little cock standing up all night.” I blushed. “That's not the point! He'll... he'll get the wrong idea!” She pulled her panties down her smooth, curvy legs. “Well then I'll just have to sort him out, tomorrow while you're at work.” She laid down on our bed, nude, and started to play with her pussy. “I'll put on a little string bikini, invite him out to the beach and ask him to put suntan lotion all over me and then I'll tell him exactly what kind of girl I am...” My jaw dropped as she started playing with her pussy faster. Because Sydney was a screamer too. “Sydney, stop!” “Awww, what are you afraid of baby?” she giggled, arching her back like a cat in heat. “That you're leaving your bored, horny, young wife all alone with your hunky, hung college roommate, all day? God, I want to see his cock SO BAD!”“Sydney! Quiet!”But she only became louder. “Oh Emmett, fuck me right in front of Bobby like you did Lisa Kwan,” she moaned, smiling at me as she played with her pussy. “I'll suck you off like Rebecca Chaste! Please Emmett- let me suck on your monster cock!” “Sydney!”Her mouth quivered. “You want to shut me up? Eat my pussy then!”she laughed. I was already naked, ready for bed. And watching my beautiful, petite, former cheerleader wife squirming and moaning on the bed had my little dick sticking up so painfully hard. I dove between her legs and started licking just like she had taught me. “Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCK! BOBBY YES! I'M CUMMMMMING!” She pitched and shook on the bed, orgasming loudly, her thighs squeezing my head. I know Emmett heard her, because the neighbors did. “Hey, shut up in there!”“Yeah, some of us have got to sleep!” I licked Sydney's beautiful smooth pussy right through the neighbor's yelling, because fuck them. I was eating heaven right now. And I wanted to make her cum so hard and long she'd forget all about Emmett and his huge, amazing dick. She came, and looked amazing doing it, but when I got up off my knees, slowly stroking my rock hard dick at the sight of her, Sydney reached over and slapped my hand away. “No! No cumming for you tonight.” “What?” She was still in her post-orgasmic glow, her nipples rock hard, her pussy wet and open. “Bigger dicks always cum first!” she giggled. “Now, if you want to invite Emmett over here right now, I'll happily ride his big, beautiful cock and let you have sloppy seconds afterwards-” “Sydney! Shssshh!” I hissed, looking at the door. “He'll hear you!” My totally nude wife was inches from me, her skin flushed, her entrance wet and ready. “Invite Emmett into our room Bobby,” she panted at me, her legs laying apart. “See what happens. I dare you.” The entire room smelled of sex. I was naked, my dick just at the edge of my fingers, my balls aching. “Sydney, stop playing around!” She giggled and closed her legs. “Okay, no pussy for either of you tonight then.” I was SO hard! If I didn't cum tonight- I'd go crazy!“You're joking! After all that?!”She started reaching to turn off the light.“Baby, if you touch that tiny little dick of yours again tonight, I'm not going to touch it for the next threemonths. Not with my pussy, mouth, hand- nothing! I mean it. You're going to be so out in the cold you'll need mittens for your balls.” I could barely speak! “Sydney!” “It's not fair, you're right,” she giggled, “but I wantyou all keyed up and confused when Emmett's here. The hornier you are, the more likely you are to agree to let me fuck that big dick of his, to suck it and give it the love it deserves. Until then... enjoy your blue balls.” She kissed me on the cheek, put her forearm over my dick before pulling up the covers, so she could catch me if I tried to stroke it. “Now go to sleep baby,” she giggled, feeling my desperate erection throb under her soft skin. “And dream of Emmett fucking my little ass hard all over the house tomorrow. Because that's what I'll be dreaming of too.”
***END OF PART 1***
“So did you ever seen him naked?” my wife giggled, as she continued to expertly stroke my hard, dripping dick. “From the front?”“My college roommate?” I panted, squirming on the bed. She was so good at this! “Yeah, a few times. In the shower I guess!”“And...” she laughed, stroking me a little faster. “Did he have a big cock?”“Sydney!”“I'm just curious! He's going to be staying here a whole week, Bobby. Can't a girl be curious?” I gasped, grasping the sheets to try and hold off. “Not if she's married!” “Married women still get curious,” she laughed, enjoying my futile efforts to resist her hand. “Especially if they married a cute inexperienced virgin who always cums too soon.” “Sydney!” Sydney laughed as my face turned dark, dark red in shame. But my premature ejaculation problems weren't my fault! Sydney had been a college cheerleader, one of those tiny girls with the perfect tan and perfect makeup and perfect hair who got thrown high up into the air so the crowd could cheer when she flashed her panties at them. I had been a computer engineer, a great student but never a ladies man. And yes, I had still been a virgin when we had started dating, two years after leaving college. Sydney hadn't. Not by a long shot. And when she climbed on top of me with her tight little pussy and started rocking back and forth, throwing her head back and grabbing her firm tits and making these wild, throaty moans, I came too fast. Every time. “So tell me about Emmett's dick,” she giggled, watching my breaths get shorter. “Unless you want me to find out on my own...” “No!” I gasped, which only made my wife laugh harder. “So tell me then.” She took a break from stroking me to lick the palm of her hand before starting in again. God, it was so dirty and hot when she did that... She grabbed my cock again, starting slow but speeding up her strokes steadily. “How big was it? Big enough to please me?”I blushed even harder. This was my wife! “Well, it...um...” Her tight little naked body against mine, her hand gliding expertly up and down my cock- it made it so hard to think! “...it was okay, I guess!” She started rolling her wrist at the top of every stroke, sliding her wet palm over my slippery cockhead with a practiced motion that made my bones throb. “Bigger than yours?”I swallowed. “Yeah.” “Like, a lotbigger?” She stroked a little faster. “Tell the truth!” I blushed, closing my eyes. “Yes! It was a lot bigger!” “Well that shouldn't be hard. Every real man has something bigger than your cute little baby dick.”“Syd!” I couldn't even look at her. But the little giggle I heard as she kept stroking confirmed she had felt it. My rock-hard four inch dick was throbbing as she made fun of it.Like it always did. “Mmmmm, it will be nice to have a real man around the house for once,” she laughed, watching my face go red. “So does Emmett go for tits? Or is he more of an ass man?”“What does that matter?!” Sydney laughed, sliding her short but perfectly shaped leg against me. “I don't want him to get bored, honey! I might make a little more effort to dress up around him, just to keep things interesting...”I groaned, licking my lips. “Please don't...” “But honey, it's just going to be him and me, alone all day...” she giggled. “With nothing to do while you're at work... maybe I'll just give him a few little flashes here and there...” She licked my ear. “A little panties... a little cleavage...” The thought of my wife teasing my college roommate with her body, while I was off at work, unable to stop her, had my balls pulling tight. She licked my ear again. “Maybe I'll let him 'accidentally' catch me in the shower, all naked and soapy.... just to see if one thing leads to another?” My eyes flew open. “Don't fuck him!” “You wouldn't even know if I had fucked Emmett or not,” she laughed, stroking my dick even faster. “He could could be bending me over the couch four times a day, giving me that good, solid cock hard enough to make the neighbors hear and this cute little dick wouldn't have any idea I was cheating on it!” I tried to stop her hand as I got closer but my right arm was trapped under her perfect ass and my left was no match for the grip she had on my cock. “No!” I begged. “Don't fuck him!” But she doubled down. Sydney always doubled down. “Mmmmm, I can already feel his hard, thick cock splitting me open!” she giggled, grinding her body against mine. “Stretching me out, getting deep into spots you've never even touched...” Oh god-Her breath was hot and teasing in my ear. “A good girl can only go so long before she gives in to a big hard cock baby...” “NO! Don't fuck Emmett!” “And he's staying here all week?” she laughed. “Oh, honey, I'm going to get SO much good dick while you're at work!” I was squirming, trying to pull away. “No! Don't fuck him Sydney!” “Give me permission and I'll let you watch,” she giggled. “Say yes and I'll let you hide in the closet as I spread my legs for him and moanas he slides inside my wet pussy. I'll let you watch him pound me like a dirty slut right in front of you, while I cry and beg him 'Harder Emmett! Fuck me HARDER-'” I came like a firehose. Sydney laughed as I spurted all over my chest, shoulders and neck. She pumped her hand faster, making me yell in pleasure and kept stroking much longer than I would have, getting every drop out of me and making me a gasping squirming mess on the bed as my penis got too sensitive. “Syndey! Stop!” She giggled and gave me a few more strokes anyway. When she was done, I was a dripping, spent, red-faced mess.“Holy shit Bobby!” she giggled, wiping her hand off on my leg. “I guess we both know what I have to do this week!” I was blushing, humiliated, and covered in my own cum from an orgasm I had been desperately trying to avoid. “Please.... Sydney,” I panted, reaching for the tissues in my bedside drawer. “Tell me you were joking!” She giggled, sliding open her own bedside drawer and pulling out a large, cordless purple vibrator. “We'll see.” “Sydney! I know we joke about it a lot- but we're married now! Don't fuck my college roommate!” She gasped as the vibrating head hit her perfectly shaved pussy. She was already starting to tremble- she had been turned on by the idea too! To see her tight, tanned little body shivering as she ground that thick, vibrating cylinder hard between her legs- it was giving me another erection! She used the fingers of her free hand to pulled at her hard nipples, pinching and rolling them much harder than I usually did. “I said we'll see!”“Sydney! Please don't fuck him!” My wife laughed and then came, just as long and powerfully as I had.
***
On the afternoon of the next day, I picked Emmett up at the local airport. He looked pretty much just like he had three years ago: a tall jock with dirty blond hair, t-shirt over a huge barrel chest and ripped arms, perfectly fitting jeans and work boots over long, powerful legs. A thousand years ago he would have been a Viking, raiding villages, carrying off loot and women at his whim. Now he was just a good-old southern boy who had been my roommate at Georgia Tech three years ago. And had a huge, swinging cock my wife was very eager to see. He laughed and stuck out a powerful hand when he spotted me approaching. “Hey Bobby. How's it hanging?” I blushed as we shook. “Hey Emmett. Good to see you.” “Yeah, thanks for putting me up,” he drawled, picking up his huge suitcase with one ripped arm like it weighed nothing. “Jobs out west ain't what they used to be. I figured maybe, if I could get lucky with something quick out here...” I blushed again. “Um, no problem! Sydney and I are happy to have you.” Shit! Why did I have to say it that way?“Sydney, huh?” he said as we walked out to the parking lot. “Hey, sorry I missed your wedding, man. You know my mom had a whole thing going on that month-”“No worries, you'll meet her soon enough,” I said, unlocking my car. I saw him place his suitcase into my truck, the weight making my shocks compress. And he had lifted it with one arm!I swallowed, opening my door. “She's cooking dinner for us right now.”“Well that sounds great,” Emmett laughed, getting in the other side. “Looks like she's already making up for lost time.” I swallowed again, getting in. “Yeah. Sure.”
***
She definitely was. I opened the door to our little beach house to find Sydney hard at work in the kitchen. But unlike normal nights, she had her hair perfectly done, fresh makeup and lipstick on her face, even her toenails freshly painted to highlight her small, perfect feet. And she was wearing nothing but a pair of boy-short panties and t-shirt tied off right under her firm tits. I almost dropped my briefcase.“Sydney!” “Oh hell!” she squealed, turning around at the stove while Emmett came in right behind me, his jaw dropping as well. “You guys are early! And I had already started the chicken and I didn't want it to burn-” She was laughing, using one forearm to sort of cover her braless tits under the thin tied off shirt and her other to sort of hide the crotch of her panties, even though her little fingers and a spatula didn't provide much protection. If anything, it made her look even more cute and sexy and helpless. “Sydney!” I cried. “Go get dressed! You're practically naked!” She didn't. Instead, she stamped one of her perfect feet on our kitchen floor. “Hell Bobby, why didn't you text me you were getting close?! So our guest doesn't walk in at the start of his visit and see me barely in my undies?!” “I'm sorry Syd!” I stammered, looking at her, even though I didn't know what I could have done to prevent this. “Really, I am!” “Hell, I don't mind, ma'am,” Emmett laughed, drinking her nearly naked body in as well. Boyshorts and a t-shirt might have been halfway decent for some girls, but like I said, Sydney had an ass and tits that wouldn't quit. “I'm never one to stand on formality,” he said. “Well that's good,” she laughed. “At least there's one gentleman in the house. Now come here and give me a hug- any friend of Bobby's is a friend of mine!”I gasped as she padded over to Emmett, still dressed exactly as she was. Sydney stood at a petite five foot nothing. Emmett was six foot two and easily over two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. To see a man like him reach down and hug my barely-dressed wife made my heart flutter. She was like a child to him! His strong, thick fingers were resting right on the waistband of her shorts, grasping her bare, tanned ribcage. She was up on her tiptoes, holding her smooth cheek against his short, manly scruff, pressing her tits into his chest as she made small, content purring noises. “It's so goodto have you here, Emmett,” she sighed, hugging him like a long lost lover! “Make yourself completely at home.”“Sydney!” I cried, watching their hug go on and on. “Don't you think you should... get dressed now!” She laughed and finally released him. “Well there's no point now, Bobby. Emmett's seen everything I've got!” I gulped, my little dick starting to harden in my jeans. Not everything!And one of Emmett's hands was still resting on her waist. Just a little movement upwards and he'd be cupping one of her firm, perfect tits. Just a little tug downward and her thin panties would give way, tearing off her body like tissue paper, leaving her tiny pussy and heart-shaped ass open and defenseless to whatever he wanted he wanted to do to her-“Sydney- you really should get dressed!”“Oh hell, you don't mind if just finish cooking like this, right Emmett?”He grinned, one hand still holding her bare waist. “No ma'am. Not at all!” She laughed, giving me a little wink. “Then grab a beer from the fridge and take a seat at the dinner table, Em. Things are just coming to a boil.” As she walked past me, a big grin on her face, Sydney leaned over to me as soon as Emmett was out of earshot. “Oh yeah, he's definitely an ass man,” she whispered into my ear. “Did you see how close his hands got to grabbing my butt?” I had! That's why my dick was getting hard!She got even closer, giggling as her hand found the growing tent in my khakis. “I'm going to suck his cock while he's staying with us,” she giggled into my ear, her breath hot and teasing. “Somehow, while he's here, I'm going to get his big rod in my mouth and suck it like a porn star, Bobby. And if you're a good boy, I'll let you watch.”“Sydney!”She kissed my cheek. “Just you wait and see.”
