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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #3: Building to a Great Climax

A good story is like a good one-night stand.

First there’s the attraction, then some foreplay, and it all leads to a fantastic climax (or two, or five). If any of these parts are missing, then it’s just doesn’t work quite as well. It’s the same with a story, whether it’s a 3-page quickie or a multi-chapter epic. You don’t need to be a literary expert in story structure, but you do need to understand the minimum requirements if you want to seduce your reader into coming back to your place for the night.

A lot of writing guides explain that stories should have a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve always found this to be a pretty useless way to explain how to shape a story. What’s important is the function of each of these parts. The beginning contains an introduction to your characters, a premise, and a promise. The middle serves to develop the characters, complicate the premise, and build tension. The end is where you deliver the big pay-off, release the tension, and fulfill the promise.

The beginning is the place for setting up everything the reader needs to know. It all starts with an interesting character that compels the reader to want to get to know them better. A mother of two in a sexless marriage who notices her older son developing into a desirable young man. A shy daughter who doesn’t know to deal with her blossoming body and wants to explore her sexuality with someone she has trusted all her life. A horny nephew who lusts after his aunt, but is crippled with guilt because his aunt and his mom are identical twin sisters. Describing characters in this way easily leads to your basic premise. Mom seduces teen son; daughter teases daddy; nephew has sex with aunt as a surrogate for his own mother. Your premise is the spine of your story. This means that every scene, event, and line of dialogue should somehow serve this main idea. Staying true to your premise will keep you on track while writing and prevent you from veering off into areas that confuse or distract the reader. Finally, the premise contains an inherent promise. Mom seduces son makes a promise that mother and son are going to fuck. Daughter teases daddy promises that at some point daddy will break down and give his little girl more than she bargained for in the form of his very hard cock. Nephew has sex with mom’s twin sister promises the readers that he will realize that his desire for his aunt is a misplaced lust for his mother and that they will consummate this taboo relationship (possibly with his aunt joining in). The set up can be as short as a paragraph or as long as a few pages provided each of these elements is included.

The middle is generally the meatiest part of a story. This may not always be true in an erotic story (more specifically, a jerk off story). This really is a case where length doesn’t matter as much as how you use it. This is a good place for you to tell us more about the character in terms of background, attitudes, problems, goals, or whatever is important to this story as far as motivation goes. If our premise is mom seduces teen son, there should be more to it than just her needing a good fuck. What is there in her past or in her mind that allows her to cross the line that holds most other mother’s back. Does she have pleasant memories of consensual incest from when she was a teen? Does a friend of hers confess to fucking her own son and plant the idea in her head? Did her son do something to change her view of him from an innocent boy to a sexually appealing man? This is also where you need to build tension. Notice that I used the word “need”! If mom wants to fuck, and son wants to fuck, and they fuck that’s all well and good, but you’re skipping the literary foreplay. Mom should make a move, then pull back. Or maybe she tries something, and her son rejects her (for now). Perhaps the sparks fly, but before they can get very far they are interrupted. Without building some tension here in the middle, the climax is almost always less satisfying.

Then comes the big finish. This is where the promise of the premise gets paid off. Mom fucks son. Dad chokes daughter with his cum. Nephew slides his cock into mom while aunty licks his ass. This is where all porn stories end up – generally no real surprises for the reader. They know what’s going to happen at the end as soon as they pick up on your promise, but they want to see how the characters get there. If you’ve done a good job of building some tension, by the time they get to the expected end they’re so excited that even though they knew what was coming they’re uncontrollably worked up and masturbating like crazy as the final sex scene plays out in all its graphic glory! Once you deliver on the promise and have drained everyone’s sex fluids, that’s your signal to end the story, and end it quick. Your reader is a mush of post-orgasmic jelly at this point, so put a clever bow on your mini-masterpiece in the form of a few poignant lines and walk away.

So there you go – all you ever need to know about story structure. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Set up, development, pay off. If you can think in these terms, your stories will be better than half the stuff out there by default – I promise.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, your place or mine…?

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I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus

It was Christmas Eve and I was so excited that I couldn’t hardly sleep! Neither could Mister Wiggles and Dolly Holly. I was a good girl all year and it was finally going to pay off, but only if I could fall asleep. I closed my eyes real tight, but that didn’t work. Then I heard something outside. It might probably have been reindeer. I went and looked out the window. Snow was falling down, and I could see some footprints. Most likely elves. I jumped back into bed because I was afraid Santa would skip my house if I was awake. That’s when I first hear him.

