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Sorry to do this, but this is the final chapter of this story as it's been written thus far. I thought there was a conclusionary chapter to this story, but there isn't. When/if it does ever get written I'll be sure to add it! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed the story!:
Continued from Chapter 5 and 6 of this story through this link here.
Mrs. Carrington's eyes opened softly into the morning light. A warm breeze wafted through the slightly opened window, causing her sheer curtains to dance slowly as she watched.
She loved the early morning, just at sunrise, on a summer day's beginning. Especially with the warm muscular body of the young man lying nude next to her. Her nephew Thomas had just turned 18 and she hoped that he would be accepted to the Larraine Institute in the fall, as did her sister Jane.
Her mind wandered as she dozed comfortably next to the boy, letting her hand wander carefully down his smooth belly until her fingertips found the root of his delightfully large penis. She imagined in her mind's eye how young Thomas looked the previous evening at his unveiling. He had been so nervous and cute.
Jane Alexander, Mrs. Carrington's younger sister, was a credit to the Institute. She ruled her home and husband very well and had raised her two daughters and her son according to the precepts of Nouveau Femme. Mrs. Carrington was proud of her.
As Thomas was now 18, it was time for his full unveiling as a properly-raised young man. Jane had invited select friends and family, all ladies, to her home for cocktails and treats and she was beaming with pride over her handsome son.
Thomas was wearing a beautiful white thong pouch panty as he greeted each lady or group of ladies at the door, taking their coats and escorting them into the home as a gentleman should. Once they had all arrived, he circulated in the room with a tray of crackers and brie, and refilling wine glasses until his mother told him it was time.
Like a good boy, he stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath as he was blushing profusely, and lowered his little sheer pouch letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. Jane smiled proudly as all the ladies broke into polite applause as they admired her son's smooth muscular body and his generous endowment, unhindered by even the slightest stubble of hair.
Jane had always been a stickler about male pubic hair - she just couldn't abide it - and she always made sure that all of her males were kept properly and completely bare. She believed, as all good 'Larraine Institute Ladies' did, that male genitals were precious and appealing and should be clearly visible to a woman's eye.
Mrs. Carrington's hand slid lower to cup young Thomas's full testicles, feeling the smooth softness of his bare scrotum as she intimately explored the shape of his egg-like testes. She felt the nubs where his vas deferens attached and she noted how each male's testes were unique in shape, as were their penises. Mrs. Carrington just adored genital variety - it just made every day at the Institute a fresh delight to see all the different boys with their beautiful genitals on display. The variation of size, shape, pinkness, etc. was just enchanting...
She sat up in bed, smiling at the memory of her sister as she had proudly taken her naked son with a gentle grip on his penis, and led him to the center of the living room as all her guests gathered round for a closer view.
Jane had stood to his side and began to stroke her son's semi-erect penis, bringing him to erection quickly. She had said, "I'm glad you can all be here for Thomas's unveiling party. I know a few of you are family and have supervised my sweet boy in the past, but tonight he is 18 and we will all share the experience of his first fully-public ejaculation."
There was light applause, and a few comments of encouragement for the boy, who smiled in response.
Jane continued, "And now, Thomas, I hope you will show all my lady friends what a good boy you are, just close your eyes and make nice big spurts of semen for mommy..."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered.
Jane expertly stroked her son's erect penis, which was pleasingly plump and with a beautiful pink and swollen head, whispering secret things into his ear as she stimulated him. His legs began to twitch and his breathing became shallow in response to her experienced hand.
Jane stroked her son's penis more quickly as she whispered, loud enough for the gathered women to hear, "That's it honey, all the ladies are watching me rub your penis..."
A little gasp escaped his quivering lips, and it was a struggle for him to hold still as his mother stimulated him so skillfully.
"Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy...now I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart...come for mommy...come for mommy..."
At that moment, Thomas's oldest sister Karen stepped up to his other side and held a glass bowl in front of his penis so as to catch his semen when he ejaculated, leaving about eight inches of space so that all the ladies would have a clear view of each spurt as it launched out of his darkly-swollen pink head.
Karen purred lovingly to her brother, "We're all ready, Tommy, you can come for us..." With her free hand, Karen began to caress her brother's bottom with a gentle encouraging touch.
"Yes, honey," said Jane as she slid her dainty hand up to focus short strokes against the ridge of his corona to maximize the stimulation of her son's penis, "come for mommy...come for mommy...come for mommy..."
Thomas's body stiffened and he gasped, and then a perfect pearlescent rope of semen thrust forth from the boy's stiff and straining young penis to splash into the bowl as the silent crowd of mature women burst into cheers and applause. "Good boy!" "That's it, Tommy!" "Beautiful!" and "Well done!" rang out across the room as spurt after spurt rushed forth into the glass bowl.