***
I was a mess as I set the table while Sydney brought out our food, a glorious stuffed chicken. She couldn't be serious! Could she?Her friends had tried to warn me when we had started dating; Sydney had been the 'blowjob queen' of her entire cheerleading squad. She had barely gotten through one season without going down on half the football team, or basketball team, or even some of the more well endowed baseball players! I had thought her friends had just been joking with me, but Sydney had never told me exactly how many men she had sucked off in college, only that they had all been very well hung like Emmett- “Hey buddy, watch it!” Emmett laughed, bringing me out of of my daydream. “I think I've got enough beer!” “Oh shit, sorry!” I said, mopping up the overflow I had poured from his glass onto our table. “That's Bobby, always spilling a bit too soon,” Sydney giggled, walking by in her boyshort panties. They weren't as scandalous as her normal thongs would have been, these covered her cheeks pretty well. But Sydney's cheeks in any sort of thin, tight, underwear were a sight to behold. Normally that kind of show would have gotten me totally hard. But I was so nervous, watching Emmett sneak a glance behind me as she bent over to put the chicken on the table, knowing what kind of view he was getting! Emmett laughed and looked back to his beer. “So, uh how'd you two crazy kids meet?” I forced down a gulp of my own drink. “Um, I'd been out of school about six months, at my first accounting job, and Sydney's squad came to an event our firm sponsored.”He cocked his head as I sat down. “Squad?” I swallowed. “Yeah um, Sydney was a college cheerleader.”“Gooooooo Wildcats!” she laughed, doing a little jump at the side of the table, using oven mitts for pom-poms. I blushed even harder as she sat down between Emmett and I, at the head of the table. Her tits had almost popped free of her shirt during her jump! Emmett chuckled, spooning mashed potatoes. “And you met Bobby and just had to have him, huh?” “It was the opening of a car dealership, I was the youngest guy from our firm so they gave me the job of handling receipts,” I said, talking fast. “I got to talking to her squad as I was signing their invoice, and Sydney was the only girl who would give me the time of day...” “Yeah, I can see that,” Emmett laughed. I blushed a little. “So I convinced the firm to keep hiring them for a few more customer events and Sydney and I kept running into each other, and we got to know each other better and...” I swallowed. Two years into our marriage and I barely believed I had landed someone like her myself! Emmett chuckled again. “Who knew the life of an accountant was so interesting.” “Trust me, it's not,” Sydney giggled, getting something out of the fridge. She was bending over again, her ass pointed right at us! “Bobby was SO different from the type of guy I normally dated.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What type is that?”She giggled as she sat down again. “Oh, usually tall muscular jocks with like, really big dicks. The total opposite to Bobby.” “Sydney!” I looked over, saw Emmett trying not to laugh. “She didn't mean... Sydney!”Emmett was full on laughing now, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, damn!” My face was burning. Sydney had just basically admitted that my dick was too small for her! “Sydney!” Emmett was laughing, slapping his knee. “Don't worry... Bobby! I've uh, seen you in the showers...” He shook his head, his face red too, but with laughter. “Shoot Bobby- she's a real handful isn't she?!”Sydney took a bite of broccoli with an exaggerated sigh. “Too bad Bobby's dick isn't.” “Oh DAMN!” I was blushing so hard as Emmett fell into laughter again. Now they were BOTH laughing at my small dick!“SYDNEY!” “Hey, I ended up with you didn't I?” she said, leaning over the corner of the table to kiss my burning cheek. “I love my hubby and will stay with him forever, no matter what he does or doesn't have in his pants. Is that what you wanted to hear?”It was, but I was still blushing, humiliated, and that was before I noticed that her bending over was giving Emmett another look at her tight, almost bared ass! We talked a bit then about Emmett's fruitless job hunting the last year, where his family hailed from, some politics. It was almost a normal dinner conversation that could have happened anywhere, except that we two men were still fully clothed and Sydney was practically naked! Every time she would lean over to get some salad dressing or cross her bare legs, dangling a little foot in the air I was reminded how little she was wearing. And she was really flirting with him, touching his arm when he made a joke, leaning in when he told a story, giving off all the non-verbal signals girls did.I watched Emmett's biceps flex as he got more potatoes and shivered again. I was bigger than Sydney, but still barely half of Emmett's size. If I came home to find her impaled on his huge dick, moaning her head off, and tried to make a scene about it, getting angry and calling him some name I shouldn't, Emmett could kick my ass without breaking a sweat and finish fucking my wife without me able to do a thing about it. I just had to pray he was able to resist temptation this week!And Sydney too-She wouldn't actually do anything... would she? Around dessert she giggled and winked at me again. “So Emmett, Bobby told me you were quite the ladies man back in college.” He grinned, shrugging his wide shoulders. “I did okay.” She slapped his arm. “Bobby said you did more than okay. What did you say, honey? That Emmett collected more panties in a semester than you had in your whole life?” I blushed, hating myself for telling her that! But she had her hand around my cock at the time, edging me and forcing me to tell her everything I had known about Emmett... Even Emmett was blushing a little, and gave her an aww-shucks smile. “Well, a man doesn't kiss and tell...”“Aw come on! Did you ever sleep with any girls on the first date?”He grinned his viking smile. “A few.” “How about...” Sydney winked at me. “...any cheerleaders?” I blushed, already knowing the answer. “A few of those too,” he admitted, grinning. Sydney giggled. “Did you ever sleep with anyone Bobby had dated?”I coughed out a bite of key lime pie. “Sydney!” “It's just an innocent question,” she laughed, smiling at me. “It must have happened, in a little private college like that, after four years of rooming together...” Emmett pushed away his empty plate of pie. “Well, that's all in the past, I don't want to bring up bad memories...” But Sydney doubled down. “Bobby always talked about this girl he had this major crush on in his class, some tall blond who just kept leading him on.... Joan? Josie?”“Jessie,” Emmett and I said at the same time. Him fondly, me with regret. “Oh hell, I haven't thought about Jessie Nolen in years!” Emmett laughed, shaking his head. “She used to hang out in our room all the time, doing homework with Bobby until all hours of the night.” It had actually been me doing most of the work, Jessie copying my answers, rubbing my back, telling me how good a 'friend' I was. She had these incredibly long legs and would always wear the shortest shorts when she came over to study with me...Emmett nodded at me, with a wink. “God, those legs, huh?” Sydney grinned. She knew I was a leg man too, even made me kiss and lick her feet and calves sometimes when I was really horny and she was feeling really cruel... “So?” she asked Emmett, grinning. “Did anything happen with you and Jessie?” My roommate coughed, looking at me. “Well, there was this one weekend when Bobby was out of town...”My fork clattered on my plate. “What?”“You had gone back home for something,” he laughed. “And she came over, looking for help with that Accounting homework again. I couldn't do a lick of it, but we got to talking, she was wearing those tiny shorts and I started rubbing her legs...” He laughed, shaking his head. “Then one thing just led to another and...”Sydney laughed, watching my red face. “I bet they did!” I was getting stiff in my jeans, imaging the untouchable Jessie Nolen on Emmett's bed, those long legs wrapped around him...She had never even let me touch her legs, or kiss her, or even take her on a date. And Emmett had fucked her by accident!“Anyone else?” Sydney giggled. He laughed. “Come on Syd...” “It must have happened again,” she giggled. “Big sexy guy like you, rooming with 'little' Bobby here...” I was about to yell in protest but under the table her bare foot snaked between my legs and pressed my hardening cock through my pants. Then she started rolling her foot, her toes nearly as talented as her fingers had been last night. “Right, Bobby?”I was sweating. If she kept this up, I was going to cum in my pants! She giggled, turning to him again. “Really? You didn't get with anyone else Bobby dated?”Emmett looked at me and coughed, and my heart sank, because I knew what name he was going to say. “Well, there was Lia Kwan.” “Oh!” she giggled. “Who's that?!”“Well, uh, she started off as Bobby's girl, around end of freshman year,” Emmett said, a little embarassed. “This very hot little Vietnamese girl-”“Korean,” I corrected, my face burning as my wife gave me a slow foot job, under the table. “Yeah, Korean, that's right,” he said, and I knew he would forget again by the morning. “Lia and I met through Bobby. After they broke up, she called me up a few days later and... by Sophmore year we were a thing.” Sydney giggled. “So Bobby had to watch a girl he had dated go out with you- all year long?”“Well, we tried not to rub it in his face,” Emmett said. “We all got to be friends eventually. Bobby said he was cool with it.” I swallowed. “It wasn't a big deal.” Emmett grinned, sighing. “Yeah, Lia. Lia was a cool chick.” She had been more than that. Lia had been beautiful. Perfect skin, silky black hair, a light angelic voice...And even smaller than Sydney. I had hoped, her being Asian and all, my little penis wouldn't have been a problem for her, that I could please her like a normal man would. But I had never had the chance to find out!Sydney was grinning, tongue sliding along the bottom of her teeth. “Did you guys ever have sex while Bobby was in the room?” “No!” Emmett laughed, looking over at me. “We always put a tie on the door to let him know! Bobby, man- your wife's IS a handful!” But I was blushing, hard. And both of them noticed it. Emmett cocked his head. “Dude. You okay?”Sydney's toes found my crotch again, the ball of her foot grinding my cock against my stomach, pushing me on. “Bobby? You caught them... didn't you?” I swallowed. “It was, um... one time... on Halloween...” Emmett slapped his forehead. “Oh shit! Oh man, I'm sorry Bobby! We were all so drunk, I thought you were passed out-” Sydney grabbed his arm. “Tell me tell me tell me!” “Well, we ah had gone to this party,” Emmett laughed, his face a little red. “Bobby, I really am sorry, I didn't know-” She shook his arm again, her foot forgetting my cock. “Stop stalling and tell me! What were you guys wearing!” Emmett swallowed and laughed. “Well, I was a caveman I think, in a loincloth. Lia was a Laura Croft, really pulled it off, too. And Bobby was a nerd, he had the tape on his glasses, pocket protector, the whole thing...” “Awwww, he must have been so cute!” Syd giggled, and I just blushed harder. I didn't want her hearing this story!“So we had all drunk way too much,” Emmett continued, “and stumbled home, practically carrying Lia between us. God she had looked so hot!” Sydney turned to me. “And then?” My face was so red. I couldn't tell her this! “Sydney!” Her foot returned to my crotch, rubbing and pressing me in a perfect way. “Go on...” “They were kissing,” I gasped, afraid to move or even shift my legs, “I fell asleep in my bed and then woke up... during...” My face was really red now! “Because of Lia...” Sydney pulled her foot away just in time, laughing. “She was moaning?!”Emmett chuckled, his wide shoulders shaking. “Yeah, Lia always was a moaner...”I swallowed, remembering. I had heard her screams a few times before, her voice muffled through the cinderblock walls when I had come home to find a tie on our doorknob. I would sometimes catch a second or two of Lia saying Emmett's name in passion before I quickly turned away down the hall to spend the night in the common lounge. But thatnight I had been in the room.And the alcohol had apparently lowered Lia's inhibitions. That, or Emmett had really been giving her some good dick. Lia's angelic voice had been screaming his name, gasping, moaning, making those noises only a well fucked girl could make-“And Bobby just had to lie there and listen to you two have sex?!” Sydney howled. “ Oh wow!” Emmett truly looked sorry. “Oh man, Bobby, if I had known... I would have told her to stop! She was really um... vocal that night.” Yeah. She had been pretty 'vocal'. Hearing a girl I had pined for, a girl I had taken on dates, courted, tried to sleep with and get rejected, now screaming in the throes of sex, barely ten feet away from me...Sydney giggled, her foot feeling the length and hardness of my dick, taking careful measurements for later. “Did you like it?” “No!” I yelled, pushing her foot away under the table. “Of course not!” Seeing Lia's darkened nude silhouette rocking on Emmett cow-girl style, moaning his name, getting higher and higher pitched until she came over and over again on his cock, while my hard dick throbbed, unable to even masturbate because I had to pretend I was asleep... I had cum without even touching myself. “Sure you didn't,” Sydney giggled, getting up and starting to clear the table. Emmett was laughing, holding his handsome face in his hands. “Oh man- I never knew! Sorry Bobby!” “Oh it's no big deal,” Syd laughed, putting the dishes in the sink. “All roommates have stories like that. Hell, one time I was fucking these two guys in my dorm room and my roommate woke up and took a picture and showed it to the whole cheerleading squad! They called me 'London Bridge' for the rest of the year!” My eyes bugged out. Because right now, both Emmett and I were picturing the exact same thing: my sweet little Sydney, nude and getting spit roasted by two huge cocks, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, both pumping away at the same time!“London Bridge?” Emmett laughed, looking her body over. “I didn't say it was a very long bridge!” she laughed, pretending to be embarrassed. “And jeez, I wish I had been a few inches taller- they were practically touching! Inside me, I mean!”I closed my eyes. “Oh god, Sydney!” Emmett was hooting. “Oh jesus- Bobby, you better watch her- she's a live wire!” “Well I don't do that stuff anymore,” she laughed, clearing dishes like she was June Cleaver. “That's all in the past. Now I'm with Bobby and I don't wish I was any taller. He doesn't stretch me like that at all.” Emmett almost fell out of his chair. “Oh god!” he howled. His heavy hand slapped the table as he laughed. “I used to bust Bobby about his little dick sometimes back in school and he used to bust my balls about how my thick skull couldn't do math! God Sydney,” he laughed as I blushed head to toe. “Being here is like being back in college again!” “I hope not!” she laughed, bending over to put plates in the dishwasher. “Because that'd mean I'd have to spend the whole week watching my virtue around you like a hawk!” He put on an innocent face. “What? Me?” She ticked off her fingers. “Jessie Nolen? Lia Kwan? Any girl Bobby had the slightest interest in, you swooped in and banged behind his back!” “Now come on, that's not fair,” he laughed. “It wasn't every girl...”Syd laughed. “Seems like!”My face was burning as she giggled at me. I had to defend my pride! I had known about Lia, had just learned about Jessie. But I still had a card to play.“Not Rebecca Chaste,” I said. Sydney giggled, bending over to put a stack of the bowls in the wash. “Who?” “My girlfriend senior year,” I told her, as Emmett got this far-away look in his eyes. “Sports medicine major. Very serious about Med school. She wasn't going to let anyone sleep with her, even if she was on birth control!” She was also a hot redhead, the prettiest girl I had dated before Sydney. Perfect firm tits, great long legs and a little fiery bush she kept trimmed close. And she had been one of the biggest cockteases on the whole campus. Rebecca would look so hot every day, go out with boys when they asked, let them feel her up, maybe get a quick grope over her panties... but that was it!She so was totally committed to saving herself for marriage, most guys on campus had given up on her, getting too frustrated by having a super hot girlfriend who would let you play with her tits all the time, give you a handjob if you begged and let you eat her out only when she was really, really horny, but never go any further. But for me, still a virgin at 22, Rebecca had been a godsend. The hand jobs she had given me were my first, even if I never lasted more than thirty seconds, because of her incredible body. And learning how to eat a beautiful girl out, to make her moan and cum with somepart of my body even if it hadn't been my penis, on a regular basis, had given me the crucial life skills I had needed to land Sydney. And for that, I was ever thankful to Rebecca.“Emmett never slept with her,” I told them. “Even though he tried, just like every other guy on campus.” “Hell yeah I did!” Emmett laughed, downing the last of yet another beer.“See?” I said. “And Rebecca was super hot and in my room all the time. And somehow she managed to resist,” I told my wife sarcastically. “No, dude,” Emmett laughed. “I meant 'hell yeah, I totally slept with her!'” Sydney started laughing as I sputtered out my water. “What?!” His nose was a little red. The beers were finally hitting him. “It was just one time!” he laughed as my face fell. “Right before graduation. Finals week.” “Finals week?!” I yelled. “We were still together then!” Emmett put his hands up. “I know! I know! I tried to resist man! But you were off studying... she came in to our suite while I was showering and slipped in behind me... And she wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept stroking me, licking me... Her mouth man, you must have known how good that felt when she put her mind to it...” No I didn't! Not even after dating for four months!I held my face in my hands. “No! Not Rebecca! She was going off to join the Peace Corps...” “She did say she wanted something to remember America by,” Emmett laughed. “And she kept sucking me, she really wanted it that night-” I felt like I was going to cry. “How... how could you!”“I told you I tried to resist, man! But she was naked, I was naked... and she really wouldn't take no for an answer.” Emmett just looked at me and shrugged, a bashful grin on his face. “You know how it is.” No I didn't!No girl had ever come on to me like that, not in my entire life!I had been a virgin until I had met Sydney, and even SHE had made me wait until we were married!I felt dizzy, humiliated, torn in half. And then Sydney started laughing even harder. “Holy shit! You know what this means Bobby?”We both turned to look at her. She was red-faced, holding on to the kitchen counter, her breasts about to fall out of her tiny shirt. “It means... Emmett DID sleep with every girl you ever dated! Every single one!”
***
That night, after brushing our teeth in the house's single bathroom, I confronted Sydney in our bedroom, about what she had done. “What the hell was that out there?!” I said, whispering as loudly as I could. I had to whisper because Emmett was only two rooms away in a house with paper thin walls. “Sydney! You humiliated me!” “Oh it's just a little fun,” she giggled, pulling off her shirt in a smooth motion. Her round young cheerleader tits were now free, nipples already hard. “And he must have a huge cock to steal all those girls away from you! It must be, like a foot long! Yum yum!” I punched the bed, quietly. “Sydney, I don't like this game anymore! You flirting with him all the time, wearing next to nothing around him...” “I knowyou liked it, Bobby. I felt your cute little cock standing up all night.” I blushed. “That's not the point! He'll... he'll get the wrong idea!” She pulled her panties down her smooth, curvy legs. “Well then I'll just have to sort him out, tomorrow while you're at work.” She laid down on our bed, nude, and started to play with her pussy. “I'll put on a little string bikini, invite him out to the beach and ask him to put suntan lotion all over me and then I'll tell him exactly what kind of girl I am...” My jaw dropped as she started playing with her pussy faster. Because Sydney was a screamer too. “Sydney, stop!” “Awww, what are you afraid of baby?” she giggled, arching her back like a cat in heat. “That you're leaving your bored, horny, young wife all alone with your hunky, hung college roommate, all day? God, I want to see his cock SO BAD!”“Sydney! Quiet!”But she only became louder. “Oh Emmett, fuck me right in front of Bobby like you did Lisa Kwan,” she moaned, smiling at me as she played with her pussy. “I'll suck you off like Rebecca Chaste! Please Emmett- let me suck on your monster cock!” “Sydney!”Her mouth quivered. “You want to shut me up? Eat my pussy then!”she laughed. I was already naked, ready for bed. And watching my beautiful, petite, former cheerleader wife squirming and moaning on the bed had my little dick sticking up so painfully hard. I dove between her legs and started licking just like she had taught me. “Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCK! BOBBY YES! I'M CUMMMMMING!” She pitched and shook on the bed, orgasming loudly, her thighs squeezing my head. I know Emmett heard her, because the neighbors did. “Hey, shut up in there!”“Yeah, some of us have got to sleep!” I licked Sydney's beautiful smooth pussy right through the neighbor's yelling, because fuck them. I was eating heaven right now. And I wanted to make her cum so hard and long she'd forget all about Emmett and his huge, amazing dick. She came, and looked amazing doing it, but when I got up off my knees, slowly stroking my rock hard dick at the sight of her, Sydney reached over and slapped my hand away. “No! No cumming for you tonight.” “What?” She was still in her post-orgasmic glow, her nipples rock hard, her pussy wet and open. “Bigger dicks always cum first!” she giggled. “Now, if you want to invite Emmett over here right now, I'll happily ride his big, beautiful cock and let you have sloppy seconds afterwards-” “Sydney! Shssshh!” I hissed, looking at the door. “He'll hear you!” My totally nude wife was inches from me, her skin flushed, her entrance wet and ready. “Invite Emmett into our room Bobby,” she panted at me, her legs laying apart. “See what happens. I dare you.” The entire room smelled of sex. I was naked, my dick just at the edge of my fingers, my balls aching. “Sydney, stop playing around!” She giggled and closed her legs. “Okay, no pussy for either of you tonight then.” I was SO hard! If I didn't cum tonight- I'd go crazy!“You're joking! After all that?!”She started reaching to turn off the light.“Baby, if you touch that tiny little dick of yours again tonight, I'm not going to touch it for the next threemonths. Not with my pussy, mouth, hand- nothing! I mean it. You're going to be so out in the cold you'll need mittens for your balls.” I could barely speak! “Sydney!” “It's not fair, you're right,” she giggled, “but I wantyou all keyed up and confused when Emmett's here. The hornier you are, the more likely you are to agree to let me fuck that big dick of his, to suck it and give it the love it deserves. Until then... enjoy your blue balls.” She kissed me on the cheek, put her forearm over my dick before pulling up the covers, so she could catch me if I tried to stroke it. “Now go to sleep baby,” she giggled, feeling my desperate erection throb under her soft skin. “And dream of Emmett fucking my little ass hard all over the house tomorrow. Because that's what I'll be dreaming of too.”
***END OF PART 1***
October 8, 2016
You KNOW the Rules...
(P.F: So this is just a fun little story I just HAD to write tonight...)
You Know The Rules...
Dick hard, heart pounding, high-schooler Bobby Thurgood slipped his boxers off and started quickly playing with himself under the covers. He had to get this done fast, before someone sensed him!Masturbating in a land full of women with Sex Powers was always a dangerous proposition for any teenage boy, but his mother was staying over at her lover's house and he hadn't heard a single noise from his sister's room in over an hour. This might be his only chance this week! He closed his eyes and thought of the hottest girls in his class as his hand moved faster and faster on his hard, denied dick...
***
Downstairs in the darkened recreation room, nineteen-year old Ashley Thurgood pulled one of her Beats headphones away from her ear and paused the movie she had been watching on her laptop, as the slow ringing in her head continued to get louder. And when the sexual images Bobby was concentrating on started to flood her vision, as Sex Powers did for any nearby woman who wasn't trying to ignore them, she realized what it was and covered her laughing mouth with her hand.“Oh god,” she giggled, closing her laptop. “Bobby thinks I'm asleep!”