“Ho, ho, ho…”

The sound came from downstairs. He was here! Right in my house. I tried to be the goodest I’ve ever been, but I couldn’t stand it. I had to go take one little peek. Mister Wiggles wanted to see, too. We sneaked down the stairs and there he was. It was Santa! I couldn’t even believe it. Wait until I told stupid Tiffany that he really was real. That’s when I saw something very strange.

Mommy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. There were all kinds of presents there and I could tell most of them were for me. But the strange thing was that Mommy had hardly any clothes on. She usually wore a big, fluffy robe at night, but all she had on was this tiny little dress that you could see right through. She was looking at Santa and smiling in a funny way.

That’s when Mommy opened her legs apart and she didn’t have any underpants on. She was showing Santa her foo-foo. Mommy always told me that was s’posed to be private. Santa said, “Ho, ho, ho!” again and was very happy about it. Mommy started touching herself all over down between her legs and was kind of squirming around. It was the strangest thing I ever saw her do.

Santa took off his big mittens and pulled down his pants. I covered my eyes because I shouldn’t of seen Santa’s naked butt. I took another peek and saw him pulling on his ding-ding. I knew about ding-dings because I helped Mommy change my baby cousin’s diaper a couple times. Santa’s ding-ding was much, much bigger than Jeffery’s. He pulled and pulled and it got bigger and bigger. It must have been from Christmas magic. Mister Wiggles was scared, but he wanted to stay and see more.

Mommy was making funny noises and pinching the ends of her breasts (Tiffany calls them boobs). It looked like it hurt, but she was still smiling and she was having fun. That’s when Santa went over and waved his ding-ding around by her face. Mommy opened her mouth wide and Santa put his thing right in there! Mommy started sucking on it real hard. It was the strangest thing, but Santa made a moaning sound like it felt very good.

Then I noticed something felt good between my legs. I never felt anything like it before. I squeezed my legs together tight, but that only made it worser…or betterer, actually.

Santa pulled his huge ding-ding out of Mommy’s mouth and hit her face with it a bunch of times. I was afraid Mommy would get mad at him for doing that, but I guess she liked it. He grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it. Mommy was still touching herself a lot between the legs and some of her fingers looked like they were going up inside somewhere. This was too crazy to believe.

The strange feeling in my underpants was going nuts. I stuffed Mister Wiggles down there to make it stop. It didn’t make it go away, but it felt extra nice instead.

Mommy suddenly turned around and got on her hands and knees like a doggy. Santa kneeled down behind her and poked at her behind with his big ding-ding. Mommy reached around and spread her butt cheeks open, then she said, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Santa.” Was she crazy! That’s the last thing you want to say to Santa because then you don’t get any presents.

Santa leaned over and spit on her right between her butt cheeks. She was in so much trouble now!

“Yes you have,” he said. “Santa needs to teach this naught girl a lesson.”

Ho, boy, I knew Mommy was going to get it for that. What could she have done that was so bad?

“Santa is going to have to shove his North Pole in your naughty little asshole.”

I didn’t know what an asshole was, but it didn’t sound nice. Mommy just nodded and shook her butt. It was almost like she wanted to be punished! Santa pulled his ding-ding a few more times then pushed it against her. He pushed and pushed then all of a sudden it disappear somewhere. I very quietly moved down a few stairs so I could get a better look. That’s when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing more than anything.

Santa’s ding-ding was going into Mommy’s butt. It was impossible, but I guess if Santa can get down a chimney that he could also get up there. He moved so his giant thing went in and out. Mommy was making happy noises, and so was Santa. This didn’t look like such a bad punishment. Actually, it was almost like Mommy was being even more naughty than ever. Mister Wiggles rubbed against my foo-foo harder and harder, and I watched some more.

Santa’s ding-ding went in and out over and over again, and then he gave Mommy a big spank. I thought she was going to cry after that, but she only laughed and said, “More!” She got more spanks and liked it. I never liked getting spanks, but maybe I was s’posed to. Mister Wiggles was rubbing faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” Mommy said. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” I was very surprised that Mommy said a dirty word, and I couldn’t figure out where she was coming from because she was already right there. Everything was getting stranger and stranger. “Oh, Santa, fuck my dirty, naughty asshole!”