Jane's hand kept up a steady long stroke, working her son's penis without pause to wring every last drop of semen from his body. She cooed with a grin, "That's my good boy, you're doing great honey, don't stop now, keep coming for mommy and make all her friends jealous..."
Karen's free hand continued to caress and squeeze her brother's bottom as she too cheered him on. "Oooh, that's so nice Tommy, you're making such a big cum in the bowl, I'm proud of you honey."
After a few more moments, Thomas's body relaxed and Jane then slowed her strokes, but she continued to milk his penis from root-to-tip, forcing little pulses and dribbles of semen to add themselves to the already-respectable contents of the bowl.
"Let's make sure we get every drop, honey," said his mother Jane, "just like always..."
"Yes, Ma'am," the boy whispered.
Jane kept at it, sometimes having to work three or four strokes until she could express another drop from her son's spent and softening penis. She wanted to make this milking very complete and thorough so that her son wouldn't be too 'drippy' once they finished.
When she was satisfied, Jane released her son's nearly flaccid penis and stepped back. There was another round of polite applause and the many women moved forward to congratulate Thomas on his fine 'coming of age ejaculation'.
Thomas's Aunt's, Cousins, and his mother's friends all took turns giving Thomas an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and an equally affectionate caress of his bottom or gentle cupping of his testes along with a compliment or other word of congratulation.
Jane had then taken over bar-duty, refreshing the ladies' wine glasses as she became the center of her guests' attention once more as she basked in their congratulations of having raised such a worthy young man.
Twenty-two-year-old Karen and her twenty-one year old sister Penny then took their little brother by the hand and led him to his room. There, they did the sisterly thing of cleaning up his penis of any leftover semen that might still be present, so that the boy wouldn't drip on their mother's expensive carpet.
While both girls grinned, Penny simply dropped to her knees in front of her little brother and gently took his flaccid penis into her mouth. As softly as she could, she ran her tongue around his sensitive pink glans to cleanse any residue, and applied gentle suction for a couple moments to be sure he was empty.
The girls were proud how their brother endured this necessary procedure on his sensitive penis, and they finished quickly with a warm wash cloth and a dry towel with gentle hands. Penny said with a grin, "Delicious as always, Tommy..."
The two girls led their naked brother back into the festivities and he spent the rest of the evening nude in a room full of smartly dressed women who would be free at any time to look at and touch his body, especially his bottom and genitals, in any way they wished. That was a thing he would now have to get used to.
So........ The evening progressed nicely, and once all the other women had gone home and the place was cleaned up, Mrs. Carrington was left with Jane sitting at the kitchen table as Thomas put the last of the dishes into the washer.
"So Carrie," said Jane, "What do you think we should do with Thomas for the night? Seems a shame to waste him by just sending him off to bed..."
"Hmm," smiled Mrs. Carrington, "now that you mention it, I suppose I might have a use for him. I'd have to return him early in the morning as I'm due to hand off my charge Craig to his Aunt for the weekend this morning."
"Oh, well that's fine," said Jane, then she giggled, "But won't your two fine gentlemen be jealous? And I don't know how you could handle a third male anyway..."
"Well," said Mrs. Carrington knowingly, "I think I do just fine. I hear no complaints, not that I'd allow them anyway. And your Tommy has learned his new skills pretty well, and of course he needs constant practice, so I guess I could take him off your hands. I am feeling kind of frisky this evening."
And so it was that Mrs. Carrington had taken young Thomas home with her and into her bed.
Upon arrival to her home, she sent the young boy into her bedroom with instructions to undress and get under the covers. She then went down to the game room and found her husband Edward, and her long-time live-in lover Jonathan, watching the end of an extra-inning baseball game.
She paused on the stairway and smiled with satisfaction at her two men, sitting on the sofa in their matching powder blue pouch panties under short work-out tee shirts. She scowled happily in mock anger as her boys argued and punched each other's shoulders, throwing popcorn in disgust when the Yankees defeated the Red Sox for like the zillionth time.
She was happy that they got along so well, but they were so much like brothers that they were forever insulting, hitting, and playing practical jokes on each other. Boys will be boys, no matter how well they are trained, she thought, with an equal warmth of love in her heart for both of them.
When she was a young girl of 25, Mrs. Carrington, "Carrie" to all her family and friends, had the strange twist of fate that she had fallen in love with two boys. Edward, then aged 20, and his next-door-neighbor Jonathan, then 18. She had dated them both concurrently, and when Edward graduated from the Larraine Institute, they had married.
But with an understanding.
The understanding was that Carrie would continue to date Jonathan, and that upon his graduation from the Institute, he would also move in with she and Edward. And they would live together as a family.
