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Camping In Ireland: Part 2
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Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.

Intimacy in the open air.

Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn’t giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn’t even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny.

He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.

His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.

They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.

She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.

Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.

Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead.

"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.

He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they’ve done this since the dawn of creation."

Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned.

"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".

"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added’ “I want to learn what makes you feel good".

And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.

She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.

He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.

She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.

But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.

As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.

It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.

His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.

She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.

His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.

“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You’re Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else.

As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.

“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.

He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.

“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You’re a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.

They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.

It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other’s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both.

Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.

The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.

He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?

She immediately accepted his hospitality.

By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.

“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.

“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”

“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.

And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other’s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.

His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.

He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.

She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.

He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.

He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.

His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.

His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.

In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.

As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.

Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.

She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her si

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My First Time Podcast presents:
Camping In Ireland: Part 1
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Camping In Ireland: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 23 Apr 2025 10:31:00 -0600

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The Night Storm

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity’.

Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.

The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.

There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor’s Honda Civic.

Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.

To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch’. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?

His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent’ which she had all to herself.

The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?

Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.

“Thank you for staying back at camp. I’m not sure how I’d feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.

“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.

“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.

She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself. She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.

The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.

After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.

Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.

She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.

Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.

He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.

On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.

His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.

In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning.

He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.

Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.

He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.

She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.

She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms. With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.

In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.

Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.

As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.

When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.

Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.

He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.

As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.

He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.

They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..

He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further.

She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.

As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans.

Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.

He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.

And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.

He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.

As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.

He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That’s when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.

She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.

He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.

Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.

The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.

She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs’ manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.

Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again.

He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.

She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.

She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.

She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.

He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.

His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.

Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.

Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.

He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.

He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.

Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.

His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.

They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.

He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide.

Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.

He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.

Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.

She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.

He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.

She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.

She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning gr

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She makes up for a lifetime of teasing.

by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself.

Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark.

As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school.

I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it.

At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything.

My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day.

I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke.

“I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said.

The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes.

He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.”

He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.”

While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this?

Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.”

Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me.

She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.”

I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus.

“Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply.

She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d ask is all.”

“Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves.” I said and took my stuff to another table.

She paused a minute and then came after me. “Hey wait a minute.” She said. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you.”

“I’m well aware of the fact that you’re only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don’t want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?” I asked.

Stacy frowned. “I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better.”

I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. “I think a blowjob would make everything go away.”

Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face.

“It’s a deal.” She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table.

My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes?

I didn’t have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning.

I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase.

He looked up when I walked in. “Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she’s waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you’ve got yourself a hell of a looker there.”

“Stacy’s here?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah, get up there and do your thing.” My dad said.

My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes.

I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Why are you here Stacy?” I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me.

She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room.

“We made a deal.” She said softly.

“Deal?” I said. “Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don’t have to make it up to me.”

She stepped toward me. “No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week.”

I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold.

She came up to me and took my hand. “James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering.”

I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. “Alright.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed, where she left me standing. She backed up slowly, smiling at me as she reached my desk, she leaned back on it, making sure to press her chest out toward me.

She ran a hand across her stomach and said. “So what do you want to do to me?”

I swallowed, and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. “I thought it was just a blowjob?” I said.

“I could do that.” Stacy said. “And more. Come on James, I know you’ve fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I’m giving you a chance to do whatever you’ve always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me.”

I hesitated. “You really want to know?”

She smiled and nodded.

I sighed, “Don’t get mad because it’s a little weird.”

She scoffed. “Just fucking tell me already, would you?”

“Alright here goes.” I took a deep breath. “I always knew I’d never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we’d be at a party and you got a little too drunk, and end up hitting on me. Since I’d never get another shot and it’d be kind of a payback from me I’d take you upstairs and have sex with you.”

She seemed a little disappointed. “That’s it?”

I shook my head. “Even while you’re drunk you’d still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you.”

She stopped me. “Finish?” She smiled. “Oh you mean cum!”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’d tell me not to, but I’d I was going to, anyway. I’d finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you’d find out that I got you pregnant, and we have to get married.”

She nodded. “Well unfortunately I can’t help you with the getting pregnant part because I’ve been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I’ve always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts.”

“Really? You’re going to let me have sex with you?” I asked brightly.

She nodded. “Oh yeah; and this time I’m going to make you cum inside my little pussy.”

The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of that for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed hers into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so.

Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. “Oh wow.”

I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn’t fight it, and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest.

My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out, so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second, before tugging the them down and off.

My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her.

“My god!” She said. “You’ve got an eight inch beast in here!” She exclaimed.

I really didn’t think I was that big, but if she said so, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. “It’s so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?” She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down; sucking with a passion. I’d only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie, and she was nowhere near as good at ii, as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth.

Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, “You wanted to cum inside me right?” she asked.

I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too, and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did.

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Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy to Heaven.

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"We'll go to my house for the rest of the night," said Melody. Agnes and the Three Amigos followed her to a small stone house along the dirt street of the village. Inside was a single room with an overlooking loft. A fireplace was at the center of one wall, crude kitchen cupboards and a dining table were at the other. Cushions and pillows were scattered around the floor. "Burt and Melody, the Mayor and his wife, live no better than I do," thought Agnes. "Equality is the norm here. I like that."

Agnes stood uncomfortably at the center of the room, surrounded by the three naked men and Melody, equally naked. Harry, the short Asian, took command. He wrapped his arms around Agnes and kissed her passionately on her lips and pulled her hand down to his erect cock. She explored the length of his cock with her hand.

Harry pulled his lips away from her. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh, yes," she said, eager for more kissing, more exploration."

Dick's turn," Harry answered. "If that's okay with you."

"Yes," she said again as middle-sized Dick pulled her to him and, this time, her hand found his cock without assistance. It was another long kiss, and his tongue went into her mouth and she stroked his cock.

"My turn," said Tom, She broke away from Dick and closed with Tom, who was so tall that she had to stand on her toes to reach his face. He lifted her off her feet, put his hands beneath her hips, and she curled her legs around him and felt is cock probing her cunt; but only barely, and she felt the uncircumcised skin moving back and forth, caressing her.

"Don't forget me," said Melody. "I'm not just a potted plant standing here."

Tom lowered Agnes to her feet and stepped away. Melody dropped to her knees and pulled Agnes to her. Harry stood behind her, kissing her neck and ears and tweaking her nipples with his hands.

Tom lowered Agnes to a cushion on the floor and cradled her head in his lap, his hands over her tits. Melody crouched over Agnes, put her head between Agnes's legs and continued to suck her. Harry stood behind Melody and, holding his cock in his hand, inserted it.

"Where?" Agnes wondered. "Her cunt or her asshole?"

He stroked back and forth.

"Where do I fit in her?" asked Dick. He knelt down on his knees at Agnes's side and his cock hovered over her face. "Have you ever had one of these in your mouth?" he asked.

"No," she answered, "but I guess I had better try it." She used a free hand to guide Dick into her mouth. It tasted clean and dry and she explored its tip and up and down its length with her tongue and mouth but gagged when it entered her throat.

"Sorry," said Dick. "I won't do that again."

"It's okay," said Agnes, catching her breath. "I need to learn how to do, uh, blow jobs." The words came out of his mouth with difficulty.

"Practice makes perfect," Dick answered. "You can look forward to Tom's dick. Now, that's a mouthful!"

"I can feel it pressing against my neck," Agnes said with a laugh. "It feels like a log back there." She took Dick into her mouth again;

"This girl is a comedian," said Harry.

"I was sometimes accused of frivolity when I was in the nunnery," said Agnes, taking Dick out of her mouth. "I wasn't really a very good nun, but I tried to be."

"I perceive a long and beautiful relationship for you with the Three Amigos and Melody; and everybody else in Heaven."

"I can hardly wait to expand my horizons," Agnes said sarcastically.

"Back to the business at hand." She took Dick in her mouth again and began licking with her tongue.

Melody lifted her head from Agnes's crotch. "Are you liking what I'm doing to you or do you want one of the guys to fuck you?"

"I am feeling just fine," said Agnes. "Your mouth is going to make me cum very soon. Is that okay?"

Agnes spread her legs wider to take Melody's ministrations deeper; her nipples were hard and throbbing from the touches of Tom's hands, and Harry resumed his rhythmic stroking of Melody's asshole. She moved in impassioned concert with the others, thrills racing through every muscle. "My God," she thought, "I never imagined that Heaven would be so exciting." The two hot women, while locked into Sapphic comforts, were keeping all three of them. the young men pleasured.

"I'm going to cum," said Dick. He was hunching back and forth, driving to every part of the sexy uncloistered nun's mouth. Her lips clamped down on it to increase the pressure and with a convulsion, she felt the hot cream inside her mouth and quickly swallowed the load, down her throat. She tasted the saltiness of it with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Agnes screamed, "Now I'm going to cum. "Melody, hands under Agnes's hips were raising her off the floor, driving her tongue deep into the wetness of her cunt. Agnes's body shook with excitement, her vaginal walls radiated nerves in every direction, and she could have sworn that her tits, stroked by Tom, were lactating and spraying milk in a long arc upward. Her toes and fingers tingled. She fought for breath, trying to swallow the sticky sperm in her mouth, but feeling it dribbling out of her mouth.

"It's my turn now!" said Melody. She raised her head from Agnes's cunt and slid it along her milky-wet stomach as Harry's cock pounded her from behind. She grasped around Agnes' torso in her hands for support and Agnes felt her body shake as she climaxed, and Melody, pressed into her chest, her hot breath on Agnes's tits.

When it was all over, Melody, Agnes, and the Three Amigos all lay side by side on the cushions and pillows in a contemplative, peaceful, and quietly euphoric after-sex state of mind.

Sexy Agnes, no longer an 80 year old, was enjoying the prime of her early 30s and sporting the hot body she had suppressed during the seventies sexual revolution.

Tom spoke first. "I seem to be the only one here who hasn't had an orgasm yet. How about it, Agnes? How about a conventional fuck? Missionary style? Or something more exotic?”

Agnes had slid further toward Tom's knees during her climatic convulsions She turned her head and looked upward toward the tower of his large, erect cock, and briefly worried that it wouldn't fit into her. "Give me a moment," she said. I'm too tired to do more than lay here."

Melody rose to her feet. "I'm starving. Come with me, Dick and Harry; leave Tom and Agnes alone and help me fix some dinner." Dick and Harry stood up and followed her into the primitive kitchen, in her house. She lit candles for light and stoked the ashes of her primitive stove. Flames made flickering patterns against the stone walls.

"I'm ready now," said Agnes. Tom rolled over on top of her and joined her. Before responding to him, Agnes said to Melody, "Save some food for me. And thank you for inviting me to meet the Three Amigos."

Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy toHeaven.

In the mid-morning sun, Aden's newest resident was tending her garden with the energy of her prime, and a body of near-perfection

"Hello, Agnes."

Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her own vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. His hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered. "Welcome!" She stood up, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, and walked over to where he was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.

"Melody tells me you're doing great. I came out to see for myself." Melody was Burt's buxom and bubbly wife.

"Things are going well." She looked around at her vegetable garden with pride.

"You've been here for three months now? I've seen you at Friday Fuckfest. I apologize for not paying more attention to you." Burt ensured his re-election every year by careful attention to the needs of his three hundred constituents. With the enthusiastic support of Melody, they operated on the maxim of "No spirit unfucked." Burt had apparently not perceived that Agnes needed his sexual attention.

"Melody has been wonderful showing me around; and we've had some good times together."

“So, I hear; and with the Three Amigos! Are you enjoying the sex?" Burt smiled happiness. Sex, she had learned, was a common subject of discussion in the blissful reality of Heaven.

Agnes blushed. "It's been wonderful. I've met so many nice people. I was up-tight at the beginning, but I loosened up. I even volunteered for "Y'all Come" at the last Fuckfest.”

“How was it?”

“Ten men came to me. They all came." she snickered.

"Here! You're a popular woman. I look forward to enjoying you. But I'm here with another task for you.

Agnes was disappointed. She thought he had come out to her house to see her for some mid-day siesta sex; and she was willing. Sex was a requirement at the Friday Fuckfest, but optional and voluntary at other times. Agnes had sampled a few men between Fuckfests. Life, in heaven was sensual. Sex was casual. The suppressed sexual tension of earthly society had melted away.

"We have a new arrival today, and you're the best person to greet him and introduce him to our community."

"With pleasure," she responded. Agnes welcomed opportunities to be useful. "Once a nun, always a nun," she thought.

"He's a problem. He's eighteen years old and was killed in an automobile accident on earth."

"Eighteen," she grimaced to herself. "Why me? Wouldn't one of our eighteen-year-old girls be better at this than me?"

"Oh, no, they're much too forward and lusty. This boy was a choir boy, and he is religious, conceited,and prudent. On earth, he wanted to be a priest. He is a virgin and declares his intention to never sully his body and soul with sex or sin." Burt added with a smile, "Given his personality, I doubt he had many opportunities to lose his virginity."

"If he wants to abstain from sex, why is he being sent here?"

“God knows! And Saint Peter does. Anyway, we have to make the best of the situation. I would appreciate if he could stay at your house for a few days while you introduce him to our loving culture, gradually.”

“Aren't I a little old to do this?" Agnes had selected the age of thirty-two for her spirit in Heavenly Aden; on earth she had died at age eighty-two.

"Given your religious background, you're the perfect person for the job.”

“Am I supposed to fuck him?" Her language had become much more explicit in Heaven.

"Oh, no, not necessarily, but you need to prepare him for Fuckfest. Five days from now."

"Well, I can't refuse, can I?" she said with resignation. "Even in heaven a nun has obligations."

"I'm sure you'll succeed. He will be projected into our reality in two hours, on the path in front of your house." I have kissed her on the cheek. "I also have a second reason for coming out to see you today."

"Oh?" she answered, enjoying the arm that snaked abound her back and the touch of his bare chest against hers.

"Perhaps we could enjoy a little tryst. Our first of many, I am sure."

"I thought you'd never ask. First, I need to wash off the dirt and sweat."

"I want you like you are." He kissed her and she melted into his arms. "The boy's name is Joshua."

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After Burt left, Agnes washed away the dirt , sweat, and sperm in the emerald pool below the waterfall a few steps out the back door of her house and put on a fresh pair of shorts and shirt The shorts were short and the shirt was sheer. tits and the pink of her nipples showed through the thin cloth. "Not a suitable outfit for meeting an aspiring priest," she thought to herself. "But the Heavenly Host in his wisdom, doesn't believe we need much in the way of clothing. "

She tidied up her small, two-room stone house. Suddenly, she started in surprise. "Where is he going to sleep?" Her bedroom contained only a double bed. Her living room had cushions on the floor, a couple of chairs , and a wooden table that served both for eating and as a work place. Outside, on a small terrace overlooking the emerald pool and the waterfall; were another two chairs and a grill on which she cooked her modest meals.

"Well," she said. "He'll have to sleep in the bed with me, or find a place on the cushions. I'm not in charge of accommodations here. It might be more heavenly if I were. Sorry to be critical

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Sister Agnes, In Heaven: Part 2

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Sister Agnes, In Heaven: Part 2

goes to a party in Heaven and meets three young men.

In 3 parts, based on a post by ElsieThompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Hello, Agnes."

Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was Burt, President of the City Council of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a white blouse. Her hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered with enthusiasm. "Welcome!" She stood up and walked over to where he was standing and kissed him on the cheek. For her that was bold.

"I came to apologize," he said.

"What for?" she was puzzled. "I should have fucked you the other night. I focused only on what I wanted, and didn't take your needs into account." Burt had masturbated and cummed on her tits

.Agnes, with less that a week in Heaven, still flinched at the word fuck. "Oh," she said, dismissing his apology, "That's all right. Harold, uh, fucked me good. I was happy." She chuckled. "Maybe for my first sex experience one man was enough. And I enjoyed watching you, uh, cum on me.”

“You were a virgin on earth, I take it.”

“Oh, yes, 80 years of chastity on earth." She laughed. "Suddenly I'm in Heaven and; and sex is required; and I've always been a stickler for following the rules. Plus, I am enjoying my 32 year old body. I am delighted to have a garden, a house, a dog." She reached down in the cleft between her tits to wipe away the sweat. Burt's eyes followed her hand. Self-consciously she looked down. The brown of her nipples showed through the thin, sweat-soaked fabric of her blouse.

"Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me. If there's anything I can do to help you adjust to Aden," His eyes did not leave her chest.

Agnes mused a moment. "I do have a question. Is there no anxiety or jealously in Heaven? Harold and I had a good time; but I was unhappy when he left me to have sex with another woman. I understand that we all have an obligation on Friday nights to make sure that everybody has sex, and I'll do my part. But I felt abandoned. Harold fucked me and left." A tear ran down her cheek. She clutched Burt to her. "Fortunately you showed up and made me feel better. But are my feelings normal here in Heaven? Where everything is supposed to be, well, heavenly."

Burt squeezed her to his chest and patted her back. "I suggest you give it some time; and try other partners. I felt uncomfortable the first time my wife fucked another guy here. It was a bit unsettling to my un-renewed mind. But we chose Aden as our heavenly home because we both have the desire to experience a more permissive sexual scene. Perhaps you feel the same? Repressed desire; all those years as a nun?”

“Yes, I wanted a freer, more individualistic life when I chose Aden. But I feel like I should be in love with Harold, and jilted because he left me to fuck somebody else. Everybody fucks everybody here, but at heart I'm a prude."

Burt held her at arms length, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You were not prudish at all. You lay there naked, your legs spread while I crouched over you and stroked my cock. You were attentive, a little apprehensive as anybody would be who has never been cummed on, but you were a sensual experience for me. I loved it."

Agnes wiped away the tear and laughed. "Thank you. I think I was just terrified. The epistles teach us to ‘be transformed by renewing our minds’. I guess that especially applies to now?”

“I should have fucked you. Slowly and carefully. I should have reassured you and made you comfortable." He paused. "I walked out here to see you and apologize, but I also wanted to take a shower in your neighborhood waterfall." He nodded toward the waterfall a few yards beyond her house. "Does that interest you?"

Agnes turned to look at the waterfall. It was a popular place for bathing. Nobody was there, but frequently people walked out from the village and cavorted in the deep, clear pool at its foot. Everyone went into the water naked. She felt panic at the thought of getting naked in broad daylight in the open air. "Well, maybe." She gathered her wits. She should do this. She was in a place in which sex and nudity was the norm. "Yes, let's do it" she said with resolve. "I need to wash the dirt and sweat off. I must smell like a goat.”

“A very lovely goat," Burt answered.

"Getting naked is difficult for me. I'm still getting use to the culture here." Agnes admitted.

"I'll help you," Burt said with a leer, his eyes focused again on the rivulets of sweat that trickled between her tits.

‘He wants to fuck me,’ Agnes thought with a feeling of panic. ‘But I don't have to do it. Aden's rules are that sex is mandatory only on Friday nights. Do I want to do this?’ she asked herself. ‘Where would we do it? In the water? How? Standing up? Those rocks on the shore look hard. I'm not sure I want to lie down there. I wish my tits were bigger. I wish I had shaved my cunt. Am I ready for this? Oh, God, you put me here. Help!’