That’s when Mommy shook all over and made all kinds of whimpering noises. It made my foo-foo tingle when that happened, but I don’t know why.

“Santa’s ready,” he said and pulled his ding-ding out of Mommy’s butt.

Mommy turned around real fast and opened her mouth wide. Santa was pulling on his thing real fast.

“Santa only comes once a year,” he said, “and here it is you fucking cum slut!”

I didn’t have time to be upset about Santa saying a bad word because all of the sudden creamy milk began squirting out of his ding-ding and into Mommy’s mouth. He gave her about five squirts, and seeing that gave me even more tingles between my legs for some reason. Mommy moved her tongue around and it was all covered with the gooey milk. She swallowed a couple times then showed Santa that she’d swallowed it all. That made Santa very happy.

“Merry Christmas,” Santa said and leaned over and gave Mommy a big kiss. She would be in huge trouble if Daddy ever found out that she was kissing with someone else!

I quietly tip-toed back upstairs to my room and got into bed. That funny-nice feeling was still there between my legs. I laid down on my tummy with Dolly Holly under my foo-foo. I moved my butt around kind of like the way Mommy did and it felt really good. I kept giving myself tingles until I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I thought that it must have all just been a dream. I ran downstairs and all my presents were there just like I had dreamed about. There was a bite taken out of the cookies I made for Santa, and the carrot was almost gone (most likely he let Rudolf eat it). I was about to go wake up Mommy and Daddy so I could open presents, then that’s when I saw it.

Where I had dreamed about Mommy and Santa doing strange things there was a spot on the floor. I got down close and looked at it. I sniffed it and it smelled familiar. I figured out that it was a dried spot of Santa’s ding-ding milk. It wasn’t a dream! I really saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus underneath the Christmas tree last night!

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My Current Masturbation Fantasy

I thought some of you might be interested in the fantasy I’ve been working on over the past month or so during my masturbation sessions…

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My sister-in-law Beth comes over one day to visit, but I can tell there’s something on her mind. I don’t push and let her come around to whatever it is on her own as I serve tea and chit-chat with her with her about nothing. Beth is an attractive woman. I always thought my brother deserved someone a lot prettier, but I’m probably biased. She’s just a couple inches shorter than me, wears her dirty-blond hair straight, and keeps herself fit. Breasts are about the same size as mine, though she’s more prone to show off some cleavage than I am. My brother’s wife has me beat in the booty department, but (in my humble opinion) I’ve got the edge when it comes to legs.

She finally comes around to what’s on her mind.

“This will probably seem like a weird thing for me to ask you, but I wanted your advice on something. Something very…personal. And it has to stay just between us.”

She has my attention. “I’m listening.”

“It has to do with sex…with Nick.”

Beth and I had never shared “girl talk” about our husbands before. I’m dying to hear what kinds of kinky things my big brother gets up to with his nice but generally “boring” wife. “Okay. I think I can handle it. Go on.”

“He told me a few years ago that he has a fantasy about being with two women…in bed. You know…”

“I get it, Beth. I think most men have that fantasy in their top three.”

“I’ve never been crazy about the idea, although not because I’m not curious about what it would be like with another woman.” She’s having a hard time looking at me as she speaks about these intimate secrets. “I just didn’t think I could ever find someone I could trust.”

“I can see how that would be a tricky part of it all.”

“Right. So, Nick’s birthday is coming up, and I want to make his fantasy come true as his present this year.”

“Wow. Does he know yet?”

“I want it to be a surprise. But before I go any further, I wanted to see if you thought I should go through with it.”

“Why me? I’ve never had a threesome before.” I wonder briefly if she knows about my hidden online identity.

“No, but you’ve known Nick a lot longer than I have. Do you think a three-way is something he would really want to do? Or is it just a fantasy and nothing more?”

She really put me on the spot with that. I knew nothing about my brother when it came to sex. In my fantasies, he was open to a lot of things, but that was just in my mind. I’m tempted to tell her to give up on the idea, but I can’t resist encouraging her with the sole hope that she’ll share the details with me after it happens.

“I say go for it.” I notice her face become a mix of surprise and excitement.

“You mean it? You think it would be okay?”

“If it’s something you both want, then you should at least give it a try. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, just forget about it and move on.”

“And you don’t think I’m some kind of perverted slut for wanting this?”