Such an arrangement was rare, even for graduates of the Institute, but it was the right thing to do. Legally, she could only marry one of them, so Edward Carrington received that honor by virtue of his earlier graduation. Legally, there was no reason why consenting adults could not form a lifestyle of their own choosing, and so effectively, Carrie had two "husbands".
And even at their ages, now in their mid-fifties, they still behaved like high school boys. They had lived together in perfect harmony for over 30 years. And of course, Carrie had had other lovers from time to time, for that was also part of the arrangement. Somehow, she managed to enjoy many men over the course of her life and it was a tribute to her intellect and femininity that she had always managed her men very well.
She couldn't help but smile.
She took a few more steps into the room as her boys realized her presence for the first time and jumped to their feet, spilling even more popcorn.
"Hi, honey," they said in unison, then Edward said, "how was the party?"
"The party was fine, boys. I've brought Thomas home to spend the night with me, so you can both bunk in the extra bedroom tonight. And I expect this room to be a clean as every other when I wake up."
"Yes, Ma'am," the boys said in unison again.
Carrie stepped forward and took Jonathan in her arms, planting a full and juicy kiss on his lips. She purred, "Are you going to miss me tonight, Jon?"
He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck as he whispered, "You have no idea how much..."
She smiled and released him, then she took Edward into her embrace and kissed him equally. "And you?" she asked playfully.
"Can't you tell?" smirked Edward.
Carrie leaned back enough to take one of her hands off of his shoulder and slide it down between their groins, cupping her husband's genitals in her soft hand and feeling his stirrings of erection. "Oh, my, is that for me?" she asked.
He nodded.
She stepped back, still holding Edward's genitals, and she reached out to cup Jonathan's nicely full pouch with her other hand.
"My, my," she said, "how does one girl get lucky enough to have all of this?" She gave them each a kiss on their smiling cheeks, and said, "You boys hold that thought. I know I've been so busy lately that I haven't been keeping up the proper maintenance of these gorgeous penises, but I'll be home early tomorrow afternoon, and I'll take both of you to bed for a marathon, I promise."
Her boys said, "Yes, Ma'am," and "Can't wait", as she sauntered back up stairs, letting her fine ass sway just a little extra for them in her clingy dress. She smiled to herself, my cup runneth over... she thought.
As she reached her bedroom doorway, she looked in and found a masculine-shaped lump with eyes peering from under her covers in the darkness of the room. She smiled and said, "Just a moment and I'll be ready for bed, Thomas."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered with obvious nervousness.
Carrie giggled to herself as she closed the door to the master bathroom. She slipped out of her pumps and hung her cocktail dress in the walk in closet, dropped her matching bra and panties in the laundry hamper, and stood naked before the sink as she removed her makeup.
After relieving herself, she opened a drawer and chose a sheer lace burgundy negligee robe with matching panties. She emerged into the dark bedroom, and sliding under the covers, she sat against the padded headboard looking down at the young man and caressing his hair.
"Do you want to please me, Tommy?" she said firmly, the darkness of the room hiding the grin on her lips as she noticed the tent in the bed covers at the boy's groin. Young boys are just insatiable, she thought. That's what makes them so much fun...
"Oh yes, Aunt Carrie, very much," said the young man. She looked at his face and caught his young eyes fixed upon her full and mature breasts, the outline of which were visible in the scant moonlight and the sheerness of her negligee.
"And how have I taught you a Lady likes to be pleased, Tommy?" she cooed.
His eyes shot up to hers and grew wide, "Well, um, with uh, my mouth, Aunt Carrie."
She smiled and pushed back a lock of hair from his eye. "Yes, Tommy, a Lady likes to be pleased by a young man's mouth."
She reached down and lifted the covers up and parted her legs, giving the boy raised eyebrows as an encouragement.
Tommy said, "Yes, Ma'am," and carefully climbed over her near leg and laid on his tummy between them.
Mrs. Carrington let the covers fall down over Tommy's head, wrapping the boy in darkness between her legs. She had taught him to please a woman this same way, never really letting him see her naked, but giving him enough guidance and access to pleasure her properly.
The boy's eager mouth was quickly at work between her thighs, and she raised her knees and parted them, slouching down a little in the bed so that he could do his best work. She let one hand fall on top of his head, over the covers, to give him encouragement and a little guidance when the time came. Her other hand reached under the covers and found his, enclosing it as an additional point of contact, and somehow she liked that better as she felt a more intimate connection by holding hands with the boy.
Ahh. The eager mouth of the young man gobbled and licked and nibbled at her core with great enthusiasm. Carrie was happy that this particular panty was very thin and sheer, and therefore did little to mask the pleasure of the boy's lips and tongue upon her pussy.
Mrs. Carrington adored cunnilingus and had trained herself to endure it for hours on end. With her two husbands, she had the means to receive such pleasure continually as her boys could trade off when exhausted. She had once spent almost an entire weekend with her two men licking her body without ceasing, and there was nothing like receiving oral love at the same time as her other man kissed her breasts and suckled greedily at her nipples.