Her mind raced. ‘Have I already decided to fuck him? What if he doesn't want to? What if he's just being friendly. What if he rejects me? What if somebody sees us while we're fucking? I'll freeze up like a ice cube and I won't be any good. Should I fake cumming? How do you fake cumming?’

Burt took her by the hand, "Ready? Let's go." The two of them walked to the rocky shore of the pool. The waterfall made a low roar in the distance. "Now?" asked Burt. He shook off his sandals and then pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. He wore no underwear.

Agnes looked down at him momentarily. Yes, that was Burt as she recalled him. A short, fat cock, surrounded by a heavy bush of black hair that extended up to his navel. His cock hung limply.

Burt touched her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," she answered. She stood stiffly as his hand ran between her tits, undoing the buttons on the blouse. He turned her around and slid the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby bush. He kissed the back of her neck as one hand found a nipple and tweaked it. "Pink nipples that get hard when they're touched. You're going to become very popular here, in Aden.”

“I'll do the best I can," she said, but not with much confidence. She felt the tingle of pleasure as Burt caressed her tit, but stiffened again when he loosed her shorts and pulled the garment around her shapely ass cheeks, where they dropped to her feet. She stepped out of them. The two of them stood facing each other and Burt kissed her on the lips and ran his hands down her sides and over her ass.

’Is he going to fuck me now?’ she wondered to herself. She could feel his cock rubbing into the hair on her pubic area and her tits, the nipples now long and firm, rubbed against his chest.

He stepped away from her and took her hand in his; and stepped carefully into the clear, green water.

Agnes paused before following him. "Before we go in, tell me something. I don't want to be deceptive. Does Melody know you're out here with me?" Melody was Burt's wife for 20 years on earth and 40 years in Heaven.

"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other. Nobody hides anything here. No reason to." He paused "It's my job; and Melody's; to make sure newcomers fit it and adjust; and she is really enthusiastic about sex. She fucks a man or two every day of the week. That's probably what she's doing right now. She will want to enjoy you. Soon."

Agnes didn't have much of a notion as to how women should conduct themselves, but she followed Burt into the water. It was cool and crystal clear. Colorful fish darted around her feet. Burt stepped deeper into the water. "Be careful. The rocks are slippery. Realism, you know, virtual life after death but without many of the unpleasant features of real life.

"No flies, I've noticed. No mosquitos.”

“Can you swim?"

They were neck deep in the water.

"Yes, although I haven't since I was a teenager. We didn't have a swimming pool in the convent." She laughed at the thought.

"Let's swim to the waterfall and take a shower," said Burt. Side by side they stroked across a few yards of deeper water. Burt pulled her up onto the rocks behind the waterfall. She looked around. Nobody was in sight.

The sound of the waterfall was thunderous now as they stepped into it. She shivered from the cold, then raised her face into the falling water and felt the heavy weight of it cleanse her body. She took a long gulp of the crystalline water.

"May I scrub your back?" shouted Burt, who was standing beside her. He reached onto a ledge and his hand came away with a bar of soap. "Oil and Ash soap, of course. No pollution allowed in Aden.”

“Of course," she answered in what she thought was a coquettish voice. Burt massaged her shoulders, then ran his hand over her back, moving down to her ass, massaging and rubbing and then his hands were on her upper legs, his fingers between then, tickling her labia, running his hands over and up and down her upper thighs, and his finger found the crack in her ass and pushed downward; all the way down.

He pulled her around to face him and they kissed long and hard as the cascading water mist sprayed over their heads and down their naked bodies. He gently turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, taking one hand to caress her amazing tits, and his other hand traveled over her narrow belly, then fluffed her pubic bush. His fingers sought her cunt and he inserted one, and then a second one.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, I'm wet, lubricated; whatever the word is." She sucked in a breath. "Don't stop doing that." Burt's thumb massaged her clitoris as his two fingers stroked in and out. She lowered her hand behind her ass to feel his cock. "I didn't touch Harold's cock when he fucked me. I'm curious what it feels like.”

“It's sort of cuddly when it's soft, but you've made it hard. Are you liking this? We can go to shore and fuck on the beach. Or go to your house, if you prefer.”

“Oh, no," she answered. "Keep doing that. That feels so good." She was hunching back and forth, Burt's fingers reaching far inside her, the hard knot of her clitoris tingling from the gentle touch of his thumb. "I think I'm going to cum.”

“Do it!" Burt commanded. "I want to feel you cum."

Agnes felt a shiver go down her whole body and her legs gave way and she would have fallen had not Burt been holding her. Her body convulsed in tremors as the climax pulsed up and down her limbs. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips forward to force his two fingers deep inside her and clutched them with her vaginal walls. She leaned back and Burt's other hand found the hardened nipple of her left tit, and he pinched hard and she felt another jolt radiating up and down her chest; and then it was over and she collapsed in euphoria and would have fallen had not Burt caught her in his arms. The falling water washed over her head and face.

"Oh, my God," she said when she could talk. "That was intense. I've never cum standing up." She thought to herself. ‘My language! I am not behaving like a nun. But then,’ she shook off the thought, ‘I'm not a nun anymore. I'm in Heaven.’ She said aloud, "That climax felt like when I found God.”

“It was my privilege," said Burt. He kissed her on the cheek.

She felt his cock hard in her hand and nun-like again, she said, "Oh, but I forgot all about you. I need to do something. Don't I?”

“It would be nice," he responded. "Although you have no obligation. That's the joy of Heaven.”

“It would be selfish of me not to satisfy you. And after that climax I feel an obligation. Oh, wow, do I feel an obligation! My decades of service to others is still deeply engrained in my conscience.”

“Then, let's go to that beach over there" he pointed to the shoreline of the emerald pool. "I'll cum on your tits. And you can masturbate with me. That's what I like most to do. I'm visual. I like to see my partner; and the facial expression, and the way their body moves when they cum.

She took him by the hand and with a purpose of mission, she stepped into the deep water at the foot of the waterfall and he followed and they swam side by side to the shallower water.

As they touched bottom, Agnes said, "I'd like to feel your cock, uh, your cock inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“No, I want to do what you want me to do. But first I'd like to feel your cock inside me. Just for a moment.”

“Your wish is my command." He turned to face her in the shoulder-depth water and put his hands under her hips and raised her and she locked her legs around him and he cupped her ass cheeks, then probed until he found her cunt. She felt him pushing inside her and then he was in.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"Yes, I just wanted to know what it felt like; if it felt differently than when Harold fucked me.”

“Does it feel different.”

“I think yours feels tighter.”

“Is that a compliment?" he laughed. "Will you recognize me next time by the tight fit in your cunt?"

Agnes blushed in embarrassment. "That's enough. I just wanted to feel you inside me. Let's go to the beach.”

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The spirit of Sister Agnes met a bearded, white-robed figure with a benevolent smile standing just outside the pearly gates. "Saint Peter?" she asked. She was wearing the same kind of white robe which, frankly, was a bit thin and translucent for her taste.

"Call me Pete. We don't stand on ceremony here," he answered. "I am as you wish me to be. At your service, Sister Agnes. May I call you Agnes?"

'Yes, of course, uh, Pete. I don't quite know what to say. This looks exactly as I thought it would look. Even to the cherubs sitting on clouds. And the harp music. Everything is so white and clean.

"Your imagination makes it what it is," answered Peter. "Welcome to heaven! Your reward for a life well lived."

Agnes looked around. Through the pearly gates was a yellow brick road that passed from cloud to cloud and in the distance was a castle of white and aqua blue, its turrets shining in the light of a warm yellow sun. "That looks like Disney World," she thought.

She turned away from the pearly gates and looked in the opposite direction. A ragged line of people dressed in sackcloth, their faces contorted in sadness, trudged down a muddy road of tumbled cobblestones lined by thorny bushes.

"Goodness," said she. "The man with tattoos looks familiar."

Saint Peter sighed. "Yes, it is sometimes difficult to decide which path a client may take; but in his case it was an easy decision. You, dear Agnes, have better options. May I explain our little home away from home, so to speak?"

He continued. "First, of all, you died in one universe. You are now in another universe and you have an infinite number of choices how you will spend eternity. Virtual life after death, you will find, will be quite pleasant. You have accumulated a formidable number of points for good works and faith. Many more than some unfortunate souls. How would you like to begin eternity? Living in a temporal world; or trying something more exotic: a digital consciousness in the over soul or perhaps a tour of black holes?"

She thought a moment. "I have always dreamed of a perfect earth. Perhaps I would like a medieval village and a small house and a property of my own. I have never owned anything. I could have a vegetable garden. And fruit trees." Her enthusiasm mounted as she spoke. "And chickens. My mother had a garden and chickens when I was a child. A dog. I want a dog. A Labrador." She paused. "But I am eighty years old. I can't take care of chickens and a dog and a garden.”

“No worries," said Peter. "Here, you may be the age you wish to be.”

“Any age I want? I was attractive as a youth. Is it all right to say that? Or is that vanity?”

“You were more than attractive! You were exquisite!" said Peter with enthusiasm.

Her first thought was, "Is that an appropriate compliment by a saint?" She dismissed the doubt. How could Saint Peter be inappropriate? "Thank you," she answered sincerely. "I always fought the sin of vanity. But it's nice to hear that from you. Some of those priests. Ugh." Oops, she thought, that wasn't a nice thing to say.

Peter reassured her. "Those bad priests follow the same path as the orange man. What age is good for you?"

"I don't want to be too young," she mused. "Nor too old. Thirty-two. Is that possible Although I want to keep my eighty year old mind. I'm smarter now than then."

"Absolutely. Thirty-two you shall be; with an eighty year old mind." He waved a hand, conjured up a floor-length mirror and said, "Look at yourself.

"She stared at the mirror. "Oh, my God!" She twirled round and round and pulled her gauzy white robe to herself, to see the outlines of her body. "I wasn't bad looking, was I? Are you sure that vanity is okay?"

"You are permitted vanity. And other indulgences too, if you wish."

"I wouldn't want to be sinful. Well, maybe just a little indulgent, to experience something of life outside the convent and parish. Not that I wasn't happy as a nun.”

“How about a husband? Or a wife? Children?" Peter asked.

"Oh, no. But I would like to have lots of caring, sharing friends. Male and female friends. I've not had any male friends. Ever," she mused.

"Your wish is my command, Agnes. Now, let's look at the options you have for a place to live; or perhaps better said, reside in a spirit that is indistinguishable from life. You want heaven to be rural, medieval, and agricultural. Like the Ireland of your childhood, perhaps?”

“Hum, No. Less rain and more sunshine, but with mountains and valleys and rainbows.”

“Let me see what we have available." He stepped to a golden table and sat down in a golden chair in front of a platinum-plated desktop computer with a large monitor. He talked as his hands played over the keyboard. "We're not immune to change in heaven. Just recently, I arranged a temporary transfer from down below for Steve Jobs. He did a great job organizing our computerized list of environments. And Pixar is amazing!"

He leaned back from the keyboard. "Here is a place which may meet your needs. What would you say to a 50 year lease? In earth years, of course, And renewable." He touched a key and a video appeared. It showed a small stone cottage nestled along a beautiful river. A waterfall shimmered white in the background. The video panned out to show a narrow valley ringed by sheer cliffs of red rocks The valley floor was covered by green fields interrupted with copses of trees. The small rushing river of clear blue water bisected the valley.

The video rotated to show a narrow dirt road, shaded by enormous, ancient trees to a tiny village of gray, stone houses and narrow pathways not unlike the ancient French villages she had seen in the valleys.

"It's perfect," she said. "My vision exactly. But I'll need a lot of books to read.”

“We've anticipated that need. The technology is medieval. There's no running water or electricity; except that you'll have a heavenly Kindle preloaded with every book that's ever been published. That includes titles lost to your times such as How to Cook a Horse by Attila the Hun, and 57 Ways to Kill your Wife by Henry the eighth. Plus, you will have a heavenly time machine to view any historical event as it happened. Live, no censorship, no editing. You can answer the eternal question: Did Jesus actually get it on with Mary Magdalene?”

“I don't think I want to know if she seduced him. It might be embarrassing. But I would like to see some things. I've always been curious about Joan of Arc, for example. She was the hero who inspired me to become a nun.”

“Joanie is big on Heavenly Heroines website. You can watch every day of her life from birth to death. All 19 years of it. You've got an eternity to indulge yourself. You'll be happy to know that those responsible for her death have toiling working in Hell's Salt Mines for the last seven hundred years.”

“I'll pray for them," said Agnes. But not very much, she thought.

"To continue," said Peter, this virtual valley and village have a population of three hundred, divided equally between men and women. It's not a place of leisure. You have to labor on your land and some community service is required. Road repair, for example. Nothing supernatural about it, except that your neighbors will be good people. As you are.”

“I like it," she said with enthusiasm. "But I'll miss one thing. I love hot showers to the point of sinfulness. I've confessed my undue affection for a hot shower, but this being heaven, do you suppose,?”

“The Heavenly Architect has thought of that. Hot springs are scattered around the valley for bathing. No clothing allowed in the hot springs. Is that acceptable to you?

"She paused. "I've never been naked before. Well, not in public I mean. There was the church and the calling,”

“You were married to the Church, but there is no parish government here. This is paradise. You are a tangible spirit, not just a carnal body. You will never be ill or diseased. You will not poop nor pee. Did I say that properly not to shock you? Your appetites continue, but the energy which food gives you, will radiate out of you in energy, without waste products, so we don’t have to be bothered with outhouses or wiping shit off our asses.”

Peter continued his orientation; “You will not have; how do I say it delicately?; your monthlies, nor will you get pregnant when you have sex. And, speaking of sex, in this chosen vision of the afterlife, sex is not only encouraged, it is required.”

“Required?" Agnes was shocked. Sex in paradise?

"Many former nuns find satisfaction in; how did the priests say it? ‘the sins of the flesh.’ Those are not sins here because there is no such concerns about exploitation, jealousy, abandonment, or inequality.”

“I'm much too old to think about sex. Oh, but you said I could be thirty two. I do recall sometimes thinking of sex at that age, but of course I prayed those thoughts out of my mind. Those were the seventies, as I recall. The sexual revolution and free love.”

“Here, you'll have no need to restrain your desires. Living as a tangible spirit with a regenerated body, you will have access to all the things of life you may desire: sex, chocolate, chickens, Labradors, alcohol, even marijuana. All in natural moderation, of course. Would you like more details about the requirements for sex in this environment?" Saint Peter bubbled with enthusiasm.

"Yes, please, but not too graphic, if you know what I mean. It's embarrassing for me to think about it. Sex, I mean.”

“No worries, I can read your mind. You want the PG-13 version.”

“That sounds right." Agnes smiled.

"Okay, to explain, the people of this environment have decided that every man and woman has the right to sex on demand on Friday nights at a community party. You may, of course, also have sex on other days also; and with whomever you wish. Male or female, among adults.”

“What if I can't bring myself to, well, uh, have sex?”

“We'll have to cancel your membership. You may then select a different environment.”

“Fair enough. How does the sex part work?”

“The system is simple," Peter gushed. "Every Friday night, all adults in the environment are required to meet in town for a party, Dancing, drinking, festivities, and everybody gets laid during the course of the evening. It's guaranteed.”

“Do I get to pick my partner?”

“Yes, provided that you do your part in ensuring that nobody gets left out. That might require doubling up on partners. We have learned that a guarantee of the right to sex for every person is healthy. It eliminates war and aggression and many of the mental health problems that plague earthly societies."

Agnes's insecurities came to the fore. "What if nobody wants me?”

“Not a worry," Peter said, looking her thirty two year old body over from top to bottom. "You're beautiful; Milf beautiful! You'll have to beat the men off with a stick, metaphorically speaking. And women, too. My Lord in Heaven! With tits like that, you'll be a sensation." He turned her around and looked at her posterior. "Damned good ass, too!"

She blushed in embarrassment.

"But even if you were not beautiful, you would still get laid. And you are also obligated to assure that every man and woman gets fucked at least once a week. Oops, sorry, "fuck" is an R word."

The word "fuck" hit on Agnes's ear like a hatchet. The word had never passed her lips, and she had hardly ever heard it. But Saint Peter said it. It must be okay?

"So?" he asked. "Sign up here for fifty earth years? Conditional on being able to fulfill the requirements for sex, as I described?" He handed her a golden pen and pointed her toward a large book of vellum pages on another table.

"I'll give the sex a try," she pledged. She took the pen from him and wrote her name in the book. "Don't forget that I want a Labrador. A black one, please, if that is possible.”

“No sweat," said Peter. "Thy will be done." St. Peter and the pearly gates dissolved in mist.

A Cottage in Aden

Sister Agnes was transported in a mist, across time and space; feeling a rush like weightlessness. She opened her eyes and looked around. "It's so real," she said to herself. "So beautiful. Earth as I would have liked it to be." A small stone cottage was surrounded by gardens and fruit trees and a chicken house. She lifted her head. Beyond the stone cottage was a waterfall, cascading over a red-rock cliff, and dropping into a pool of crystalline water.

Half a dozen men and women stood in front of the stone house, a Labrador sitting calmly at their side. A tall and distinguished man stepped forward. "Welcome to the celestial village of Aden! The name 'Eden' was already taken. So we named ourselves Aden. I'm Burt." He shook her hand vigorously.

"Say hello to the city council." He beckoned to the three men and three women at the front of the house.

She looked at the group. They were a collection of sizes and shapes. The men were dressed in various shorts and tee shirts. The women also wore various shorts and halter tops covered their tits. "No bras," Agnes immediately noticed. "And they are showing quite a bit of skin." She looked down at herself. She was dressed the same. Self-consciously, she adjusted the halter top to conceal more of her tits. "I've never been so close to naked in public," she thought.

The black Labrador came to her side and licked her hand. Burt said, "Her name is Blackie. Not very original, I know." He beckoned toward the stone cottage. "This is your house. Two rooms: a bedroom and a living room slash kitchen. A fireplace. A deck is out the back door so you can enjoy the view." He waved expansively.

"Notice," said Burt, "the hot spring over there." He pointed. "It's a natural bathtub with a constant, tolerably hot temperature. If that's too hot for you, other hot springs are nearby."

Agnes looked at the hot spring. Three people were sitting in the water, one man and two women. They were naked. She flinched in surprise.

"Clothing in hot springs is forbidden," Burt said. "It's one of our few rules. We're not a nudist colony, but we encourage a celebration of the body beautiful. Everybody here is beautiful, even if they were not judged to be on Earth. And everybody has equal access to the pleasures of the flesh."

One of the men lounging in the hot spring stood up and waved at Agnes. She looked away quickly. "Goodness," she thought, "His thing is so big! Surely that won't fit into me." She blushed red in embarrassment.

"That's Randy," said Burt. "He's well-named; and as you have noticed is well-endowed. He's popular with the women. Well, at least some of them."

Agnes turned back and forced herself to look at Randy. His cock swung about and perhaps reached halfway to his knees. It was as thick as her wrist. She turned to Burt. "Did he choose to, uh, look like that, or was he that way in real life?”