“All guys fantasize about threesomes, all women fantasize about being with another woman.”

“Even you?” She seems a little too eager to hear my answer to that question.

“From time to time.” I try to turn the focus away from me. “Now you just have to find a woman you can trust.”

“I trust you.”

The words hang in the air for several long minutes. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying.

“Beth…what are you…?”

“You see, Nick has another fantasy.” She goes back to fidgeting and avoiding direct eye contact. “He fantasizes about having sex with you.”

A frenzy of conflicting emotions well up inside me. It’s a dream come true, but scary at the same time. “He said that?”

Beth nods. “Last year for his birthday, I…I pretended to be you when we made love that night. He called me by your name, and I said things to him like I was you. It was the best sex we’d had since before Adam was born.”

I’m almost too blown away to talk. “Wait…all those outfits you’ve been borrowing over the past year…?”

She blushes at that, making her cheeks even redder than they already are. “So I could dress up like you. Sometimes I would do stripteases for him in your clothes, or sometimes he just wanted to do me in one of your dresses. He loves it. And so do I.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I want to give your brother the real thing for his birthday this year. I want him to have you.” She looks at me and bites her lip nervously. “I don’t even have to be involved if you don’t want, but I would at least like to watch.”

I try to process it all, but my rational side is numb while my libidinous side is going crazy. A chance to finally fuck my brother and not risk ruining his marriage has just been plopped in my lap.

“But what I really want is for it to be a full on threesome,” Beth continues with a sense of needy urgency. “I trust you more than anyone I know, and I think you’re sexy as hell. You have no idea how often I masturbate and think of being with you, Rachael.”

That makes up my mind.

“Yes.” I take my sister-in-law’s shaky hands in mine. “I’ll do it.”

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Beth is in a pink teddy. Nick is blindfolded and moves haltingly as she leads him into the bedroom.

“What have you got planned this time?” he questions and sniffs the air. “Mmm…you got my sister’s perfume, didn’t you?” At this point Beth removes his shirt. “What else?” She undoes his pants and pulls them down.

I can see my brother’s hard-on in his boxer shorts. My tummy fills with butterflies.

“Did you manage to steal a pair of her dirty panties? You did, didn’t you?”

Beth shoot me a wink and shimmies down his underwear. I see my brother’s cock for the first time. All doubt leaves me and for the first time I’m one-hundred percent sure this was the right choice.

“Ready?” Beth checks with her husband, then pulls off the blindfold. “Happy birthday!”

He blinks and smiles big as he spots a naked lady on his bed. He blinks some more and as his vision clears the smile fades.

“Rachael?” He looks at Beth confused. “What…?”

“I told her everything,” Beth admits, stepping close and taking hold of his erection. “Your sister wants to play with us. She’s agreed to make your fantasy come true.”

He looks at me, unable to believe it. “Rachael…are you sure?”

Instead of answering, I open my legs, spreading them wide. The sight of my dripping pussy is all it takes to convince him.

“Get over here and fuck your horny sister’s cunt while I eat your slutty wife’s pussy.”

The two of them kiss, then Nick is on top of me. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Me, too,” I whisper back.

I cry out with unrestrained ecstasy as my brother fills me with his cock.

Beth has stripped out of her negligee and joins us on the bed. “That’s it, Nick, fuck your sister’s hot pussy. Give her what she’s always wanted.” I’m too distracted by my brother’s thick cock pushing deep into me over and over again to be able to enjoy watching Beth masturbate to the sight of our incestuous union. It’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.

“Can I cum inside you, Rachael? Please say yes.”

“Do it. I want your cum in my cunt, Nick. Give it to me!”

We both orgasm together, with Beth getting herself off along with us. We waste no time before switching into a new position. Beth lies down, I turn over and bury my face between her legs while my brother slides into me from behind. Ten minutes later we each get off again. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m straddling my sister-in-law’s face and she’s sucking her husband’s cum out of my pussy. Nick watches and strokes himself while he fingers his wife’s cunt. That’s when I notice something.

Someone is peeking in from the doorway. It’s my nephew Adam. My instinct is to scream and cover up, but his mother’s mouth on my clit feels too good to stop. It soon becomes obvious that he’s jerking off as he watches his parents fucking and sucking his aunt. I quickly decide that I don’t care if he watches. In fact, I want him to watch. I love that he’s watching his mother suck me off and eat the two loads of his father’s semen that I have inside me. I cum on Beth’s mouth, then push my brother onto his back and mount his big cock. Beth gets on his face and the two of us make out while we each hump Nick. I wonder if Adam can see my asshole as I ride his dad’s prick.