But she wanted to orgasm. Now. And she decided that since it was Tommy's unveiling night and he had been such a good obedient boy, she would allow him a treat.
She removed her hand from his head and slid it under the covers to her panties. Tommy raised his head in confusion and she took the opportunity to slide the sopping narrow crotch of the panty to one side, allowing the boy his first-ever direct contact with her naked pussy lips.
She kept her mound of pubic hair groomed neatly, but she kept her labia shaved clean, as it increased her pleasure when receiving oral services. She squeezed Tommy's hand to signal him back to his duties and she felt a gasp and a moan leave her throat involuntarily as the boy's tongue began again to serve her.
It felt wickedly delicious to feel the boy's young tongue sliding up and down each side of her, dancing momentarily upon her clitoris, and then up and down again. Up and down one side, up and down the other, up the center and circle her pleasure button. Again. Again.
"Rrrrrrhhhh," she growled, "such a good boy..."
Mrs. Carrington's hips soon began to rotate slightly, interrupting the boy's pattern and causing unexpected sensations to occur. Very yummy...Ooooh yes....Ahhhh.
Her motions became more urgent. Tommy's worship of her mature labia became equally more urgent, licking and gobbling and sucking gently here and there. Ahhh..... yessssss... very nice...
Carrie sought pleasure more ardently with the experienced motions of her hips, the grinding of her womanhood against the boy's soft face increased in tempo. Mmmmm.... Oooooohhh...
She put her hand on his head and pressed him into her body as her hips rode him, seeking pleasure heaped upon pleasure, feeling the surges and sparkles of joy begin to radiate from her pelvis into the outer reaches of her body. Her nipples were taut and sensitive as the fabric of her negligee slide back and forth over their tips.
Ghhhhhhrrrrr..... Mmmmm..... Nnnnnnn...... Ohhhhhhhh.... Yesssssss....
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[email protected] said...
Delicious stories about the Institute - oh, to have an education like that as an 18 year old ! Those doting older women taking care of a boy's masturbatory needs and doing it so sensitively.
One suggestion : might it have been an even more erotic charge if young Craig had experienced tremors of shame and embarrassment when a troop of females his own age marched in, all in their school uniforms, to see his splayed nudity, even if his upper body were covered by a sheet ? That humiliation would have made his excitement all the more flesh-creepingly intense. It was a girl his own age - and not an aunt or mummy - who was stroking his thighs, caressing his testicles, servicing his cock, witnessing his pearlescent ejaculation. Oh, my God....
Then when he had to face the females in the evening give him a real attack of shame and embarrassment. Make him blush and tremble and gasp with horror when it is girls his own age who appear in the hall. Make him resist when the older women move to take his penis out because those girls in their school uniforms are moving in his direction. Make him become transfixed with fear when he sees schoolgirls staring greedily at his exposed privates.
Older women are one thing but girls his own age....gasp !
Let me know what you think.
June 2, 2011 at 12:53 AM
Anonymous said...
I love the whole atmosphere of the acceptance of a wide group of people to the domination of the males.It is always sexier thinking this is not one or two individuals but a whle groups of women which will eventually expand to be thw whole society.
Femsup
January 29, 2012 at 1:58 AM
Anonymous said...
As a male who is submissive to my dominant wife, I must say that these stories are by far the best I have ever read. Oh to be forced into such glorious servitude!!! I need to be milked several times as a result of simply reading these literary works of art.
January 3, 2013 at 12:46 PM
Unknown said...
Are there any ladies who do this to theirs sons nephews brothers or husbands
April 21, 2015 at 8:33 AM
Anonymous said...
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE THIS BLOG AGAIN. I'VE BEEN HITTING REFRESH FOR ABOUT 5 FUCKING YEARS NOW.
June 18, 2015 at 1:28 PM
Anonymous said...
I would like to have read more about their swimming meets and the interaction between the boys with other swim teams. Also the feeling of the boys exposed to so many females with themselves practically naked. Add to that participating with properly attired girls swim teams in swimming events with the girls enjoying themselves at the boys expense. Teasing and touching, that kind of things. I would like to encourage the author to renew the story, it would be terrific.
August 10, 2015 at 4:27 PM
Anonymoouse said...
Anyone know of any stories like this that takes place in a female dominated society, and promotes forced sexual acts on men? I love how here milking men is a standard and is treated so nonchalantly. Honestly, this is the ONLY story I have read that has its world structured in such a way. This was creative and well-written. I only wish there was more of it.
February 8, 2018 at 5:33 PM
Anonymous said...