***
Upstairs, Bobby licked his lips as he felt his balls grow tight, the tingling starting. He pushed his covers away with his left hand, getting ready to spew cum all over his bare chest. It was going to be rushed, but at least it was going to be a fullorgasm!Winter had just broken into Spring, and with the warmer temperatures the girls in his class had really started putting the screws to the boys, showing off their legs with extremely short skirts or dresses all the time, wearing backless shirts in the warmer weather and flip-flops that left their cute nude feet on display all day. He had to cum before heading into that inferno again!
***
“Awww, are the mean girls from school cockteasing my poor little brother again?” Ashley laughed, sensing the backed up lust in Bobby's blue balls and every image that flashed through his mind as he masturbated. There had been a period of adjustment, as the women of the world started to see men's unfiltered thoughts whenever hand touched cock, when the Powers had first came. But that had been her mother's problem. By the time Ashley had come into her Powers, society had adjusted to the fact that men simply had no privacy anymore. Not unless they stopped masturbating. Which none of them could ever seem to do. The tall, athletic girl wearing only a thin t-shirt and short sleep shorts set her laptop aside and stretched out on the couch, crossing her feet at the ankles. “Well, then you definitely deserve a little relief, little brother” she giggled, closing her eyes to enjoy the show. A smile crossed her lips. “But only if you follow the rules.”
***
Upstairs, Bobby couldn't believe his luck as his balls pulled tighter. Usually one of the neighbor ladies or even Ashley stopped him before now!It was finally going to happen! He licked his lips and tried to think of someone special for the big finale, settling on Megan O'Kelly, a popular, busty blond who sat next to him in English and always wore tops that showed off most of her amazing teenage tits. He had practically seen her nipples yesterday, as she bent over to get her books!
***
“Don't get too distracted little, brother,” Ashley giggled, watching Bobby's fantasy of a nude, oiled up Megan O'Kelly bouncing up and down on his cock as he lay in his bed. She grinned, idly playing with her own hard nipples through her shirt, which had gotten aroused from all the healing sexual energy pouring out of Bobby's room. “You've got to keep your wits about you to do this right...” Her Powers reading even deeper into Bobby's mind the closer he came to orgasm, Ashley gasped. “That bastard! He's going to try and cheat!” Ashley's fingers left the hard nipple she was toying with through her shirt and made a Loop in the air pointing at Bobby's bedroom upstairs, one fingertip glowing blue as she called on her Powers for the first spell every girl learned...
***
Bobby stroked faster, his hand becoming a blur on his dry dick, his back arching off the bed, holding his breath-And slammed into his sister's orgasm block!He didn't feel even one pleasurable contraction, as the micro-second the muscles around his cock started to clench, to pump out his days and days of backed up cum, magic directed all that pressure back inside him instead, pushing his cum into his balls with more force than which they would have left. It was like getting kicked in the nuts, but from the inside!“Nooooooo!” Bobby wailed, trying to stroke through the block and defeat it, but stopping after the pain got too bad. He gasped, sweating and thrashing in bed, his cock steel hard and his balls even bluer than before. That orgasm block hadn't been there a few seconds ago- he had felt the magic spell being cast! Some nearby girl had cut him off at the very last second!
***
“Youdidn't follow the rules,” Ashley sang, giggling in the basement as her Powers sensed her little brother's straining, desperate, untouched cock two floors above her. She had denied her brother so long, fed off his sexual energy for so many years, that the connection between them was strong enough for her to actually see into his room!Like a picture in picture inside her mind, she could see him twisting on the bed, nude, his dick dripping, desperate, but still denied. “You know I'll let that little dick of yours cum any time you want Bobby,” she giggled to the empty room, “but only if you do it right.”
***
Upstairs, Bobby panted, not sure of what to do. The orgasm blocks the neighbor ladies put on him were usually pretty weak, them being middle-aged women who didn't have much sexual connection with him. If he tried a few more times, he could probably break through one of those. But if it was an orgasm block his sister had put on him...Ashley's blocks were like vault doors!He held his breath again, straining to listen. Usually he could hear her giggling in her room next door, when she blocked his orgasms, or teased his cock, or did any of the other million humiliating things sisters could now do to brothers with their sex magic. But he still couldn't hear anything, not even the creaking of her bed springs. She had to be asleep!His right hand slowly closed around his dick again.
***
“Oh, giving the old four-incher another pull, are we Bobby?” Ashley laughed, shaking her head. “If you knew how small you really were, you'd stop dreaming about girls like Megan O'Kelly. That slut would laugh your tiny dick right out of the room!” She sighed, pulling up her shirt a little to cool off her flat stomach, which had started to grow warm with healing sexual energy. “But I'll give you another chance to empty those poor aching nuts of yours,” his sister giggled. “As long as you follow the rules.”
***
Bobby gulped, using his left hand to play with his full balls while he stroked. He usually didn't have time to play with himself this much before someone caught him. But if he wanted to break through an old lady's orgasm block, he'd have to cum, and hard! The boy mewed and put his feet flat on the bed as he wanked, thrusting his hips towards the ceiling by instinct and closing his eyes as he got close once again...
***
“Oh little brother, are you never going to learn?” Ashley sighed, then doubled her orgasm block with a flick of a finger. She giggled as she sensed Bobby keep stroking at his furious pace- he hadn't felt the block go on this time! The girl put her hands behind her head and relaxed, ready to watch the train crash happen.
***
Bobby howled as he hit the orgasm block again! And this time it was even harder! It felt like two girls had tied him down, spread his legs wide apart, and were punching his nuts with their fists as hard as they could! The boy rocked in bed, clutching his throbbing balls and his dripping, denied dick as he remembered what his sister had told him years ago, one humiliating morning over breakfast. “The harder and faster the ramp up to orgasm, the harder the pain when a boy hits his magical block,” she had giggled, eating her cereal as casually as if she was talking about the local sports team. “So the only way to be sure to have a pain-free orgasm, then, little brother,” she had told the red-faced Bobby, “is to have a nice gentle one. One where the cum like, just barely dribbles out of you. I'm sorry, that's just a rule of life now.” And she had laughed as the boy's face had gotten even redder.
***
Downstairs, Ashley laughed and rubbed her long, bare legs together. “Think hard, little brother. You'll remember what I told you...”
***
Upstairs, when his balls had finally stopped hurting, as much as weeks of blue balls ever could, Bobby reluctantly pulled his boxer shorts back up his legs. If this was really one of Ashley's orgasm blocks, he had no chance of breaking it!And if she was awake, the alternative was too horrible to think about...Just think about math! the sweating boy told himself, rolling onto his side. That always puts you to sleep...
***
“Oh no you don't,” Ashley giggled, as she sensed her little brother's erection start to deflate. “Once you start something, you've got to finish it.”The girl lifted her toned butt off the couch and pulled down her sleep shorts in the darkness to expose her tight cotton panties, then started drawing circles over her clit through the thin material, starting slow but eventually going faster. “Here's a little motivation for you...”
***
Bobby gasped as his half-mast dick started to inflate again, ringing like a tuning fork. “Noooo!”This kind of sensation only happened one way; that meant Ashley was definitely awake!And masturbating!The boy blushed as just the thought of his long-haired, perfectly-tanned older sister touching herself sexually had him fully hard in just a matter of heartbeats. And with the extra arousal her masturbation was feeding to his body, like it was to all the sexually active males on the block right now, his dick got even harder than fully hard.It was a painful, throbbing missile about to shoot off from his body, the extra, magically-induced pumps of blood taking him past what his body was designed for, like shooting viagra directly into his veins!The boy started to cry, gripping his sheets as he begged the empty room.“No, Ashley! Please don't make me...”
***
“Come on little brother,” Ashley panted, her tiny panties damp where she had been rubbing them. “You know you want to.” She giggled, feeling the boy struggle not to grab his supernaturally hard and desperate cock. “Let's get your silly monthly release out of the way and then we can both sleep well tonight...”
***
Upstairs, Bobby was crying, his hard dick practically lifting him off the bed. “Please Ashley! Don't make me!” He gave in and started stroking his dripping cock furiously, then stopped and gripped his sheets again, his face going red. “Not again!”
***
Downstairs, Ashley cheered to herself when she sensed Bobby start stroking himself again, then laughed as he stopped shortly after. “Oh, you need more motivation?” She pulled her fingers out of her panties and stuck one in her mouth, sucking on the thin wet digit like it was a lover. “Here you go Bobby. A little gift from your big sister.”
***
Bobby wailed as he felt a coy psychic mouth start to suck on his penis. She couldn't do this to him!It wasn't fair!But the hot, wet, invisible mouth kept on sucking his trembling cock, driving him crazy with desire. He tried not to remember that it was an avatar of his sister'smouth, the same smirking lips he saw across the breakfast table every day, the same mouth she used to kiss her many hot, athlete boyfriends and do even more with them. He was feeling on his cock by magic,the same mouth they got to feel on their bigger dicks in real life. Many many times in real life, if the stories at school were to be believed- Bobby gave in and started stroking, writhing on the bed as his orgasm approached...
***
“There you go little brother, get it all out,” Ashley laughed, her finger leaving her mouth once she sensed Bobby's hand flying on his dick again. “It's not fair for a boy to walk around with balls that full all the time. A good big sister should help him go to sleep comfortably.” She sensed him get closer, looked deep inside his head, and then lowered both her orgasm blocks. Because she knew he was going to follow her rules this time.
***
Upstairs, Bobby was crying, not believing he was going through with it. Maybe it won't be that bad!But it's always really bad!But he HAD to cum after all that, even if it was this way!He tensed, feeling himself reach the point of no return-
***
Downstairs Ashley tensed, her glowing blue fingers ready to block Bobby's orgasm if he changed his mind at the last second-
***
Crying, just at the moment he was going to have his greatest pleasure, Bobby Thurgood let go of his cock. Completely.Immediately. To let it just jerk and twitch in the air, as it throbbed just above his bare abs. He was tense, his eyes shut tight, his bare feet clenched, his fingers gripping the bed sheet with white knuckles... And then he wailed as he felt weeks of cum rise up and slowly dribble out of his cock, giving him no pleasure at all.
***
“There you go, Bobby!” Ashley laughed downstairs. “Another great ruinedorgasm to add to the list!”She used her blue-glowing fingers to squeeze the air in front of her, about the size of a walnut, while thinking about her little brother's prostate. “Let's get all that icky cum out of you. Let's make this your biggest ruined orgasm ever!”
***
Bobby despaired as more and more semen came oozing out of his still hard cock and onto his abs, no faster than syrup dripping from a bottle. The muscles inside him clenched, pushing it out, but it was no more pleasureable than taking a weak piss. It was just leaking out of him, in a long stream! He had been so close! So ready, to feel his first real orgasm! Judging by the amount of cum, it would have been huge and pleasureable, just like all the other boys at school told him about! He cried even more as his cock just kept slowly pulsing out cum, covering his stomach, dripping onto his chest, leaking down between his thighs and across his hips to drip on the bed, like someone was pressing on his prostate from inside, robbing him of any chance of another orgasm tonight, or for the next few. And he hadn't felt one single pleasureable contraction at all!
***
Downstairs, Ashley was laughing and laughing and laughing. Her Powers could sense Bobby's desperation as his cock softened and became useless once again, still not once having felt the orgasmic pleasure every other boy his age had felt hundreds of times by now. She could practically taste her brother's utter despair as he started to clean up the lake of cum she had left him covered with, knowing he'd have to wait another thirty-one days to try again. It tasted like a hot, delicious chocolate and walnut brownie. Ashley pulled up her shorts, her tingling pussy forgotten as she grabbed her phone and started gleefully texting.
***
Bobby blushed as his phone buzzed, while he was cleaning up the last of the sticky, disgusting cum from his chest, stomach and thighs. He'd be sticky until he showered in the morning, but he was so humiliated, he just wanted to get to sleep!But he picked up his phone anyway. Bobby, the text from his sister read, hope you enjoyed your BIG, LONG orgasm tonight! I know you want to make nice HARD squirties like the other boys, but real orgasms aren't for little dicks like yours. Big, manly cocks like my boyfriend's Deshon get to pump out cum in hard spurts, like a real man should. But little baby dicks like yours only get nice 'gentle' orgasms once a month before they get tucked in for the night- those are the rules in this house! As long as I have Powers, I will never, ever, EVER let you have a real orgasm, not even once- your cum is going to weakly dribble out of that cute useless penis for the rest of your life! I'm going to get your first girlfriend to agree to my rules or she can't date you, the same for the one after that, and the one after that- all the way up to the woman you eventually marry! That is my solemn big sister pledge to you. Sleep tight! Love, XOXO, Ashley
THE END
You Know The Rules...
Dick hard, heart pounding, high-schooler Bobby Thurgood slipped his boxers off and started quickly playing with himself under the covers. He had to get this done fast, before someone sensed him!Masturbating in a land full of women with Sex Powers was always a dangerous proposition for any teenage boy, but his mother was staying over at her lover's house and he hadn't heard a single noise from his sister's room in over an hour. This might be his only chance this week! He closed his eyes and thought of the hottest girls in his class as his hand moved faster and faster on his hard, denied dick...
***
Downstairs in the darkened recreation room, nineteen-year old Ashley Thurgood pulled one of her Beats headphones away from her ear and paused the movie she had been watching on her laptop, as the slow ringing in her head continued to get louder. And when the sexual images Bobby was concentrating on started to flood her vision, as Sex Powers did for any nearby woman who wasn't trying to ignore them, she realized what it was and covered her laughing mouth with her hand.“Oh god,” she giggled, closing her laptop. “Bobby thinks I'm asleep!”
***
Upstairs, Bobby licked his lips as he felt his balls grow tight, the tingling starting. He pushed his covers away with his left hand, getting ready to spew cum all over his bare chest. It was going to be rushed, but at least it was going to be a fullorgasm!Winter had just broken into Spring, and with the warmer temperatures the girls in his class had really started putting the screws to the boys, showing off their legs with extremely short skirts or dresses all the time, wearing backless shirts in the warmer weather and flip-flops that left their cute nude feet on display all day. He had to cum before heading into that inferno again!
***
“Awww, are the mean girls from school cockteasing my poor little brother again?” Ashley laughed, sensing the backed up lust in Bobby's blue balls and every image that flashed through his mind as he masturbated. There had been a period of adjustment, as the women of the world started to see men's unfiltered thoughts whenever hand touched cock, when the Powers had first came. But that had been her mother's problem. By the time Ashley had come into her Powers, society had adjusted to the fact that men simply had no privacy anymore. Not unless they stopped masturbating. Which none of them could ever seem to do. The tall, athletic girl wearing only a thin t-shirt and short sleep shorts set her laptop aside and stretched out on the couch, crossing her feet at the ankles. “Well, then you definitely deserve a little relief, little brother” she giggled, closing her eyes to enjoy the show. A smile crossed her lips. “But only if you follow the rules.”
***
Upstairs, Bobby couldn't believe his luck as his balls pulled tighter. Usually one of the neighbor ladies or even Ashley stopped him before now!It was finally going to happen! He licked his lips and tried to think of someone special for the big finale, settling on Megan O'Kelly, a popular, busty blond who sat next to him in English and always wore tops that showed off most of her amazing teenage tits. He had practically seen her nipples yesterday, as she bent over to get her books!
***
“Don't get too distracted little, brother,” Ashley giggled, watching Bobby's fantasy of a nude, oiled up Megan O'Kelly bouncing up and down on his cock as he lay in his bed. She grinned, idly playing with her own hard nipples through her shirt, which had gotten aroused from all the healing sexual energy pouring out of Bobby's room. “You've got to keep your wits about you to do this right...” Her Powers reading even deeper into Bobby's mind the closer he came to orgasm, Ashley gasped. “That bastard! He's going to try and cheat!” Ashley's fingers left the hard nipple she was toying with through her shirt and made a Loop in the air pointing at Bobby's bedroom upstairs, one fingertip glowing blue as she called on her Powers for the first spell every girl learned...
***
Bobby stroked faster, his hand becoming a blur on his dry dick, his back arching off the bed, holding his breath-And slammed into his sister's orgasm block!He didn't feel even one pleasurable contraction, as the micro-second the muscles around his cock started to clench, to pump out his days and days of backed up cum, magic directed all that pressure back inside him instead, pushing his cum into his balls with more force than which they would have left. It was like getting kicked in the nuts, but from the inside!“Nooooooo!” Bobby wailed, trying to stroke through the block and defeat it, but stopping after the pain got too bad. He gasped, sweating and thrashing in bed, his cock steel hard and his balls even bluer than before. That orgasm block hadn't been there a few seconds ago- he had felt the magic spell being cast! Some nearby girl had cut him off at the very last second!
***
“Youdidn't follow the rules,” Ashley sang, giggling in the basement as her Powers sensed her little brother's straining, desperate, untouched cock two floors above her. She had denied her brother so long, fed off his sexual energy for so many years, that the connection between them was strong enough for her to actually see into his room!Like a picture in picture inside her mind, she could see him twisting on the bed, nude, his dick dripping, desperate, but still denied. “You know I'll let that little dick of yours cum any time you want Bobby,” she giggled to the empty room, “but only if you do it right.”
***
Upstairs, Bobby panted, not sure of what to do. The orgasm blocks the neighbor ladies put on him were usually pretty weak, them being middle-aged women who didn't have much sexual connection with him. If he tried a few more times, he could probably break through one of those. But if it was an orgasm block his sister had put on him...Ashley's blocks were like vault doors!He held his breath again, straining to listen. Usually he could hear her giggling in her room next door, when she blocked his orgasms, or teased his cock, or did any of the other million humiliating things sisters could now do to brothers with their sex magic. But he still couldn't hear anything, not even the creaking of her bed springs. She had to be asleep!His right hand slowly closed around his dick again.
***
“Oh, giving the old four-incher another pull, are we Bobby?” Ashley laughed, shaking her head. “If you knew how small you really were, you'd stop dreaming about girls like Megan O'Kelly. That slut would laugh your tiny dick right out of the room!” She sighed, pulling up her shirt a little to cool off her flat stomach, which had started to grow warm with healing sexual energy. “But I'll give you another chance to empty those poor aching nuts of yours,” his sister giggled. “As long as you follow the rules.”
