Incest/Taboo A Woman's Right

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A Woman's Right 1.

Introduction

Small Penis Humiliation, Cuckoldry, Female Domination, Cheating Wife fantasies are classed as forms of sexual fetish. However, they all have foundations in real lives, lived experience, marriages, families and human social relations. As such they cannot be dismissed entirely as mere fetishist fantasy.

In this series I attempt to explore the meaning of these intensely felt fantasies, the purpose of these fetishes. To give them validity.

As the title suggests I start with the concept of human rights, as expressed by Mary Wollstoncraft and Thomas Paine. I extend this to the fundamental experience of sexual satisfaction. In particular to a woman's right to sexual satisfaction. The primacy of woman's sexual pleasure; the achievement of orgasm, is not a modern idea. In fact it is an idea that has declined over the centuries; ancient societies across all continents have been known to raise the female orgasm to the level of sacred obligation. Even in medieval Europe it was widely held that the female orgasm was necessary for conception as the male.

A woman's right to sexual satisfaction must include the woman's right to a sexual partner who possesses the physical sexual equipment to meet that need. For the vast majority of women; and especially those women who have chosen to get married to a man, this means the right to demand her sexual partners are sufficiently well endowed. It follows, therefore that a woman whose husband or boyfriend has a small penis has the right to seek sexual satisfaction outside of the marriage; to take other lovers, to cheat, to have affairs. She should be open about her extramarital promiscuity, and open about her husband's inadequate dick.

From this perspective the intense painful excitement that the small penis man experiences when he is publicly teased about his inadequate organ, the thrilling shame of being publicly cuckolded, the joyful acceptance of his submissive role in his bedroom, marriage, his family and his home, can be seen as his recognition of the woman's right to sexual satisfaction. The tiny dick man, conditioned by society and overcompensating, may think he should play the part of dominant husband, paterfamilias, macho man but his small shameful erections are leading him right.

Size Matters

Pam's Story

I guess it was inevitable that we would talk about dicks sooner or later. After a few drinks our conversation usually turned to sex, love, our husbands and lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, crushes, affairs and one night stands.

It was especially predictable that night: we were a group of women; close friends, mothers, daughters, drinking wine while our men were out on the town, on a stag night.

We'd known one another for ages; my friends and I had met as young mothers when our kids were at school. Now our sons and daughters were adults, with careers, buying homes, getting married.

Which is why we were together that night.

My friend Emma's daughter Sophie was about to get married to the Rt Hon Keith; hers was the first wedding of her cohort. She'd had her hen do already; an exclusive weekend in Monaco arranged by her aristocrat future mother-in-law, deliberately above the means of her old girlfriends. As an alternative Sophie and Emma had asked me to host a girls night in at ours while Keith and all the men from our neighbourhood: our husbands and sons, went on his stag do in London.

I was delighted. It would be like old times.

My daughter May is Sophie's age. The girls had been best friends through school and were still in regular contact, so she came home for the weekend.

My other mum friends had made similar arrangements with their daughters; Kay and Ruby, Helen and Chelsea, Rachel and Tara.

So here we all were; my female friends, mothers and daughters at my house, chatting, drinking wine and laughing. It was wonderful.

I'd missed this.

The mums and I had always been very open with one another about our personal lives, our marriages, about sex, about our husbands - especially about our husbands, and very often at their expense.

So it was that evening.

I wasn't sure if we ought to talk like that in front of our daughters; these were their dads after all.

But after a few drinks it seemed okay. Our girls were clever, confident young women; they talked about men and sex with such cutting humour that soon we were all laughing and joking together.

It wasn't long before the older women got on to describing our wedding nights.

I must have been quite drunk by then because I found myself confessing loudly, in front of my daughter, that I had been disappointed.

"Sorry May, but your dad was too drunk to do anything. I was so cross."

May shook her head and patted my knee sympathetically.

"Don't be sorry mum. It's dad who should be sorry."

After that the talk went downhill; literally.

The young women, our daughters, regaled us with anecdotes of their sex lives; quite shocking, some of them.

I was surprised that my own daughter, May had some very strong ideas about what to expect from the men she slept with.

I learned that she is considered something of an expert on the matter, that she writes about cocks, orgasms, sexual satisfaction from a broadly feminist perspective, gives lectures and even has a popular podcast on the internet.

May and the other young women talked openly about the size of men's penis's.

They all seemed to agree that size is very important.

"Nothing smaller than 5 inches is going anywhere near my pussy" laughed Ruby.

Chelsea shook her head: "Oh no, I think 5 inches is way too small. For me anyway."