“He was like that. Everybody in Aden looks just like they did on Earth although they select the age they wish to be. Any disabilities are restored, in body and mind." He looked at her. "If you'd like to sample Randy, I'm sure it can be arranged. Some of the members of our community only have sex on Friday nights. Others are active more often. Randy is one of the latter."

She stuttered. "I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to handle the, uh, sex here.”

“You're a virgin?" he asked.

"Of course," she said. "I've never even seen a, one of those things.”

“Maybe Randy would be a bit too much for you as a newcomer. I'll offer myself to you. What I lack in length, I make up for in liveliness." He smiled benevolently at her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Well, uh, .yes, maybe, uh, thanks." She was flustered.

"It would be my honor. Tomorrow is Friday and we all meet at sunset to have a party and enjoy the sensual delights of our community. Attendance and participation is mandatory. Nobody gets left out. But in the meantime, if you'd like to sample Randy, or me, on anybody else feel free to do so. Our motto is 'Everybody fucks.'"

She grimaced at the sound of the word, but said, "I'll do my part of course. I've always lived up to my responsibilities, but maybe I need a day to adjust before I go to the party, and participate.”

“Suit yourself," Burt said amiably. "We leave you to get acquainted with your dog, your house, your chickens, and your garden. You'll find some additional clothing in the house. You might want to put on something more festive for the party. Or show up naked. That's all right too." He paused to muse. "I recall one newly arrived woman who came to the party naked and fucked twenty men that first night. Including me. Wow! That was something. She had been like you, a nun on earth.”

“I don't thing I'm ready for that," answered Agnes, "but I'll do my best." She hoped she could.

The Party.

The sun was low in the sky as Agnes tried to decide what to wear to the party. Nudity was out for her. The festive clothes hanging in her closet were all sparing of cloth. Neither a bra nor underpants were anywhere in sight! She liked the look of her legs as she tried on a mini skirt; but without panties she would be uncomfortable wearing such a short skirt. So, she tried on shorts. She picked a pair at random. "Should I have shaved my pubic area?" she asked herself. "I guess I'll go as I am this time."

The tops were equally revealing. Some were nearly transparent. Others were only tiny patches of fabric that covered her nipples and nothing else. She picked a bikini top that tied around her neck and showed off her impressive; so she thought with a touch of pride; cleavage, but held her tits firmly in place and was almost nipple-slip proof.

As she left her house, she said to herself with determination, "Well, tonight I am going to get laid. Relax Agnes, and enjoy. You can do it, girl. You can do it. You're going to get fucked. Finally." She was frightened, but happy.

She walked to the village a few hundred yards away. A stream of people were walking in the same direction. Some were dressed, as she was, in relative modesty. Others wore revealing outfits. A few, both men and women, were totally naked. Some of the naked had streaks of body paint covering their private parts. Agnes felt out of her element, but everybody was friendly, and she managed to avoid flinching when both men and women kissed her on her cheeks and welcomed her to Aden.

Her destination was a large, low building with an outdoor patio at the center of the tiny village. Dozens of people clustered on the patio. A totally naked waitress circulated with a tray of canapes and a man, equally unclothed, passed around drinks. A man and woman wearing only aprons stood behind a bar mixing drinks and tending to a smoking grill. The smell of barbecue permeated the air. The people were mostly, as she was, in her thirties. A few appeared to be closer to 20 and others nearly 60. Some were beautiful, many were not, and they came in all shapes and sizes. Agnes repressed a prideful thought that her body was better than the average.

Burt met her as she stepped onto the flagstone patio. "Agnes!" he gushed. "Welcome to the Aden Copulation Center." She managed to smile as he kissed her on the cheek and patted her on the ass. He raised her hand with his and turned to the people scattered about the patio. "People, listen!," he shouted. "This is Agnes, our newest arrival, and our first in many a virtual year. On earth she was a nun; and a virgin. This is new to her. She's not at all like Mother Teresa, so let's be careful to ensure that she enjoys herself.”

“Mother Teresa?" mused Agnes to herself. "The Mother Teresa? Was she the one who fucked twenty men her first night here?" She looked at the onrushing crowd of men coming to her side. "Oh, why did he have to tell people I'm a virgin?"

Burt whispered in her ear. "I'm available if you want me." He took her by the hand and led her to the center of the patio. "Let me introduce you to my wife." Burt's wife was gorgeous; and barely dressed. She wore a Roman toga that was semi-transparent and draped loosely over the curves of her body. Agnes noted with relief that she was unshaven, with a distinct dark triangular patch of hair visible through the thin fabric.

"Melody was my wife in real life and

Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 13 Apr 2025 10:21:00 -0600

Desiree at the River.

By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!

It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school.

I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"

Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good.

The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.

"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"

"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired."

"Does anyone come here?"

"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family."

"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.

"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!"

Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.

"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"

"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!"

"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"

"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze.

Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg.

"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world."

She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond.

With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling.

"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it."

I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly.

"You first!" I responded.

She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.

"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!"

"I Love it!" I said fervently.

"Grab the towels," she commanded.

Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag.

"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked.

"Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to.

"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"

I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.

"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly.

I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.

I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"

No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel.

"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!"

She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes.

Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.

I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me.

Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her.

"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer.

"Fuck, yes; give me more!"

Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting.

I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again.

"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her.

I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.

When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes.

"Well?" she asked.

"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin.

"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!"

"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy."

"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.

With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.

"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully.

"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face.

"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is."

I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"

My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.

"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!"

I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.

"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her.

"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding.

"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!"

I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.

"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"

"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!"

Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft.

Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again.

"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?"

My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!"

"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.

"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm.

"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away.

"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!"

With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth.

My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.

"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"

She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically.

"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped.

"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction.

Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth.

Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.

"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.

"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh.

"Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too."

"Yeah, that was fun!"

"Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders.

"Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest.

"Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh.

Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Content

Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 11 Apr 2025 10:15:00 -0600

Finally connecting with a high-school friend.

By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter.

We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.

That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns.

She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.

It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather.

When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well.

Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me.

When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.

"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude" she teased me.

"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my most pompous voice.

"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"

"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat."

"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very impressed with your poise!"

I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"

She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely.

"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."

I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery.

"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!"

A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.

"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days?

"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?"

At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.

I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared.

"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.

"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you."

"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms," she murmured just before we entered the den.

She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.

The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And handsome?"

"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I muttered and headed for the door.

Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"

"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully. "It's your mom; she's just a little, "

"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "

"You Are very great and handsome," she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction.

"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, " My words trailed off.

"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just inches from my face.

"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist.

Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. "Far out!" she said softly.

Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again.

Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.

"I've got to help my mom," she said apologetically.

"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I don't want to go, though, "

"I know, I don't want you to go!"

Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish this some other time," she said.

"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.

"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said quietly.

She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.

Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.

The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist.

"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, "

"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"

"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me.

Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion.

"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to catch her breath.

"Parents?" I asked.

"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked smile.

"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"

She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle.

When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door.

"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips.

I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.

"This is where I wanted to bring you last night," she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "

"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!"

"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on."

"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.

"So now, " she began.

"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best smile.

"Good. I want to show you something!"

I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"

Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread.

"After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done."

She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes.

"I was wishing you were here with me," she continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "

Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration.

"And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, "

I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.

"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.

Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion.

"Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."

Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt.

"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation.

Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits.

Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"

Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.

"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what you would have done to me last night?"

"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.

"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!"

"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.

"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you," I said.

"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a sexy smile.

Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.

As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.

Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began, "you weren't wearing all those clothes!"

As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her!

When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.

"What were you going to do to me?" she asked enticingly.

In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.

Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her.

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your tongue!"

With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her cunt lips as I worked away at her.

Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her

Pining for Madison: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 09 Apr 2025 10:11:00 -0600

Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I continued for another hour and a half before finally calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor -- definite progress.

"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already out."

"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky were coming down in the opposite direction.

"Becky is just going home to get ready for tonight."

"Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be right with you."

"Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a shower.

After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to Madison's bedroom to get changed.

Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone, when I walked in.

"Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind me.

"Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

"For you, always."

I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my waist.

"Is everything okay?" I then asked.

"Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something. Well, it's more of a favor, really."

"Okay! This is sounding ominous."

"Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit down."

"Yes."

"Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

"Okay, I promise."

She took a deep breath.

"God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"Tell me what?" I urged.

"Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire year that hasn't been laid yet."

"Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with this.

"In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting her self-esteem."

That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what they're left with.

"Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone will oblige."

"That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes, and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at guys."

"Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you telling me all this?"

"You know how you said I was a good friend."

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how we started off, and how great the sex is."

"Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get to the point.

"Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you take Becky's virginity?"

"Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by what she just said.

"Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor for me."

"Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

"I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about it."

"A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

"She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

"And what would you be doing, while all this was going on?"

"I don't know, what would you like me to be doing?"

I took a moment to think about it.

"Can you get involved?"

"What, like a threesome?" she replied.

"Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not comfortable with that."

Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

"Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on Becky, though."

"I'd rather focus on you."

"I know, babe, but she really needs this."

"And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to trap boyfriends?"

"Nope."

"Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling in front of me, looking up at me.

"How about..." she began to say, then moving her hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

"I convince you."

I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from her touch.

"Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

"Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

"Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

"Uh huh."

Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

"Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not Becky."

"Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better call Becky and let her know the good news.

Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

"Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more minutes."

Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered me.

She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my head.

Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

"Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital organs had she asked for them.

"Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

"Cool."

I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to go the extra mile for her friends.

I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

"Damn!"

"What is it?" I replied.

"I'm kind of in the mood now."

"Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten minutes."

She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

"We can't," she said somewhat disappointed. "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

"Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I said, handing over her phone.

Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a quick kiss.

"Thanks babe."

Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

Once again I was left to hear only one half of the conversation.

"Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

"Uh huh, yeah, I know."

"He does have one condition though. How do you feel about it being a threesome?"

"Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like the sound of that."

"Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

"Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp remember, except a lot naughtier."

I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make a mental note to come back to that one.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you tonight. Later Becks."

Madison hung up and then looked at me.

"Guess we're having a threesome then."

"Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

"So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

"Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote sleep over."

"And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to let me stay after dark."

"Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it. It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a while."

"And then?"

"Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous smile.

Madison appeared to be well up for this.

I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome. How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

"I'll be off then," I announced.

"Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

"I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a hand."

I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

"You've got like eight hours, babe."

"I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and us girls need time to prepare."

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's safe to come over."

I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on the internet perhaps.

I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into the kitchen.

My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

"Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool by the breakfast bar.

"Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich."

"Yes, please."

My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands on the towel.

"So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked, grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

"It's been okay."

"Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

"Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about it?"

"God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine really."

My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

"Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling it out.

"Because if it is, I can get your father."

She took a deep breath, ready to shout

Pining for Madison: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 07 Apr 2025 10:10:00 -0600

We make our own assignments.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels..

"This stuff is warmer than I'd thought it would be and so thick."

"It's a nightmare to get out of hair too," I added.

"Just as well I shave everything then isn't it."

Madison climbed back on to the bed and laid down next to me. We both stared at the ceiling.

Madison turned her head to the side to face me, so I mirrored her.

I could see her eyes looking directly into mine.

"Thanks again for doing this Adam, I don't know many people who would have gone to these lengths to help me out."

"It's me who should be thanking you. I enjoyed it."

"I bet you did."

"No not that, I mean I enjoyed that. God did I enjoy that bit, but I enjoyed spending time with you."

Madison smiled.

"I enjoyed spending time with you too, and I also enjoyed the other thing too."

It was my turn to smile at her this time.

Madison then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was a nice one. Her lips were so amazingly soft as they pressed against mine.

As she pulled away, she paused for a reaction. I felt my face light up, it was like I was the happiest I'd have ever felt. She must have seen that as a sign, as she kissed me again, this time for longer. We were properly making out now. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, which was an incredible feeling. Our tongues danced together as we continued to kiss.

With our mouths starting to ache, we stopped.

We couldn't stop smiling at each other.

"Well, that was unexpected."

"Was it though? I did just give you a hand job. I don't exactly dole those out to all the boys, ya know," she said continuing to beam at me.

"Ha, I guess you're right."

Madison sat up, propping her hands behind her and looking at her naked lower half.

"I guess I better put my trousers back on. Otherwise, who knows what will happen." She joked.

She then turned and looked at my crotch.

"Awe, he's gone all little again." She then proceeded to bop the end of my cock.

Her touch sent a tingle through my cock and it twitched again.

"Oops, looks like I provoked it."

I sat up, resting on my elbows.

"Do you mind?" I said trying not to laugh.

"I don't, no." She said smiling.

Madison walked over to where she took off her panties and bent over to pick them up, showing me how fantastic her ass looked. She slipped a leg in each hole and pulled them up.

I pulled up my underwear and trousers.

"Madison."

"Yes Adam," she replied, mimicking my formality.

"About that kiss."

"What about it?"

"Was that an in the moment kind of thing, or was it something else?"

"Why? What do you want it to be?" She replied, flipping my question back at me.

"I kind of want it to mean something else."

She was about to put on her trousers then stopped.

"Huh, that's funny, I was thinking the same thing." She replied, smiling at me and then continuing to put her leggings back on.

This was my chance, there was no better time to ask, than right now. I'm going to do it.

"Madison, will you go out with me?"

"After what we just did, Hell yes! I'll go out with you."

"Sweet."

"Besides, we've still got an assignment to finish remember. May be you can come round Friday night, it's the bouncers day off."

"Friday night it is." I confirmed.

After tidying up, Madison walked me downstairs to the front door, and we paused on the outside doorstep. She closed the door, so we were both standing outside.

"I hope you found our study session informative. I know I did." Madison said jokingly.

"Oh yes, very informative. I look forward to completing the assignment Friday night."

"I can't wait."

With that, she kissed me again on the lips.

"See ya."

I walked backwards down the garden path, unable to take my eyes off her. As I reached the end of the path, she waved at me and went inside the house.

The second the front door closed, I jumped up and a punched the air.

After all these years of pining for Madison, I had finally done it. I had asked her to go out with me and she said Yes! plus as a bonus she gave me my first hand job.

From that point on, I couldn't quite remember how I got home. I was on such a high, I presumed I just floated back.

When I got back, both my parents were in the kitchen. My mom was making something to eat and my dad was sitting at the table doing the crossword.

"Hey,"

They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Well, how did it go?" My dad asked.

"Judging by that smile on his face, I'd say pretty well. Am I right Adam?" My mom added.

"Yeah, it went well."

"Did you ask her out?"

"Yes mom, I asked her out." I said somewhat exasperated.

"And did she say yes. What am I saying, of course she said yes. Who wouldn't say yes to my little boy."

"Mom! Yes, she said yes."

"Way to go son!" My dad chimed in.

"Well, now you have a girlfriend, maybe you won't need to spend so long in the shower anymore," My mom said teasingly.

"Mom!" I snapped back, cringing of embarrassment.

Dad started chuckling to himself.

"I'm going to my room," I announced, unable to take any more of this conversation.

I quickly left the kitchen and marched upstairs to my room. Closing the door behind me, I tossed my bag in the corner and just collapsed on my bed, letting my evening all sink in.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself. It's like my brain couldn't quite process everything that had happened. Madison, the girl who I had worshipped for so long, completely blindsided me. I had no idea, she was so... so unpredictable and so sexually curious.

How a random science assignment pushed us together. It was almost like one of my school fantasies, one minute you're working and then the next, you're suddenly exploring each other’s bodies.

Not only did I see her beautiful cunt, I touched it, I fingered it, I brought her to orgasm. She actually came on my hand, holy shit! It all just seemed so unbelievable.

I raised my hand in front of my face and stared at it. I may never wash this hand again.

...And that was just what I did to her!

What she did to me, blew me away.

The way she touched me, held it in her soft, silky smooth hands. Her genuine curiosity about it, and then she thought nothing of jumping on top of me and giving me the hand job of my life.

I could feel myself getting hard, just replaying it in my mind.

Then, there was the kiss. My first kiss, the best kiss. Oh, how her lips felt against mine. I could have kissed her all night.

I found myself smiling so hard, my face started to ache again.

Then it dawned on me, and I bolted upright. Friday, what's going to happen Friday. Is she going to want to do it? Are we actually going to have sex? If we do, are we doing it for the assignment or because she really wants to have sex with me?

I started to freak out. What if I'm no good at it? What if I don't last very long? Oh my god, what if I can't get it up? Will she laugh at me, will she tell everyone at school? Would she stop seeing me? My best dream, could soon become my worst nightmare.

I had to stop myself, from spiraling. I sat at the edge of the bed and took several deep breaths, eventually calming myself down.

One step at a time, I told myself. Friday was only two days away, plenty of time to prepare. I tried not to think about it too much, but it was all I thought about.

Thursday came around, and once again. I just made it to the bus on time. As I jumped on, there was Madison in the front row, looking like her gorgeous self as usual.

"Hey Adam," She greeted, giving me one of her biggest and best smiles.

"Hey Madison," I replied, smiling back at her.

If there was a seat free next to her, I would have sat down and left Ethan on his own, but no such luck. I carried on walking and plonked myself down next to Ethan.

"So, how did your study session go with Madison?" Ethan asked.

"It was good," I said, deciding to do the gentlemanly thing and omit all the explicit activities.

"So, did you ask her out? Like I told you to do?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, don't keep me hanging bro. What did she say?"

"She said yes."

"Holy shit man, that's huge. You've been pining after her for years and now it's finally happening."

"I know."

"So, why don't you seem excited about it?"

"Oh, I am excited, the best I've ever felt to be honest. But a part of me is like, what if I'm not good enough for her."

"Dude, you can't think like that."

"I can't help it Eth."

"Look, just take each day as it comes."

Surprisingly, Ethan was wise counsel today. He was right, take each day as it comes. He was a good friend, and I felt a little guilty, thinking I'd ditch him to sit next to Madison if the opportunity arose.

With the school day fully underway, we carried on as normal. When it was time for lunch, I told Ethan I was going to find Madison and to not wait up. I found Madison by her locker, talking to her friend.

"Hey."

"Oh hey Ad," Madison replied.

Her friend looked at me and smiled and then looked back at Madison.

"I'll give you two love birds some privacy," she said, then giggled to herself and walked off.

"Sorry about Becky, I kind of told her we were going out now and she's been like that all day."

"Oh, and don't worry I didn't tell her about every little thing."

"Little? You're going to give me a complex," I replied, keeping a straight face.

"No, sorry, I didn't mean it was little, I just meant..."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you."

Now that I had finally asked her out, my nerves, just seemed to vanish. I felt more confident now.

Madison pushed at my chest lightly.

"So, are we still on for Friday?" She then asked.

"Sure, what time do you want me?"

"All the time." She replied, with a mock sexy voice.

I laughed, "seriously now, what time?"

"Okay, okay, shall we say seven this time? I promised Becky I'd go to the mall with her straight after school."

"Seven is good. I'll see you then."

I was in the process of walking off, when she called out, "don't forget to make sure there's plenty of lead in your pencil."

I turned around to see her smiling and giggling to herself. She then blew me a kiss.

I smiled back at her, albeit slightly embarrassed by her remark.