Yes.. to my boys who will turn 18 next week
February 17, 2018 at 10:12 PM
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Sorry to do this, but this is the final chapter of this story as it's been written thus far. I thought there was a conclusionary chapter to this story, but there isn't. When/if it does ever get written I'll be sure to add it! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed the story!:
Continued from Chapter 5 and 6 of this story through this link here.
Mrs. Carrington's eyes opened softly into the morning light. A warm breeze wafted through the slightly opened window, causing her sheer curtains to dance slowly as she watched.
She loved the early morning, just at sunrise, on a summer day's beginning. Especially with the warm muscular body of the young man lying nude next to her. Her nephew Thomas had just turned 18 and she hoped that he would be accepted to the Larraine Institute in the fall, as did her sister Jane.
Her mind wandered as she dozed comfortably next to the boy, letting her hand wander carefully down his smooth belly until her fingertips found the root of his delightfully large penis. She imagined in her mind's eye how young Thomas looked the previous evening at his unveiling. He had been so nervous and cute.
Jane Alexander, Mrs. Carrington's younger sister, was a credit to the Institute. She ruled her home and husband very well and had raised her two daughters and her son according to the precepts of Nouveau Femme. Mrs. Carrington was proud of her.
As Thomas was now 18, it was time for his full unveiling as a properly-raised young man. Jane had invited select friends and family, all ladies, to her home for cocktails and treats and she was beaming with pride over her handsome son.
Thomas was wearing a beautiful white thong pouch panty as he greeted each lady or group of ladies at the door, taking their coats and escorting them into the home as a gentleman should. Once they had all arrived, he circulated in the room with a tray of crackers and brie, and refilling wine glasses until his mother told him it was time.
Like a good boy, he stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath as he was blushing profusely, and lowered his little sheer pouch letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. Jane smiled proudly as all the ladies broke into polite applause as they admired her son's smooth muscular body and his generous endowment, unhindered by even the slightest stubble of hair.
Jane had always been a stickler about male pubic hair - she just couldn't abide it - and she always made sure that all of her males were kept properly and completely bare. She believed, as all good 'Larraine Institute Ladies' did, that male genitals were precious and appealing and should be clearly visible to a woman's eye.
Mrs. Carrington's hand slid lower to cup young Thomas's full testicles, feeling the smooth softness of his bare scrotum as she intimately explored the shape of his egg-like testes. She felt the nubs where his vas deferens attached and she noted how each male's testes were unique in shape, as were their penises. Mrs. Carrington just adored genital variety - it just made every day at the Institute a fresh delight to see all the different boys with their beautiful genitals on display. The variation of size, shape, pinkness, etc. was just enchanting...
She sat up in bed, smiling at the memory of her sister as she had proudly taken her naked son with a gentle grip on his penis, and led him to the center of the living room as all her guests gathered round for a closer view.
Jane had stood to his side and began to stroke her son's semi-erect penis, bringing him to erection quickly. She had said, "I'm glad you can all be here for Thomas's unveiling party. I know a few of you are family and have supervised my sweet boy in the past, but tonight he is 18 and we will all share the experience of his first fully-public ejaculation."
There was light applause, and a few comments of encouragement for the boy, who smiled in response.
Jane continued, "And now, Thomas, I hope you will show all my lady friends what a good boy you are, just close your eyes and make nice big spurts of semen for mommy..."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered.
Jane expertly stroked her son's erect penis, which was pleasingly plump and with a beautiful pink and swollen head, whispering secret things into his ear as she stimulated him. His legs began to twitch and his breathing became shallow in response to her experienced hand.
Jane stroked her son's penis more quickly as she whispered, loud enough for the gathered women to hear, "That's it honey, all the ladies are watching me rub your penis..."
A little gasp escaped his quivering lips, and it was a struggle for him to hold still as his mother stimulated him so skillfully.
"Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy...now I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart...come for mommy...come for mommy..."
At that moment, Thomas's oldest sister Karen stepped up to his other side and held a glass bowl in front of his penis so as to catch his semen when he ejaculated, leaving about eight inches of space so that all the ladies would have a clear view of each spurt as it launched out of his darkly-swollen pink head.
Karen purred lovingly to her brother, "We're all ready, Tommy, you can come for us..." With her free hand, Karen began to caress her brother's bottom with a gentle encouraging touch.
"Yes, honey," said Jane as she slid her dainty hand up to focus short strokes against the ridge of his corona to maximize the stimulation of her son's penis, "come for mommy...come for mommy...come for mommy..."
Thomas's body stiffened and he gasped, and then a perfect pearlescent rope of semen thrust forth from the boy's stiff and straining young penis to splash into the bowl as the silent crowd of mature women burst into cheers and applause. "Good boy!" "That's it, Tommy!" "Beautiful!" and "Well done!" rang out across the room as spurt after spurt rushed forth into the glass bowl.