Her mother Rachel, who seemed to have got quite drunk already, nodded in agreement:

"Oh my god. I'm so glad you said that. I agree darling. Your dad's dick is 5 inches long; which I always thought was above average because that's what he kept telling me, but I really wish it was bigger. 5 inches is not enough."

We all laughed at that.

At least I tried to join in but really I was wishing they'd change the subject.

I didn't really want to talk about Dave's dick in case they laughed at me. I was so ashamed. But I was also angry and bursting to shout about how unfair it is that I have to put up with his little dick.

I'd always thought Rachel's husband's dick was as small as Dave's; she was always moaning about him being too little to satisfy her.

But I could only dream of a 5 inch cock inside me.

The truth is that my Dave is barely 3 inches long. I don't mean when it's relaxed. That's how big it gets when he's got a hard on. Like my thumb. When we have sex it hardly even enters me. Then when it's in he just finishes in a few little thrusts, rolls off and falls asleep leaving me wide awake, angry, with my bottom on a damp sticky cold bedsheet.

Our daughters took turns to tell us how big the biggest cock they'd had was: 8 inches, 9 inches, more,

Chelsea boasted that her boyfriend Lance had a good thick 10 inches. But it was my May who won the cock contest when she announced that her regular stud possessed a thick 12 inch cock.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked, worried for my sweet little daughter.

May made a funny noise and winked at me:

"Yes mum. It really hurt at first, but it hurt so good. And I got used to it. Addicted to it actually. You can only imagine."

The bride to be Sophie frowned:

"I'm a visual learner. I can't deal with all these numbers and inches. Go and get a measuring tape, a marker pen and something to write on. I need to see what you're all talking about."

I got the whiteboard from the kitchen, wiped the shopping list off it and returned with pen and measuring tape while May opened more wine and topped up glasses.

Sophie drew a graph with inches up along the side and 10 columns for the names of the men along the base.

"So I'll go first"

Sophie wrote the name 'Dan' at the bottom of the first column and gave us all a haughty smile

"Dan is a very satisfactory 7 inches and quite thick."

She drew a line up to the 7 inch mark, round and back down in a crude image of a cock, before passing the pen to her mother Emma.

"Mum, you're next. Be honest now. What's dad packing?"

Emma didn't take the marker pen from her daughter. Instead she giggled and blushed:

"Oh dear. I'm jealous now. Your dad's only got 6 inches. And it's a bit thin."

Sophie shook her head:

"Sorry mum. But okay." and she drew a very thin stick dick up to the 6 inch mark.

Her mother snatched the marker from her daughter:

"Not that thin silly girl, give me that marker, I know what your father's stiffy looks like!"

She rubbed the board and drew a thick 6 inch shaft with a bulbous head before turning to the rest of us:

"Right, who's next? Draw your own cocks."

One by one the younger women drew nice big long cocks with their boys names underneath.

Except for Tara.

Tara confessed she didn't know the name of the boy who had the wonderful 9 inch cock.

She drew his member in great detail and we laughed as she wrote the words "Unknown Fuckboi" underneath with a solemn sigh.

Chelsea proudly added her lad's 10 inch monster to the graph and passed the pen to her mother.

"Go on mum. Dad's dick can go next to Lance's."

Rachel pulled a face and carefully drew a thin shaft up to the 5 inch mark.

"Oh dear. Dad's thingy looks tiny in comparison. Do you think I ought to tell him?" She laughed cruelly.

Chelsea almost exploded as she realised what her mother was suggesting.

"Oh my god mother. I can't believe you're such a nasty bitch. Can you imagine dad's face!"

Once we'd all stopped laughing they all turned to me.

Rachel waved the marker in my direction.

When I hesitated May smiled at me.

"Come on mum. Your turn."

I looked at my daughter and grimaced.

"Do I have to? It's embarrassing."

My friends and our daughters all made sounds of encouragement.

Emma took my hands in hers and looked me in the eye:

"Come on Pam, we're all women here. No need to be embarrassed."

I took a deep breath and took the marker.

"Okay then. But promise you won't laugh."

They all promised not to laugh but I didn't really hear them.

I had made up my mind anyway.

I placed my thumb against the graph and drew around it.

The line barely reached the 3 inch mark.

I wrote 'Dave' beneath it and stepped back.

Laid out on the graph it looked tiny.

All the other cock shapes towered over it.

The other women stared.

None of them made a sound until my daughter May got up and put an arm around me.

"Oh mum. I'm so sorry."

Then they all hugged me and cooed sympathetically.

After a while we began to giggle about it.

Emma started:

"I'm sorry Pam but I'll never be able to look at your Dave the same again."