She was either referring to my earlier efforts to draw her, or she had plans for something else. Either way I was excited for what Friday will bring.

Thursday quickly became Friday, and it was time for another study session with my girl Madison. It felt so good to say that in my head, 'my girl'. I was actually dating Madison, well I say dating, we haven't technically gone out on a date yet, but we're getting there.

With seven o'clock fast approaching. I went to get ready. First stop, the bathroom. Locking the door, I took off all my old clothes that I had worn that day and tossed them into the hamper. Naked, I stood in front of the large bathroom mirror and looked at my reflection.

If what I think will happen tonight happens, this is what Madison will see. I stared at myself, breathed in to make my chest bigger, then ran my hand down my body, tracing the faint lines of definition I had all the way down to the thick bush of pubic hair nestled above my cock.

I squashed it down with my hand, and my cock did look a bit bigger. I removed my hand and the hair sprung back again. Yeah, it definitely looked bigger. I grabbed the hair trimmer from under the bathroom sink, and pushed the button to turn it on. It buzzed into life. I took one more look, and went to town. The hair fell to floor in clumps.

I dusted down, making sure to wipe all the lose hairs off my cock, then looked back in the mirror. There, much better I thought. I put the trimmer back under the sink, and turned my body, for a side profile look in the mirror. Yes, this'll do nicely.

I jumped in the shower, cleaned up and got dressed. I even dabbed a bit of aftershave on. I had scrubbed up well and felt ready for anything.

As I prepared to leave, I decided against indulging my parents in a conversation, for fear that they would find new ways to embarrass me. So I shouted through the door.

"I'm off out, see you later!"

I quickly closed the front door behind me and set off for Madison's. Arriving with two minutes to spare, I rang the doorbell.

A school assignment changes everything.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk. He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.

The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and one other student.

It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far end of the table, opposite me.

I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper, prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.

The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration of love for Madison.

"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your lines."

With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.

I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.

I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a straddling position.

She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.

"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out, before starting to kiss me passionately.

That's when she started to moan out my name.

"Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."

It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder, persistent shouting.

"Adam! Adam!"

Madison faded away in front of me.

"Adam! It’s time to get up, you'll be late for school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.

A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away. It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.

"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to keep warm.

"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."

I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to the best bit.

I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched. It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.

Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.

I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face. As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.

It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.

Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind, starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would look like underneath.

It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and watched the evidence disappear.

Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup, I just managed to make the school bus on time.

As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.

A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual, reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.

"Dude, you are so obvious," he said.

"What?"

"You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker vibes."

"I am?"

"Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he held the secrets to understanding all women.

"Like you're the expert," I rebuked.

"Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's right zero, whereas I have kissed one."

"It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."

"It does too."

Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we reached school.

The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile, effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.

"So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and snapping me out of my trance.

"How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."

"Dude, you've got it bad."

"I know, but she's perfect."

"Okay, if you say so."

"What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.

"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.

"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she doesn't have a patch on Madison."

I audibly swooned.

"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan then said smirking.

"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late for class."

Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom, we were immediately taken aback.

Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first, wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our name and going along with it.

It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a way that every boy sat next to a girl.

As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole lot better.

I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organized, unlike me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly stuffed in my bag.

"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs. Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.

The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed in the long tan skirt and cream colored cardigan at the front of the room.

"Today, we're going to talk about Sex! Yes, that's right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.

"Today's lesson will be split into Two parts," she said emphasizing the word two, then pausing for a moment.

"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.

"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs. Wrentmore said clapping her hands together.

"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."

The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the corner of the room.

"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."

The class started looking around at each other, no doubt mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.

Mrs. Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to the end of the first row of desks.

"As such, the school health board and the student body, have authorized me to hand out and make available to you these."

She held up the bag for all to see.

"No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed to keep you safe from STD and of course, unwanted pregnancies."

She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the desk.

"Please pass these on to all the boys on the row," she asked the girl sitting closest to her.

The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on the row had one.

Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what I'd have to do with it.

"I am giving these out to the boys, because it is Your responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."

She went on to talk about the rise in STD and how we should all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson plan.

"Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to be safe. Now on to part two."

She returned back to the front of the class and began talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.

There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs. Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.

"Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the person next to you, and here's the twist."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."

The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us looking at the person sitting next to us.

Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.

"I guess we're working together then," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear again.

I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was, "yeah."

"Do you want to meet up in the library later to prep?" Madison asked.

"Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied sounding a little bit too eager.

"Okay, I'll see you there."

She stood up and smiled at me once more and left with one of her friends. I could see them whispering amongst themselves, when just before they left the classroom, she looked back at me and gave me another one of her dazzling smiles.

I was dumbstruck, I actually had a conversation with Madison, and not only that I get to work with her too. I'm not sure how comfortable I'll be with the subject matter, but hey, I get to spend time with the marvelous Madison, so who cares.

I met up with Ethan, and he could tell how excited I was to be working with Madison.

"Right, don't mess this up man. This is the perfect opportunity to ask her out."

"I can't, what if she says no?"

"Then at least you know."

"I can't."

"Yes you can. It's time dude, it's been like five years. You got this."

I mulled over Ethan's encouragement; he was right of course. It had been five years, and I had done absolutely nothing about it. Was this my chance?

After our lessons had finished, I left Ethan to go find Madison in the school library. As I pushed open the door, the smell of old books was over powering. I walked past the front desk and headed towards the study area. I couldn't see any sign of Madison, so I started to look up and down the book aisles, in case she was there.

I headed to the science section, the most probable place to find her given the assignment. I passed through Physics, then Chemistry before finally reaching Biology. Bingo! There she was. When she saw me, she gave a little wave, and I approached her.

"Hey."

"Hey, so what are you looking at, books?" I responded, cringing internally. Books! Of course, books, you Tool! We're in a bloody library.

"Yep, lots of books here," she said, smiling to herself as she skimmed through a page in the book she was holding.

Slowly but surely, I was reaching peak nervousness, and it started to show. When nervousness shows, awkwardness isn't far behind.

"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say. Of course, it's books," I replied.

"I'm Adam," I said.

"I know who you are, silly! We've been in the same class for like five years."

"Sorry, of course you do," I said, my face turning bright red.

I then tried to recover from my complete lack of cool by leaning against the bookshelf. With my arm outstretched, I placed my hand and subsequently my weight on a row of books. It soon became apparent that there was no backing to the shelf holding the books in place. As a result, they all tumbled off the shelf onto the floor on the other side of the next aisle down, causing me to stumble into the bookshelf itself, humiliating myself further.

The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications.

By DDSECRETS. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned.

Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.

No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home.

Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked.

On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside”

Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building.

“Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.”

“It’s a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested.

“Do you know what they’re hiring for.”

“No, that’s a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.”

“We would really appreciate that, thank you.”

The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature.

“Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed.

“Yeah, it’s all very relaxing.” Said Lisa.

Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive.

“Hi, can I help you ladies?”

“Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked.

“Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them.

“Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn’t be here then.” She laughed.

“Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.”

Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted.

“I know. My parents wouldn’t be happy either, but I’d like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that’s fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you’d like. It’s no problem at all.”

Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I’ll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.”

“Ok, I’ll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you’re leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.”

“I will and I’ll let you know how it goes.”

The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door.

The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.”

Lisa waived and exited the building.

The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly.

“Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile.

Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that’s probably the point of them being there in the first place.

A door opened and a woman in her late 30’s walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached.

“Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I’m the manager here. What do you think of the place?”

“I love it. It’s so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled.

“All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don’t you follow me and we will talk in my office?”

Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes.

As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed.

Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria’s walls as well.

“I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.”

“We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile.

“So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don’t worry if you do not.”

“I’d like to know a little more about the position if you don’t mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I’ve given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.”

“It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.”

“What’s the pay look like?”

“Well, that’s completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.”

“My imagination?”

“Yes, if you are creative and don’t mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I’d say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.”

“Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?”

“Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?”

“Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that’s looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.”

“What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?”

“It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you’re offering.”

“What exactly do you offer here?”

“Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?”

“Oh wow, that’s like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.”

“Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria.

“I’ve given a lot of hand jobs. ”

“What about blowjob?”

“I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience.

“So I take it that you’ve never had sex then?

“No, I’m still a virgin.” Anna confided.

“How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?”

“Absolutely not!” Anna asserted.

“Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.”

“I really need the money, but I don’t think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.”

“Give it a try dear. Why don’t you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It’s all desire and impulse. ”

“Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let’s start off with a massage. They’re going to know I’m not experienced once I start working on them though.”

“Well, that’s actually going to be your selling point. You’re only 19 years old. You don’t have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.”

"Let’s do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna.

“Right now if your ready. I’ll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I’ll be right back with your uniform.” Maria had Anna pose for an employee photo, then gave Anna a short visual gaze up and down her body, then went to get a uniform in her size.

Anna sat in the oversized chair that made her feel like she was in way over her head, but she was excited about making money to help pay her way through school. She took her phone from her purse, texting to let Lisa know that she was fine.

“You won’t believe this, but I’m starting work right now! Like this very minute!”

“I don’t believe it!” Lisa replied. “Anna what do you know about being a masseuse?”

“They said I have all the experience required lol.”

Maria then walked in with Anna’s uniform.

“I have to go. Talk to you later, Lisa.”

“Please be careful Anna!” Lisa replied.

Maria handed Anna her uniform. A Tight black dress and black high heels in her size.

“I have some great news.” Maria announced. “I made a call to a great client who was looking for someone with your credentials. He’s a younger man, but very wealthy! He made all his money in the stock market. He invested his entire inheritance in Tesla very early on and cashed out just recently when it peaked so as you can imagine how wealthy he is. We consider him our most important client.”

“So what does he want? Just a massage?”

“Actually, yes. He wants a massage and he wants to talk to you. I sent him a picture of you and he is very excited to meet you. I hope you don’t mind, but I showed him your photo.”

“Wow, you people are serious around here.” Anna said with a laugh. “Can I see what he looks like?”

“Sure, this is his profile.” Maria handed Anna her phone.

“He looks just like Superman.” Anna said with a laugh. “What’s his name? Oh my God I forgot his name.” She kept laughing.

“He does look like Henry Cavill doesn’t he?” Maria concurred.

“Yes, that’s it.” Anna recalled.

“That’s funny you think he looks like superman because he thinks you look like Mila Kunis.” Maria said as she laughed with Anna.

“People tell me that all the time.” She smiled. “So when does superman land? I was going to run out quick and get something to eat.”

“Oh, he is actually on his way here now. He was at the airport when I called him. He was about to fly to Miami. No lunch break yet, Anna.”

Maria then escorted Anna to her room down the hall.

“This is you. Make yourself at home. We can personalize it more during the week, but for now just put your gear close by so it’s in arms length when you need it. Do you know how to warm up your oils?”

“No, I’ve never used massage oils. Can you help me set up? It won’t take me long to catch on.”

“Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. I meant to tell you earlier, but there are other accessories; like condoms, lube and everything else you may need in the closet to the right of your massage bed. Now, you don’t have to use anything in the closet. That’s not what I’m saying, but they are there for you if you decide to change any plans.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Anna said being stubborn.

Maria picked up her phone as a text came in.

“Oh, Edward is here. He’s parking below the building now and will come up the elevator. I’ll escort him to your room. Please remember to relax and that you are in charge. You only do what you are comfortable with. If that’s nothing then just give him a basic massage. That’s what he hired you for. Talking should be easy so do that as much as you can. I’ll be right in my office if you need anything.”

“Ok, and thank you for this opportunity, Maria.” Anna said with a bit of excitement in her voice.

“Of course.” Maria walked out and closed the door. She walked past her office to the elevator and awaited Edwards’s arrival.

The elevator doors opened and there stood Edward. He was wearing a light grey suit with a white shirt. He still had on his sunglasses. His hair was combed back and he appeared to be very confident.

“Edward, so glad I caught you before you got on your plane. It would have been tragic to miss such an opportunity.”

“Thank you, Maria. It’s nice to know you’re always looking out for my best interests. So where is she?”

“She’s in her room waiting. She’s very excited to meet you.”

Maria escorted Edward to the room. She opened the door and introduced them to each other.

“Anna, if you need anything you know where to find me. Edward, is a gentleman and he will treat you as such.”

Maria shut the door behind her.

“So you’re Anna? Maria told me you just started here maybe two hours ago?”

“Yes, I just started today. Not exactly sure what I’m doing here, to be honest.”

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 19. I’ll be 20 in a few months.”

“Maria said you aren’t experienced. Sexually?”

“My boyfriend and I have played around a bit, but nothing too serious yet.”

“Your boyfriend? Does he approve of your new job?”

“He doesn’t know I took the job. He’s back home with his parents and I don’t think he can see this far.” She let out a nervous laugh.

Edward smiled at Anna. He wasn’t much older than she was. He just turned 30 years old and did not like meeting girls the old fashioned ‘clubbing’ way. Once they realize who he is it they became obsessed with his money.

“So what are you studying. I hear you go to Boston College. ”

“I’m going for business, but I’m thinking I choose the wrong field of study. I’m just not passionate about it. I wanted to be a doctor, but my parents talked me out of it. They said it’s a field that requires too much education. They wanted me working sooner rather than later.”

“That sounds like an awful way to make a decision that you have to live with for the rest of your life. You should always follow your heart. Don’t let anyone influence your decisions. Not even your parents.”

“It’s all a big mess right now. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to afford school and my rent so I may be moving back home with them soon enough.”

Edward looked at Anna curiously. She was sweet & innocent, but also a very smart. Exactly the girl that he was looking for.

“So would you like a massage? I’ve never went to school for this, but I’ll do my best.” She smiled.

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” Edward said with a charming smile.

Edward began to take his jacket off and then his shirt. Anna froze when she saw how well built he was. His arms were very muscular. His chest was bulky and he had a set of abdominals she has only seen in the movies. Anna cleared her throat several times. She became nervous and flustered. Edwards noticed and smiled.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” she said nervously. “Let me check on the oil.”

As Anna turned her back Edward removed his shoes then his pants as he slid them to the floor. He bent over to pick them up and placed them on one of the lounge chairs. Edward stood behind Anna as she prepped the oils for the massage.

“So how do you want me?” Edward stood naked behind Anna.

Anna turned around and was surprised that Edward was completely nude standing before her. Trembling, she dropped one of the oil containers on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” Anna covered her eyes with her hands. “Can you please put a towel on?”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Please, lie down on the bed.” Anna gestured to the therapy platform.

Edward laid on the bed face up. He placed the towel over his cock. It was semi hard and at least 5 inches soft.

Anna put some music on and then approached Edward. She slowly poured some oil onto his chest and into her hands and began to message his shoulders. She slowly worked her way down to his chest and massaged his pecs. His body was firm and muscular. She had never felt anything like this hard body before. Anna completed his front upper torso. It seemed as if Edwards was enjoying himself. He was moaning and his cock was reacting as well. The towel Edward had placed over his cock wasn’t fully covering it any longer and was about to fall free. His cock was standing straight up, near where Anna was standing

Anna moved down to Edward’s feet to begin massaging his lower body. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She was curious about just how big it was. What it looked like. What it tasted like.

Edward was watching Anna as she struggled to remain composed. He moved his hips side to side pretending he was trying to get comfortable until the towel fell from his waist and onto the floor. Anna gasped and tried to look away, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it.

“Could you please focus on this thigh?” Edwards pointed to his thigh just above his right knee.

“Of course.” Said Anna, who seemed like she was in a trance.

Anna began to massage Edward’s right thigh. He let out a soft moan. His cock began to twitch before her.

“Anna, I know we agreed on a massage, but what will it take for you to just hold my cock? Maybe jerk it a little for me?”

“ I don’t know sir. I think I should probably stop now.” Anna’s quivering voice sounded embarrassed and unsure of herself.

“Name your price.” Edward said, gently.

Anna looked puzzled as she thought about the offer from Edward. She began to tell herself that no one would find out about this. ‘I won’t even tell Lisa.’ she thought to herself.

Then she mustered up some b

Cast-aways At College: part 2

Piper's Posts — Tue, 01 Apr 2025 11:12:00 -0600

Survivors savor the joy of living, and their bravery turns to romantic discovery.

By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it's been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I've stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored.

"Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, 'guy'?"

"It's not usually this nice, but I've been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis.

She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?"

"Only if I can sign yours." I negotiated.

"Deal. Got a pen?" She inquired.

"Desk, top drawer." I responded, and suddenly thought. Oh No. "Uh, I'll get one for you."

She was too quick, you know, having moveable feet and all, and she pulled the drawer open. First thing she sees is the unopened box of condoms my dorm buddies gave me for Christmas.

Her eyebrows rose, and she put a finger on the still-sealed box. Then she turned bright red, and picked up a sharpie.

"Your cast is covered up, I can't get at it." she said in a slightly quavering voice. She looked nervous and fidgety. I knew I was nervous as all hell. That box of condoms was meant as a joke, as I was notorious for not getting anywhere with the ladies. I'd kissed a couple of girls, but that was as far as I'd ever gotten. I just wasn't able to pursue them the way other guys did. I always backed off. Just couldn't put myself forward like that.

I looked down at my leg, covered by the sweatpants. It took every ounce of bravery I could muster to open my mouth and say the words. "I'll have to uncover it I guess."

She knelt in front of me. I could see how nervous she was. Hell, I could feel how nervous I was. "Suzanne? I, uh, I never-"

"Me too." She affirmed.

I looked in her eyes and asked; "Are you sure?"

"Yes." she said, and she reached for my waistband.

"Wait." I interrupted.

She stopped, and had a fearful expression on her face, like I'd just said something that hurt her. Damn, that hurts me, to see her look of feeling rejected.

"Let me get on the bed first, this chair is so uncomfortable."

"Oh, Okay. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, just hold the chair still?"

She got behind it, and I heard her say "Hey there's brakes." Once the brakes were set, it was easy to get out of the chair and sat the bed. She unset the brakes and slipped the chair into the corner, then knelt down before me again. This time I leaned back on my elbows & she reached out to pull down my sweats with a little more confidence. She got them to my knees, and stopped to pull off the shoe on my good leg.

The sweats slipped off my legs, leaving me semi-reclined in my polo shirt and briefs. The briefs were definitely bulging now. She stared at my crotch for long enough that I became self-conscious, and I blushed almost as red as she was.

Grinning big, she picked up the sharpie, then wrote a note on my cast.

"To Robert, I saved myself for the one who saved my life, Suzanne"

It was difficult to read from my angle, so she read it out loud to me. My heart started to race, and I felt a little dizzy. "Really?" I said.

She blushed harder, as if that were even possible, and looked at the floor.

"I think I've been saving myself for someone like you, too." I said.

She looked up at me, with what I thought was panic at first, but the smile that grew from that look was anything but panicked. I held out my hand for the pen. She sat to my left and held out her arm. It was covered by her blouse, so I said "Uh, It's covered".

"Then you'll have to uncover it I guess," she beamed.

