The Cougar Game

Right away, Brandi knew pain and pleasure would race along in unison, however, because Doughboy's first thrust had found her G-spot. Indeed, it pretty much had to, because every inch of her cunt walls was in contact with his spongy probing shaft. Wherever Brandi's pussy lips and inner cunt had nerve endings, his cock found them.

Brandi remembered from her embarassed pre-reading of the pamphlet Guide to Big Cock Sex that almost all the nerve endings in a woman's cunt were concentrated in the first three inches closest to her now swollen and distended opening. In particular, 55 percent of the sexual network of nerves involved in orgasm were located in the clitoris and the attached structures of the exterior majore and interior minore labia. Brandi's pussy lips were now stretched absurdly as her taut flesh disappeared inside and then clung like a second skin to each outstroke of Doughboy's shaft. Another 25 percent of a pussy's nerve endings were centered on the G-spot, and 15 percent were spread around the first three inches of the vagina wall. Interior to that only 5 percent remained but it was 5 percent most husbands' penises never stimulated.

Moreover, sex was a mental game for most women; it was the thought of being filled up, rather than the sensation of being deeply penetrated, that got most women off so fiercely. As Doughboy pressed ahead with each additional deep thrust, he was pushing back virgin flesh that had never been reached by Stuart. Brandi yelled out,

"Yes, let me have it all! Give it to me! All of it, please....you feel SO good!"

Lifting Brandi's legs high over her head and using one massive black hand to encircle her pair of heels and point them straight toward the ceiling, Doughboy settled into a nice rhythm that took him deeper and deeper on every stroke. Brandi wailed,

"Yes, ahhhh... Yes! Fill me right up!" and then shouted,

"Make my pussy your cunt!"

Doughboy spread her nylon-clad legs wide and draped them across his powerful arms. He raised and opened her hips as wide as they would go. With one final mighty thrust of his pelvis, it was done! Brandi's vaginal canal was filled up with his massive organ at maximum depth, pubic bone to pubic bone. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, and given the patient build-up and therefore gradual stretching, Brandi found it sensational. Every stroke by Doughboy's shaft passed over around and through the swelling hardness at her G-spot. Screams of orgasm followed in quick succession,

"Oh gawd, you're so big, ahhhhh. Incredible, just incredible, ahhhhh. Do it just like that. Yes there, right there, ahhhhh!"

This was the really intense fucking that all Cougars sought, and Brandi knew she never again would want to be without it. Displaying amazing stamina, Doughboy pumped away for over twenty-five minutes until Brandi was almost senseless. On-lookers who were counting her screaming orgasms and moaning recoveries lost count at fourteen. Finally, Doughboy yelled, and Brandi's eyes opened wide as streaming jet upon jet of white hot cum pelted her cervix. She then promptly passed out as was quite typical of the endgame with many of Doughboy's lovers.

The next few minutes were a blur. Both husbands discovered that there reality was now in real time, that their wives on the illuminated screens were in fact at that very moment in the throes of post-coital recovery. In dreamlike fog after intense sexing, many women were their most beautiful. When Brandi arose from her initiation altar, copious amounts of Doughboy's sperm poured out of her now gaping cunt. It ran in long thick gobs down her thighs and on to her legs. Joan too looked like a beautiful sexy vision of Cougar fantasy, but she too was a wreck with hair askew and Rebel's cum splattered all over her face and neck and breasts. She had screamed her way through nine full orgasms while impaled in a variety of positions on his veined cock shaft. She too felt exhaustion coupled with an exhilaration she'd never known before..

The wife/initiates were escorted to bubble bath soakings in hot tubs, and the on-lookers in both amphitheatres began to raise their champagne glasses in a toast. Jennie Draper did the honors.

"May I invite you to join me in welcoming to the Retreat the newest members Joan Hockaday and Brandi Westerholm. They have passed all initiation tests with flying colors. I now welcome them to all the honors bestowed upon sexually unrepressed women -- pleasure, power, and peace."