"I'm bound to keep looking at his trousers now. I'll try not to laugh." agreed Kay.

I admitted that I sometimes teased Dave about the size of his dick. And that it turned him on.

"Have you never cheated on him then?" asked May.

"Not since we had you and Paul were born." I confessed. "I was sometimes a bit naughty when your dad and I were courting, and after we got married. I think I could easily have been a bit of a slut really, I was so frustrated with our sex life. But I forced myself to put up with it. He's nice really, your father. And it's not his fault his willy's so small."

May got cross at that.

"It might not be his fault mum but it's not your fault either. So why should you have to be the one to suffer? That's unfair. It's his dick and only he should have to live with the size of it. Men with little baby dicks are so selfish and thoughtless. You have the right to a proper sex life mum. Every woman does. And that means you have the right to get fucked by a real man with a normal big cock. Cock size is a woman's right issue. Fuck dad and his pathetic little penis. You have the right, the duty to cheat on him with men who have the equipment to give you the sexual satisfaction you deserve."

We all cheered and applauded May's speech.

Especially me.

She was so right. I have suffered because of his pathetic penis. It is unfair. I have every right to fuck other men. Let him cry and get jealous. My wise, confident clever daughter, all my women friends, they understand my needs.

After that we chatted about work and the wedding, drank more wine and danced before our friends left in pairs.

When the last of them had gone May helped me tidy up.

We put the cock size graph whiteboard under May's bed.

"You might want to show it to dad sometime." giggled May.

Once the house was neat and tidy we carried hot chocolate upstairs and I sat on May's bed while she got into her pyjamas.

She gave me a hug and a stern look:

"I meant what I said about your right to cheat mum."

I nodded.

"I know you're right darling. I want to. But it's a bit scary. I can't remember how. I've spent so long training myself to put men off, turn their advances down, I don't know how to say yes to them!"

May gave me a knowing look:

"I'm sure it'll come back mum. So, you've obviously got guys wanting to fuck you, if you're having to turn advances down! Do tell!"

I blushed.

As it happened I did have guys wanting to fuck me. Even before May had made that speech this evening I'd been dying to tell May about a guy at work, Larry.

I'd been fighting Larry off for over a year.

Larry was persistent, lecherous, rude, arrogant and devoted to getting me into bed.

What's more, Larry was a known philanderer, he'd been with half the girls at work.

Apparently he was very good at sex, there were quite a few girls who would sleep with him whenever they were horny and between steady boyfriends.

Larry was known to treat women as mere objects for his sexual gratification. As a feminist I have always been against the idea of being a mere object of lustful desire by some arrogant young man. I'd become so cross at the thought of Larry treating me as an object of lust that it often kept me awake at night in a state of excitement.

The young single girls at work all said Larry was different with me:

"Oh Larry's got a proper thing for you Pam."

"I don't know what you did to him Pam, but I'd love to know!"

"It's like he's obsessed, besotted. You've got him eating out of your hand."

"It's cause you don't give out. Men always want what they can't have. You're forbidden fruit."

"I've never seen Larry behave like such a soppy old fool. If I didn't know him better I'd say he had a proper crush on you. You lucky thing, a lot of girls would do anything for a piece of that man meat!"

Of course I'd always dismissed the young women's sexy gossip as teasing, reminding them that I already have a husband and that they'll soon learn that there's more important things than big cocks and orgasms. Which somehow always made them exchange looks and barely suppressed laughter.

The idea that I might succumb to Larry's constant sexual advances made me nervous and excited.

Perhaps my daughter May would know what I should do. After all, she appears to have become something of a leading authority on the subject with her podcasts and ted talks.

I nodded.

"Okay, yes. There is a guy. Larry. He's just one of the men at work. I don't even know why I'm telling you about him. Why him? I'm being stupid, like a silly girl. Larry is everything I should hate. He's so rude. I can't believe the things he says to me. You'd be shocked, I can't even tell you. It's just all about sex, to him. That's all he wants me for. He won't take no for an answer. The more I put him off the more persistent he is. He's had all the girls at work but he just wants me. The things he wants to do to me are very naughty, very bad. I shouldn't even think about him doing things like that with me. I wish I didn't think about them but I can't help myself.

So, yeah. I have got guys who want to go to bed with me. I always do. Men seem to like me. Larry's just an example, because he keeps on at me."

May smiled.

"Good. But does Larry have the meat to back up all the rude talk?"

I nodded.

"Yes. He definitely does. The girls at work say he's very good at fucking. And i know he has a very big cock because he sent me a picture of it on WhatsApp."