She shifted up over me and I reached up with trembling fingers to work the front buttons on her silky long sleeved top. It felt like I had never operated a button in my life, I was so uncoordinated. But I finally got the job done, and her blouse fell open. I slid it off her far shoulder, and she pulled her left arm free. I stared in wonder at her tits. She didn't have a bra on, probably because she needed both hands to get it on and off. Oh My Fucking God.

I absently drew her blouse off her right shoulder, and slid the puffy long sleeve down & off her right arm and it's cast. Only then did I take in the veritable wonder of an actual pair of real live breasts in front of my eyes. "Wow" I said with bright eyes. Her tits were a smaller B cup, with areolas a shade darker than her skin tone, and stiff little nipples poking out.

"They're not too small?" she timidly asked.

"God no, wow! You're beautiful!" I said with a giddiness I couldn’t suppress.

She blushed and looked away shyly for a second. I remembered the pen in my hand, so I had her lay on her back so I could write on her cast.

"To Suzanne, saving each other, saved for each other, Robert"

As I was capping the pen her left hand pulled me down against her, and her lips rushed to meet mine. I had thought she had nice lips when I kissed her earlier, but that was mostly one-sided. This was phenomenal. I dropped the pen somewhere, and wrapped my arms around her. We kissed like this for minutes, or maybe it was days, I dunno, I didn't care. She lay half across my lap, and I bent over her, our lips and tongues entwined for such a glorious time.

It was never like this. I was always so nervous trying to kiss a girl before, but this was passion and perfection. We finally had to come up for air, and she smiled sweetly at me as she lay back on my bed. I guess that's when she felt my erection pressing into her hip. Her eyes went wide, then she grinned up at me.

"Am I as fetching as you thought?"

"Yeah, fetching is not the half of it. Arousing, beautiful, and literally stunning. I have no more words."

"Shall I get the, um, the box, from your desk?" she offered.

"Not yet." I replied, hobbling up off the bed, then guiding her to her feet. I undid the zipper on her slacks, and slipped them down to pile up around her ankles. She kicked her shoes off and stepped out of her slacks. "Damn" I said. She was so pale and delicate. Not a small girl, probably the same height as me, but she was certainly slimmer than I was, overall.

Her hands seemed to want to cover her boobs, but she fought that urge, standing before me as a lover, not a recently met stranger. I was drawn to her, & I could feel the pull, like gravity between us. She tentatively reached toward me, and I realized she wanted me as naked as she was, so we peeled off my polo shirt.

She gasped, looked me up and down, her gaze settling on the sharply defined summit in my underwear. She reached out again, and clumsily pulled down the front of my briefs with her left hand. I hooked my thumb into the waistband behind me and it made her mission move along quickly. But as she leaned down to complete the descent, she nearly got poked in the eye.

"Oh dear" she said as my stiff cock sprang free of its confinement and pointed upward toward her. "That's so... different. Bigger." Her eyes were wide now as she took in what was apparently her first sight of a full erection.

I reached for her, and she started to back away, so I laid back down and waited. She fidgeted some more, some kind of internal debate, and then she knelt and leaned right up to me, nodding. "Okay" she said.

I reached down again, and ever so slowly peeled her panties off. Fuck. A neat little triangle of sparse, dark hair was there, just above a puffy slit. I'd seen lots of porn, but this was not like any of that. All those porn stars shaved and trimmed and waxed away everything. This was whatever she had, all of it, come as you are.

Her panties dropped to her knees, and I said "Wow. You're beautiful."

"You think so?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I know so." I said with conviction.

She smiled, then shifted nervously and flipped her panties to the floor. Then she paused again, a fleeting glance back to the desk.

"Lay down here with me for a while." I said.

Relaxing the tiniest bit, she laid alongside and half on me, and we embraced, as best we could with two limbs encased in plaster. We kissed again, and it was similar to before, but the extra skin contact made the sensation so much better. I put my hands to use, stroking her back, her neck, her breasts, and her thighs as she shivered from my touch. Then she shifted onto her side and her left hand was around the back of my neck, drawing our kiss closer, pressing her pert tits into my chest, crushing me to her. As before, we kissed forever, it seemed. Once she let up on her clutching me, I gently rolled her onto her back, on the bed.

I wanted to see that pussy. To touch it, smell it, taste it! I'd read about eating a girl out, I'd watched innumerable videos, and now I had the opportunity to try it. Some guys said it was gross, and wouldn't do it. Some said it was the best way to get a girl worked up, so don't mind the smell and taste, just do it. Me, I just wanted to find out what it was like, I didn't care if it was good or bad, I was gonna do this.

Gently, I scooted myself up, then farther down the bed. I pushed her legs apart, and she watched in wonder as I leaned down to look at her. Wow, this was amazing. "You're beautiful" I said to her pussy. I leaned right in and kissed her patch. There was a sharp sour tang to her, but it wasn't bad, just new, different. I swept my tongue along her slit, picking up even more of her strong flavour. Inside, it was different, still not good or bad, I guessed that this was just what a pussy tasted like.

Again and again I lapped at her, and she got wetter and wetter. Her knees bent as she opened herself up, inviting me farther inside. This wetness might have been me drooling on her, or her arousal, I didn't know. She was making joyous little noises up there, in time to my activities with my tongue. That felt good, really good, to me! I caressed her thighs, then ran my fingers through her delicate fur, and her hips moved in a way I had never imagined I would ever see. I could FEEL her arousal in that motion, she was so happy with what I was doing, and that made me happy!

I knew her clitoris was supposed to be up here somewhere, so I began licking at the apex of her slit. Her soft cries and shudders let me now when I found it. Yes, there she was, and when I used my tongue the way I saw in those videos, she reacted with an astonishing cry and multiple thrusts of her hips. She practically bounced on the bed and yelped in her efforts to seemingly avoid my tongue and ram herself onto it at one and the same time.

Her hand came down to twine her fingers in my hair, not too push me away, or even to draw me in, but just to make contact, to be part of what was happening to her. I continued to lick her clit gently, and her hips began a hypnotic rolling motion, over and over, slowly cycling up and down.

I put a finger down where I thought her opening was, and moved it around, between her slick labia. I found what I sought, and as my finger slipped inside of her, the tone of her soft noises changed, from one of languid pleasure to one of lust and need. I continued this double activity, which came so much easier to me than the old patting-head and rubbing-tummy trick. I always botched that, but not this!

I had thought that I'd made her cum a while earlier, when she'd made that louder noise, but I was wrong, or perhaps this was a new order of magnitude for her. This time her entire body tensed up, and she shook and made small gasping sounds for a half a minute. Now her hand was pushing me away, her breath rasping in her throat, as she'd had enough of this.

"Oh, Robert" she whispered hoarsely.

I sat up and let my casted leg hang over the side of the bed. Then I looked down upon her, spread out before me, spread eagle, gasping for air in her glory.

"Did I do OK?" I asked.

She laughed weakly, then said; "I didn't know it could be like that."

"Me neither." I admitted.

"Do, do we need those uh, things now?"

"Condoms. Yes, we'll need those, I hope?" I eager looked at her.

"I'd get them, but I can't seem to move right now,” she revealed. “Can I catch my breath for a bit?" She was still breathing heavily.

"That's Okay, we’re in no hurry,” I assured her.

I felt like I would never tire of watching her when she was naked and aroused. Beautiful, amazing. After a while she struggled to sit up, difficult with one arm and tangled up with another person in bed. She stepped over to the desk and got out that box, then brought it to me. She sat down on the side of the bed and watched closely as I opened it and pulled out a strip of condoms. A folded instruction sheet fell out in my lap, and she picked it up. I tore one of the condom packages off the strip as she unfolded the paper & flipped it over to read the English side. I peered over her shoulder at the little diagram, and tore open the packet. Suzanne dropped the paper and looked closely at what I was doing as I squeezed the tip and rolled it on.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Yup, I think so,” I surmised.

She lifted her cast-encased arm and said "How do we do this?"

"You on top, I think."

"On top?" she asked, "I don't understand."

"Can I show you a video?" I offered.

"Oh, Okay. You mean like, a porn video?"

"Uh huh, so you can see what position might work."

"O, kay?"

She got up, unplugged my laptop, and brought it over, placing it on our laps. I surfed to a site I knew had good videos. I typed ‘cowgirl’ in the search box and scrolled through the resulting thumbnails. I soon found a promising one, and clicked on it. I had to fast forward through a lot of it, and she said "Go back to that last part."

I backed up a bit and she watched in rapt fascination as a girl on the screen took a guy's cock deep into her mouth. "Can I try that?" she asked.

"Sure! if you want."

The girl on the screen pulled away and continued to stroke the guy, his cum splattering her face, then she took him back in to finish.

"Ewww. Maybe not."

"Like I said, only if you want."

"Well, you did that for me, so maybe I should do that for you, too."

"Let's find the bit we're looking for first."

I skipped forward a bit more, then found the cowgirl segment. "See, she's on top, our casts won't be in the way too much like that. Plus, it gives you the ability to take things along as you’re comfortable.”

We watched for a minute. "Okay, I can do that." she said.

Closing the laptop, she put it on the floor and slid it under the bed. She got off the bed, and let me shift around, and clambered back on. Straddling my thighs, she bit her lip and said, "It's supposed to hurt the first time, isn't it?"

"I think so. You'll have to be gentle." That’s why I wanted us to try it this way.

She nodded, then reached down and grasped my cock. She took a few minutes to fondle and stroke my cock, with a look of curiosity, desire, and giddiness. She knelt straight up, and shifted her body forward to align her new play tool with her cunt, moving her hips and my cock, to find the right spot. Once engaged, she withdrew her hand and sank halfway down onto me.

She froze, with a curious look on her face.

"Huhhhh" she groaned.

"Oh god, Suzanne" I said, basking in the hot wet tightness of her pussy. It was incredible. I was gonna cum, and soon, this was so astonishingly good!

She was descended in front of me, pert breasts caped with tight hard nipples, hair hanging in disarray about her face, and her pussy - holy fuck - I could see my cock impaling her. Labia distended and wrapped around my shaft, and the sensations from inside her were amazing! As she raised back up, my cock looked like it had a pussy doughnut encircling it.

It was like some weird sheathed hand, wrapped around my cock, with rippling touches here and there. Her thousand-yard stare suddenly focused back on me, and she said "Wow" and slid down my shaft until she bottomed out. "That didn't hurt at all" she whispered in awe. "That feels so good! You feel so big inside me."

Recalling the video we'd previewed, she started humping and grinding and bouncing on my shaft. I was trying not to cum yet, I wanted to please her first, and luckily, what she was doing wasn't over stimulating me. Except visually, I was getting so turned on by the sight of a naked girl getting turned on by my own cock! And guys are visual creatures, so it was difficult to hold back.

But she did cum again, and hard, and I could feel it from the inside. Her orgasm was a rippling and clenching of muscles, both inside her pussy, and over her whole body. Her arms, her legs, her abs, everything tensed and shook. Maybe there’s nothing so visually erotic as watching a sexy woman having a massive trance orgasm.

And that was all I could stand before I exploded.

I thought the condom was gonna explode, I pumped so much cum into it. The sight of her there, on me, cumming, fuck that was intense.

When it had passed, she opened her eyes in wonder and looked down at me. "Oh god Robert, this is amazing! You're amazing." All I could do was smile up at her. Then she said "Did you finish yet?"

"Oh Yeah." I assured her.

She smiled with a deep sense of accomplishment, then asked me; "Can I try that mouth thing?" Her innocence is so sexy.

"A blowjob?" I asked.

"That's a blowjob?” she seemed inquisitive. “I heard other people talk about it, but was always afraid to ask what it was. I really want to try that."

She rose up off of me and tried to get the condom off. Left handed wasn't working well, so I removed it, and asked her to reach over to the desk for some tissues to clean up. "Thanks" she said, then she went around to the foot of the bed and crawled up to get at my cock.

She sat cross-legged and leaned down to get closer to her new favorite sex toy.

She held my semi-flaccid cock and gave the tip a tentative lick first, then smiled at me and licked harder. She spent a minute or so licking me like a popsicle. “Wow, you taste sorta salty and manly” she observed. Then she took my head into her mouth and I gasped and whimpered "Please, No teeth".

"Sorry." she said. Then I was engulfed again, and she hummed on me, which was so very stimulating. Pulling off she commented "You taste good! Probably better than me." Then she was back at it, and now her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. This was too much, too stimulating. The view I had, plus the feel of her tongue on me, was enough to set me right off. My first blowjob lasted 30 seconds before I blew.

I groaned, and said "Now", and she sealed her lips around me, lapping her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive underside of my head. I think I whimpered, and I may have said something, I have no idea. My orgasm was a completely different thing from what I got from masturbating. This was so powerful it was excruciating. I could feel her tongue lapping at me as I shot load after load into her mouth. I don't think I ever came so much before in my life. Her eyes were wide in surprise as she kept working on me, swallowing what I gave, and teasing out more.

I finally ran dry and started to wilt, and she pulled away. "Wow" she said, "that was cool. You taste good, too. I like blowjobs, they're fun!"

I laid back, floating in post orgasmic bliss.

She crawled up alongside & cuddled with me. It took a few tries to get comfortable with our casts in the way. There we were, to newly deflowered teens, both buck-nekked except for the white casts covering two limbs. We were in sweaty bliss from some great first-time, multiple-orgasm sex. The afterglow was heavenly.

Then we got chilled and we had to untangle ourselves to get under the blankets. The adrenaline was gone, our lust was sated, and sleep took us both.

That was one April Fools joke that both failed and succeeded in a most spectacular manner.

Tomorrow will reveal what troubles await those who endangered two virgins’ lives, but It couldn’t have turned out any better for Suzanne & Robert.

By An April Fools Prank Goes Awry

By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.

When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.

"Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.

"Hey, are you all right?" the guy asks.

"No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck."

"Don't move it, I'll find the ski patrol. Hang on." He skied away to get help.

30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?"

"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he'd send the ski patrol."

The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled "Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are."

Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what's wrong. This other guy said "Good luck!" to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they're loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they're used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.

I called my Dad, who said he'd fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet’. He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they'd drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.

I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.

We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.

Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that's pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn't get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower OK.

I wasn't going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they'd drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.

"Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car." Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.

"OK" my Dad says, "Your mother can drive you there, and I'll follow in your car, then we'll drive back together."

"Awesome, sounds like a plan!"

The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.

My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?

Then it was time to head back to school. I'd been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.

The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there's elevators everywhere but I didn't know where most of them were.

First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that's for sure.

I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who'd had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we'd make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can't talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.

The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.

One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!"

"Where'd you steal that from?" I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone's chair.

"No No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It's legit, dude!"

"All right! Let's check out my new ride then!" I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away.

"Where we goin?" I asked.

"It's a surprise." says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can't see where we're going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair's armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there's not much I could do, except literally ride this out.

They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. EventuallyI had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they've come up with.

I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I’m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.

I think there's a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She's quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.

"Hey. Hey, wake up." I said.

No response, she's just sitting there, draped over my lap. She's warm and breathing, so it's not a manikin or something. I wondered if she's okay.

I started to shift a bit, can't use my arms because they're taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn't work, and now I'm afraid that if I move too much she'll fall off onto the floor.

"Hey, uh, miss, wake up." louder. She's out of it. I turn my head to the side so I'm not yelling in her ear and holler "Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!" Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?

'Now what'. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn't enough to wake the girl. I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it's a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I'll just wait for her to wake up, and we'll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.

The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.

More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I'm gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don't get out of here right now. I've tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn't gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?

I'm desperate now. "Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!"

Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I'll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting.

I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dyin' here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.

She's got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first ‘tongue-kiss’. Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.

Surprised, I pull back, and say "Oh thank god you're awake, help me up!"

She startled, yelping at me, "Who are you?!"

"Help me, please, I'm gonna piss my pants! Untie me!"

In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She's kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It's the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.

"Hurry!" I pleaded.

She struggled off me, and stood. “Where the hell did you take me!” she demanded.
I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn’t know which building. Then I said; “But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I’m bound to this wheelchair.

She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she's pulling at it, she's obviously not left handed.

I'm not gonna make it, and I looked around. We're in a janitor's room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs."

She's quick on the uptake, I'll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. "Pull my pants down, hurry."

"What? No!" she protested.

"Arrrrggghhh. Please, I'm gonna wet myself." I grind out through my clenched teeth.

She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.

"You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?"

I can see she's not happy with the situation, and she's fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my ‘hose’ toward the container.

I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.

Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.

"Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks."

She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I'm all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there's a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that's never happened before.

That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, "Ew" she says.

"Just wipe it on my sweats, it's OK." I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn't help with my ever increasing boner of course.

She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. "Do you smell smoke?" she asked.

It's my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there's smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn't it still going off? "Quick, help me get this tape off!" She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say "No, leave that, just get me undone!"

She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. "Check the door." I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.

She tried the light switch but it doesn't work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. "It's locked!" she says.

"From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous."

"Is there really a fire, do you think?"

"I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold."

"What do we do?" She started frantically searching her pockets and said; "I can't find my phone!"

"I didn't even bring mine to the party. No pockets."

The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. "Here, block up the crack under the door with these!"

I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness. But now the room is black. "Now what?" she said.

I shrugged, "I guess we wait and hope."

"I'm scared." she said in a small voice.

"Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first." She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it's got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. "We're OK for now." I tell her.

I smelled her hair again, as she's crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don't even know her name. "I'm Robert by the way. Robert Green."

"Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.", she informed me.

"I'd say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I'm ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated."

She giggled, my goofy sense of humour somehow helped in this situation. "I'm glad to meet you too, Robert."

"So how did you get here?"

"I don't know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me." She blushed again.

"Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?"

"Oh. Shit.” She seemed to recall. “I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked? I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time."

"Oh, yeah, you don't want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants."

She blushed and giggled. "I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before."

"Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before."

"It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like...'

"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I'm bound to get aroused."

Her eyes went wide at that statement. "Oh" she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I'm pretty?"

"Well, yeah, of course. You're what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching'"

She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.

"Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?"

"Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don't be offended, it's just circumstances, you know?"

She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying "I didn't think so." Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.

I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You're very pretty, and definitely arousing."

She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh." she said. "Thank you."

Just then we heard a muffled sound of footsteps outside the door. We both yelled, and I grabbed a mop handle and rapped it against the door. The door opened, and a cloud of smoke poured in. A firefighter stood there, looking surprised behind his breathing apparatus. He hollered for help, and we were soon moved briskly from the building.

I was parked in my wheelchair next to the ambulance, where Suzanne was sitting on a gurney. We both had been given oxygen and been checked over for injuries. We told campus security about how we came to be there, and they got really grim. I named names, because I could've died there, we both could've died. It was a prank, but it went sideways pretty fast when that fire broke out. Cops came over and Suzanne also named a couple of girls who she thought were in on it too. Now we were finally cleared to go.

"Can I walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.

She laughed, "Don't you mean wheel me? You can't walk."

"Can too, if I had my crutches. My idiot friends left me with this chair."

"Okay, then, let's go." She beamed.

Off we went. She couldn't push me with just one hand, and I was crap at navigating that chair, but we eventually got back to the residence. We chatted amiably along the way, getting to know each other. She was really easy to talk to, unlike most girls I've tried to talk to. Maybe that was it, I wasn't chatting her up.