After deep swigs all around, the assembled society of Cougars repeated with raised glasses,

"Pleasure, power, and peace!"

Jennie then continued, "Please change into the formal wear that I asked you to bring tonight and join us upstairs for a gala in their honor on Top of the Town."

Dionysis Retreat: Top of the Town

Now Stuart and Brock knew why they had been in tuxedos all night. The assembled audience of on-lookers was going to join Brandi and Joan in a top floor small ballroom, and they the husbands were invited to join the gala. Why not? Much had happened, much had changed, and much needed to be celebrated.

Their wives were now the two most desirable women either man had ever known. Sexually liberated, knowledgeable, and self-confident, Brandi and Joan knew things about sex and had done things sexually like no other woman they had ever met. That made each wife initiate powerful, hungry, and sexily desirable in the extreme all at the same time. Neither husband could wait to lay eyes upon them in person, though each was a little apprehensive about how Joan and Brandi would react to seeing them in the company of their Cougar Game sex partners. In one sense, the husbands too had played the game but hardly with the involvement of these newest Cougars.

As the sixty or so attendees assembled on the seventh floor of the Dionysis Retreat, Stuart and Brock noticed they were atop the highest tower in town. The entire Cougar Game had played out in six floors below this penthouse dining club of a fifty-story bank building they had taken their wives to on special occasions. Indeed, Jennie Draper had spotted both women on one of these occasions five weeks earlier on Joan's 53rd birthday dinner at this very same Top of the Town dinner club. Joan had worn a transparent gauze dress with only a flesh-colored body stocking underneath. Her erect nipples atop those fully revealed 34Ds had remained conspicuous all night, and only slightly less obvious were the outlines of a big engorged pair of pussy lips visible if you really starred.

Joan had chosen this outfit for this restaurant because she'd noticed on previous occasions that everyone male at the Top of the Town from the patrons to the waiters to the busboys did in fact stare at sexy women. In order to have a closer look, one man after another had taken extra trips to the bathroom which the maitre'd had located strategically just beside their dining table. Many diners and employees had even stopped to complement the birthday girl with the big tits and party hat. One particularly bold water pourer managed to spill a little ice water down the side of the tablecloth beside Joan's legs. The handsome young black man quickly dodged down on a knee beside her chair dabbing at the spill. Joan noticed he kept his eyes riveted the whole time on her crotch. What she hadn't really noticed at the time was that a high proportion of her admirers were Blacks.

Watching from nearby, Jennie Draper realized that the whole evening had been an erotic mind game the two women had set up just to enliven their sex lives. Jennie had watched Joan and Brandi's sly winks and whispered exchanges. Yes, she was sure of it; the two wives had planned Joan's outfit to drive their husbands and all other males in attendance wild with lust and envy. Jennie guessed they might be headed home to a shared lesbian bed if not a wife-swapping foursome. Then and there she had decided these two should be invited to a Cougar Game, and that was precisely how the sequence of events that led to this whole evening had started.

Stuart and Brock noticed a few details as Game participants appeared; details they might have missed before tonight. The women all had on sexy peep toe high heels and stockings, not pantyhose but stockings. Many dresses were short enough to reveal lacy stocking tops, and there were telltale outlines of garters under tight clothes over full hips and firm buttocks. There were no waifish models in sight; the Retreat's women members were curvaceous bombshells every one. The short floppy skirts of two carelessly seated Cougars had ridden way up their thighs revealing wisps of hair in the one case and a completely bald shaven pussy in the other. Stuart and Brock wondered if all the women were so exposed.

Surely, their wives wouldn't come to a fancy dinner in the Top of the Town restaurant wearing no panties. As soon as the thought crossed their minds, the husbands remembered that Game participants of both sexes were always completely exposed for full viewing of their most private parts throughout the events on the lower five floors. Perhaps this gala was still part of the Game? Finally, Brock and Stuart noticed that a few more husbands were spread around the room but that the great majority of the males in attendance as either waiters or bartenders or tuxedoed guests were Blacks they thought they recognized from lower floors.