***
Bobby gulped, using his left hand to play with his full balls while he stroked. He usually didn't have time to play with himself this much before someone caught him. But if he wanted to break through an old lady's orgasm block, he'd have to cum, and hard! The boy mewed and put his feet flat on the bed as he wanked, thrusting his hips towards the ceiling by instinct and closing his eyes as he got close once again...
***
“Oh little brother, are you never going to learn?” Ashley sighed, then doubled her orgasm block with a flick of a finger. She giggled as she sensed Bobby keep stroking at his furious pace- he hadn't felt the block go on this time! The girl put her hands behind her head and relaxed, ready to watch the train crash happen.
***
Bobby howled as he hit the orgasm block again! And this time it was even harder! It felt like two girls had tied him down, spread his legs wide apart, and were punching his nuts with their fists as hard as they could! The boy rocked in bed, clutching his throbbing balls and his dripping, denied dick as he remembered what his sister had told him years ago, one humiliating morning over breakfast. “The harder and faster the ramp up to orgasm, the harder the pain when a boy hits his magical block,” she had giggled, eating her cereal as casually as if she was talking about the local sports team. “So the only way to be sure to have a pain-free orgasm, then, little brother,” she had told the red-faced Bobby, “is to have a nice gentle one. One where the cum like, just barely dribbles out of you. I'm sorry, that's just a rule of life now.” And she had laughed as the boy's face had gotten even redder.
***
Downstairs, Ashley laughed and rubbed her long, bare legs together. “Think hard, little brother. You'll remember what I told you...”
***
Upstairs, when his balls had finally stopped hurting, as much as weeks of blue balls ever could, Bobby reluctantly pulled his boxer shorts back up his legs. If this was really one of Ashley's orgasm blocks, he had no chance of breaking it!And if she was awake, the alternative was too horrible to think about...Just think about math! the sweating boy told himself, rolling onto his side. That always puts you to sleep...
***
“Oh no you don't,” Ashley giggled, as she sensed her little brother's erection start to deflate. “Once you start something, you've got to finish it.”The girl lifted her toned butt off the couch and pulled down her sleep shorts in the darkness to expose her tight cotton panties, then started drawing circles over her clit through the thin material, starting slow but eventually going faster. “Here's a little motivation for you...”
***
Bobby gasped as his half-mast dick started to inflate again, ringing like a tuning fork. “Noooo!”This kind of sensation only happened one way; that meant Ashley was definitely awake!And masturbating!The boy blushed as just the thought of his long-haired, perfectly-tanned older sister touching herself sexually had him fully hard in just a matter of heartbeats. And with the extra arousal her masturbation was feeding to his body, like it was to all the sexually active males on the block right now, his dick got even harder than fully hard.It was a painful, throbbing missile about to shoot off from his body, the extra, magically-induced pumps of blood taking him past what his body was designed for, like shooting viagra directly into his veins!The boy started to cry, gripping his sheets as he begged the empty room.“No, Ashley! Please don't make me...”
***
“Come on little brother,” Ashley panted, her tiny panties damp where she had been rubbing them. “You know you want to.” She giggled, feeling the boy struggle not to grab his supernaturally hard and desperate cock. “Let's get your silly monthly release out of the way and then we can both sleep well tonight...”
***
Upstairs, Bobby was crying, his hard dick practically lifting him off the bed. “Please Ashley! Don't make me!” He gave in and started stroking his dripping cock furiously, then stopped and gripped his sheets again, his face going red. “Not again!”
***
Downstairs, Ashley cheered to herself when she sensed Bobby start stroking himself again, then laughed as he stopped shortly after. “Oh, you need more motivation?” She pulled her fingers out of her panties and stuck one in her mouth, sucking on the thin wet digit like it was a lover. “Here you go Bobby. A little gift from your big sister.”
***
Bobby wailed as he felt a coy psychic mouth start to suck on his penis. She couldn't do this to him!It wasn't fair!But the hot, wet, invisible mouth kept on sucking his trembling cock, driving him crazy with desire. He tried not to remember that it was an avatar of his sister'smouth, the same smirking lips he saw across the breakfast table every day, the same mouth she used to kiss her many hot, athlete boyfriends and do even more with them. He was feeling on his cock by magic,the same mouth they got to feel on their bigger dicks in real life. Many many times in real life, if the stories at school were to be believed- Bobby gave in and started stroking, writhing on the bed as his orgasm approached...
***
“There you go little brother, get it all out,” Ashley laughed, her finger leaving her mouth once she sensed Bobby's hand flying on his dick again. “It's not fair for a boy to walk around with balls that full all the time. A good big sister should help him go to sleep comfortably.” She sensed him get closer, looked deep inside his head, and then lowered both her orgasm blocks. Because she knew he was going to follow her rules this time.
***
Upstairs, Bobby was crying, not believing he was going through with it. Maybe it won't be that bad!But it's always really bad!But he HAD to cum after all that, even if it was this way!He tensed, feeling himself reach the point of no return-
***
Downstairs Ashley tensed, her glowing blue fingers ready to block Bobby's orgasm if he changed his mind at the last second-
***
Crying, just at the moment he was going to have his greatest pleasure, Bobby Thurgood let go of his cock. Completely.Immediately. To let it just jerk and twitch in the air, as it throbbed just above his bare abs. He was tense, his eyes shut tight, his bare feet clenched, his fingers gripping the bed sheet with white knuckles... And then he wailed as he felt weeks of cum rise up and slowly dribble out of his cock, giving him no pleasure at all.
***
“There you go, Bobby!” Ashley laughed downstairs. “Another great ruinedorgasm to add to the list!”She used her blue-glowing fingers to squeeze the air in front of her, about the size of a walnut, while thinking about her little brother's prostate. “Let's get all that icky cum out of you. Let's make this your biggest ruined orgasm ever!”
***
Bobby despaired as more and more semen came oozing out of his still hard cock and onto his abs, no faster than syrup dripping from a bottle. The muscles inside him clenched, pushing it out, but it was no more pleasureable than taking a weak piss. It was just leaking out of him, in a long stream! He had been so close! So ready, to feel his first real orgasm! Judging by the amount of cum, it would have been huge and pleasureable, just like all the other boys at school told him about! He cried even more as his cock just kept slowly pulsing out cum, covering his stomach, dripping onto his chest, leaking down between his thighs and across his hips to drip on the bed, like someone was pressing on his prostate from inside, robbing him of any chance of another orgasm tonight, or for the next few. And he hadn't felt one single pleasureable contraction at all!
***
Downstairs, Ashley was laughing and laughing and laughing. Her Powers could sense Bobby's desperation as his cock softened and became useless once again, still not once having felt the orgasmic pleasure every other boy his age had felt hundreds of times by now. She could practically taste her brother's utter despair as he started to clean up the lake of cum she had left him covered with, knowing he'd have to wait another thirty-one days to try again. It tasted like a hot, delicious chocolate and walnut brownie. Ashley pulled up her shorts, her tingling pussy forgotten as she grabbed her phone and started gleefully texting.
***
Bobby blushed as his phone buzzed, while he was cleaning up the last of the sticky, disgusting cum from his chest, stomach and thighs. He'd be sticky until he showered in the morning, but he was so humiliated, he just wanted to get to sleep!But he picked up his phone anyway. Bobby, the text from his sister read, hope you enjoyed your BIG, LONG orgasm tonight! I know you want to make nice HARD squirties like the other boys, but real orgasms aren't for little dicks like yours. Big, manly cocks like my boyfriend's Deshon get to pump out cum in hard spurts, like a real man should. But little baby dicks like yours only get nice 'gentle' orgasms once a month before they get tucked in for the night- those are the rules in this house! As long as I have Powers, I will never, ever, EVER let you have a real orgasm, not even once- your cum is going to weakly dribble out of that cute useless penis for the rest of your life! I'm going to get your first girlfriend to agree to my rules or she can't date you, the same for the one after that, and the one after that- all the way up to the woman you eventually marry! That is my solemn big sister pledge to you. Sleep tight! Love, XOXO, Ashley
THE END
September 30, 2016
Announcing the World's Biggest Fan-Written SPH Anthology Contest!
I'm thrilled to announce submissions are now OPEN for the first ever P.F. Dee-sponsored, fan-written, Small Penis Humiliation (SPH) anthology contest!
The rules are:
1. All submissions must feature small penis humiliation as an element. How much of an element this plays in the story is up to you, but you know how I love me some humiliation, and I'm the only judge in this contest!
2. All submissions must be in by November 30th, 2016. The earlier you send them, the greater chance they will make the anthology, since I will have to edit them before publication. Which reminds me...
3. All stories will be edited by P.F. Dee before publication. This is probably the biggest benefit of entering this anthology contest for new authors, to be professionally edited with FULL feedback given on your story, and why an editor might make the changes I did. All edits will be run past the author via email, with final approval on edits to me, but final approval to publish resting with the author.
Basically that means I'm going to make the edits I see fit to make the story as hot as possible in my eyes, but the author gets to decide if that edited story, after they see my draft, gets published or not. I'll try to respect the original vision of the author as much as possible, and I'm sure some of us will go back and forth on email a lot, but I've got a pretty clear vision on how fast and fun I want this anthology to be.
Don't worry, I'll work with you to make it great.
4. All authors will get an after-story page to take credit for their work and share links to find their other work. While the overall book will say "Edited by P.F. Dee." every accepted author will get a page after their story saying "This author believes in this and that, and more of their stories can be found at this link...."
The main purpose of this anthology is to give some new femdom authors some exposure (tee-hee) to my audience, and vice versa. So plan that author paragraph and submit it with your work!
5. The final e-book will published on P.F. Dee's Smashwords site, and the price will always be free. I'm not making money off of this; the point is to expose new SPH authors to my audience (and the world)!
6. All stories must follow the usual erotic fiction rules: no characters under 18, even in flashbacks or 'fantasy' realms. Yeah yeah, I know. It's a Smashwords rule, not mine.
7. And finally... every single story MUST start with the line "I always knew I had a small penis..." Yep, every accepted story will need to have that as its first line. You can take it where ever you want to go from there. But I want to see all the interesting stories that branch out from that common point, and I think it will give the overall anthology some cohesion.
Those are all the hard and fast rules. Folks that want to win this zero-dollar contest and get into the book would do well to keep in mind my 8 rules of femdom fiction, handily summarized in this infographic here. It's one of the main criteria I'm going to use to judge the entries!
So that's it. I've never tried this before, I don't know if anyone will respond, and I don't know how long this editing process will take. But as noted SPH enthusiast Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
Submit all entries by November 30th to: pfdee@comcast.net.
And have fun!
The rules are:
1. All submissions must feature small penis humiliation as an element. How much of an element this plays in the story is up to you, but you know how I love me some humiliation, and I'm the only judge in this contest!
2. All submissions must be in by November 30th, 2016. The earlier you send them, the greater chance they will make the anthology, since I will have to edit them before publication. Which reminds me...
3. All stories will be edited by P.F. Dee before publication. This is probably the biggest benefit of entering this anthology contest for new authors, to be professionally edited with FULL feedback given on your story, and why an editor might make the changes I did. All edits will be run past the author via email, with final approval on edits to me, but final approval to publish resting with the author.
Basically that means I'm going to make the edits I see fit to make the story as hot as possible in my eyes, but the author gets to decide if that edited story, after they see my draft, gets published or not. I'll try to respect the original vision of the author as much as possible, and I'm sure some of us will go back and forth on email a lot, but I've got a pretty clear vision on how fast and fun I want this anthology to be.
Don't worry, I'll work with you to make it great.
4. All authors will get an after-story page to take credit for their work and share links to find their other work. While the overall book will say "Edited by P.F. Dee." every accepted author will get a page after their story saying "This author believes in this and that, and more of their stories can be found at this link...."
The main purpose of this anthology is to give some new femdom authors some exposure (tee-hee) to my audience, and vice versa. So plan that author paragraph and submit it with your work!
5. The final e-book will published on P.F. Dee's Smashwords site, and the price will always be free. I'm not making money off of this; the point is to expose new SPH authors to my audience (and the world)!
6. All stories must follow the usual erotic fiction rules: no characters under 18, even in flashbacks or 'fantasy' realms. Yeah yeah, I know. It's a Smashwords rule, not mine.
7. And finally... every single story MUST start with the line "I always knew I had a small penis..." Yep, every accepted story will need to have that as its first line. You can take it where ever you want to go from there. But I want to see all the interesting stories that branch out from that common point, and I think it will give the overall anthology some cohesion.
Those are all the hard and fast rules. Folks that want to win this zero-dollar contest and get into the book would do well to keep in mind my 8 rules of femdom fiction, handily summarized in this infographic here. It's one of the main criteria I'm going to use to judge the entries!
So that's it. I've never tried this before, I don't know if anyone will respond, and I don't know how long this editing process will take. But as noted SPH enthusiast Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
Submit all entries by November 30th to: pfdee@comcast.net.
And have fun!
Sex Powers University Episode 3.5 is finally published!
With 0 days left until my self-imposed deadline, I finally published the next-to-last episode of Sex Powers University this year:
You can buy it from my Smashwords page here.
Whew. If I had known back in January how taxing this grand episodic-book-a-month experiment would be, I might never have done it! (But I have learned a lot about what my true writing speed is and the magic that can happen on a deadline.)
Okay fans, take your time reading SPU 3.5, because there's a very real chance the final chapter won't come out until the new year. (Because of Literotica stuff.)
(But I'm still faster than George R.R. Martin!)
(And Happy Birthday Miles Prower. Hope you enjoy it!)
P.F. Dee
You can buy it from my Smashwords page here.
Whew. If I had known back in January how taxing this grand episodic-book-a-month experiment would be, I might never have done it! (But I have learned a lot about what my true writing speed is and the magic that can happen on a deadline.)
Okay fans, take your time reading SPU 3.5, because there's a very real chance the final chapter won't come out until the new year. (Because of Literotica stuff.)
(But I'm still faster than George R.R. Martin!)
(And Happy Birthday Miles Prower. Hope you enjoy it!)
P.F. Dee
September 5, 2016
On Motivation, Priorities, and a release date for Sex Powers University 3.5
So as I said in the comments of the previous post, the planned release date for Sex Powers University 3.5 is September 30th. I've even got the cover already worked out:
Even though I'm 1/3rd of the way through the first draft of SPU 3.5, I really, really want to write more of my Literotica short story instead, "The Accidental Porn Star". (Chapter 4 finally posted here!)
And because this same, book-killing struggle happens to a lot of other erotic authors when they think of a distracting new short story idea, I thought I'd reveal some strategies to get around it. First, let's define the problem.
Problem: The new story idea you just thought of will always be more interesting than the developed book idea you're currently working on.
This happens because, by definition, the new idea is new and shiny and unexplored. Just thinking about all the things that COULD happen- why, I could do this! And then this! And then this could happen!
By contrast, the well-trod, beaten down plot summary you've already worked out to great detail seems so boring. You already know what's going to happen, because you had to work out all the surprises and scribble them on note cards or a legal pad or something, to be ready to write them. For your half-finished book you've already done the fun part (brainstorming and following shiny new ideas through the woods) and now all that's left is the hard part. (Actually writing the damn thing. Word. By. Word.)
This is exactly what happened to me around June. Sex Powers University 3.5 was due, but I read this great thread on the Literotica idea boards where some girl wanted a story about a nice, innocent housewife that was 'accidentally' turned into a porn star. And I thought up a great plot idea based on what I read.
And then I thought up the first line.
And then the first page.
And then I was writing.
'The Accidental Porn Star' chapter 1 clocked in at 3400 words. That's not much of a distraction from what I should be writing, I told myself. I can stop anytime.
'APS' chapter 2 cruised in at 4700 words. APS 3 was 9300 (almost an SPU episode length by itself) and APS 4 was a whopping 15,300 words.
So besides the fact that each chapter increased in size, I've now spent 32,700 words on a 'side project' instead of writing what I promised the paying fans I would, which is SPU 3.5. 32,700 words is a whole book by itself!
And right now I'm thinking about scenes I could put into Accidental Porn Star chapter 5 while I should be writing SPU 3.5!
Sure, I can stop anytime, I told myself.
Bullshit.
So how do you stay on target?This long weekend I finally cracked SPU 3.5 open again and put about 3-4 hours of work editing the first bits and actually writing. And now I'm back in that saddle, looking towards my September 30th release date.
So how do you pull your lizard brain away from the new shiny distraction and back to the story that looked so good when you first thought of it? Here are some tips.
#1. A deadline. Deadlines do work wonders. That's why I committed to the September 30th date.
#2. Go back to basics.We've got so much crap going on in Sex Powers University right now. (Spoilers for SPU year 3!)
Troy about to be cheerfully cucked by Amber. He's still got the femme boi transformation thing happening each weekend, and Cheyenne is still angry at him, and Melina still out there, and whatever's going on with his roommates. Jess is taking on professional sex fighters, and they're coming to get her, and she's still dealing with feeling like their should be more to life and then there's Amber's story with the succubi meditation and the cock totems and ruined O's and .....
Whew.
All the plot threads I've built up in the previous SPU chapters sometimes feel like a mountain of obligations I now have to service, instead of awesome story points to play with. Writing a clean sheet femsub story and posting it on Literotica just seemed like the easier road.
So when you find yourself paralyzed and burdened by all the previous continuity you think you have to maintain to keep your big, involved plot going, just... go back to basics.
Sex Powers University started off as a fun, fast tease-and-denial story where Troy was humiliated by his sister and high school crush finding out about his extremely small penis, his foot fetish, and all the other fun humiliations girls can give to boys in the Powers Universe. So when I needed to motivate myself to write SPU 3.5, I went back to that.
I put SPH and T&D, right in the first chapter. Humiliation and blue balls for Troy, right from the beginning. Just simple, fun scenes between him and Amber, him and the cheerleaders, Jess and Gia. Nothing fancy, real bread and butter stuff.
If they moved the plot forward, that's good too. But the most important point was to move the author forward. To make me love writing in that universe again.
So now that story's rolling again, it's my main writing project (the Literotica fans will just have to wait) and I'm on track to hit that September deadline.
And if you find yourself stalled in the middle of a long-running piece of erotic fiction and itching to write all those new shiny ideas and abandon your fans instead, just do two things and you'll be back in:
#1. Set a deadline.#2. Take your story back to basics.Hope that helps someone out there, and look out for SPU 3.5 at the end of September!