She was 18, a biology major, living in in the next dorm over. I told her I was in second year Computer Science, in the nearby dorm, so I had a single room.

I told her how I broke my leg, skiing near Gatineau, and the really long day I had as a result. "How did you break your arm?"

"Skating. I'm usually a good skater but sometimes you just fall wrong. I spent most of that same day in the ER, just like you. It's really hard to get dressed and shower and stuff with this thing."

"I know, believe me, I know all about it."

We were both so fired up on adrenaline after our ordeal there was no way we could sleep. "Would you like to, uh, come over to my room, for a bit? After all this, I'm not tired, and I'd b

The Freak: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 28 Mar 2025 09:59:00 -0600

Trouble in Paradise before I take revenge.

Based on a post by Senor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

THE FREAK; Part 3 of 5

“What happened to your face, Jack?”

“You did,” I replied with a little chuckle.

“Oh, no! Did I pee on you? I’m so sorry.”

“No; no; it’s not urine. Did you have seven orgasms?”

“I don’t know. I kind of lost track. I don’t know what you did to me, but it was incredible. I came quickly and then I kept on cumming and cumming. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop.”

“Well, every time you came I got flooded. I don’t know what it was, but I’m glad I was able to do it for you.”

She moved up a bit to look me straight in my eyes. “Me, too,” she whispered just before pressing those sweet plump lips into mine once again. I checked out the dashboard clock and pointed at it; 3:26, time to head on home.

Everyone was asleep when we walked through the back door. We turned left so Barbara could take a quick shower. She had left her night gown and robe here in anticipation. I closed the bathroom door and began to turn the couch into my bed when I felt a hand on my arm. Barbara was standing there naked. Damn, but she was a beautiful woman. “Come and join me,” she whispered.

I laughed. “Funny! You have got to be kidding. There is no way that two of us will fit in there. It’s all I can do on my own. Thanks for the offer, though; maybe someday, but not tonight.” I gave her a quick kiss and she returned to the bathroom, a pout on her face. Ten minutes later she came out, kissed me quickly and walked to the living room. I followed so I could turn the stairway lights on for her and off once she was safely upstairs. I showered quickly, mostly to wash my groin and my face, knowing what my parents would think if they saw me covered with Barbara’s juice. It was almost four by the time I crawled under the covers.

We slept in New Year’s Day and I would have stayed in bed after 10:00 had I not been invaded by an eight year-old monster named Carole. “C’mon, J.J., get up so we can play.” Did I mention that she was jumping on my chest at the time?

“What time did you go to bed last night?”

“Mom and Dad let me stay up until 10:00.”

“That’s great! I stayed up until four. Let me see; ten is bigger than four so you must have been up later than me.”

She responded with a scowl. “Even I know that’s not true. You need to get up. Barbara’s already up and dressed. C’mon!”

“Ugh! It’s a good thing that I love you.” I growled and Carole scampered away screaming down the hallway. Thank God I wasn’t a drinker. J didn’t know how I could handle a hangover considering how tired I was. I struggled out of bed to shave, run a comb through my generally unruly short hair, and brush my teeth, dressing in a Harvard sweatshirt, jeans, and slippers. Then I made my bed, turning it back into a couch before yawning my way to the kitchen.

Barbara was there getting a cup of coffee. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she moved up for a quick kiss. That was accompanied by a giggle from the breakfast nook. Knowing that Carole was watching, I moved in for a real kiss. Mom and Dad already knew of my intentions even if Barbara didn’t so I wasn’t worried that they’d say anything. Of course, the giggling was non-stop through the entire kiss. I broke it and jumped into the nook, grabbing Carole and swinging her around while I hugged and kissed her. Her giggling turned to loud laughter which stopped only when Dad complained of an after New Year’s headache. I felt real sympathy, knowing how I felt without one.

Barbara and I had only a light breakfast of pastries and doughnuts from the bakery. I broiled hot dogs for lunch then we retired to the living room for the traditional football games. Barbara sat on the couch where she had been on Christmas and I sat on the floor at her feet. She rubbed my neck and ran her fingers through my hair for most of the afternoon. Around three she moved to the kitchen to help Mom with the dinner. Carole and I helped by setting the table.

We ate dinner as one big and happy family before I walked outside with Barbara to drive her home. Tomorrow was Sunday so I’d see her early for Mass, knowing that we’d spend the entire day and much of the night together. Somehow, my need for seven days of basketball a week had ebbed, replaced by a greater need; a need to love and be loved and to be with that one special person. I let Barbara take the Olds home with her Sunday night so we could spend time together after Tuesday’s game.

January and February are the months when the basketball season kicks into high gear. Every game is a league game and every game counts toward that elusive league championship. Well, it was elusive if you played at a school other than ours over the past four years. There was pressure though; the pressure of being ranked number one; the pressure of having a target on your back every time you stepped onto the court. Despite the pressure we ran the table, winning every game by a wide margin.

I had expected to play against every junk defense in the book; box and one, triangle and two, and every variant that was ever devised. There were two big problems with this approach. The first was that I never cared how many points I scored; doubling me had to leave someone else open and my teammates were all very good players in their own right. Doubling me led to more open layups for them than I could count. The other problem was that the smaller guards couldn’t leap with me and the bigger layers were just too slow. You’re not supposed to be able to drive through a zone, but I drove for layup after layup most games. When I couldn’t score I gladly passed to a cutting teammate. Could I make All-American playing this way? Who cared? All that mattered was that we won.

There are four classes of schools in New York; A, B, C, and D; based on school enrollment. Tuckahoe was in Class D. Our success over the past four years meant that we could go anywhere we wanted to in the tourney to play against any class of opponent. Some of us wanted to go into Class A. Most of our opponents had been in Class B or higher, but I argued for us to stay in Class D. “Let the bigger schools beat each other up. Guys will get hurt. Guys will get tired. We’ll meet the best in the inter-class finals just as we have in the past.”

That was what we did and, sure enough, New Rochelle faltered in the A semis and so did Mount Vernon, another highly ranked school from our area. One of the lesser schools won the A competition and the same thing happened in the Class B finals. We blew the Class C champs out of the gym and the following night we whipped the A Champs. They were exhausted from their game against the B winners. Our starters had only played about half of our game the previous night. I won the center jump, one of the few that were actually contested and scored on our much practiced opening play, rubbing my man off on Eli’s strong broad body for a crashing dunk. We pressed full court and ran at every opportunity. For all purposes, the game was over at the half when we had built a twenty point lead. Instead of relaxing we shifted into overdrive and, once again, the basket looked to be as big as the ocean. I couldn’t and didn’t miss and neither did my teammates. We had our fifth consecutive state championship. Three of us made the all-tournament team; three out of ten. Our win streak was at 129 when the season ended.

Best of all; Barbara was there with me every step of the way, even staying overnight in a room with my sisters during the two finals weekends. She was one of many who stormed the court first when we won the Class D State Championship and, finally, when we won the whole shebang. She was the only one of that horde, however, to greet me with a searing kiss.

It was the last week in March and I had just driven to our favorite parking place after an early night of bowling. Soon the outdoor movies would open and we could look forward to an entire night of making out. So far Barbara and I had done everything sexually other than fucking. I loved her enough that I wasn’t going to push it. We were sitting together holding each other knowing that we had plenty of time for sexual activities later. Barbara broke our kiss and looked up at me, her pleading voice just above a whisper. “Jack, what’s going to happen to us once we graduate?”

“I think we’re going to stay together. We will if I have anything to say about it.”

“But how? You’re going to Harvard and I’m staying here to attend St. Elizabeth Seton. We won’t see each other for months.”

“No; you need to come to Massachusetts with me.”

“How can I do that? Where would I live?”

I could see that Barbara was almost in tears and I would never want that. I leaned down to kiss her then opened my door to get out. “Do me a favor and scoot over here a bit. Please?” I gave her a quick peck and got out, walking around the back of the car and getting back in on the passenger side. My right knee was on the car floor and my left foot was on the asphalt as I reached into the glove box to get a plain brown paper lunch bag. Mom had hundreds of them for Carole and even Marie on occasion.

Taking her hands in mine I began to speak. “Barbara, you know that I dated quite a few girls before you, but I’ve never once told a girl that I loved her, not until this very second. Barbara, I think I fell in love with you even before I caught you in front of St. Catharine’s. I am so totally in love with you that it’s scary. I told you about the flash where I saw you fall, but I never told you about the other flash that day nor about the hundreds I’ve had since then; flashes about our love and life with each other.”

I could see her start to understand and she smiled broadly as I continued. “Barbara, I hate being away from you for even a single night now so I can’t imagine what being away from you for months would be like. Actually, I can; it would be the closest thing to hell for me. What I’m doing here in case you haven’t figured it out yet is asking you to marry me. I promise that I will love and cherish and protect you forever, maybe even longer.”

I reached into the bag to retrieve the small blue velvet box from Harry Winston. Barbara hadn’t said a word, but she did push her finger out to me. There were tears in her eyes as I slipped the ring onto her finger. Once it was on she pulled me to her for the hottest kiss of my life. Then she whispered in my ear. “Jack. I have loved you for so long; as long as I’ve known you. I want more than anything to make love with you. I’ve wanted that for quite a while, too. I want to feel you inside me. I only wish I could feel you spurt into my womb, but that will have to wait; for a while, anyway. Can we get into the back seat?”

After a tight hug and a tender kiss I replied, “I think you deserve a real bed for our first time. You want to drive?”

“No, I want to cuddle up next to you and look at my ring. Was it expensive? I’ll bet it was!” She leaned forward again to kiss me then shooed me out the door. I drove us to Nepperhan Avenue, one of the main drags in Yonkers where I had seen some old fashioned motels; the kind that are a bunch of individual small cabins; on our way to an away game. We were there in less than thirty minutes. I handed Barbara a pocketful of change, telling her, “Why don’t you phone Mrs. Gleason and tell her you’ll be late. Be sure you tell her why; the engagement why not the making love why.” Barbara laughed then hugged and kissed me before slipping into the phone booth. (Remember! This was 1961 when such things were commonplace.) I walked into the motel office to register.

“I’d like to rent a room, please.”

He looked me over closely before responding. “Are you actually old enough?”

“My attorney tells me that one must be eighteen to legally sign a contract so the answer is ‘yes.’ I have my passport in my pocket if you like.” He responded by holding his hand out and I passed it to him. He spent more than a minute checking the photo and my date of birth before returning it to me.

“I suppose the woman outside is your wife.”

“Not yet, but we just became engaged tonight. She wants to make love and I thought her first time should be in a real bed as opposed to my back seat.”

“First time? Yes, I guess I can see why you’d like that to be special. Fifteen bucks and I don’t expect to have any trouble.”

“There won’t be any. I have too much to lose; a full ride to Harvard being at the top of the list.”

“Wow,” he said as he made change and passed me the key to number seven. “You’re a big kid. Ever play any kind of ball?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah; a five year starter in basketball and baseball and a four-year starter in football.”

“I recognize you now. Tuckahoe, right?” I nodded. He laughed as he said, “Nobody is happier than I am that you’re graduating. My son played JV basketball and will be a junior at Gorton next year.”

My smile vanished. “Too bad about Jimmy Albin.” He nodded. Jimmy’s situation was sad. He’d been found dead just after the end of the season, a hypodermic needle jutting from his arm. All of my teammates and I attended his wake and funeral. Barbara was there, too, never leaving my side. I put my smile back on my face as I walked out, but there was no fooling my love.

“What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing really; his son played JV at Gorton. He knew Jimmy.”

She reached up to stroke my cheek. “You tried to warn him, Jack. He didn’t listen. A lot of kids think they know everything. Oh; Mrs. Gleason is thrilled. She didn’t seem to be too surprised.” She took my hand and we walked together to our room. She showed me a handful of condoms from the glove box.

“You trying to kill me before we’re even married?”

‘No, but I like to be prepared.” I smiled; prepared is good. I opened the door and turned on the light. I expected the room to be worn and it was, but it appeared to be clean although it was cold. I found the heater and adjusted the control. I was pleased when the machine responded immediately.

Now that we were here we were both nervous and hesitant. Eventually, we started to giggle and that developed into full laughter. We came together for a long kiss. “Don’t you think you should undress me now,” Barbara whispered. I kissed her again, moving my hands to her tiny buttons while she began to work on mine. My hands are big and powerful, but they weren’t made for this kind of work. She had me practically naked by the time I had half of her buttons opened.

“Here, silly, let me help you.” She pulled the blouse up and over her head, turning around so I could handle her bra. I leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. Barbara reached behind her to lower my slacks and my briefs. Luckily I had worn my loafers so I was able to step out of my shoes. I placed all of the clothes on a chair while Barbara lowered the blanket and sheet. “I think I need to practice some sexy poses for you; something that will help you get turned on.”

“You haven’t needed anything so far. Just one glance at your beautiful face and your incredible body and look at me.” I looked down at my cock which stood at attention, as hard as granite and already leaking pre-cum. I kneeled on the bed and lay next to my goddess to caress and experience her fantastic body from head to toe; her soft smooth skin, her glimmering hair, her perfect conical breasts topped with sensitive and responsive nipples and areolas. I kissed each of those nipples, licking and suckling like an infant. My hand rubbed her labia until she was panting and squirming with desire.

“It’s time, darling. Make love to me. I want it. Damn, I need it.” She pulled a condom from the night table and with practiced precision unrolled it down my shaft as I moved between her legs.

“I know it’s going to hurt at first. Am I going to bleed?” I hesitated a second then jumped up to the bathroom, returning with a thin bath towel. Barbara raised her hips to accommodate me then spread her legs wide. I rubbed myself up and down her slit several times before gently pushing home. I was going slowly for two reasons. First, Barbara was a virgin, unused to having anything anywhere near as thick as my cock in her tunnel. Second, I didn’t want her to hurt any more than necessary. Apparently, she had other ideas as she thrust her hips upward several inches, ripping her hymen in a flash.

She cried out, several tears streaming from her face, but when I looked at her all I could see was her love. I kissed those tears away as Barbara began to smile. She relaxed as I pushed further into her. We began a rhythm, moving together; slowly at first; Barbara’s legs wrapped tightly around my waist. “Oh, Jack!” She was moaning continuously now. I raised my body up onto my elbows so I could worry her sensitive nipples with my fingers. I could tell from her movements that she was rubbing her clit; her big hard clit loaded with sensitive nerve endings; into my pubic bone.

She was working as hard as I was, driving her hips into me with every thrust. Her face was a mask of love and lust. Her love for me was evident, but just as obvious was her lust; her desire and need to fuck and be fucked; to cum and cum hard.

Our pace increased until we were fucking like animals then; suddenly and without warning; she froze, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down for a kiss that showed her passion and her love and her lust. Then, just as suddenly, she lost it. Her body shook in three or four directions at once as her powerful orgasm claimed reign over her body. Even my weight wasn’t enough to keep her in the center of the bed. She was just coming down when my orgasm hit. She knew by now what to expect. Six straight times my hips drove forward, a fountain of semen erupting from my hard hot tool. I tried to move off her, but she would hear nothing of it. “Please, Jack; stay where you are. I love having you in me.”

“There’s nothing I’d like more, but, if I do, there’s a good chance that the condom will leak. That would never do.” I kissed her again, a relatively chaste one, and slid off to her side, the condom, loaded with my seed, dangling from my shrinking cock. I trotted to the bathroom to flush it away and wash my organ thoroughly. I knew that Barbara wanted to play and the last thing we needed was for some stray sperm to find its way into the wrong place.

Barbara was grinning like the Cheshire cat when I returned. I lay next to her, kissing her cheek and hair and rubbing her back and ass. “Why the silly grin,” I asked.

“I was just remembering something you said. Remember when you told me that making love was the most fun thing you ever did? I agree completely. It really was the best thing I’ve ever done. Can we do it again?”

“We can, but we’ll need to rest and wait a bit. Men aren’t built like women.” She began to laugh and I joined her. “That’s not what I meant. Women can make love time after time as long as their vaginas are lubricated, but a man has to recover. I think it’s called refractory period. I should be okay to go again in about thirty or forty minutes. Then if you want to do it again it’ll take me a bit longer.”
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The Freak: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 26 Mar 2025 09:52:00 -0600

I learn to love my Catholic School girl.

Based on a post by Senor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

THE FREAK; Part 2

We were in my car and on our way when Barbara asked, “Would you really have fought with that guy?”

“No; I knew he’d back off. He was all mouth. If he really wanted to hurt me he and his buddies would have jumped me without any warning. How about we get some seafood tonight? I know of a good restaurant just down the road in Bronxville.” Barbara agreed and ten minutes later we were seated at a table, menus in our hands.

I ordered a pitcher of Coke as we checked the menu. I had to laugh when I showed one item on the menu to Barbara. “No, thanks,” she said with a smile to my offer of garlic bread. I passed on it, too. I decided on the seafood alfredo and a tossed salad with bleu cheese dressing. Not surprisingly, Barbara ordered the same.

She started the conversation by telling me how much she liked my family. “Your mom and dad are so nice and so are your sisters although I barely know Angela because she’s always cheering at the games. I especially like your little sister, Carole. It’s so obvious how much she loves you.”

“She always has nice things to say about you, too. Say, I just had a thought. Want to come to Tuesday’s game? It’s at home against Gorton. That’s another high school in Yonkers. They’ve always played pretty well against us.”

“I’d love to, but how will I get there? You’ll be at school and your parents will probably get there long before I can get to Chester Heights.”

“You have a driver’s license, don’t you?”

“Yes, but; .”

“I’ll pick you up for church Sunday and after breakfast I’ll let you drive to your school then back to mine so you’ll know how to get there. I’ll draw you a map, too.”

“You’re going to trust me with your new car?”

“Yeah; aren’t you trustworthy? Is there a place you can keep it at your apartment?”

“There’s some parking in a fenced lot behind the building and I’ll make sure to lock it, too.”

“Oh, Jack; you’re the best.” I thought she was going to continue to tell me that she loved me, but then I realized that it was too soon.

Our salads were delicious and very fresh, which I found surprising considering that it was mid-December. We ate in comfortable silence. Every once in a while I’d look at Barbara and I always found that she was looking at me at the same time. We just smiled at each other and returned to eating.

The alfredo was a great choice. The shrimp and scallops were tender and delicious and the sauce had obviously been freshly made. It really was a great meal. We left a bit after eleven, driving to my favorite parking spot at the end of the apartment complex, only two blocks from my home. I moved to the center of the seat, telling Barbara that we’d have more room that way.
We began kissing, lips locked together and tongues dancing in desire. The windows were steaming up when Barbara moved to straddle me. We never broke our kiss when she began to dry hump my thigh. Seeing this as a signal that she wanted to go a bit further I lightly brushed her nipples with the back of my hand. Her moan of pleasure died in my mouth so I did it again, this time a little harder. She responded by spreading her legs and grinding her cunny into my leg.