Jennie Draper entered in a black matte G suspender minikini under a tuxedo jacket with Greek goddess high-heeled red sandals attached by strappy leggings. She encouraged everyone to find their seats. Stuart and Ross were relieved to see that the Game Creator had wisps of cloth covering her pussy lips and nipples, if not much else. They found their seats at either end of a fifteen seat head table that sloped downwards from a raised middle dais of three high-backed throne chairs. On each side there were six empty arm chairs and then on the end down lower a straight back chair for each of the husbands. Jennie took the middle place on the dais, the lights dimmed, and the proceedings began.

Next, out walked spotlighted Joan and Brandi with gorgeous hairdos and professional make-up looking more like movie stars on the red carpet at the Oscars than the suburban housewives and golfing buddies they had been only yesterday.

Both husbands were again startled; neither of their wives had on a stitch of real clothing. Joan's cupless and crotchless black vinyl monokini was matched with thigh-high black vinyl boots atop 5-inch red stilettos. At her crotch, stretched and swollen pussy lips hung several inches below the ridiculously revealing garment most people had only seen pictured on the most outrageous Brazilian beaches or in strip clubs. Brandi had on a three-strand faux pearl bodice from Wicked Temptations that framed immediately under her beautiful pear-shaped boobs and then draped lower twice more across her chest. Similar bikini strands of faux pearls encircled her waist and ran down the crack of her ass, around and up her crotch leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination. Between the crotch pearls hung two-and-a-half-inch folds of Brandi's fleshy pussy lips distended by her evening of big cock sex. Her thigh-high white vinyl boots matched Joan's black ones right down to the 5-inch red stilettos underneath.

The wives' skin tones were flushed from their three and a half hours of sexual intercourse, and their necks and breasts were all marked by obvious love bites, but they had been massaged the last few minutes and anointed with expensive scented body oils. Each woman felt absolutely wonderful, and it showed. In their revealing monokinis and thigh-high boots, Brandi and Joan were just simply breath-taking, every man's fantasy sex partner.

Rather than joining their husbands, Brandi and Joan sat down at the raised center table next to Jennie. Then the master of ceremonies began to identify by name and body part the wives' sexual partners throughout the evening's initiation event-- the twelve black studs from Level 4 and Usa, the woman with the African headdress. As each was introduced, he or she walked out from behind a curtain and stopped at either Joan or Brandi's throne chair where the wives pulled off a tear-away tuxedo pant that revealed to all in attendance their mating portfolio of five black cocks (and one strap-on dildo).

As the black studs (now clad in just a short cropped tuxedo jacket) made their way throughout the room and then returned to their head table seats, Jennie described the unique characteristics of each man's phallus in detail, recounted how it had been used that night, and opined what each one must have felt like as it entered Joan or Brandi's hand, mouth or cunt. She also noted what it would have felt like if either of the initiates had decided to take that cock in the ass. Jennie appeared to be speaking from experience. After the head table was fully introduced, Brandi and Joan's thirteen sexual partners stood for recognition as a group and were greeted with vigorous applause. Then the wives stood individually and thanked everyone for an eye-opening and pussy-educating experience. More applause erupted.

Jennie then handed each new Cougar a pair of kneepads and sent them down under each side of the high table where they began performing oral sex on one male after another. The idea was to see how quickly the new initiate/wives could cause the recipient of their blowjobs to stand and demonstrate a hard-on. More applause then followed each successful erecting of an oversize black phallus. Even Usa got into the action feigning exaggerated pleasure as Joan mouthed her strap-on. Most of the erections happened quickly with only one or two males needing more than three minutes of the wives' now expert mouthwork before standing to reveal impressive rock hard cocks. As the last black stud received his applause, Brock and Stuart were surprised to feel hands on their own zippers. Looking under the table, each saw the other's wife leering up at him with a big grin.