Jane's hand kept up a steady long stroke, working her son's penis without pause to wring every last drop of semen from his body. She cooed with a grin, "That's my good boy, you're doing great honey, don't stop now, keep coming for mommy and make all her friends jealous..."
Karen's free hand continued to caress and squeeze her brother's bottom as she too cheered him on. "Oooh, that's so nice Tommy, you're making such a big cum in the bowl, I'm proud of you honey."
After a few more moments, Thomas's body relaxed and Jane then slowed her strokes, but she continued to milk his penis from root-to-tip, forcing little pulses and dribbles of semen to add themselves to the already-respectable contents of the bowl.
"Let's make sure we get every drop, honey," said his mother Jane, "just like always..."
"Yes, Ma'am," the boy whispered.
Jane kept at it, sometimes having to work three or four strokes until she could express another drop from her son's spent and softening penis. She wanted to make this milking very complete and thorough so that her son wouldn't be too 'drippy' once they finished.
When she was satisfied, Jane released her son's nearly flaccid penis and stepped back. There was another round of polite applause and the many women moved forward to congratulate Thomas on his fine 'coming of age ejaculation'.
Thomas's Aunt's, Cousins, and his mother's friends all took turns giving Thomas an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and an equally affectionate caress of his bottom or gentle cupping of his testes along with a compliment or other word of congratulation.
Jane had then taken over bar-duty, refreshing the ladies' wine glasses as she became the center of her guests' attention once more as she basked in their congratulations of having raised such a worthy young man.
Twenty-two-year-old Karen and her twenty-one year old sister Penny then took their little brother by the hand and led him to his room. There, they did the sisterly thing of cleaning up his penis of any leftover semen that might still be present, so that the boy wouldn't drip on their mother's expensive carpet.
While both girls grinned, Penny simply dropped to her knees in front of her little brother and gently took his flaccid penis into her mouth. As softly as she could, she ran her tongue around his sensitive pink glans to cleanse any residue, and applied gentle suction for a couple moments to be sure he was empty.
The girls were proud how their brother endured this necessary procedure on his sensitive penis, and they finished quickly with a warm wash cloth and a dry towel with gentle hands. Penny said with a grin, "Delicious as always, Tommy..."
The two girls led their naked brother back into the festivities and he spent the rest of the evening nude in a room full of smartly dressed women who would be free at any time to look at and touch his body, especially his bottom and genitals, in any way they wished. That was a thing he would now have to get used to.
So........ The evening progressed nicely, and once all the other women had gone home and the place was cleaned up, Mrs. Carrington was left with Jane sitting at the kitchen table as Thomas put the last of the dishes into the washer.
"So Carrie," said Jane, "What do you think we should do with Thomas for the night? Seems a shame to waste him by just sending him off to bed..."
"Hmm," smiled Mrs. Carrington, "now that you mention it, I suppose I might have a use for him. I'd have to return him early in the morning as I'm due to hand off my charge Craig to his Aunt for the weekend this morning."
"Oh, well that's fine," said Jane, then she giggled, "But won't your two fine gentlemen be jealous? And I don't know how you could handle a third male anyway..."
"Well," said Mrs. Carrington knowingly, "I think I do just fine. I hear no complaints, not that I'd allow them anyway. And your Tommy has learned his new skills pretty well, and of course he needs constant practice, so I guess I could take him off your hands. I am feeling kind of frisky this evening."
And so it was that Mrs. Carrington had taken young Thomas home with her and into her bed.
Upon arrival to her home, she sent the young boy into her bedroom with instructions to undress and get under the covers. She then went down to the game room and found her husband Edward, and her long-time live-in lover Jonathan, watching the end of an extra-inning baseball game.
She paused on the stairway and smiled with satisfaction at her two men, sitting on the sofa in their matching powder blue pouch panties under short work-out tee shirts. She scowled happily in mock anger as her boys argued and punched each other's shoulders, throwing popcorn in disgust when the Yankees defeated the Red Sox for like the zillionth time.
She was happy that they got along so well, but they were so much like brothers that they were forever insulting, hitting, and playing practical jokes on each other. Boys will be boys, no matter how well they are trained, she thought, with an equal warmth of love in her heart for both of them.
When she was a young girl of 25, Mrs. Carrington, "Carrie" to all her family and friends, had the strange twist of fate that she had fallen in love with two boys. Edward, then aged 20, and his next-door-neighbor Jonathan, then 18. She had dated them both concurrently, and when Edward graduated from the Larraine Institute, they had married.
But with an understanding.
The understanding was that Carrie would continue to date Jonathan, and that upon his graduation from the Institute, he would also move in with she and Edward. And they would live together as a family.
Such an arrangement was rare, even for graduates of the Institute, but it was the right thing to do. Legally, she could only marry one of them, so Edward Carrington received that honor by virtue of his earlier graduation. Legally, there was no reason why consenting adults could not form a lifestyle of their own choosing, and so effectively, Carrie had two "husbands".