Our threesome goes on for a couple more hours. Things slow down, but none of us wants it to end. I suck my brother to orgasm while his wife licks his balls. I don’t get much of a reward, but just being able to taste my brother’s sperm is enough for me. Beth and I eat each other out some more, and even grind our cunts together. I’m dying to tongue fuck my brother’s asshole, but I want to save that for the next time we play together. And I know there’s going to be a next time as long as my husband doesn’t find out what I’m doing.

Adam is no longer in the doorway. “I think we woke your son,” I say during a lull in the action. “He saw us.”

“Yeah, we should have warned you.” Nick kisses one of my nipples, cupping my other breast lovingly. “He’s been spying on us for a few months now. I was going to have a talk with him, but Beth wouldn’t let me.”

Beth pauses tickling her own clit for a moment before saying anything. “Nick noticed him first and told me. I was pissed, but then the next time he peeped on us while we were doing it I got so turned on it was insane. It’s so fucking hot knowing that my son is watching me get fucked.” She plunges two fingers into her well-used hole and begins masturbating. I quickly join her. It’s only a matter of seconds before my brother is stroking his half limp cock.

“I found some pictures of you in a bikini on Adam’s tablet, y’know,” my brother mentions as the three of us brought ourselves closer to our final orgasms of the night. “He’s been jerking off to fantasies about his sexy aunt.”

“Well, fantasies do sometimes come true.” I zero in on my sore clit and work it as fast as I can. “Doesn’t Adam have a birthday coming up soon…?”

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It started out with the conversation between me and my sister-in-law. I was getting myself off just to the idea of her inviting me to be in a threesome with her and my brother. I was then able to get as far as me opening my legs for Nick. Damn, would that be fucking hot! Eventually, I was able to progress to the actual sex. The addition of my nephew only cropped up earlier this week for the first time. This was an unexpected development, but I think we all know where this fantasy is going next…

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Cumming Clean

Bath time was always special for me when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand why back then, but having that time alone with Mom each night was something I always looked forward to. I liked being naked, and it was even more exciting to be naked in front of another person – even if it was only my own mom. I enjoyed the feel of the soft, soapy washcloth as she ran it all over my body, and I especially loved when she’d rinse me off and she’d use her bare hand on my skin to wipe away the suds.

I was sad when it came time for me to learn how to use the shower and bathe on my own. Shortly after puberty I discovered that the nice part of washing alone was that I could spend as much time as I wanted making sure my pussy was clean. And, I must have had the cleanest pussy in my school!

Around the time I started going to college, my parents remodeled the house and put in this big, luxurious whirlpool tub. I skipped the shower and was back to baths whenever I had the time. It wasn’t long before mom walked in and caught me masturbating. It was super embarrassing, but also strangely arousing. I flashed back to all those nights when I was little and she bathed me. When she came in I froze and didn’t know what to do. She didn’t say anything, but she also didn’t leave like I thought she would. When I looked at her she gave me a big smile and a knowing wink.

Without really thinking about it, my fingers began to move again. I rubbed my clit slowly and waited to see what she would do. That’s when she slipped off her robe and I got my first look at what a fantastic body my mom had. I began masturbating for real as I watched her move around the bathroom naked, her tits swaying enticingly, her ass begging to be grabbed. All I could do was nod dumbly when she asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Mom climbed into the huge tub with me, soaped up a washcloth, and began rubbing it gently over my tits and tummy. I was just like I remembered it, only this time I understood why it felt so good. I knew then that those innocent seeming bath times were as sexually stimulating for her as they were for me. Before I knew it, my mother’s fingers had replaced mine, and soon my mom was bringing me off to a sudsy, mind-shattering orgasm. It was incredible. She then handed the washcloth over to me so I could return the favor. I’ll never forget the look on Mom’s face as I made her cum with my fingers so deep up inside of her.

Now Mom and I share a dirty bath together at least a couple times a week. Sometimes we just relax and play with ourselves. Sometimes we’ll masturbate one other. But most often we end up sucking each other off (usually more than once). Oddly enough, we never fool around outside of the tub. I guess we both want to keep our mother and daughter bath time as special as it’s always been.

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