May's eyes widened.

"Oh mum. Wow. He sent you a dick pic! Let's see."

I picked up my phone but hesitated before showing May:

"I was so angry and shocked. I should have just deleted it but I couldn't somehow... I was going to send it to HR and get him fired. I told him I might. He just said it was a risk he was willing to take for me. He's so silly."

May took the phone from my hands, looked at the picture and let out a whistle.

"Nice. Very nice. I'd have a go on that."

May and I sat together, gazed at the image on my phone and sighed as one.

I shot my daughter a guilty smile and blushed:

"I keep comparing it to that little thing in your dad's pants. I deserve a cock like this. I know I'll just be a notch on his bedpost; but who cares? Larry might be a rude arrogant bastard who just uses women for his base carnal pleasure but he can use me all he likes with a cock like that!"

Before May could respond we heard the sound of Dave's drunken voice calling through the letter box, his fists thumping at the front door.

I snatched the phone from my daughter, gave her a kiss and stood up:

"Your dad can never find his door key when he's pissed. I better let him in before he wakes the whole street up again. I dare say I'll have to put the silly sod to bed. Goodnight my darling and thank you for your wise words. xx"

Dave was so drunk I had to help him upstairs and get him out of his crumpled party suit, damp and smelly with booze and piss. He groped my tits and tried to kiss me as I pulled his pants off. I slapped his face, laid him on his back on the bed and pinned his wiggling arms and legs down by kneeling on top of him till he gave up the struggle and started to sob. I looked down to see his little dick was semi erect; an inch and a half of twitching pink flesh. Utterly useless.

When I'd washed and got in bed beside my husband's drunken snoring body I lay there unable to sleep.

I picked up my phone and gazed at the photograph of Larry's huge erect cock. My other hand was between my legs, I rubbed my clit and pressed my fingers into my cunt, feeling the warm wet longing.

I needed to feel that cock inside me.

I tapped a reply to the weeks old message.

"Hi. Are you awake?"

As soon as I pressed send I felt a wave of doubt and panic.

What am I doing?

He'll be asleep or in bed with some little tart. He'll think I'm a total slut. I am a total slut.

The thought of myself as a slut turned me on. I looked at his dick and fingered myself.

The phone throbbed and pinged and lit up with a reply.

"Always awake for you. How may I be of service?"

Silly man.

My sticky fingers shook as I replied:

"I'm in bed next to my husband looking at your dick pic is making me so horny lol."

I stared at the screen for an age before his next message:

"So glad to have spiced up your marriage Mrs pricktease. Now I've got your cunt nice and wet open your legs while hubby fucks you. Goodnight!"

That was too much. I no longer cared.

"I wish. He's asleep, drunk and his dick is so tiny. I'm looking at your big dick and my pussy is wet thinking of you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Now. Please."

I lay listening to my husband snore while I wondered whether I'd called Larry's bluff in moving from sexting and dick pics to the real thing.

I had my answer in 5 minutes:

"I've called an uber to fetch you. 5 mins."

I got out of bed, Put on some make up and tidied my hair. I chose a pair of red high heels, red satin panties and a silk vest that showed my tits off, went downstairs and put a red coat over my near nakedness. It was double breasted with a wide lapel and belt, flared from the waist, so short that it barely covered my bottom.

Our suburban crescent was so quiet I thought that the sound of my heels on the pavement would wake my neighbours.

The uber pulled up with a screech of brakes at the end of the street and the driver called out to me as I scurried over and slammed the car door shut.

The driver seemed to know exactly what I was doing. He licked his lips and grinned at me in the rear view mirror as I parted my legs and fingered my cunt. He dropped me off on a run down housing estate and I followed Larry's instructions across courtyards, alleys and up flights of concrete stairs till I found his flat, knocked and waited. Larry kept me waiting for what seemed like ages.

Eventually the door opened and Larry led me into a dimly lit bedsit. I took my coat off and stood there in my fuck me heels, damp satin panties, flimsy top, smeared mascara and trembling red lipstick mouth. Larry looked me up and down, nodded in a kind of appreciation, let out a grunt and put his hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers into the wet satin gusset. I tugged my panties down over my bottom, pulled them to my knees, parted my legs to step one foot free and felt his fingertips cup my pubic hair, find warm tender wet flesh.,

He was in vest and boxers, his cock poking out, twitching and growing. I pulled his shorts down and held the thick shaft in both hands. I moaned as I felt his hard fingers push deeper into my wet cunt.

We kissed.