P. F. Dee
Even though I'm 1/3rd of the way through the first draft of SPU 3.5, I really, really want to write more of my Literotica short story instead, "The Accidental Porn Star". (Chapter 4 finally posted here!)And because this same, book-killing struggle happens to a lot of other erotic authors when they think of a distracting new short story idea, I thought I'd reveal some strategies to get around it. First, let's define the problem.
Problem: The new story idea you just thought of will always be more interesting than the developed book idea you're currently working on.
This happens because, by definition, the new idea is new and shiny and unexplored. Just thinking about all the things that COULD happen- why, I could do this! And then this! And then this could happen!
By contrast, the well-trod, beaten down plot summary you've already worked out to great detail seems so boring. You already know what's going to happen, because you had to work out all the surprises and scribble them on note cards or a legal pad or something, to be ready to write them. For your half-finished book you've already done the fun part (brainstorming and following shiny new ideas through the woods) and now all that's left is the hard part. (Actually writing the damn thing. Word. By. Word.)
This is exactly what happened to me around June. Sex Powers University 3.5 was due, but I read this great thread on the Literotica idea boards where some girl wanted a story about a nice, innocent housewife that was 'accidentally' turned into a porn star. And I thought up a great plot idea based on what I read.
And then I thought up the first line.
And then the first page.
And then I was writing.
'The Accidental Porn Star' chapter 1 clocked in at 3400 words. That's not much of a distraction from what I should be writing, I told myself. I can stop anytime.
'APS' chapter 2 cruised in at 4700 words. APS 3 was 9300 (almost an SPU episode length by itself) and APS 4 was a whopping 15,300 words.
So besides the fact that each chapter increased in size, I've now spent 32,700 words on a 'side project' instead of writing what I promised the paying fans I would, which is SPU 3.5. 32,700 words is a whole book by itself!
And right now I'm thinking about scenes I could put into Accidental Porn Star chapter 5 while I should be writing SPU 3.5!
Sure, I can stop anytime, I told myself.
Bullshit.
So how do you stay on target?This long weekend I finally cracked SPU 3.5 open again and put about 3-4 hours of work editing the first bits and actually writing. And now I'm back in that saddle, looking towards my September 30th release date.
So how do you pull your lizard brain away from the new shiny distraction and back to the story that looked so good when you first thought of it? Here are some tips.
#1. A deadline. Deadlines do work wonders. That's why I committed to the September 30th date.
#2. Go back to basics.We've got so much crap going on in Sex Powers University right now. (Spoilers for SPU year 3!)
Troy about to be cheerfully cucked by Amber. He's still got the femme boi transformation thing happening each weekend, and Cheyenne is still angry at him, and Melina still out there, and whatever's going on with his roommates. Jess is taking on professional sex fighters, and they're coming to get her, and she's still dealing with feeling like their should be more to life and then there's Amber's story with the succubi meditation and the cock totems and ruined O's and .....
Whew.
All the plot threads I've built up in the previous SPU chapters sometimes feel like a mountain of obligations I now have to service, instead of awesome story points to play with. Writing a clean sheet femsub story and posting it on Literotica just seemed like the easier road.
So when you find yourself paralyzed and burdened by all the previous continuity you think you have to maintain to keep your big, involved plot going, just... go back to basics.
Sex Powers University started off as a fun, fast tease-and-denial story where Troy was humiliated by his sister and high school crush finding out about his extremely small penis, his foot fetish, and all the other fun humiliations girls can give to boys in the Powers Universe. So when I needed to motivate myself to write SPU 3.5, I went back to that.
I put SPH and T&D, right in the first chapter. Humiliation and blue balls for Troy, right from the beginning. Just simple, fun scenes between him and Amber, him and the cheerleaders, Jess and Gia. Nothing fancy, real bread and butter stuff.
If they moved the plot forward, that's good too. But the most important point was to move the author forward. To make me love writing in that universe again.
So now that story's rolling again, it's my main writing project (the Literotica fans will just have to wait) and I'm on track to hit that September deadline.
And if you find yourself stalled in the middle of a long-running piece of erotic fiction and itching to write all those new shiny ideas and abandon your fans instead, just do two things and you'll be back in:
#1. Set a deadline.#2. Take your story back to basics.Hope that helps someone out there, and look out for SPU 3.5 at the end of September!
P. F. Dee
July 31, 2016
I'm on Literotica! (And what other erotic writers can expect when they submit to Literotica)
So I got inspired by a post on Literotica's "Idea Board" to write a femsub story about an innocent housewife that 'accidentally' gets turned into a semi-famous porn star. Since it was femsub and not my usual femdom, I posted it on Literotica only and not here. (If you want to read them, here's the link to part 1, and here's the link to part 2. Part 3 coming.)
Along the way, I learned a few very surprising things about how the big L works, which I figured I'd pass on for any budding erotica writers just starting out. Here we go.
#1: The posting lag. Oh my god the posting lag.
So we're in the year 2016, right? Can everyone take a moment to look at their calendars or sundials and confirm it's 2016 where you are too? Well, for most of us, in the year 2016, if you type something into a webpage and hit "Submit", you kind of expect it to process, well, instantly, right?
Comments on webpages show up right after you submit them. Posting on forums happen right when you submit them. Even posting to Youtube, there's like a 2-5 minute processing time, but that starts the moment you hit "Submit" and that's pretty fast to process a video. Everything else on the web processes from the moment you hit "Submit".
Not Literotica.
This boggles my mind, but the absolute largest free erotic library on the web, with 100% user-submitted works in every possible fetish and genre, still has a 72-hour to SEVEN DAY MANUAL APPROVAL PROCESS FOR EVERY STORY.
SEVEN.
FUCKING.
DAYS.
That was the biggest WTF when posting to Literotica, that after I did all my editing (and re-editing, and re-editing) and submitted it, some human, somewhere, had to review the entire story (to quality check the arousal factor?) MANUALLY over the next SEVEN days before the public could see it.
Who are these people? Why are they there? What are they looking for in the stories? How many boners (and lady-boners) does a story have to cause before it's "Accepted" by Literotica? Because I've read some of the stuff on that site, and it's awful.
Maybe they're checking for spam, maybe they're checking for Nigerian hackers, but that was the weirdest thing about the whole process, waiting 7 days for my work to be posted. If you submit in just text format, it takes "only" 72 hours they say (Progress! By Moore's law, in 10 years maybe it will only take 5 hours to post a story to that site!) but then you lose all italics and bold formatting, and that's a big thing.
On my blog, the second I hit Submit, it's up. Same for orgasmdenial.com. The same for literally everything else out there on web 2.0. I don't get it. Weird.
#2: The crazy number of views So, when I post a femdom writing tip here on my blog, it maxes out at about 200 views after a few weeks. My deep thoughts on when to end a scene or how to escalate tension throughout stories only interest about 200 femdom authors in the world. (That's fine, not everybody can be at the top of the bell curve, craft-wise.)
When I post an actual fiction story like Pool Days or My Tough As Nails Marine Corps Wife and promote it through orgasmdenial.com where I've built up a lot of goodwill, then I max out at 2,000 views in a few weeks to a month. That's a huge number for me, and seeing that big spike in traffic after each piece of fiction I post is one of the rushes that keeps me writing. (That and your comments!)
But posting my two stories on Literotica got me 20,000 views in about 2 weeks (and still going up!), with absolutely no advertising from me at all. Let's review:
200 views for the best (and only?) femdom writing tips on the world wide web2,000 views for a hot piece of short femdom fiction, after promotion on a fan-friendly site like OD where I've cultivated a lot of goodwill by being a long-time member of the community. 20,000 views on Literotica without any promotion at all, where I was writing in a genre I'd rarely touched, where absolutely no one knew my name. What I'm trying to show is the different scales of the ponds you can swim in as an erotic author. 200 views is still a lot, that's a huge classroom, and I'm honored that many authors care about whatever writing tip I'm blathering on about that day. But if I post a piece of fiction on the big L, I'd probably get that many views in the time it took me to write this blog article.
Maybe it is worth waiting SEVEN FUCKING DAYS to get a new story up there each time.
#3: The total lockdown on any kind of self-promotion at all
So Literotica is about serving the erotic reading community, right? So if readers find an author they really love, Literotica makes it super easy to find that author's other work on Amazon or Smashwords, right?
Nope.
But if authors want to be generous and post the first few chapters of their for-sale erotic books for free on a site made up entirely of eager, dedicated erotic literature fans, they can do that too, right?
Nope.
But just a short link to your blog or Smashwords site at the end of a 20,000 word free story you've just posted to increase their traffic is okay, right?
Triple Nope Nope Nope.
It's crazy, but Literotica has some of the most restrictive self-promotion rules I've ever seen in any genre. No links in your stories. No posting free chapters. No real way for readers to contact you. No way to link to your ebook stores.
That's because Literotica isn't there to expand the Erotic Literature community (even though it has those two words in its Monday-to-Friday name). It's not there to serve erotic readers. It's not there to serve erotic writers. It's there to serve Literotica, and what ever money-making paradigm they use so they don't have to become Literotica.org or Literotica.net. (Or Literotica.gov. Can you imagine? Shudder.)
It's a huge marketplace with 100-1000x the customers you could ever hope to contact anywhere else, who are probably super interested in your product, but walled off so you can only do things inside there and not bring that success out to anywhere else. In that way, it's a lot like Communist China is for America businesses.
And in that way, I'm probably going to treat it a lot like Communist China. I'll always be envious of all those customers I could help if given a chance, but if they're going to wall it off so no one can profit except their overlords, I'll make products for that market only when I feel like it and when I have the time, and focus most of my efforts on writing great stuff for my blog, smashwords.com, and orgasmdenial.com. (ALL of which can link to each other BTW, if ANYONE FROM LITEROTICA IS READING THIS.)
#4: The crazy hostile reader comments if God help you, you post your story in the wrong category
This is something I noticed during reading, not posting there, but if you have a story where a loving wife gleefully cuckolds a submissive husband because that's what he's always wanted, and you post it in the "Loving Wife" category, prepare to get DESTROYED in the reader comments.
Your story has a few bi or gay elements and you don't post it in the "Gay Male" category. FLAME WAR ARMAGEDDON.
It's a crazy amount of hate for well-written stories that could legitimately go into that category but don't match up with what some "accepted" view of what that category should be.
If I had more time I'd find some examples. Watch this space for future edits. (WHICH I CAN DO WITHOUT HAVING TO WAIT SEVEN FUCKING DAYS, BECAUSE WE LIVE IN THE FUTURE, LITEROTICA, NOT 1999.)
So those are a few of the crazy surprising things I've learned from posting on Literotica for the first time. If anyone has any tips for breaking into Communist China, please leave them in the comments, and if you want to hear more about my adventures as an erotic author posting places (next stop... Wattpad?) let me know too.
Hope that helped!
P.F. Dee
Along the way, I learned a few very surprising things about how the big L works, which I figured I'd pass on for any budding erotica writers just starting out. Here we go.
#1: The posting lag. Oh my god the posting lag.
So we're in the year 2016, right? Can everyone take a moment to look at their calendars or sundials and confirm it's 2016 where you are too? Well, for most of us, in the year 2016, if you type something into a webpage and hit "Submit", you kind of expect it to process, well, instantly, right?
Comments on webpages show up right after you submit them. Posting on forums happen right when you submit them. Even posting to Youtube, there's like a 2-5 minute processing time, but that starts the moment you hit "Submit" and that's pretty fast to process a video. Everything else on the web processes from the moment you hit "Submit".
Not Literotica.
This boggles my mind, but the absolute largest free erotic library on the web, with 100% user-submitted works in every possible fetish and genre, still has a 72-hour to SEVEN DAY MANUAL APPROVAL PROCESS FOR EVERY STORY.
SEVEN.
FUCKING.
DAYS.
That was the biggest WTF when posting to Literotica, that after I did all my editing (and re-editing, and re-editing) and submitted it, some human, somewhere, had to review the entire story (to quality check the arousal factor?) MANUALLY over the next SEVEN days before the public could see it.
Who are these people? Why are they there? What are they looking for in the stories? How many boners (and lady-boners) does a story have to cause before it's "Accepted" by Literotica? Because I've read some of the stuff on that site, and it's awful.
Maybe they're checking for spam, maybe they're checking for Nigerian hackers, but that was the weirdest thing about the whole process, waiting 7 days for my work to be posted. If you submit in just text format, it takes "only" 72 hours they say (Progress! By Moore's law, in 10 years maybe it will only take 5 hours to post a story to that site!) but then you lose all italics and bold formatting, and that's a big thing.
On my blog, the second I hit Submit, it's up. Same for orgasmdenial.com. The same for literally everything else out there on web 2.0. I don't get it. Weird.
#2: The crazy number of views So, when I post a femdom writing tip here on my blog, it maxes out at about 200 views after a few weeks. My deep thoughts on when to end a scene or how to escalate tension throughout stories only interest about 200 femdom authors in the world. (That's fine, not everybody can be at the top of the bell curve, craft-wise.)
When I post an actual fiction story like Pool Days or My Tough As Nails Marine Corps Wife and promote it through orgasmdenial.com where I've built up a lot of goodwill, then I max out at 2,000 views in a few weeks to a month. That's a huge number for me, and seeing that big spike in traffic after each piece of fiction I post is one of the rushes that keeps me writing. (That and your comments!)
But posting my two stories on Literotica got me 20,000 views in about 2 weeks (and still going up!), with absolutely no advertising from me at all. Let's review:
200 views for the best (and only?) femdom writing tips on the world wide web2,000 views for a hot piece of short femdom fiction, after promotion on a fan-friendly site like OD where I've cultivated a lot of goodwill by being a long-time member of the community. 20,000 views on Literotica without any promotion at all, where I was writing in a genre I'd rarely touched, where absolutely no one knew my name. What I'm trying to show is the different scales of the ponds you can swim in as an erotic author. 200 views is still a lot, that's a huge classroom, and I'm honored that many authors care about whatever writing tip I'm blathering on about that day. But if I post a piece of fiction on the big L, I'd probably get that many views in the time it took me to write this blog article.
Maybe it is worth waiting SEVEN FUCKING DAYS to get a new story up there each time.
#3: The total lockdown on any kind of self-promotion at all
So Literotica is about serving the erotic reading community, right? So if readers find an author they really love, Literotica makes it super easy to find that author's other work on Amazon or Smashwords, right?
Nope.
But if authors want to be generous and post the first few chapters of their for-sale erotic books for free on a site made up entirely of eager, dedicated erotic literature fans, they can do that too, right?
Nope.
But just a short link to your blog or Smashwords site at the end of a 20,000 word free story you've just posted to increase their traffic is okay, right?
Triple Nope Nope Nope.
It's crazy, but Literotica has some of the most restrictive self-promotion rules I've ever seen in any genre. No links in your stories. No posting free chapters. No real way for readers to contact you. No way to link to your ebook stores.
That's because Literotica isn't there to expand the Erotic Literature community (even though it has those two words in its Monday-to-Friday name). It's not there to serve erotic readers. It's not there to serve erotic writers. It's there to serve Literotica, and what ever money-making paradigm they use so they don't have to become Literotica.org or Literotica.net. (Or Literotica.gov. Can you imagine? Shudder.)
It's a huge marketplace with 100-1000x the customers you could ever hope to contact anywhere else, who are probably super interested in your product, but walled off so you can only do things inside there and not bring that success out to anywhere else. In that way, it's a lot like Communist China is for America businesses.
And in that way, I'm probably going to treat it a lot like Communist China. I'll always be envious of all those customers I could help if given a chance, but if they're going to wall it off so no one can profit except their overlords, I'll make products for that market only when I feel like it and when I have the time, and focus most of my efforts on writing great stuff for my blog, smashwords.com, and orgasmdenial.com. (ALL of which can link to each other BTW, if ANYONE FROM LITEROTICA IS READING THIS.)
#4: The crazy hostile reader comments if God help you, you post your story in the wrong category
This is something I noticed during reading, not posting there, but if you have a story where a loving wife gleefully cuckolds a submissive husband because that's what he's always wanted, and you post it in the "Loving Wife" category, prepare to get DESTROYED in the reader comments.
Your story has a few bi or gay elements and you don't post it in the "Gay Male" category. FLAME WAR ARMAGEDDON.
It's a crazy amount of hate for well-written stories that could legitimately go into that category but don't match up with what some "accepted" view of what that category should be.
If I had more time I'd find some examples. Watch this space for future edits. (WHICH I CAN DO WITHOUT HAVING TO WAIT SEVEN FUCKING DAYS, BECAUSE WE LIVE IN THE FUTURE, LITEROTICA, NOT 1999.)
So those are a few of the crazy surprising things I've learned from posting on Literotica for the first time. If anyone has any tips for breaking into Communist China, please leave them in the comments, and if you want to hear more about my adventures as an erotic author posting places (next stop... Wattpad?) let me know too.
Hope that helped!
P.F. Dee
July 7, 2016
New Blog Header- like, love, or hate?
So I added a new header image to this blog, (a girl reading in her birthday suit) and long-time readers will have to tell me if it adds to your viewing experience or just mucks up the scaling.
Also, we have two possible images to go with here, the first, already up there, as you can see:
And a second choice, with a different tagline and saucier girl:
Which one would you guys rather look at, every time you visit this blog? Or neither? Let me know in the comments.
Sex Powers University 3.5 is still being written, and I've been doing some embarrassed housewife stuff for Literotica if THAT SITE EVER GETS OFF ITS ASS AND POSTS MY STORY. (5 days and counting between submission and posting. Is that normal for any community-driven webpage in 2016?)
Anyway, let me know about the new header!
P.F. Dee
Also, we have two possible images to go with here, the first, already up there, as you can see:
And a second choice, with a different tagline and saucier girl:
Which one would you guys rather look at, every time you visit this blog? Or neither? Let me know in the comments.
Sex Powers University 3.5 is still being written, and I've been doing some embarrassed housewife stuff for Literotica if THAT SITE EVER GETS OFF ITS ASS AND POSTS MY STORY. (5 days and counting between submission and posting. Is that normal for any community-driven webpage in 2016?)
Anyway, let me know about the new header!
P.F. Dee
June 18, 2016
Writing Basics: When should I end a scene?
So as I'm diligently working on the next chapter of Sex Powers University, I'm helping a few other femdom authors sharpen their work with edits or writing tips.