I opened her blouse and snaked my hands around her to remove her bra. A second later her glorious breasts were in my hands. I wasn’t someone who thought that playing with a girl’s breasts was all about some kind of stupid conquest for me. This was about making her feel good; maximizing the pleasure she was experiencing. I rolled her sensitive nipples in my fingers, being careful not to pinch or hurt her. We continued like this until she threw her head back, groaning in her ecstasy. “Jack! Oh God, Jack; that feels so good.” Then looking into my eyes she whispered, “I’m a virgin, Jack.”

“And you will be until you decide otherwise. Barbara; will you ; will you touch me?” She looked confused so I continued. “I mean here.” Taking her hand, I placed it lightly on my rock hard cock.

Looking straight into my eyes she began to rub me through my slacks. “What do you want me to do, Jack? Please tell me.”

“Undo my belt and open my pants then pull down my zipper.” I continued to massage her breasts then when my briefs were exposed I used both hands to move my cock and balls through the leg hole. I had tried boxers a year ago when I received several pair at Christmas, but I didn’t like the feeling of no support so I threw them out and went back to the briefs. Barbara took me in hand and began to slowly stroke me. Her touch was like velvet, exactly what I imagined her cunny to be as her slender delicate hands moved up and down my thick shaft.

I probably could have made my penis as big as a horse’s, but I never saw the appeal. A really long cock would mean either having several inches out in the breeze while fucking or driving into her sensitive cervix with every thrust. I was perfectly satisfied with my seven and a half inches. Yes; I had measured it one night way back in junior high. Now I was being stroked by an absolute goddess. She must have enjoyed it because she gripped me tighter with every stroke and what had begun as slow gentle rubbing was now approaching a feverish pace.

“Barbara! Please! If you continue like that, there’s going to be a terrible mess. I can’t send you home with semen on your clothes and in your hair.”

“It would squirt that far?”

“I’m afraid so. What you’re doing to me is heavenly, but; .”

“What if we used one of those things? Those condoms?”

“Yeah; that would work.” Barbara leaned forward again to kiss me then she turned to open the glove box. A minute later she had rolled the thin latex sheath over my organ, taking care as I had instructed to pinch the nipple tightly to keep air from intruding the space between my skin and the lubricated rubber.

Stating slowly again, she ran her fingers up and down, squeezing tighter and tighter and, once again, building her pace until she was in full masturbation mode. I usually had good orgasm control, but tonight I’d had plenty of sexual stimulation from Barbara’s sweet lips and her hard sensitive nipples. She hadn’t been at me for even two minutes when my hips thrust up violently and long thick ropes of slick sperm-laden semen erupted into the tip. It was more than full by the time I finished more than thirty seconds later, sinking back into the seat in exhaustion.

My breathing was deep, slow, and labored as I began the trek back from the abyss of my orgasm. I could see from the alarm on Barbara’s face that she’d never experienced anything close to what had just happened. “Are you okay, Jack?”

“I know that appearances can be deceiving, but; yeah, I’m more than okay. That was great, better than great. It was incredible. Just let me get rid of this and clean myself up then I’ll gladly take care of you.”

“Me? How?” I leaned forward to kiss her, whispering my thanks into her ear then I rolled down the window and eased the condom off my shrinking penis. After tying it into a knot I tossed it through the window, closing it quickly once that was done. Reaching over the seat I pulled my gym bag up, unzipped, and pulled out my still damp towel. Then it was a breeze to clean myself and dress.

Once that was done I took Barbara into my arms again. “I hope that didn’t scare you. Orgasms can be pretty intense. That one sure was.”

“I have to admit; that was my first male one.”

I looked at her and we began to giggle. “I didn’t realize that this was confession time. Do I get to give you penance now? For penance give me a long deep and juicy kiss.”

“Penance isn’t usually fun at least it’s not supposed to be.” She leaned forward and we kissed as I moved her down to the seat, her head near the steering wheel. My hands found the button and zipper on her slacks then she lifted her hips to help me get them off her slender body. I folded them carefully over the seat back. I couldn’t send her home with slacks that we’d stepped all over. That would never do. Her cotton panties were next. I felt the moisture in the crotch and I could easily smell her arousal. I began by kissing her lightly then my kisses went to her ear and then her neck. I followed by kissing each areola and suckling each nipple. By now Barbara was a panting wreck, tremors coursing through her body.

They only got worse when I plunged my tongue into her navel, licking clockwise then changing to the opposite. Finally, I moved between her legs and attacked her quivering cunny with the broad of my tongue. Starting at the bottom of her slit I moved forward slowly, teasing her terribly. I continued for more than five minutes, my strokes getting lighter and more teasing every time. Barbara was shaking uncontrollably when my tongue penetrated where nothing had ever been before. She responded by wrapping her shapely silken thighs around my head and humping my face with incredible vigor.

The dashboard clock told me I had to hurry. It was almost time to take her home. I spread her legs wide, moving her hard bud out from its hood then I sucked it between my teeth and gnawed for almost a minute. Barbara’s shaking turned into thrashing that ended with a mighty convulsion from which her body was lifted almost a foot above the seat before it collapsed with a mighty exhalation onto the firm leather almost totally out of it.

I pulled her up into a sitting position then struggled to return her panties to her body. Her slacks followed and finally I clasped her bra and buttoned her blouse. I backed out the door and helped her to stand so I could tuck her blouse into the slacks and help her back into her coat. We left then, driving to Pelham where we kissed goodnight just outside the apartment door. She turned as I descended the stairs, blowing a kiss. I smiled then turned and walked out into the cold clear night.

I picked Barbara up at seven the following night for bowling. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Gleason commented on Barbara’s condition last night so I assumed that they had been in bed when she walked in to the apartment. Barbara confirmed that once we were in the car.

I drove to Mount Vernon, parking in the small lot that was used primarily during the morning for the commercial bakery that occupied the building’s first floor. It was a long climb up the stairs, a bowling bag in each hand and Barbara hanging onto my arm. “Tell me again why you have two balls.” Then she began to laugh before continuing, “Er; bowling balls.”

I just shook my head. Holding up my right hand I explained, “This one is my strike ball. It’s the one I always use to start a frame. If I miss the strike I use the other ball for the spare. Lots of bowlers use more than one ball. I’ll show you how they work once we’re inside.” I leaned over for a second and Barbara, apparently reading my mind brought her lips up to mine for a brief kiss. I opened the door by tucking one bag under my arm and pulling it so Barbara could walk in before me. I led her up to the counter where I was greeted by the owner.

“Hi. J.J; .haven’t seen you for a while. Taking a look at your friend here I can understand why.”

“Hi, Stan; this is Barbara. She’ll need a pair of shoes. Barbara, trade him yours for a pair of his then you’ll trade back once we’re done.”

She removed her shoes, telling Stan, “Size six, please.” A minute later we were walking to lane 12 with a large score sheet in Barbara’s hands. We laced up our shoes and I placed my balls on the rack then accompanied Barbara to find her a ball. Stan had come around the counter once he had looked at her hands to show us where to look among the sixteen racks, each of which had at least two dozen balls of various weights. It took us a while, but with Stan’s help we found a 12-pound ball that fit her well.

“Want a couple of practice throws.” I asked. “Stan will turn the machine off for what is called ‘shadow bowling.’ It’s a good way to warm up and get your timing set.” I waved to Stan and he returned the gesture, knowing immediately what I wanted. Then I showed Barbara how to coordinate her approach. I used a four-step approach and suggested that to her. “Just relax and don’t worry about the score.”

“Don’t you think I can beat you?” She sounded serious, but I knew she was only teasing. I’m a very good bowler. I’d bowled in an A-level league for the past two years with my Dad and would do so again once the basketball season was concluded. We’d won the league championship last year with me bowling in the anchor position. I had averaged 203.6, one of the top averages in the league. We spent about ten minutes practicing until I waved at Stan again. The lights went on and we did it for real. I tried to show Barbara that timing and coordination were more important than sheer brute force. In fact, I showed her that brute force was almost always the cause of a split or worse.

We had a great time, just as we did with everything we had done although Barbara did accuse me of cheating when I scored a difficult spare; the 6,7,10 split; left handed. Barbara did well, breaking 100 in each of the three games we bowled. I bowled 177, 184, and 223, my first two games showing the rust from not having thrown a ball in several months. We finished and exited the lanes around nine when I drove us to a nearby Carvel for ice cream sundaes. We were at the end of the apartment complex by 10:15. Barbara seemed pleased at that.

She waited until I had moved over to the center position then rose to straddle my lap once again. She locked those sweet plump lips onto mine in only a second. We went from zero to one hundred; full make-out mode; in less than a second. It was the most passionate kissing I had ever experienced and, knowing of Barbara’s limited experience, I was sure it was for her, also. We were only into it a few minutes when she removed her coat and threw it into the rear seat. Back to kissing, she led my hands to her blouse’s buttons. “Please, Jack. I need your hands on me. Please massage my breasts and do that thing you did last night with my nipples.”

She pressed those hot lips into mine with a ferocity I’d never seen or experienced before. My huge hands pulled her to me, almost crushing her in my embrace and in my passion. Slowly, I moved those powerful hands to the buttons on the front of her blouse. It found a place on the back seat a moment later. Like most guys I struggled with the clasp on her bra until finally freeing up her pert breasts. She brought my hands to them even as the bra flew behind me.

I was deeply engaged in our kiss, massaging her flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers when she pushed my jacket off my body and began to open the buttons on my shirt. She was efficient; less than two minutes later our upper bodies were naked. “I love the feeling of your skin; your hard strong muscles; against mine, Jack,” she whispered just loud enough that I could hear her over the strains of the radio.

“I have to agree. Your skin is so smooth and soft. It’s like velvet.”

“Can I open your pants, Jack?” Yeah, like I’d complain about having my cock stroked by a hot woman I was rapidly learning to love. She was anything but tentative as her fingers tore at my belt and opened my pants. She reached into my briefs, pulling my manhood; my hard pulsing manhood; out into the cool December air.

Her hand wrapped around me to begin a gentle stroking rhythm. “You know, Jack, people send their daughters to Catholic school for more than one reason. Some want their girls to get a strong religious education.”

“And the others?”

“Well; mostly they want to keep them away from boys.”

“Does that actually work?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but other times I don’t think so. If a girl wants to get involved with a boy there isn’t much the parents can do.”

“So, which one are you?”

I could see Barbara’s wry smile in the dashboard light. “I’d say the first kind until I met you. Now, I don’t think anyone could keep me away from you.” I leaned forward and we kissed again then I leaned down to suckle at her breasts. Suckling, I pulled her hard sensitive nipple between my teeth causing Barbara to gasp audibly and arch her back in an expression of her ecstasy.

Suddenly, she stood up as well as one can in the front seat of a car and slid her slacks down her legs, her panties following seconds later. “I hope the cops don’t show up,” I laughed.

“Me, too,” she replied. “Maybe we should lie down or, even better, why don’t you lie down. I want to be here.” She knelt then on the floor while she pushed my head toward the driver’s seat. “You know, Jack; what do you think girls in a school without boys talk about?’

“Boys, of course.”

“You’re right, and mostly they talk about the things they’ve done with boys. They talk a lot about them fondling their breasts and their pus; er, vaginas; jerking boys off and doing this.” I looked down just as she opened her mouth to lick around my cock’s head. She went around twice then tested her tongue in my pee hole. “Is this where your stuff came from?”

“Yes. You probably know that women have two separate channels; the urethra for urine and the vagina for fun.”

She looked up, shaking her head and laughing. “You’re terrible! Is it really that much fun?”

“No; it’s a hell of a lot more. It’s the most fun thing I’ve ever done, but more than that is the intimacy; the sharing between two people. Of course, not everyone makes love. Some people just; .”

“Fuck?”

“Yeah, but what makes it special is when two people really care for each other.”

“You sound as though you’ve had that kind of relationship.”

“I did; last year, but her dad got transferred to Seattle and that was the end of that. We liked each other a lot, but I don’t know if it would have become love.”

“I’m sorry.”

I looked straight into her eyes as I whispered, “I’m not. If I was still with her it’s likely I would never have met you.” I was silent then, but it was enough. Barbara knew how I felt about her and I knew how she felt about me.

Her hand was slowing, making its way up and down my shaft the entire time, until she stopped suddenly. “You know, Jack, this is nothing like I imagined. The skin here is so soft and smooth and it’s loose so when I stroke you it moves with my hand.”

“I think that’s to prevent friction burns on the skin although that doesn’t always work.”

“Hmmm; maybe, but up here on the head it’s so spongy. Why?”

“Truthfully, I have no idea. Maybe so when I push into you it doesn’t hurt your cervix too badly. I understand that can be painful.”

Barbara laughed. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe someday, but not tonight; I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t think either of us is quite ready for that; not if we want a real meaningful relationship. We can take car

The Freak: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 24 Mar 2025 09:50:00 -0600

The man with two birthdays.

Based on a post by Senor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

PROLOGUE.

My legal name is John; John Joseph French, but nobody who knows me; not even a single teacher; calls me by my legal name. My family calls me Jack or JJ. All my friends call me Freak. It’s not an insult. It’s a term of endearment. After all, how many people do you know who celebrate two birthdays? I have my original one; November 12, 1942; and I have my “Re-birthday”; March 27, 1951. It was the day I almost died. It was the day I was reborn. It was the day my life changed forever.

December, 1960.

My story doesn’t start here, but this is where I’ve decided to begin; in church. It was the first week in December and a surprise blizzard had dumped almost ten inches of wet sloppy snow overnight. Luckily, I had a 4-wheel drive Jeep with big knobby tires that were great for snow or for driving on the beach, something I did occasionally in the summer at my parents’ bungalow on Long Island. It was slow going over the eight miles from my home to St. Catharine’s, but I still arrived in plenty of time to get a seat on the end of the pew.

I had been there maybe fifteen minutes when I stood for the start of the Mass. I couldn’t help but notice the striking young woman standing just behind me along the wall. Looking down I could see from the puddles at her feet that her shoes were soaked through. She had walked a long way in the snow. I’m a gentleman so I exited the row and pointed her to my seat. “Thank you,” she whispered with a smile.

I tried to pay attention to the priest, but, truthfully, I found the girl much more interesting. As I concentrated on her I realized that this was her lucky day, but I had to be in the right place at the right time. Just before the service ended I walked quickly to the stairs at the main entrance where I pulled two carefully folded objects from my coat pocket. They were Korkers; rubber soles that strap to one’s special shoes or boots with numerous sharp metal studs that give incredible traction on the slickest surfaces. Once they were in place I stepped to the icy sidewalk and waited.

It was some five minutes before she appeared with the throng of worshipers who signaled that Mass had ended. I stepped in closely behind her, grabbing her firmly under her arms even before her shoes slipped on a small patch of ice and she fell backwards. Had I not been here she would have landed on her back, smashing the rear of her skull onto the sharp-edged concrete below. She would have died from a brain hemorrhage long before any emergency services would be able to reach her. Instead, I helped her to her feet and suggested she take my arm.

“I noticed your shoes were wet in church. Once you came out into the freezing temperature those wet soles turned to ice. You’re lucky I’m an observant person. You might have been badly hurt.” We had walked almost half a block before I spoke again. “How far do you have to walk?”
“Just to the other side of Lincoln Avenue.”

“Okay; that’s more than a mile. I think I’d better give you a ride. You’ll be a lot safer in my Jeep than on these sidewalks. I’m sure that a lot of them aren’t shoveled yet.”

“You’re right. I wish I’d worn my boots, but I was almost halfway here when I realized how wet my feet were becoming. I would have been really late if I had returned to my home. I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name.”

“I’ll tell you everything at the diner. I’m sure you’re hungry. You received communion so you haven’t eaten anything since last night. I’ll give you a dime so you can phone your family as soon as we arrive. Incidentally, if I hadn’t caught you when you fell you would have hit your head on the concrete and died. I’ll explain how I know that, too. Okay, there’s my Jeep; that green monstrosity at the corner. I don’t think you’ll be able to get in on the other side because of the snow, so.” I bent over, lifted her legs with my left arm and placed her gently onto the passenger seat.
I was in my seat when I pointed to the shoulder/lap belt. “You might want to use the seatbelt. They’ll be mandatory in another twenty years. It will protect you if we have an accident. I’m a safe and careful driver, but I can’t account for others, especially in snow and ice.” I pulled the Jeep out, driving slowly and turning right at the corner. Three minutes later I pulled into the diner’s parking lot. We had just stepped into the restaurant when the waitress directed us to a booth.

“Here’s the dime I promised you, but before you go I want to show you something. Are you having coffee?” I continued when she nodded. “Then you’ll probably want some sugar.” I held my hand on the table and a second later the sugar dispenser slid into it.

“How; how did you do that?”

“Make your call. I’ll explain everything while we wait for our breakfast; or lunch if you prefer.” She was shaking her head in dismay as she walked to the phone booth. I watched her dial and speak briefly before returning to the seat facing me. She sat quietly as I began my tale.

“It happened while I was on vacation with my family in Florida. I was in third grade and playing hide and seek with my two cousins and my two sisters. I was “it” and had my head resting against a palm tree while I counted to 100. A storm blew in from the ocean; lightning struck the tree running through my brain and down my arm to my elbow.” I opened my collar and turned around so she could see the inch-wide burn scar. “That runs all the way to my elbow. It used to be on top of my head, too, but I took care of it so I’d at least look normal.”

“But, you’re not, are you?”

“No, I am definitely not.” The waitress gave us menus and we ordered omelets with coffee for her and hot chocolate for me. “I woke up a day later in the hospital. I’m sure you’ve heard that opposite charges attract and like charges repel. Well, for a split fraction of a second that tree and I had incredible negative charges. Being lighter and not stuck in the ground I was repelled; forty feet, I was told; into the side of a pickup truck.

“When I woke up I still had my eyes closed and when I tried to figure out what was wrong with me I got the shock of my life. Starting at my head I could essentially ‘see’ inside my body. I actually saw the two cracked ribs, broken bone in my forearm, and broken shin in addition to a load of bruises and cuts on my head, body, and legs. Once I knew that I wondered if I could also make my body and bones heal faster than they would normally.”
“I’ll bet you could.”

“Yeah, I could and I did. I’ve read recently that human beings only use about ten percent of their brain’s capacity. I should have been killed, but instead, something happened when I was struck that changed my brain. I had a high IQ before, but I’ve been tested more than a dozen times since and my score is always off the chart. Of course, that alone is no sure sign of success. That takes a lot more like motivation and willingness to work hard.

“Oh; I’m so sorry. I just realized that I never introduced myself; I’m John; John Joseph French, but please call me Jack. I live in Chester Heights; know where that is?” I continued when she nodded. “I go to Tuckahoe High School. I’m a senior there, just turned eighteen three weeks ago.”

Her name was Barbara; Barbara Millard She was an orphan; her parents killed in an auto accident when she was three; and she had lived with the same foster parents, the Gleason’s, ever since. She was also eighteen; roughly a month older than me and a senior at a Catholic girls’ school run by the Archdiocese of New York in nearby Yonkers.