And even at their ages, now in their mid-fifties, they still behaved like high school boys. They had lived together in perfect harmony for over 30 years. And of course, Carrie had had other lovers from time to time, for that was also part of the arrangement. Somehow, she managed to enjoy many men over the course of her life and it was a tribute to her intellect and femininity that she had always managed her men very well.
She couldn't help but smile.
She took a few more steps into the room as her boys realized her presence for the first time and jumped to their feet, spilling even more popcorn.
"Hi, honey," they said in unison, then Edward said, "how was the party?"
"The party was fine, boys. I've brought Thomas home to spend the night with me, so you can both bunk in the extra bedroom tonight. And I expect this room to be a clean as every other when I wake up."
"Yes, Ma'am," the boys said in unison again.
Carrie stepped forward and took Jonathan in her arms, planting a full and juicy kiss on his lips. She purred, "Are you going to miss me tonight, Jon?"
He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck as he whispered, "You have no idea how much..."
She smiled and released him, then she took Edward into her embrace and kissed him equally. "And you?" she asked playfully.
"Can't you tell?" smirked Edward.
Carrie leaned back enough to take one of her hands off of his shoulder and slide it down between their groins, cupping her husband's genitals in her soft hand and feeling his stirrings of erection. "Oh, my, is that for me?" she asked.
He nodded.
She stepped back, still holding Edward's genitals, and she reached out to cup Jonathan's nicely full pouch with her other hand.
"My, my," she said, "how does one girl get lucky enough to have all of this?" She gave them each a kiss on their smiling cheeks, and said, "You boys hold that thought. I know I've been so busy lately that I haven't been keeping up the proper maintenance of these gorgeous penises, but I'll be home early tomorrow afternoon, and I'll take both of you to bed for a marathon, I promise."
Her boys said, "Yes, Ma'am," and "Can't wait", as she sauntered back up stairs, letting her fine ass sway just a little extra for them in her clingy dress. She smiled to herself, my cup runneth over... she thought.
As she reached her bedroom doorway, she looked in and found a masculine-shaped lump with eyes peering from under her covers in the darkness of the room. She smiled and said, "Just a moment and I'll be ready for bed, Thomas."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered with obvious nervousness.
Carrie giggled to herself as she closed the door to the master bathroom. She slipped out of her pumps and hung her cocktail dress in the walk in closet, dropped her matching bra and panties in the laundry hamper, and stood naked before the sink as she removed her makeup.
After relieving herself, she opened a drawer and chose a sheer lace burgundy negligee robe with matching panties. She emerged into the dark bedroom, and sliding under the covers, she sat against the padded headboard looking down at the young man and caressing his hair.
"Do you want to please me, Tommy?" she said firmly, the darkness of the room hiding the grin on her lips as she noticed the tent in the bed covers at the boy's groin. Young boys are just insatiable, she thought. That's what makes them so much fun...
"Oh yes, Aunt Carrie, very much," said the young man. She looked at his face and caught his young eyes fixed upon her full and mature breasts, the outline of which were visible in the scant moonlight and the sheerness of her negligee.
"And how have I taught you a Lady likes to be pleased, Tommy?" she cooed.
His eyes shot up to hers and grew wide, "Well, um, with uh, my mouth, Aunt Carrie."
She smiled and pushed back a lock of hair from his eye. "Yes, Tommy, a Lady likes to be pleased by a young man's mouth."
She reached down and lifted the covers up and parted her legs, giving the boy raised eyebrows as an encouragement.
Tommy said, "Yes, Ma'am," and carefully climbed over her near leg and laid on his tummy between them.
Mrs. Carrington let the covers fall down over Tommy's head, wrapping the boy in darkness between her legs. She had taught him to please a woman this same way, never really letting him see her naked, but giving him enough guidance and access to pleasure her properly.
The boy's eager mouth was quickly at work between her thighs, and she raised her knees and parted them, slouching down a little in the bed so that he could do his best work. She let one hand fall on top of his head, over the covers, to give him encouragement and a little guidance when the time came. Her other hand reached under the covers and found his, enclosing it as an additional point of contact, and somehow she liked that better as she felt a more intimate connection by holding hands with the boy.
Ahh. The eager mouth of the young man gobbled and licked and nibbled at her core with great enthusiasm. Carrie was happy that this particular panty was very thin and sheer, and therefore did little to mask the pleasure of the boy's lips and tongue upon her pussy.
Mrs. Carrington adored cunnilingus and had trained herself to endure it for hours on end. With her two husbands, she had the means to receive such pleasure continually as her boys could trade off when exhausted. She had once spent almost an entire weekend with her two men licking her body without ceasing, and there was nothing like receiving oral love at the same time as her other man kissed her breasts and suckled greedily at her nipples.