(Didn't know that you could send me your femdom fiction and get detailed critiques of how you might improve? You can- I'll reply to anyone that sends me a femdom story at pfdee@comcast.net! All I ask is that you specifically state what you want critiques on (dialog, flow, is this hot?, plot, pacing, etc.) and be open to comments. You can send a first draft, but you'll get more out of it if you send your second.)
And recently someone asked this awesome question: "I don't have a feel for 'flow' when writing. When is it appropriate to add breaks? A longer story with multiple scenes?"
This question looks simple but has a profound impact on the pace of your story. Some people break scenes too often. Some, not enough. If any of you have ever found yourself doubting yourself or looking for rules on when to end a scene, read on.
In my philosophy, there are only three sections of any scene: The Ramp Up, the Linger, and the Ramp Down. (Picture it like a line graph.)
In the Ramp Up, you want to establish quickly and clearly what the Goal of the scene is. Timmy is nude in his sister's room and needs to escape without being caught! Jeff needs to convince his secretary to not tell all the other office girls about his tiny penis! Whatever. But establish it fast, along with some Goalpost, some way to measure progress towards or away from that Goal.In the first example, Timmy's proximity to his room and the noise from his unaware sister's slumber party downstairs are two ways for us to tell how well things are going in his plan to get his naked butt safely back to his room. The Goal comes first, then the Goalpost so we, the reader, are given clues (and can anticipate!) progress towards meeting that goal.
Some methods also call this The Dramatic Question. WILL a nude Timmy trapped in his sister's room be able to make it back to his room without being caught? However you want to look at it, establish Goal and Goalpost early, steadily increasing reader excitement as this section goes. Hence the term, Ramp Up.
Once established, now the scene can Linger. This should take up the most words in your scene- it's the entire reason you're writing it after all! Let the main (submissive) character twist in the wind, let him/her have a success, a success and then failure.
Timmy opens his sisters door and doesn't see any one. (Success!)
He creeps down the hall, heart pounding, little dick hard, and almost knocks over the lamp on the hall table but catches it before it crashes to the ground! (Success!)
But then he steps on the creaky board in the floor and the girls in the slumber party downstairs stop talking for a minute! (A small failure.)
Nah, that's pretty lame failure. How about:
Holding the caught lamp, Timmy looks up to see his sister's best friend is at the top of the stairs, her mouth wide open in shock as she looks at him! (That's better.)
Again, the Linger bit should take the most space inside your scene. This is where you take time to wallow in the situation that made you want to write the scene in the first place, where you throw in all that hot, teasing dialogue from your dominant female hurricanes that make you tingle when you think about it. You've done the set-up work, enjoy the rewards.
. (Suzie's slowly pads towards a deer-in-the-headlights Timmy and giggles "And what are YOU doing up here, nudie boy? And why is your little thingy SO hard?")
And remember, going from the Ramp Up to Linger, we STILL haven't had any breaks in the scene. We haven't thrown in a "***" and a few lines of white space. It's still one continuous scene, and I'm getting to the rules on when to end it.
Finally, after the scene's big Dramatic Question has been answered (Will nude Timmy make it back to his room safely? Nope, Suzie just caught him.) then you need to Ramp Down. This is a section letting down reader interest in the original goal and tying up any loose ends. You don't necessarily have to slow the pace, just unwind and disconnect from the current goal. (Because the next scene will have its own, different, Goal and Goalpost).
(Suzie takes the lamp out of Timmy's shaking hands, sets it back on the hall table, and grabs his hard little cock instead. "Come on, nudie boy- let's go show ALL the girls downstairs the naughty little fish I just caught!")
In this case, the lamp was a loose end. You can't start a new scene without telling readers what happened to that lamp! (I'm sort of kidding, but not really. Imagine if the scene broke right after Suzie saw him, and the next scene started with Timmy in the middle of all his sister's friends, nude. That would feel a little jarring, right?)
So at the simplest level, that's how I measure a scene's flow: Ramp Up, Linger, Ramp Down. You identify which section you are in and see if the action and paragraph pace is appropriate for it.
So when do you break a scene? My way is unconventional, but I say break it whenever you want to switch from one Goal to another. Some people say only break when there is a break in time ("5 days later...") but I say it's better when there's a break in Goals.
In our second example, Jeff's first goal is to convince his secretary not to tell anyone about his really small penis, that she saw when he accidentally emailed his nude pictures to her instead of his mistress! He tries to bribe, then threaten her, and that backfires (big failure). She gets out of her chair and starts heading towards the secretaries room with her smart phone in her hand and a BIG smile on her face. His new goal is to convince her not to tell the other secretaries about his tiny penis RIGHT NOW!
Even though those two scenes take place with absolutely no time between them, I would throw a *** between his secretary getting out of her chair with a smile on her face and Jeff begging her not to show the pictures to all the girls in the break room as they go down the hall.
This works because we are switching between one Goal and another. Breaking there lets you have a new Ramp Up as they get closer and closer to the secretaries' break room (Goalpost), and that increasing tension draws the reader forward. Constant, high tension gets exhausting. You need changes in tension, acceleration and deceleration, and ramping up and down over short ranges like a sports car is much more exciting than no scene breaks in a chapter at all, which is like accelerating a loaded cruise ship.
So that's today's writing tip: if you're stuck or doubting your scene breaks, plot each scene as a Ramp Up, Linger, and Ramp Down. And then break the scene after the Goal set up in the Ramp Up gets resolved in the Ramp Down.
Hope that helps!
P. F. Dee
(Didn't know that you could send me your femdom fiction and get detailed critiques of how you might improve? You can- I'll reply to anyone that sends me a femdom story at pfdee@comcast.net! All I ask is that you specifically state what you want critiques on (dialog, flow, is this hot?, plot, pacing, etc.) and be open to comments. You can send a first draft, but you'll get more out of it if you send your second.)
And recently someone asked this awesome question: "I don't have a feel for 'flow' when writing. When is it appropriate to add breaks? A longer story with multiple scenes?"
This question looks simple but has a profound impact on the pace of your story. Some people break scenes too often. Some, not enough. If any of you have ever found yourself doubting yourself or looking for rules on when to end a scene, read on.
In my philosophy, there are only three sections of any scene: The Ramp Up, the Linger, and the Ramp Down. (Picture it like a line graph.)
In the Ramp Up, you want to establish quickly and clearly what the Goal of the scene is. Timmy is nude in his sister's room and needs to escape without being caught! Jeff needs to convince his secretary to not tell all the other office girls about his tiny penis! Whatever. But establish it fast, along with some Goalpost, some way to measure progress towards or away from that Goal.In the first example, Timmy's proximity to his room and the noise from his unaware sister's slumber party downstairs are two ways for us to tell how well things are going in his plan to get his naked butt safely back to his room. The Goal comes first, then the Goalpost so we, the reader, are given clues (and can anticipate!) progress towards meeting that goal.
Some methods also call this The Dramatic Question. WILL a nude Timmy trapped in his sister's room be able to make it back to his room without being caught? However you want to look at it, establish Goal and Goalpost early, steadily increasing reader excitement as this section goes. Hence the term, Ramp Up.
Once established, now the scene can Linger. This should take up the most words in your scene- it's the entire reason you're writing it after all! Let the main (submissive) character twist in the wind, let him/her have a success, a success and then failure.
Timmy opens his sisters door and doesn't see any one. (Success!)
He creeps down the hall, heart pounding, little dick hard, and almost knocks over the lamp on the hall table but catches it before it crashes to the ground! (Success!)
But then he steps on the creaky board in the floor and the girls in the slumber party downstairs stop talking for a minute! (A small failure.)
Nah, that's pretty lame failure. How about:
Holding the caught lamp, Timmy looks up to see his sister's best friend is at the top of the stairs, her mouth wide open in shock as she looks at him! (That's better.)
Again, the Linger bit should take the most space inside your scene. This is where you take time to wallow in the situation that made you want to write the scene in the first place, where you throw in all that hot, teasing dialogue from your dominant female hurricanes that make you tingle when you think about it. You've done the set-up work, enjoy the rewards.
. (Suzie's slowly pads towards a deer-in-the-headlights Timmy and giggles "And what are YOU doing up here, nudie boy? And why is your little thingy SO hard?")
And remember, going from the Ramp Up to Linger, we STILL haven't had any breaks in the scene. We haven't thrown in a "***" and a few lines of white space. It's still one continuous scene, and I'm getting to the rules on when to end it.
Finally, after the scene's big Dramatic Question has been answered (Will nude Timmy make it back to his room safely? Nope, Suzie just caught him.) then you need to Ramp Down. This is a section letting down reader interest in the original goal and tying up any loose ends. You don't necessarily have to slow the pace, just unwind and disconnect from the current goal. (Because the next scene will have its own, different, Goal and Goalpost).
(Suzie takes the lamp out of Timmy's shaking hands, sets it back on the hall table, and grabs his hard little cock instead. "Come on, nudie boy- let's go show ALL the girls downstairs the naughty little fish I just caught!")
In this case, the lamp was a loose end. You can't start a new scene without telling readers what happened to that lamp! (I'm sort of kidding, but not really. Imagine if the scene broke right after Suzie saw him, and the next scene started with Timmy in the middle of all his sister's friends, nude. That would feel a little jarring, right?)
So at the simplest level, that's how I measure a scene's flow: Ramp Up, Linger, Ramp Down. You identify which section you are in and see if the action and paragraph pace is appropriate for it.
So when do you break a scene? My way is unconventional, but I say break it whenever you want to switch from one Goal to another. Some people say only break when there is a break in time ("5 days later...") but I say it's better when there's a break in Goals.
In our second example, Jeff's first goal is to convince his secretary not to tell anyone about his really small penis, that she saw when he accidentally emailed his nude pictures to her instead of his mistress! He tries to bribe, then threaten her, and that backfires (big failure). She gets out of her chair and starts heading towards the secretaries room with her smart phone in her hand and a BIG smile on her face. His new goal is to convince her not to tell the other secretaries about his tiny penis RIGHT NOW!
Even though those two scenes take place with absolutely no time between them, I would throw a *** between his secretary getting out of her chair with a smile on her face and Jeff begging her not to show the pictures to all the girls in the break room as they go down the hall.
This works because we are switching between one Goal and another. Breaking there lets you have a new Ramp Up as they get closer and closer to the secretaries' break room (Goalpost), and that increasing tension draws the reader forward. Constant, high tension gets exhausting. You need changes in tension, acceleration and deceleration, and ramping up and down over short ranges like a sports car is much more exciting than no scene breaks in a chapter at all, which is like accelerating a loaded cruise ship.
So that's today's writing tip: if you're stuck or doubting your scene breaks, plot each scene as a Ramp Up, Linger, and Ramp Down. And then break the scene after the Goal set up in the Ramp Up gets resolved in the Ramp Down.
Hope that helps!
P. F. Dee
Pool Days #3 (FF/mmmm, CFNM, momdom)
Quick programming note: I'm working on Sex Powers University 3.5 right now, but don't expect it until after the 4th of July. Things are really coming to a head, so to speak, for Troy and the gang, and it takes time to make sure all the plots get the time they deserve!
(Yes, of course this is a work of fiction, and everyone is still 18+. Enjoy!)
My mother's spanking was fierce and merciless. At any other time I would have been mortified, to be buck naked over my mother's knee in my own back yard, getting my bare ass reddened in front of my best friends and the incredibly sexy older neighbor from next door. But after the first ten rapid-fire spanks from my mother's open hand on my naked rear, all I could think about was the PAIN. I hadn't been spanked like this since I was ten! Back then I had cried like a baby, but surely I was tougher now, older and stronger! I kept that fiction for about ten more hard spanks as the incredible fire grew in my rear, as every one of my mother's full force swats landed perfectly my sit spots, the lower round of my butt.My mother was pissed. “Mom! STOP!” I yelled, my voice higher than I wanted it to be. “I'm SORRY!”“You will be!” she replied, not stopping for a second. “How dare you cum like that- and all over a female guest to this house!” “Oh Kate, the boy barely got any on me,” Mrs. Barros laughed, crossing her long legs. “I managed to point his little penis away just before he spurted by accident.” By accident?! Mrs. Barros had mademe cum, while I sat helplessly on her lap!And another life-changing humiliation I hadn't been able to process yet: because of my mother's nude swimming rules for me and my friends, the former Brazilian beauty queen who had been in my masturbation fantasies since she had moved in next door now knew I had a humiliatingly small penis! And so did all my friends- Tommy, Hank and Uri had started calling me 'Shorty' at the mall the other day, in front of some girls we knew!“No, it'sthe principle of the thing, Isabella!” my mother said, spanking with every few words, her anger starting to run out. “My little boy has a premature ejaculation problem, and I want it to stop! Last week he came in front of me too, without even touchinghimself!” I couldn't believe she was telling Mrs. Barros this! But more immediately, I needed this spanking to stop- my entire ass was on fire!I tried not to sob like a baby as I spoke, but-“MOM please!” I bawled, my tears falling into the grass in front of my face. “I'll never do it again!”She spanked even as she spoke. “Do whatagain?”“Cum too fast!” “Damn right you won't,” she laughed. “Twenty more and you'll really remember not to!” “NO! Please!” I tried to get up, but she just put one leg over both of mine like she had with Tommy and kept on spanking. I tried to cover my ass, but she just grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I tried to shift, buck, make the spanks fall anywhere else but the zone she had concentrated on, but she held me perfectly in place. There was nothing to do but stay bent over my mother's bare leg and take it.I was crying, sobbing, kicking my feet like a mindless little boy when she finally, eventually stopped. She was breathing hard, her flat stomach pressed against my side with every inhale she took.“Now, Jeff,” she laughed, wiping her glistening brow with her arm, “have you learned your lesson about shooting off your boy goo whenever you want, like a selfish little child? Or are you going to hold it in until a woman gives you permission, like a man?”“Hold in it!” I sobbed, tears soaking my face. “Even when you get really turned on? I let you boys do nude swimming as a privilege. Now I don't mind if you boys get the occasional boner, but cumming like that, out of the blue, is not allowed! What if you had been in the pool?!” “I'll be good!” I cried. “I promise!”“I promise, Mommy,” she laughed, slapping my burning ass once more. “I promise, Mommy!”Now my face was really red; I hadn't called her that since I was 10 either! I could hear Tommy and the guys laughing to themselves, and Mrs. Barros snickering behind me!She patted my butt again, and even that hurt. “I'm glad we had this talk. Now go soak these hot buns in the pool.” I couldn't jump off her lap and dive into the water fast enough! The cold water did feel great on my burning rear, but more importantly, I could hide my burning face! I had sobbed like a baby in front of all my friends! And called her 'Mommy'! In front of Mrs. Barros too! I bobbed in the deep end far from everyone, just my nose and eyes above water. And I even considered lowering one more inch, just to end it all.“Well, now that law and order has been restored to my backyard,” my mother laughed, adjusting her blue bikini from where it had bunched during my and Tommy's spankings, “what do you say we finally relax and enjoy some sun, Isabella?”“Ahhh, mi bellisoma, that sounds great. Do you mind if I go topless?” And then she was standing up to untie her thin sundress!“I don't think the boys would mind,” my mother laughed, smiling at my three shocked friends, who were lying face down on the grass next to her towel. “Tommy, Hank, Uri? Any objections?” Their jaws dropped, as did mine, as the long-legged, big-breasted Mrs. Barros slipped out of her dress to stand before us only in her g-string panties! I, of course, had seen her breasts before, during that magical week when she had tanned nude in her own yard. But that was at a distance, furtively peeking through my blinds as I jacked off. But up close, they were even more magnificent!Her surgeon had been an artist; the implants sat perfectly round and symmetric on her ribs, fuller and prouder than any eighteen-year-old's. They must have been bigger than half a grapefruit each, but those perfect round orbs still looked like they belonged on her body, like a gift from God. The way they gently rocked side to side as she bent over to shimmy out of her dress was practically hypnotic. “Fuck,” Tommy cursed under his breath, lifting his hips and reaching down to adjust himself. I saw Hank and Uri surreptitiously shifting their hips against the grass too, making space, and I felt a burning stab of jealousy. Here was Mrs. Barros, my masturbation fodder since I had been 12, topless in a g-string in front of me, and due to the incredible pain from my mother's recent spanking and the 'accidental' load Mrs. Barros had just forced me to shoot, I couldn't even get hard! I was limp as a wet dishrag between my legs!From that one weekend where I had secretly borrowed Tommy's Lingerie issue Playboys, I knew that I could get hard almost fifteen minutes after I had just had a hard cum. I just hoped Mrs. Barros stayed topless that long! “Ahhh, it is good to be in civilized society again,” Mrs. Barros laughed, lying on her back on the grass, her magnificent breasts jutting towards the sky. “If you're going to start a nude beach in your backyard, Kate, I'll be your first customer!” “I've already got fourlifetime members right here,” my mother chuckled, nodding at me my and my friends. I gasped, almost swallowing a lungful of water. She couldn't be serious! “What do you say, boys?” she laughed, looking at my friends. “Worth the price of admission?”My friend's faces were red, but they were all smiling!