Larry lifted me up and sat me on the kitchen work top forcing my legs apart, around his waist. He pulled me to him and at last I felt the bulbous tip of his cock between my pussy lips. He lifted me up easily, my legs crooked over his arms, my arms hanging on to him, holding on, around his shoulders. He slowly lowered me onto his long hard cock.

I squealed as his hard round head pushed between my pussy lips, prised them wide apart until the tip was inside me. He held me there and thrust in and out, slowly filling my tight tingling cunt with his rock hard meat. I was filled and stretched as a virgin, for the first time, he was too big, it hurt me and I felt tissue tear but I didn't care.

As he thrust harder and deeper I lost all control, screaming and grunting like an animal. For the first time I felt an orgasm inside me, like an earthquake. He stopped before it overwhelmed me, pulled out and pushed me forward. I felt my legs part and he entered my pussy from behind, filling me more deeply, fucking me harder.

Just when I thought he was going to cum he carried me to his bed, lay me down, mounted me, making love with deep, gentle powerful thrusts, I came in his arms, felt him cum filling me with his semen.

He pulled his cock out of me with a snap that hurt almost as much as when it had forced in. He stood up, his great thick flaccid cock swinging between his legs, looked at his phone and threw me my coat.

"Good timing. Hurry up, your Uber's downstairs."

We kissed quickly and I ran through the darkness to the waiting car.

The same driver leered at me as I felt cum seeping from my sore swollen cunt. I held it in as best I could. I wanted my husband to smell Larry's seed in me, lay in sheets sticky with our juices, to wake up and eat my dirty, satisfied, broken pussy.

In the morning Dave woke with a tiny morning hard on. I let him clamber on top of my tender bruised body and flounder between my damp sticky thighs in an effort to poke a bit of his slimy little meat stick between my swollen engorged pussy lips.

I opened my thighs and pushed his bottom in towards me, felt a wadge of Larry's cum gush out over Dave's tender head which made him spurt a dribble of semen with a grunt. Then I made him lick my tingling, stretched, sticky used cunt until I came.

I slept for a while, woke up aching but filled with a sense of satisfaction, confidence and completeness. I hobbled downstairs to find May having breakfast with her father.

"You okay mum? You can hardly walk. Have you hurt yourself?"

I winced in pain but gave her a look.

"Oh May. You have no idea. I don't think I'll walk again. I haven't hurt myself but someone has. I think they've broken me, inside. Deep inside."

May smiled at me in a way that showed she understood:

"Wow mum. You don't muck about. Good for you. I was just telling dad about last night."

She turned to Dave who was looking nervous and worried.

I noticed the whiteboard with the cock graph was propped up on a chair.

"Look at it dad. That's your little dick. Look how little it is next to the others. It was a shock. But then we had a laugh about it.."

Dave looked at me as if he was about to cry.

I might have fallen for that before last night but not now.

Now it just made me angry.

I gave him an expression of mock sympathy.

"Ooh there there. Are all the mean ladies making fun of daddy's ickle wickle pee pee?"

Dave stood up, revealing a small but visible erection poking at the front of his pants.

May gave a snort of derision:

"There it is dad. Mum told us it turns you on being teased about your little dick."

May gave her dad's little stiffy a firm pinch which made him wince and sit back down.

I smiled at them both.

"Well I'm glad it's all out in the open. I no longer have to pretend to be satisfied, sexually. I can admit how frustrated I am, how you are unable to meet my needs in the bedroom because of your inadequate organ. Your little problem is no longer my problem."

Dave looked confused: "What does that mean?"

I fixed my husband with a cruel, sexy glare and laughed:

"What it means isn't any of your business. I have women's rights and needs and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm not going to feel guilty for wanting satisfaction. It's not your fault how small it is and there isn't a lot you can do to get a nice big cock. But it's certainly not my fault and there's a lot I can do to get a nice big cock, whenever I like. And maybe I will. If you really loved me and cared for me and wanted what's best for me, like you're supposed to, you'd want me to be happy and sexually satisfied, you'd encourage me to have other men with proper men's cocks, you'd help me, drive, come with me, wait while we're at it and take me home instead of just lying in bed when your poor wife has to go god knows where in minicabs in horrible estates, you'd be grateful to the men for doing what you can't."

After that outburst I needed a lie down. My whole body ached, my legs were sore and my pussy was bruised and raw.

David started to protest, whining about it being so unfair and I had to get away before I lost it with him.

"I'm not here to argue David. May can probably explain it better. I don't care. I'm going back to bed."

May shook her head with a smile.

"Go and get some rest mum. You look like you need it. And have a bath. I need to have a serious talk with dad."

I left them to it and hobbled upstairs.​