But she wanted to orgasm. Now. And she decided that since it was Tommy's unveiling night and he had been such a good obedient boy, she would allow him a treat.
She removed her hand from his head and slid it under the covers to her panties. Tommy raised his head in confusion and she took the opportunity to slide the sopping narrow crotch of the panty to one side, allowing the boy his first-ever direct contact with her naked pussy lips.
She kept her mound of pubic hair groomed neatly, but she kept her labia shaved clean, as it increased her pleasure when receiving oral services. She squeezed Tommy's hand to signal him back to his duties and she felt a gasp and a moan leave her throat involuntarily as the boy's tongue began again to serve her.
It felt wickedly delicious to feel the boy's young tongue sliding up and down each side of her, dancing momentarily upon her clitoris, and then up and down again. Up and down one side, up and down the other, up the center and circle her pleasure button. Again. Again.
"Rrrrrrhhhh," she growled, "such a good boy..."
Mrs. Carrington's hips soon began to rotate slightly, interrupting the boy's pattern and causing unexpected sensations to occur. Very yummy...Ooooh yes....Ahhhh.
Her motions became more urgent. Tommy's worship of her mature labia became equally more urgent, licking and gobbling and sucking gently here and there. Ahhh..... yessssss... very nice...
Carrie sought pleasure more ardently with the experienced motions of her hips, the grinding of her womanhood against the boy's soft face increased in tempo. Mmmmm.... Oooooohhh...
She put her hand on his head and pressed him into her body as her hips rode him, seeking pleasure heaped upon pleasure, feeling the surges and sparkles of joy begin to radiate from her pelvis into the outer reaches of her body. Her nipples were taut and sensitive as the fabric of her negligee slide back and forth over their tips.
Ghhhhhhrrrrr..... Mmmmm..... Nnnnnnn...... Ohhhhhhhh.... Yesssssss....
Posted by ATCFNM at 7:48 PM
8 comments:
[email protected] said...
Delicious stories about the Institute - oh, to have an education like that as an 18 year old ! Those doting older women taking care of a boy's masturbatory needs and doing it so sensitively.
One suggestion : might it have been an even more erotic charge if young Craig had experienced tremors of shame and embarrassment when a troop of females his own age marched in, all in their school uniforms, to see his splayed nudity, even if his upper body were covered by a sheet ? That humiliation would have made his excitement all the more flesh-creepingly intense. It was a girl his own age - and not an aunt or mummy - who was stroking his thighs, caressing his testicles, servicing his cock, witnessing his pearlescent ejaculation. Oh, my God....
Then when he had to face the females in the evening give him a real attack of shame and embarrassment. Make him blush and tremble and gasp with horror when it is girls his own age who appear in the hall. Make him resist when the older women move to take his penis out because those girls in their school uniforms are moving in his direction. Make him become transfixed with fear when he sees schoolgirls staring greedily at his exposed privates.
Older women are one thing but girls his own age....gasp !
Let me know what you think.
June 2, 2011 at 12:53 AM
Anonymous said...
I love the whole atmosphere of the acceptance of a wide group of people to the domination of the males.It is always sexier thinking this is not one or two individuals but a whle groups of women which will eventually expand to be thw whole society.
Femsup
January 29, 2012 at 1:58 AM
Anonymous said...
As a male who is submissive to my dominant wife, I must say that these stories are by far the best I have ever read. Oh to be forced into such glorious servitude!!! I need to be milked several times as a result of simply reading these literary works of art.
January 3, 2013 at 12:46 PM
Unknown said...
Are there any ladies who do this to theirs sons nephews brothers or husbands
April 21, 2015 at 8:33 AM
Anonymous said...
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE THIS BLOG AGAIN. I'VE BEEN HITTING REFRESH FOR ABOUT 5 FUCKING YEARS NOW.
June 18, 2015 at 1:28 PM
Anonymous said...
I would like to have read more about their swimming meets and the interaction between the boys with other swim teams. Also the feeling of the boys exposed to so many females with themselves practically naked. Add to that participating with properly attired girls swim teams in swimming events with the girls enjoying themselves at the boys expense. Teasing and touching, that kind of things. I would like to encourage the author to renew the story, it would be terrific.
August 10, 2015 at 4:27 PM
Anonymoouse said...
Anyone know of any stories like this that takes place in a female dominated society, and promotes forced sexual acts on men? I love how here milking men is a standard and is treated so nonchalantly. Honestly, this is the ONLY story I have read that has its world structured in such a way. This was creative and well-written. I only wish there was more of it.
February 8, 2018 at 5:33 PM
Anonymous said...
Yes.. to my boys who will turn 18 next week
February 17, 2018 at 10:12 PM
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