“Yes ma'am!” Tommy laughed, his eyes locked on to Mrs. Barros' breasts, as they rose and fell with her relaxed breaths. “So you're okay with a forced nudity beach? Any time you four come over?” I was about to scream in protest- I couldn't let that happen, I was in this backyard all the time!- when Mrs, Barros' fingers started pulling down the waistband of her panties!“Oh, it is forced nudity for guests? Should I take off my bottoms too, then?”“Yes!” Tommy and Uri cried at the same time. My mother laughed and tossed her hair, pulling at the strap of her tight blue bikini top. “Of course not. It's only forced nudity for the boys, Isa, not us. Ladies can wear whatever they wish. I might even have an elegant garden party back here, with ladies dressed to the nines, with heels, pearls, fancy gowns.” She grinned. “And four teen-aged waiter boys, serving drinks and snacks to all the women, wearing nothing but their smiles!” Okay, that got me feeling a tingle. Not at the base of my cock, like a normal erection would, but all up and down my spine. What would a party like that even be like?“Oh, okay then,” my neighbor laughed, and her fingers stopped pulling down her tiny panties, right before they would have revealed her pussy! She even pulled her panties back up, laughing and rolling onto her stomach. “If you do hold that party, make sure to invite me too- I haven't seen a scene like that since back on the beaches of Brazilia!” “So all the beaches in Brazil are nude then?” my mother asked, rubbing sun-tan lotion into her arms like it was a normal day! “Some,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “But as I said, Kate, the boys in my family were made to go nude, even on public beaches, until they were nearly eighteen. Latin boys are so willful, so full of false machismo, my mother used beach trips as a chance to remind my brothers who really wore the pants in the family!” She smirked, covering her mouth. “My friends used it as a chance to keep tabs on the length of their dingas.” “Maybe I should start writing those numbers down too, just like I did with Jeff's height when he was younger?” my mother laughed, lotioning right above and below her bikini top! “Some pencil marks on our kitchen table? Uri at nine inches, Tommy seven, Hank five, and little Jeff at three and a half.” She winked at me. “Right where Sierra could see?” If my sister found out I had a tiny cock, she'd never let me hear the end of it! I'd be humiliated my entire life!“MOM! NO!”She laughed. “But then we could track your progress as you grew over the years, honey. Three and five-eights... Three and three-quarters... Three and nine tenths... Why, if you eat your Wheaties, maybe one day you'll even break four inches!” All the people outside of the pool laughed at that, probably picturing me straining against our kitchen table, trying to get my hard dick to clear a four pathetic inches! It was so unfair! It wasn't my fault I was born with a little dick, I didn't CHOOSE it! And with my mother leading the laughter... My little four inch dick started getting hard again. “Did his father ever grow out of it?” Mrs. Barros laughed. “His little problem, I mean.” “Nope! A sub-four incher for life!” my mother laughed, then covered her mouth. “Ooops! Jeff, don't tell your Dad I just told all your friends that!” Even as my face burned, I saw Tommy grinning that stupid smile of his again. Now, not only did he know he was twice as big as me down there, but my father as well! This was horrible! And then the idiot turned over onto his back, to let his thick, hard cock flop against his stomach as he lay just a few feet from my bikini-clad mother. “Awww, I feel bad for you, Mrs. Gainer. To live your whole life and not have a man around that can really take care of you?” He smiled, his dick getting harder as he sat there, pulsing in the air. “Now I know why you love having me and Uri nude around you all the time!” “Don't flatter yourself, Tommy Thompson. If I made you a notch on my garter belt, you'd be the second smallest boy I'd ever slept with.”The shit-eating grin fell off his face. “What?” She laughed. “I went to college in Atlanta, dear. Lots of chances for me to find strapping young men who could 'take care' of me. You wouldn't stand a chance.” She looked right at Tommy's erection, which was easily twice the size of mine, and laughed at it! She scooted closer to the shocked boy and held her hand three inches out past his twitching, dripping cockhead. “Try again when you've out to about... here.” Tommy was beside himself. I guess no girl had ever called hisdick small before! “Yea... but, but... I've got stamina that those other guys can't-” “Honey, my first time was with the starting linebacker for our college football team. He was as black as night, 270 lbs of pure muscle, and even better hung than Uri. And I went up from there.” She laughed at the flustered boy with his slowly wilting dick. “If you tried to keep up with me in bed, I'd break you in half!” His face was red, his dick shrinking. “But, but-” My penis on the other hand, was rising to full mast. Thinking about my mother as a young, sexy co-ed, moaning as she took a monster cock between her legs- a monster black cock- while an impossibly-muscled, angry young man rocked back and forth between her spread legs, thrusting that missile in and out of her wet privates...“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my dick going fully hard, just ten minutes after I had cum. A new record!Time stopped as my mother turned to me, saw the expression on my face, and giggled. “Honey? Why is your face so red? You don't have an erection in my pool, do you?”I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. “NO!”“You know the rule,” she laughed. “No erections in the pool! Come on out.” I didn't want to, but my ass was still aching from the last spanking she had given me. I sure didn't want that again!I cringed as my hard dick broke the surface as I climbed the ladder, especially since both women were looking right at it.“Did hearing about my wild college days make you feel funny down there?” she laughed as my hard dick throbbed in plain sight. “Awww, honey...” “At least he recovers fast,” my neighbor chuckled, sitting up right to stare at me, totally topless. “Last time I let the boys stroke themselves off in front of me if they had erection problems in the pool,” my mother explained to our neighbor. “They all came in less than thirty seconds, Isa, you should have seen it!” She looked at her watch. “I wanted to get in a little more tanning today, but what do you say Isa? Should we let the boys relieve some 'tension' again?” My neighbor smiled, crossing her long, nude legs, her tits bare to the world. “If it is tradition, I suppose we must!” “Okay boys, up and in a line! You know the drill.” I couldn't believe I lived in a world where my friends beating off nude in front of my mother was a 'drill', but I had to have a good cum this week- I couldn't take another ruined orgasm! “Oh, little Jeffie wants to get in on the action this time too,” my mother laughed, pulling up a chair for her and Mrs. Barros in front of us. “Good, Jeff, I'm proud of you. Just because you've got a little tiny wiener doesn't mean you can't pull it for women like Mrs. Barros from time to time.” “All I let the smallest ones do is stroke off in front of me,” my neighbor laughed, slipping back into her dress and then sitting down next to my mother. “They look so cute when they try not to cum too fast!”“Then you'll love this,” my mother laughed, squirting sun-tan lotion onto her hands again. And then she reached forward and grabbed Hank's stiff cock! “I did promise you a little treat, for going the longest without masturbating this week, Hank. So enjoy!” Hank was already gasping, his eyes bugging out as my mother's slick hands slid expertly up and down his shaft. “Please Mrs. Gainer! Slow down!” “It's his first handjob,” she giggled to Isabella. “Ever.”“Then I'm surprised he's even lasted this long,” the Brazilian woman laughed. “Go faster, Kate. I want to see him try to fight it.” “NO!” Hank cried, as my mother's slick hands sped up the pace, one hand rubbing his balls, one twisting his cockhead on every stroke. His fists were clenched white at his sides. “Ma'am!”“This is going to be your first orgasm at the hands of a real woman,” she told my friend, grinning at his tormented face. “You're going to remember this for the rest of your life, Hank. What's it gonna be? That you held out and experienced a skilled, sexy older woman to the fullest? Or that you yelled and came in less than thirty seconds like a cute, immature little-”“AAHHHHHH!” Hank yelled, cumming all over my mother's tits. He shot his warm cum all over her chest and she didn't even flinch, laughing as my neighbor looked at her watch. “Fifteen seconds!” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Kate, your hands haven't lost one spot of their magic!” “I knew all that practice I got in high school would be good for something,” she laughed, making Hank's last spurts pleasurable ones, using her thumbs to rub his cockhead as he gasped and twitched. I almost shot off right then. Besides being a size-queen slut in college, my mother was alsothe hand-job queen of her high school?! Oh god...“Fifteen seconds, Hank Goldstein?” she laughed, wiping off her gooped cleavage with a tissue. “I didn't even have time to duck! Goodness!”His face was beet red, his breath, coming in heaves. “I'm sorry ma'am!” She patted his deflating cock, giving it a loving squeeze. “We can try again next week. I'm going to make it my special project to get you over a minute in stamina!” “You might as well teach sheep to talk,” Isabella laughed, then scooted forward in her chair too. “Let me try one!” And then she was grabbing Uri's hard throbbing cock!“Awww, you took the biggest one!” my mother pouted.She was so interested in big cocks! My dick almost shot off my body again!“I also took the smallest one,” my neighbor laughed, making my face burn. “Unless you were going to help your son.” “My son can help himself,” my mother laughed. “He does, in the shower every morning. I can hear it every time.”My mother knew, every time?! That was even more humiliating!For his part, Uri was holding up well to Mrs. Barros using two dry hands to stroke and rub his massive member. Two hands? When I beat off, I barely filled my one, and pumped up and down in short fast strokes! But Mrs. Barros was sliding her hands down Uri's cock like a handrail with long, slow glides, and still couldn't fit it all!“Such a gift,” she purred, getting into a steady rhythm. “You will please many squirming girls with this wonder some day, young man.” His eyes were closed, his breath getting faster. “Thank you ma'am!” “He likes it when you watch him though,” my mother added. “Open your eyes, Uri! I want you to see me looking right at you when you explode. I'm going to be looking right at you, watching your entire body shudder as you cum. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me-”“Sheiss!” the Russian cried, and suddenly he was cumming like a fountain! “Oh no!” Mrs. Barros gasped, letting go of his cock.“Isa, no!” “Arrrrgh!” Uri growled, grabbing his spurting dick in front of everyone and pumping away as his orgasm dribbled out. “NO!” My mother was laughing. “Isa! You ruined it!” “I did not expect him to cum so quickly!” the Brazilian laughed, looking at the embarrassed cum-covered boy. “He was doing so well!” “It must have been something he saw,” my mother laughed, crossing her long, bare legs with satisfaction, bobbing her foot in the air. She was flirting with my friends again- pleased that they could bare last around her! “Pity, Uri.” “Maybe a few more years before this monster can please women,” Isabella laughed, patting his softening cock. “We can try next week as well.” My mother laughed. “Two premature shooters down, two to go! Okay, Tommy, think you can beat Hank's record of fifteen seconds?”“I don't WANT to beat his record!” the jock said. “I'm a man, not a boy like them!” “Oh, you're a man, huh?” my mother laughed, putting a squirt of lotion on her hands. And then a second. And a third. “You think because you've bagged a few clueless high school cheerleaders you can hang with women like Isa and me?” Watching my mother rub the insane amount of lotion between her hands, scooting forward in her chair towards his dick as she did, my friend swallowed. “Well, I mean, I ain't going to shoot off in fifteen seconds like Hank did!”“A minute then? Surely a big tough man could last a minutebefore messing himself. It's just a handjob, after all.” “Yeah, I can last a minute!” “But if you don't,” she giggled, her hands absolutely dripping, “both Isa and I get to spank you like a little boy if you get erections around us again! Little boys don't get to be hard around older women. And if you do, I'll go topless next week.” He gulped, but nodded. “I can last a minute!” My mother grinned. “Time me, Isa.” I braced myself. “Go!” And then she did the most amazing thing. She used her slick, dripping, nimble hands to reach around and grab Tommy's bare buttcheeks, yanking his hips towards her. And put her whole mouth around his cock. My mother was sucking off Tommy Thompson, right here in my backyard! “Oh jesus- oh FUCK!” he cried, pumping his hard dick down her throat. And my mother was doing something with her hands, between his buttcheeks, reaching her fingers into his crack...“OH JESUS!” Tommy gasped, going up on his tiptoes. “Fifteen seconds,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Better hurry, Kate.” I saw my mother tip her head, and then her nose was bumping his pubic bone with every downstroke. She was deep-throating him! My balls started to pull up. “Thirty seconds! Tommy, you're looking pretty close- you've gotten blow jobs before, right?”“Never.... NEVER LIKE THIS!” my friend cried, fucking my mother's mouth.Or more precisely, her mouth was fucking him. She was definitely the aggressor, forcing him in and out at her crazy fast pace, jamming his hips forward to get him deeper, playing with his balls, sliding a slim finger up his ass. She had her middle finger up Tommy's lubed ass! As I watched her, hair flying, her breasts shaking in her bikini top as Tommy's knees shook, a living, breathing, mature, sexual dynamo, pulling my cockiest friend's orgasm from him totally against his will, I couldn't help it. I came. All over myself. My untouched dick gave two hard spurts, splashing my stomach and chest, the later weak dribbles coating my balls, running down my thighs. It was a ruined orgasm again!And then Tommy came too. He yelled and thrust his hips forward, dick clenching as he spurted and she squeezed and milked his balls to make sure she got it all. “AHHHHHHHH!” His yell rang off the nearby houses, his mouth wide open as he pumped cum deep down my mother's throat. Or at least that's what we thought. Because as soon as his hips stopped thrusting, my mother rose to her feet, his balls still in one hand, and gave him a long, deep, French kiss. Tommy tried to resist, but I saw the hand that had easily spanked me to tears grip his balls even tighter, and Tommy's head rocked back to let my mother's tongue do what ever it wanted to his mouth. And what she was doing was pushing a huge mouthful of his thick, creamy cum back into his throat. She hadn't swallowed any of it. But she was going to make him do so. I saw her push the last tongue-ful of his own cum back into his mouth, then hold his lips together with her other hand so he couldn't spit, and only then release his balls as she stepped back. “Sorry!” she blushed, wiping her mouth. “Force of habit!” I almost fell over. Did that mean... With my Dad...“But you still have to swallow honey,” she laughed, still holding his lips shut. “House rules.” Tommy looked like he was about to throw up, but trapped nude in my backyard, his warm cum in his mouth, his mouth sealed, he didn't have a choice. After a long few seconds, we all saw his Adam's apple move! Tommy Thompson had swallowed his own cum!“Kate, you trickster,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “That barely took forty-five seconds!” “Boys these days,” my mother said, using a swallow of bottled water to rinse her mouth and then spit. She didn't let Tommy do the same. “And he was trying to call himself a man. Little boy Tommy's going to get his butt spanked red by both of us for the rest of the summer!” His face was deep red, his knees week. “But, I can't-” “Quiet, cum swallower, or I'll make you do that every week,” she laughed, then turned to me. “And now we'll see how long little Jeffie can-” She broke into laughter when she saw my humiliated face, and the cum all over my chest. “Oh NO, Jeff! Again!?”“This time I really did not touch him!” Mrs. Barros laughed, making me want to die. “He just... exploded!” “Oh, Jeff, you know what that means,” my mother laughed, sitting down and patting her nude thighs again. “Another long spanking, and then you boys are going to have a very long, hard summer!”
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And we did. My mother and Mrs. Barros made us strip and swim for them every weekend that entire summer, sometimes joining us in bikinis, sometimes staying fully clothed, laughing as we got hard for them anyway. Tommy did get spanked every time he got hard outside for the next few weeks, but then my mother guessed he had learned his lesson since he wasn't his normal cocky self anymore, and he was allowed to join the rest of us beating off at the end every swim, where ever and however the women decided. My mother never blew any of us again, although she did use her hands to tease Hank and Uri to full hardness a few times every weekend and to make them cum extra hard and fast when she was feeling naughty. Hank never did last more than a minute with her, either by his hand or hers. I never got any help cumming, I would always have to pull my little dick myself in front of two laughing women, even when Mrs. Barros started going fully nude during her tanning visits, sometime in the middle of the summer. She loved how hard it made us even when we tried not to be, and had all four of us running around to get her drinks or serve her with bouncing boners, just like she had with her brothers back home. And once, as she was directing me how to rub sun-tan lotion onto her naked, bronzed back, my penis slid into the soft crack between her oiled buttcheeks, and I gasped and came yelling, making everyone laugh as Mrs. Barros pushed her butt back into me, to give me something to grind against. It remains the highlight of my sexual life to this day.
*** THE END ***
(Yes, of course this is a work of fiction, and everyone is still 18+. Enjoy!)