Rather than slouching down like their often cock-worshipped black counterparts seated above them in armchairs, both husbands instinctively drew back and sat up in their ramrod straight chairs. Pressing their spines against the chair backs made their already smaller penises disappear like withdrawn turtle heads back into the folds of their pants. Jennie of course had set up this additional reminder of the husbands' ultimate inadequacy. Yet, both wives just persisted digging further into the crotch of their friend's husband until each again had something hardening and exposed to work with.

Since neither Brock nor Stuart was used to the oral techniques of his friend's wife, the time to attain an erection was a bit longer than for the black studs. At five minutes Stuart was watching everyone watching him and realized that instead he should concentrate on the wonderful deep throating Joan had begun administering. Brock had a similarly slow start but also responded eventually when Brandi wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and made his entire organ disappear into her suctioning mouth. At the eight minute mark, each husband realized he should stand, but as soon as each got to his feet, the wives came out from under the tables and kept right on deep throating. Within seconds, both husbands ejaculated. The applause now erupted with cheering especially for Brandi and Joan.

Jennie had given detailed instructions as to what should happen next. Brandi and Joan pulled out the six-inch spurting organs and caught the husbands' cum on their lips and tongues. After standing and making an exaggerated swallow, they each stuck out a long tongue on the tip of which they had saved a big last drop of semen. Turning slowly, they approached the recipient of their blowjob and appeared to be readying the man for a sloppy kiss. However, instead of replanting the man's semen in his own mouth, their smeared lips touched but stayed only momentarily. Then each Cougar wife stood and stuck out her tongue to show the cum still present, mounded up just where the ejaculating husbands had left it.

Walking quickly with purpose up the head table, crossing behind Jennie, and hurrying down the other side, Brandi stopped behind her own husband Stuart (and at the other end of the table Joan did the same with Brock). Each then leaned her husband's head back, bent at the waist, and placed a deep sloppy kiss with wide-open lips, depositing the other man's semen in her own husband's mouth. After much tongue-wrestling, the wives released their men, and then all four came up for air.

With these final events, Jennie Draper wanted the Cougar Wives to bring their husbands around to the idea they could participate in the Game on their wives' terms, at their wives' discretion, when and where and if their wives wanted it. Jennie smiled broadly at her newest protégés.

A fabulous banquet ensued. After the last course, Jennie presented the new initiates full length leopard skin coats as Dionysis Retreat gifts of initiation. The two newest Cougars modeled the coats by swirling and swishing round each table throughout the dining room. Jennie also presented to both husbands heavily noduled five-and-a-half inch Wolftooth penis sleeves suggesting that these sex toys "would fit the boys perfectly" and could help get Brandi and Joan reinterested in having sex with them again.

"If that doesn't work," she said, "Brandi and Joan will be needing these,"

and she proceeded to hand each of the wives her own giant dildo like the one on the doorknob on Floor 1.

"We haven't forgotten Brock and Stuart," Jennie said,

and then, without explanation, she passed each husband his own sexy love doll, no longer impaled. Appropriately, these high-end fully-functioning sex substitutes for a human female had "From Brandi" and "From Joan" written across their butts in red tattoo-like letters.

Jennie then pronounced the ceremonies over and invited Brandi and Joan to leave the ceremonies first with whomever they chose. Kissing Stuart and Brock goodbye, the wives promised to be home before dawn and marched out arm in arm like the adventurous Cougars they now were, with none other than Capstone and Doughboy. Both husbands lustily watched their wives high-stepping out the door with their two black lovers. Stuart and Brock realized this was assuredly the first of many such late night supplements to Brandi and Joan's sexual diet. The husbands were resigned to their new roles. Their best bet was to try to make what would surely be their sexually-spent and exhausted wives late for breakfast.

THE END