My mother's spanking was fierce and merciless. At any other time I would have been mortified, to be buck naked over my mother's knee in my own back yard, getting my bare ass reddened in front of my best friends and the incredibly sexy older neighbor from next door. But after the first ten rapid-fire spanks from my mother's open hand on my naked rear, all I could think about was the PAIN. I hadn't been spanked like this since I was ten! Back then I had cried like a baby, but surely I was tougher now, older and stronger! I kept that fiction for about ten more hard spanks as the incredible fire grew in my rear, as every one of my mother's full force swats landed perfectly my sit spots, the lower round of my butt.My mother was pissed. “Mom! STOP!” I yelled, my voice higher than I wanted it to be. “I'm SORRY!”“You will be!” she replied, not stopping for a second. “How dare you cum like that- and all over a female guest to this house!” “Oh Kate, the boy barely got any on me,” Mrs. Barros laughed, crossing her long legs. “I managed to point his little penis away just before he spurted by accident.” By accident?! Mrs. Barros had mademe cum, while I sat helplessly on her lap!And another life-changing humiliation I hadn't been able to process yet: because of my mother's nude swimming rules for me and my friends, the former Brazilian beauty queen who had been in my masturbation fantasies since she had moved in next door now knew I had a humiliatingly small penis! And so did all my friends- Tommy, Hank and Uri had started calling me 'Shorty' at the mall the other day, in front of some girls we knew!“No, it'sthe principle of the thing, Isabella!” my mother said, spanking with every few words, her anger starting to run out. “My little boy has a premature ejaculation problem, and I want it to stop! Last week he came in front of me too, without even touchinghimself!” I couldn't believe she was telling Mrs. Barros this! But more immediately, I needed this spanking to stop- my entire ass was on fire!I tried not to sob like a baby as I spoke, but-“MOM please!” I bawled, my tears falling into the grass in front of my face. “I'll never do it again!”She spanked even as she spoke. “Do whatagain?”“Cum too fast!” “Damn right you won't,” she laughed. “Twenty more and you'll really remember not to!” “NO! Please!” I tried to get up, but she just put one leg over both of mine like she had with Tommy and kept on spanking. I tried to cover my ass, but she just grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I tried to shift, buck, make the spanks fall anywhere else but the zone she had concentrated on, but she held me perfectly in place. There was nothing to do but stay bent over my mother's bare leg and take it.I was crying, sobbing, kicking my feet like a mindless little boy when she finally, eventually stopped. She was breathing hard, her flat stomach pressed against my side with every inhale she took.“Now, Jeff,” she laughed, wiping her glistening brow with her arm, “have you learned your lesson about shooting off your boy goo whenever you want, like a selfish little child? Or are you going to hold it in until a woman gives you permission, like a man?”“Hold in it!” I sobbed, tears soaking my face. “Even when you get really turned on? I let you boys do nude swimming as a privilege. Now I don't mind if you boys get the occasional boner, but cumming like that, out of the blue, is not allowed! What if you had been in the pool?!” “I'll be good!” I cried. “I promise!”“I promise, Mommy,” she laughed, slapping my burning ass once more. “I promise, Mommy!”Now my face was really red; I hadn't called her that since I was 10 either! I could hear Tommy and the guys laughing to themselves, and Mrs. Barros snickering behind me!She patted my butt again, and even that hurt. “I'm glad we had this talk. Now go soak these hot buns in the pool.” I couldn't jump off her lap and dive into the water fast enough! The cold water did feel great on my burning rear, but more importantly, I could hide my burning face! I had sobbed like a baby in front of all my friends! And called her 'Mommy'! In front of Mrs. Barros too! I bobbed in the deep end far from everyone, just my nose and eyes above water. And I even considered lowering one more inch, just to end it all.“Well, now that law and order has been restored to my backyard,” my mother laughed, adjusting her blue bikini from where it had bunched during my and Tommy's spankings, “what do you say we finally relax and enjoy some sun, Isabella?”“Ahhh, mi bellisoma, that sounds great. Do you mind if I go topless?” And then she was standing up to untie her thin sundress!“I don't think the boys would mind,” my mother laughed, smiling at my three shocked friends, who were lying face down on the grass next to her towel. “Tommy, Hank, Uri? Any objections?” Their jaws dropped, as did mine, as the long-legged, big-breasted Mrs. Barros slipped out of her dress to stand before us only in her g-string panties! I, of course, had seen her breasts before, during that magical week when she had tanned nude in her own yard. But that was at a distance, furtively peeking through my blinds as I jacked off. But up close, they were even more magnificent!Her surgeon had been an artist; the implants sat perfectly round and symmetric on her ribs, fuller and prouder than any eighteen-year-old's. They must have been bigger than half a grapefruit each, but those perfect round orbs still looked like they belonged on her body, like a gift from God. The way they gently rocked side to side as she bent over to shimmy out of her dress was practically hypnotic. “Fuck,” Tommy cursed under his breath, lifting his hips and reaching down to adjust himself. I saw Hank and Uri surreptitiously shifting their hips against the grass too, making space, and I felt a burning stab of jealousy. Here was Mrs. Barros, my masturbation fodder since I had been 12, topless in a g-string in front of me, and due to the incredible pain from my mother's recent spanking and the 'accidental' load Mrs. Barros had just forced me to shoot, I couldn't even get hard! I was limp as a wet dishrag between my legs!From that one weekend where I had secretly borrowed Tommy's Lingerie issue Playboys, I knew that I could get hard almost fifteen minutes after I had just had a hard cum. I just hoped Mrs. Barros stayed topless that long! “Ahhh, it is good to be in civilized society again,” Mrs. Barros laughed, lying on her back on the grass, her magnificent breasts jutting towards the sky. “If you're going to start a nude beach in your backyard, Kate, I'll be your first customer!” “I've already got fourlifetime members right here,” my mother chuckled, nodding at me my and my friends. I gasped, almost swallowing a lungful of water. She couldn't be serious! “What do you say, boys?” she laughed, looking at my friends. “Worth the price of admission?”My friend's faces were red, but they were all smiling!“Yes ma'am!” Tommy laughed, his eyes locked on to Mrs. Barros' breasts, as they rose and fell with her relaxed breaths. “So you're okay with a forced nudity beach? Any time you four come over?” I was about to scream in protest- I couldn't let that happen, I was in this backyard all the time!- when Mrs, Barros' fingers started pulling down the waistband of her panties!“Oh, it is forced nudity for guests? Should I take off my bottoms too, then?”“Yes!” Tommy and Uri cried at the same time. My mother laughed and tossed her hair, pulling at the strap of her tight blue bikini top. “Of course not. It's only forced nudity for the boys, Isa, not us. Ladies can wear whatever they wish. I might even have an elegant garden party back here, with ladies dressed to the nines, with heels, pearls, fancy gowns.” She grinned. “And four teen-aged waiter boys, serving drinks and snacks to all the women, wearing nothing but their smiles!” Okay, that got me feeling a tingle. Not at the base of my cock, like a normal erection would, but all up and down my spine. What would a party like that even be like?“Oh, okay then,” my neighbor laughed, and her fingers stopped pulling down her tiny panties, right before they would have revealed her pussy! She even pulled her panties back up, laughing and rolling onto her stomach. “If you do hold that party, make sure to invite me too- I haven't seen a scene like that since back on the beaches of Brazilia!” “So all the beaches in Brazil are nude then?” my mother asked, rubbing sun-tan lotion into her arms like it was a normal day! “Some,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “But as I said, Kate, the boys in my family were made to go nude, even on public beaches, until they were nearly eighteen. Latin boys are so willful, so full of false machismo, my mother used beach trips as a chance to remind my brothers who really wore the pants in the family!” She smirked, covering her mouth. “My friends used it as a chance to keep tabs on the length of their dingas.” “Maybe I should start writing those numbers down too, just like I did with Jeff's height when he was younger?” my mother laughed, lotioning right above and below her bikini top! “Some pencil marks on our kitchen table? Uri at nine inches, Tommy seven, Hank five, and little Jeff at three and a half.” She winked at me. “Right where Sierra could see?” If my sister found out I had a tiny cock, she'd never let me hear the end of it! I'd be humiliated my entire life!“MOM! NO!”She laughed. “But then we could track your progress as you grew over the years, honey. Three and five-eights... Three and three-quarters... Three and nine tenths... Why, if you eat your Wheaties, maybe one day you'll even break four inches!” All the people outside of the pool laughed at that, probably picturing me straining against our kitchen table, trying to get my hard dick to clear a four pathetic inches! It was so unfair! It wasn't my fault I was born with a little dick, I didn't CHOOSE it! And with my mother leading the laughter... My little four inch dick started getting hard again. “Did his father ever grow out of it?” Mrs. Barros laughed. “His little problem, I mean.” “Nope! A sub-four incher for life!” my mother laughed, then covered her mouth. “Ooops! Jeff, don't tell your Dad I just told all your friends that!” Even as my face burned, I saw Tommy grinning that stupid smile of his again. Now, not only did he know he was twice as big as me down there, but my father as well! This was horrible! And then the idiot turned over onto his back, to let his thick, hard cock flop against his stomach as he lay just a few feet from my bikini-clad mother. “Awww, I feel bad for you, Mrs. Gainer. To live your whole life and not have a man around that can really take care of you?” He smiled, his dick getting harder as he sat there, pulsing in the air. “Now I know why you love having me and Uri nude around you all the time!” “Don't flatter yourself, Tommy Thompson. If I made you a notch on my garter belt, you'd be the second smallest boy I'd ever slept with.”The shit-eating grin fell off his face. “What?” She laughed. “I went to college in Atlanta, dear. Lots of chances for me to find strapping young men who could 'take care' of me. You wouldn't stand a chance.” She looked right at Tommy's erection, which was easily twice the size of mine, and laughed at it! She scooted closer to the shocked boy and held her hand three inches out past his twitching, dripping cockhead. “Try again when you've out to about... here.” Tommy was beside himself. I guess no girl had ever called hisdick small before! “Yea... but, but... I've got stamina that those other guys can't-” “Honey, my first time was with the starting linebacker for our college football team. He was as black as night, 270 lbs of pure muscle, and even better hung than Uri. And I went up from there.” She laughed at the flustered boy with his slowly wilting dick. “If you tried to keep up with me in bed, I'd break you in half!” His face was red, his dick shrinking. “But, but-” My penis on the other hand, was rising to full mast. Thinking about my mother as a young, sexy co-ed, moaning as she took a monster cock between her legs- a monster black cock- while an impossibly-muscled, angry young man rocked back and forth between her spread legs, thrusting that missile in and out of her wet privates...“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my dick going fully hard, just ten minutes after I had cum. A new record!Time stopped as my mother turned to me, saw the expression on my face, and giggled. “Honey? Why is your face so red? You don't have an erection in my pool, do you?”I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. “NO!”“You know the rule,” she laughed. “No erections in the pool! Come on out.” I didn't want to, but my ass was still aching from the last spanking she had given me. I sure didn't want that again!I cringed as my hard dick broke the surface as I climbed the ladder, especially since both women were looking right at it.“Did hearing about my wild college days make you feel funny down there?” she laughed as my hard dick throbbed in plain sight. “Awww, honey...” “At least he recovers fast,” my neighbor chuckled, sitting up right to stare at me, totally topless. “Last time I let the boys stroke themselves off in front of me if they had erection problems in the pool,” my mother explained to our neighbor. “They all came in less than thirty seconds, Isa, you should have seen it!” She looked at her watch. “I wanted to get in a little more tanning today, but what do you say Isa? Should we let the boys relieve some 'tension' again?” My neighbor smiled, crossing her long, nude legs, her tits bare to the world. “If it is tradition, I suppose we must!” “Okay boys, up and in a line! You know the drill.” I couldn't believe I lived in a world where my friends beating off nude in front of my mother was a 'drill', but I had to have a good cum this week- I couldn't take another ruined orgasm! “Oh, little Jeffie wants to get in on the action this time too,” my mother laughed, pulling up a chair for her and Mrs. Barros in front of us. “Good, Jeff, I'm proud of you. Just because you've got a little tiny wiener doesn't mean you can't pull it for women like Mrs. Barros from time to time.” “All I let the smallest ones do is stroke off in front of me,” my neighbor laughed, slipping back into her dress and then sitting down next to my mother. “They look so cute when they try not to cum too fast!”“Then you'll love this,” my mother laughed, squirting sun-tan lotion onto her hands again. And then she reached forward and grabbed Hank's stiff cock! “I did promise you a little treat, for going the longest without masturbating this week, Hank. So enjoy!” Hank was already gasping, his eyes bugging out as my mother's slick hands slid expertly up and down his shaft. “Please Mrs. Gainer! Slow down!” “It's his first handjob,” she giggled to Isabella. “Ever.”“Then I'm surprised he's even lasted this long,” the Brazilian woman laughed. “Go faster, Kate. I want to see him try to fight it.” “NO!” Hank cried, as my mother's slick hands sped up the pace, one hand rubbing his balls, one twisting his cockhead on every stroke. His fists were clenched white at his sides. “Ma'am!”“This is going to be your first orgasm at the hands of a real woman,” she told my friend, grinning at his tormented face. “You're going to remember this for the rest of your life, Hank. What's it gonna be? That you held out and experienced a skilled, sexy older woman to the fullest? Or that you yelled and came in less than thirty seconds like a cute, immature little-”“AAHHHHHH!” Hank yelled, cumming all over my mother's tits. He shot his warm cum all over her chest and she didn't even flinch, laughing as my neighbor looked at her watch. “Fifteen seconds!” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Kate, your hands haven't lost one spot of their magic!” “I knew all that practice I got in high school would be good for something,” she laughed, making Hank's last spurts pleasurable ones, using her thumbs to rub his cockhead as he gasped and twitched. I almost shot off right then. Besides being a size-queen slut in college, my mother was alsothe hand-job queen of her high school?! Oh god...“Fifteen seconds, Hank Goldstein?” she laughed, wiping off her gooped cleavage with a tissue. “I didn't even have time to duck! Goodness!”His face was beet red, his breath, coming in heaves. “I'm sorry ma'am!” She patted his deflating cock, giving it a loving squeeze. “We can try again next week. I'm going to make it my special project to get you over a minute in stamina!” “You might as well teach sheep to talk,” Isabella laughed, then scooted forward in her chair too. “Let me try one!” And then she was grabbing Uri's hard throbbing cock!“Awww, you took the biggest one!” my mother pouted.She was so interested in big cocks! My dick almost shot off my body again!“I also took the smallest one,” my neighbor laughed, making my face burn. “Unless you were going to help your son.” “My son can help himself,” my mother laughed. “He does, in the shower every morning. I can hear it every time.”My mother knew, every time?! That was even more humiliating!For his part, Uri was holding up well to Mrs. Barros using two dry hands to stroke and rub his massive member. Two hands? When I beat off, I barely filled my one, and pumped up and down in short fast strokes! But Mrs. Barros was sliding her hands down Uri's cock like a handrail with long, slow glides, and still couldn't fit it all!“Such a gift,” she purred, getting into a steady rhythm. “You will please many squirming girls with this wonder some day, young man.” His eyes were closed, his breath getting faster. “Thank you ma'am!” “He likes it when you watch him though,” my mother added. “Open your eyes, Uri! I want you to see me looking right at you when you explode. I'm going to be looking right at you, watching your entire body shudder as you cum. And there's not a thing you can do to stop me-”“Sheiss!” the Russian cried, and suddenly he was cumming like a fountain! “Oh no!” Mrs. Barros gasped, letting go of his cock.“Isa, no!” “Arrrrgh!” Uri growled, grabbing his spurting dick in front of everyone and pumping away as his orgasm dribbled out. “NO!” My mother was laughing. “Isa! You ruined it!” “I did not expect him to cum so quickly!” the Brazilian laughed, looking at the embarrassed cum-covered boy. “He was doing so well!” “It must have been something he saw,” my mother laughed, crossing her long, bare legs with satisfaction, bobbing her foot in the air. She was flirting with my friends again- pleased that they could bare last around her! “Pity, Uri.” “Maybe a few more years before this monster can please women,” Isabella laughed, patting his softening cock. “We can try next week as well.” My mother laughed. “Two premature shooters down, two to go! Okay, Tommy, think you can beat Hank's record of fifteen seconds?”“I don't WANT to beat his record!” the jock said. “I'm a man, not a boy like them!” “Oh, you're a man, huh?” my mother laughed, putting a squirt of lotion on her hands. And then a second. And a third. “You think because you've bagged a few clueless high school cheerleaders you can hang with women like Isa and me?” Watching my mother rub the insane amount of lotion between her hands, scooting forward in her chair towards his dick as she did, my friend swallowed. “Well, I mean, I ain't going to shoot off in fifteen seconds like Hank did!”“A minute then? Surely a big tough man could last a minutebefore messing himself. It's just a handjob, after all.” “Yeah, I can last a minute!” “But if you don't,” she giggled, her hands absolutely dripping, “both Isa and I get to spank you like a little boy if you get erections around us again! Little boys don't get to be hard around older women. And if you do, I'll go topless next week.” He gulped, but nodded. “I can last a minute!” My mother grinned. “Time me, Isa.” I braced myself. “Go!” And then she did the most amazing thing. She used her slick, dripping, nimble hands to reach around and grab Tommy's bare buttcheeks, yanking his hips towards her. And put her whole mouth around his cock. My mother was sucking off Tommy Thompson, right here in my backyard! “Oh jesus- oh FUCK!” he cried, pumping his hard dick down her throat. And my mother was doing something with her hands, between his buttcheeks, reaching her fingers into his crack...“OH JESUS!” Tommy gasped, going up on his tiptoes. “Fifteen seconds,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “Better hurry, Kate.” I saw my mother tip her head, and then her nose was bumping his pubic bone with every downstroke. She was deep-throating him! My balls started to pull up. “Thirty seconds! Tommy, you're looking pretty close- you've gotten blow jobs before, right?”“Never.... NEVER LIKE THIS!” my friend cried, fucking my mother's mouth.Or more precisely, her mouth was fucking him. She was definitely the aggressor, forcing him in and out at her crazy fast pace, jamming his hips forward to get him deeper, playing with his balls, sliding a slim finger up his ass. She had her middle finger up Tommy's lubed ass! As I watched her, hair flying, her breasts shaking in her bikini top as Tommy's knees shook, a living, breathing, mature, sexual dynamo, pulling my cockiest friend's orgasm from him totally against his will, I couldn't help it. I came. All over myself. My untouched dick gave two hard spurts, splashing my stomach and chest, the later weak dribbles coating my balls, running down my thighs. It was a ruined orgasm again!And then Tommy came too. He yelled and thrust his hips forward, dick clenching as he spurted and she squeezed and milked his balls to make sure she got it all. “AHHHHHHHH!” His yell rang off the nearby houses, his mouth wide open as he pumped cum deep down my mother's throat. Or at least that's what we thought. Because as soon as his hips stopped thrusting, my mother rose to her feet, his balls still in one hand, and gave him a long, deep, French kiss. Tommy tried to resist, but I saw the hand that had easily spanked me to tears grip his balls even tighter, and Tommy's head rocked back to let my mother's tongue do what ever it wanted to his mouth. And what she was doing was pushing a huge mouthful of his thick, creamy cum back into his throat. She hadn't swallowed any of it. But she was going to make him do so. I saw her push the last tongue-ful of his own cum back into his mouth, then hold his lips together with her other hand so he couldn't spit, and only then release his balls as she stepped back. “Sorry!” she blushed, wiping her mouth. “Force of habit!” I almost fell over. Did that mean... With my Dad...“But you still have to swallow honey,” she laughed, still holding his lips shut. “House rules.” Tommy looked like he was about to throw up, but trapped nude in my backyard, his warm cum in his mouth, his mouth sealed, he didn't have a choice. After a long few seconds, we all saw his Adam's apple move! Tommy Thompson had swallowed his own cum!“Kate, you trickster,” Mrs. Barros laughed. “That barely took forty-five seconds!” “Boys these days,” my mother said, using a swallow of bottled water to rinse her mouth and then spit. She didn't let Tommy do the same. “And he was trying to call himself a man. Little boy Tommy's going to get his butt spanked red by both of us for the rest of the summer!” His face was deep red, his knees week. “But, I can't-” “Quiet, cum swallower, or I'll make you do that every week,” she laughed, then turned to me. “And now we'll see how long little Jeffie can-” She broke into laughter when she saw my humiliated face, and the cum all over my chest. “Oh NO, Jeff! Again!?”“This time I really did not touch him!” Mrs. Barros laughed, making me want to die. “He just... exploded!” “Oh, Jeff, you know what that means,” my mother laughed, sitting down and patting her nude thighs again. “Another long spanking, and then you boys are going to have a very long, hard summer!”
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And we did. My mother and Mrs. Barros made us strip and swim for them every weekend that entire summer, sometimes joining us in bikinis, sometimes staying fully clothed, laughing as we got hard for them anyway. Tommy did get spanked every time he got hard outside for the next few weeks, but then my mother guessed he had learned his lesson since he wasn't his normal cocky self anymore, and he was allowed to join the rest of us beating off at the end every swim, where ever and however the women decided. My mother never blew any of us again, although she did use her hands to tease Hank and Uri to full hardness a few times every weekend and to make them cum extra hard and fast when she was feeling naughty. Hank never did last more than a minute with her, either by his hand or hers. I never got any help cumming, I would always have to pull my little dick myself in front of two laughing women, even when Mrs. Barros started going fully nude during her tanning visits, sometime in the middle of the summer. She loved how hard it made us even when we tried not to be, and had all four of us running around to get her drinks or serve her with bouncing boners, just like she had with her brothers back home. And once, as she was directing me how to rub sun-tan lotion onto her naked, bronzed back, my penis slid into the soft crack between her oiled buttcheeks, and I gasped and came yelling, making everyone laugh as Mrs. Barros pushed her butt back into me, to give me something to grind against. It remains the highlight of my sexual life to this day.
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