“Okay, there’s a lot more to tell so I’d better get back to it. I had been in the hospital about three weeks. My dad had driven my sisters back to New York while my mom stayed in Florida with me. That was when I told the doctor that I was completely healed and I wanted the casts removed. Of course, he scoffed so I suggested a deal. If he would have my ribs x-rayed and they weren’t healed I’d stay in the casts. But, if they were healed I wanted x-rays of my arm and leg. You already know what happened. I was completely healed although the doctor was mystified. I couldn’t tell him how it had occurred. He would never have believed me.

“I love to read the newspaper, especially the sports section. I noticed almost immediately that certain teams seemed to jump off the page. Then my parents told us that they were going to Yonkers Raceway on Friday night. They did that at least once a year with their group of friends. Monday night I looked at the newspaper’s racing form and five of the horse names stood out. The following day I checked and they all had won.”

“You could make a fortune with that.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “my thinking exactly.” I paused while our eggs and sides of bacon were served. “On Wednesday night I gave my father a sealed envelope and asked him to sign his name across the seals then I put it onto the refrigerator door. The following afternoon I brought in the racing results and opened the envelope in my parents’ presence. They were shocked that all of my predictions were correct. Then I gave them my predictions for Friday when they were going to the track along with two dollars from my allowance and directions for placing two bets for me.

The first was a horse in the third race with high odds. It went off at 18 to 1 and paid $38.20. The second bet was a parlay; the entire thirty-eight bucks; on the Perfecta in the ninth race where the odds would be roughly 4500 to 1. I also gave them three other races in between. I explained that I did this so they would trust my predictions. I know my dad; he’d go to the track and not bet for me, telling me he forgot if I didn’t prove that I knew what I was doing. I thought it was funny at the time that I couldn’t see the results of every race and that’s never changed. I can usually see five or six out of the total. The same is true with baseball or football schedules.

“Long story short, everyone bet on my choices, but fortunately not so much as to create suspicion. My mom and dad and all of their friends bet ten bucks on the perfecta, winning almost $46,000 and I won almost four times as much. I took half knowing that my parents would have to pay income tax on their winnings and placed $10,000 into a bank account for college then invested the rest through a friend’s father who is a stockbroker.”

“Did that work with stocks, too?” My smile answered the question for her.
“Needless to say, my parents went to the track more often and my personal money has grown into a fortune. My friend’s father no longer charges for my purchases and sales, but he does use the information with his other clients so he makes plenty that way. Then again, so do all of the brokers at Merrill Lynch. I actually have a contract that they have to make my trades first; before releasing the information to the other brokers.

“When all this happened I was a tall skinny and bookish kid, but I loved sports even though I was terrible so I wondered if I could make myself into an athlete. For me the obvious place to do that was the public library where I could learn all about the traits and skills that great athletes have. I was able to make myself strong, fast, and quick. I love basketball so I became ambidextrous and grew my hands and feet and body to what I thought would be perfect for playing and I developed excellent depth perception. Then one day I found a set of New York State law books in the library’s research section. That’s where I learned that eighth graders could play high school sports with the principal’s permission. I was in sixth grade then so I had time to gradually improve my body and my skills. I can dribble, shoot, and even write with both hands. I can run like the wind and jump like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I think I would believe even though what you’ve told me is unbelievable.”

“Everyone in school thought I was crazy for trying out in eighth grade, but I made the team. Our first games were on a Friday night; junior varsity at six and varsity at eight. I didn’t start the JV game, but I went in midway through the second quarter and played very well so the coach told me that he wanted me to suit up for the varsity game. I had to throw my sweaty uniform back on and run out to the gym to tell my parents.

“I did get to play when our first two centers got into foul trouble and again I played well, but we lost the game. The following Tuesday I played more and we won. The next day I was promoted to first team. I’ve been there ever since and we never lost again, winning four straight state championships.”

“Did you win any awards? Is that what they’re called?”

I smiled. “Yeah; ’awards’ is good. I made second team all-league in eighth, first team all-league and all-county ever since and last year I was All-State and All-American, too. I’m sorry, I’ve monopolized the conversation.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s been fascinating. You probably should have been killed, but you weren’t and what’s happened to you has been a miracle.”

“I guess it has. Are you in any school activities?”

Barbara laughed. “I have a bunch of nuns for teachers. What do you think? Besides, I have to take three buses just to get to school. That takes me more than an hour each way. I ride the red bus to Chester Heights then the blue bus to Bronxville and then transfer again to Yonkers.”

“I can empathize. My dad told me I could try out for sports, but I’d have to walk home every day. It’s about three and a half miles and after running my ass off for two hours it’s a long walk, especially in the winter when it’s dark and cold. Sometimes I walked across the Siwanoy golf course and the parkway. It’s shorter that way, but last year I got my senior license and now I can drive which is good because I play football and baseball, too, and the baseball field is down in the Village of Tuckahoe. There’s a bus back to school, but it takes almost half an hour to get there.”

“You know, I’ve never even been to a high school game of any kind.”

“Would you like to come with me Friday night? It’s going to be a big game. Tuckahoe is a really small school and we’re going to play New Rochelle. My mom went there and she told me that they had more than 3,000 students then. I think they still have that or more. They’ll be a real challenge. They want to break our win streak. It’s up to 105 now; a state record.”

“I’d love to go. What time?”

“I’d have to pick you up at about 5:45 so have a bite to eat first. I’ll take you out for pizza after if you like.”

“That sounds great. What should I wear?”

“Jeans or slacks and a blouse, but nothing too heavy because the gym is always jammed and it gets hot.” She nodded her agreement and we rose from the booth. I paid the bill, tipped the waitress and led Barbara back to my Jeep. I drove her around the block where she showed me to the entrance to her apartment. She lived on the second floor above a number of retail stores; a far cry from where I lived in a big house on a big lot on a quiet street.

I phoned Barbara on Wednesday evening as we had agreed. She had read about our Tuesday game against Concordia, a Lutheran private school only about two miles from mine. We destroyed them, 96 to 40. We had an outstanding group of seniors. Any one of the five of us could score double figures at any time and we all did in this game and we also had two skilled subs with good experience. I’d had 40 and I only played three quarters. Our point guard, Tony, had twenty-two assists, but there was nothing unusual about that.

We spoke for almost an hour and I did get to speak briefly with her foster mother, Mrs. Gleason, who told me that Barbara was really looking forward to our date on Friday. I was looking forward to it, too. Most girls were dwarfed by my six feet six inch, two hundred and twenty pound frame and Barbara was no exception. I estimated her height at five feet nine inches and she was slender with medium-sized breasts and shapely hips. Her face was absolutely beautiful in my opinion; perfectly oval and symmetrical with sparkling blue eyes and a small nose; nicely framed by shoulder-length lustrous reddish brown hair. I was sure that I had a good hundred pounds on her. Looking back, I was sure I’d fallen in love at first sight.

The weather was cold and clear Friday night when I rang the bell at her apartment. An elderly woman I correctly assumed was Mrs. Gleason opened the door on the second floor. She greeted me warmly and smiled when I gave her the bouquet of flowers I had bought for her. I was met by Mr. Gleason just inside the living room where he thanked me for stopping Barbara from falling. “I’m a bank guard now so I don’t make a lot of money and Barbara doesn’t have great health insurance from Social Services so any kind of injury would have been a burden on us. Of course, her welfare always comes first.” I realized then that Barbara hadn’t told them much about our lengthy conversation.

She appeared from a door across the living room and I could tell she was shocked by my attire. I was wearing a blue sports jacket with a white button-down shirt and a blue and gold striped tie with charcoal gray slacks and cordovan loafers. I laughed as she approached. “You’re probably wondering why I’m all dressed up when I told you to dress casually. I have to dress up for games. It’s a team rule, but I have some casual clothes in my car.” We said good night to the Gleason’s and walked quickly down the stairs to the street where I led her not to my Jeep, but to my ’61 Olds Starfire convertible.

“Where’s the Jeep? You have two cars?”

“Yeah, I rent a garage a couple of blocks from my home and keep one of my cars there. The Jeep is great in bad weather, but the ride is really harsh and the heater stinks.” I held the door for her then sat behind the wheel and started the Olds’ powerful V8 engine. Two minutes later we were on the parkway on our way to my school.

“I need to warn you; well, maybe not warn you, but I do need to tell you what will happen when we get there. The gym will be packed; it always is. The school is old; built in the early 1930’s; and the gym is small. They probably violate every fire regulation ever created by packing people in at every game. They even have a TV camera that broadcasts to the cafeteria just downstairs to accommodate all of the people. I’ll introduce you to my family; my mom and dad and my two youngest sisters. I have three, all younger than me, but Angela who’s in tenth grade is a cheerleader. Mom and Dad are saving a seat for you. There are four men who always sit behind them. They’ll get up when we walk in so I can lie down and meditate. I clear my mind of everything and go into a kind of trance until the end of the third quarter of the JV game when I wake up and go into the locker room to dress for the game. I always hug and kiss my mom and dad and my sisters and I’ll do the same with you if that’s okay. I’ve asked my mom to speak with you once I’m in the locker room.”

“Why? What about?”

“I’ll let her tell you. It’s nothing bad. Okay, that’s the school just ahead.” I pulled into the parking lot and found a place to park, grabbing my bag and locking the car before walking Barbara to the entry. I had timed our arrival well. The first half of the JV game had just ended. The teams were just walking off the floor when everyone stood and began screaming, “FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!” I waved my acknowledgment and turned to Barbara. “Sorry, I forgot to warn you about that. They get a little carried away. That’s what all the kids call me; kind of like a nickname.”

We walked along the end of

World Repopulation Efforts: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 22 Mar 2025 09:30:00 -0600

Rediscovering the ancient lore of being in love..

Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"

Regina shook her head.

"No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."

Danny pursed his lips.

"Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."

Regina smiled.

"We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."

Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.

He looked at Regina then.

"Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"

Regina looked at the floor when she answered.

"I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."

She looked up at Danny then.

"Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."

Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.

The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.

Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.

In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.

When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment.

"Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different.

"Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well.

"The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"

Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?

"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."

Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing.

"Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"

Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive.

"I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."

Regina smiled.

"Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."

Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times.

"Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"

Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews.

"Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."

Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.

That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.

He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now...

"Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"

The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.

Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated.

"Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"

Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred.

"Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."

Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.

The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.

Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.

She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did.

"I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."

Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.

The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.

It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.

Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her.

"Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"

Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.

That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.

Danny smiled again.

"You're not going to like my answer."

"Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"

Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee.

"You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.

Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder."

"I know and that's why".

"But I can't."

Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg.

"Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."

Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?

"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."

Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more.

"Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."

Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up.

"I think we'd better end the interview right now."

Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.

Academic Theories Be Damned

When she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.

It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.

The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.

With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.

Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.

Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.

She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.

Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.

What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.

What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, t

World Repopulation Efforts: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 20 Mar 2025 09:01:00 -0600

Something had to be done about the ominous world population decrease.

Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.

He smiled as he approached.

"This your first time here?"

Kristin nodded her confirmation.

He smiled again and stroked her right breast.

"Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"

Kristin's voice was almost a whisper.

"I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."

He chuckled.

"That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."

Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?

He smiled when she didn't answer.

"You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."

Kristin smiled coyly.

"Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."

He smiled again.

"That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."

Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.

That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.

And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.

Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.

He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.

That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.

He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.

Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.

He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.

He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.

He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.

She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.

He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.

She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.

It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.

He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.

She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".

He grinned.

"The pleasure was mine."

The Emptiness

As Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.

He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.

In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.

The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.

Foundational Knowledge

The federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.

Mandated Abstinence Phase

Four days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.

Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.

He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.

A Dying Human Race

No one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.

It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.

There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.

Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.

Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.

When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.

It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.

The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.

After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.

In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.

In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.

After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.

As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.

It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.

The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught

The Tinker’s Career: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 18 Mar 2025 08:54:00 -0600

Estelle’s Training.

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"I feel a wetness."

Estelle sighed as my fingertip again stroked between her puffy outer lips.

"Yes, it is because you are arousing my passions. The flow will increase as I become more excited. It is so to ease the passage of your cock when that time comes."

I confess I was ready for that time to come at that moment, but refrained from acting upon that urge. Instead, I continued my examination of Estelle's cunny, for having never seen one, I was very curious.

I parted her lips and saw inside another pair of lips. They were much more slender and were an exciting series of ripples that originated at the soft fold of skin at the top of her cunny, the same soft fold I had touched before. As my fingertip traced between those ripples, they seemed to grasp and flow around it. Estelle would also make a tiny little mewing sound with each touch.

As Estelle had predicted, I soon saw a small amount of her slippery/sticky fluid flow from between the lips I stroked. She moaned then, and reached for my hand.

"One finger now; inside my portal; and move it in and out."

I was not certain where such a portal might be located, but reasoned the fluid must originate from that spot. Slowly I moved my fingertip down, probing gently as I did so, until it slipped into a spot that seemed to mold itself around the finger. As I began moving that finger in and out as Estelle had instructed, her hips rocked and she moaned again.

"Yes, Johnathan; that is the way. You stir my fires as they have not been stirred in some time. Pray add another finger to the one that gives me so much pleasure."

The second finger was a snug fit and I was somewhat concerned about injuring Estelle. I inserted it slowly, and when it joined the first in her warm, wet depths, began stroking both in and out. Estelle rocked her hips again, then began lifting her body into each push of my hand.

I felt Estelle's hand on my thigh and looked down. As I watched, she slipped her slender fingers up my thigh and then grasped my rigid cock and began stroking its length. To say that was pleasant would be to say a downpour is slightly damp. My mind was nearly carried away with the sensations she caused with her soft fingers. I knew what was to come soon, and wished she would instruct me to plunge my cock inside her lest I spill my seed on her hand.

She stroked me at the same pace as I moved my fingers in and out of her cunny for a while, then pulled on my stiff cock.

"Put your cock in my cunny now and move it as you do your fingers."

Estelle opened her thighs wide as I knelt between them, and pulled at my cock to guide it to the opening. Once she found the place with my swollen cock, she pulled on it again. I, in turn, pushed in.

The feeling of my cock slipping into her slippery warmth was indescribable. Estelle pulled at my hips to push it deeper inside her, and kept pulling until I felt my sack touching the cleft between her hips. She gasped when the base of my cock spread her lips and flattened them against her body, then sighed when I began stroking.

"Ah; it has been so long I am nearly at my end already."

I was not certain what she meant, but continued to stroke my cock in and out. After only a few moments, I felt my sack tighten and the now familiar feeling that meant I would spew my seed. Knowing the inevitable outcome, I attempted to pull out of her clasping depths that my seed would not be squirted inside her. Estelle gasped, "No; inside me" and then began rocking her hips wildly.

Controlling my actions then became an impossibility, for her gyrations had rendered any such attempt useless. Moments later, I felt the first spurt erupt from my cock when it was at its deepest penetration of her cunny.

Estelle cried out then, and arched her back. My second spurt splashed inside her as she arched higher and then began such a quaking and rocking it was difficult to keep my cock inside her. I did manage in spite of all her motions. With a groan, I thrust my cock deep and shot the last spurt as she cried out and then fell back to the bed.

Estelle wrapped her legs over my back then and held my cock inside her. She sighed and stroked my back.

"Hmm; this first lesson was quite satisfying. You are an apt apprentice."

"I only did as you instructed."

"Yes, but you did so with the great vigor I enjoy. I believe I will have to give you another lesson shortly."

And so Estelle did that night, two more lessons actually. For the second, she taught me of the ways to increase her passion by the rubbing of what she called her pearl. Once she had released me from the entrapment of her legs, I found that nub of flesh had come out from under a little fold of skin at the top of her cunny lips. It was very pink and very stiff, and when I touched it, Estelle nearly jumped into the air.

"Oh, yes; gently now, but continue and I will soon want to be skewered on your wonderful cock again."

The skewering did happen after a while, and Estelle proved to be even more active in her body movements. As I had already spent once, I was able to restrain myself, and continued to stroke my cock in and out of her swollen cunny lips until she cried out loudly and heaved herself up off the bed. The shaking of her body then was more than I could bear. My cock splattered her clasping passage with more of my seed.

The third lesson was the same, except the duration was longer. I attributed this to the partial sating of Estelle's desire and to the fact I had spent most of the seed my body had stored. Still, the ending was every bit as wonderful as the first two, and left me gasping for breath as Estelle pulled me down on top of her. I felt her teats press into my chest as she held me tight. After a few moments, she chuckled.

"I do believe you have a talent for this work."

I also chuckled.

"It was not work, Ma'am. Nothing so enjoyable could be called work."

Estelle stroked my back.

"Be that as it may, you have learned your skills well. Were the hour not late and were I not satisfied for the moment, we would have yet another lesson. I shall leave you for my own bed for now, but we shall continue our lessons when my husband is again away. Do not forget what you have learned tonight."

Estelle then rose from my bed and clasped her hand over her cunny. She chuckled and remarked the next time she would bring a cloth to stop the flow of our juices from her body, then left my bedchamber for her own. I slipped under the blanket and thought of my new teaching.

I was still somewhat fearful of her husband discovering the truth, but then realized Estelle had as much to fear as did I. Her husband would surely cast out both her and I were he to know of our coupling. That understanding caused my fears of discovery to wane, and I fell asleep knowing I would welcome any lessons she desired to teach me.

Still, I was apprehensive for the next two days, but found my fears to be unfounded. Estelle greeted her husband upon his return with a kiss and an embrace, and fixed us a special dinner that evening. Though I watched carefully from the corners of my eyes, she did not so much as look at me through the course of the meal.;

Master Eaton did inquire as to my progress with the manufacture of Estelle's new lantern and I showed him the various pieces I had shaped and filed. He was pleased and suggested I might make various piercings on the sides that the lantern would cast a pleasing pattern of light upon any surface near it when lit.

There were several patterns for such piercings in the shop, but when I examined them, I found them not to my liking. Instead, I drew a new pattern of piercings that pleased me. Upon showing them to Master Eaton, he remarked they were unique and fit for the lantern of his wife. I set about using a sharp punch to make the series of small holes of the design in the four sides of the lantern above the openings for the glass panels.;

Our business began to increase with the cool breezes and shorter days of autumn. The women of the village required new pans for baking of the usual holiday treats, and the waning daylight forced the use of lanterns even in the early evening. Master Eaton and I were busy in the shop from early light to dusk in fashioning these items. As a result, our supply of tin plate quickly required replacing.

I had thought to go with him to the mill for I had never done so, but at the last market, all the pastry cutters we had were purchased and still the women wished for more. He instructed me to stay in the shop and make as many as possible for the next market day.

I was happy with this decision for two reasons. I had the week prior to the market day fashioned a few cutters in the shape of the fir tree that would decorate each home during the Christmas season, and they were quickly sold for a price twice that for the normal round, oval, or star shaped cutters. They were simple to manufacture and required little more time than the other shapes, and it pleased me to know the women of the village wanted more.

The other reason I was happy was that the mill was a day's travel by wagon. Master Eaton would leave at first light, drive throughout the day, and then purchase the new stock of tin plate late in the afternoon. The next morning, he would begin the journey home and arrive in the village as the sun was setting. I would have almost two days and one night for more of Estelle's lessons.

True to my wishes, Master Eaton had only just climbed into the wagon seat and clucked to the horse when Estelle came into the workshop.

"How is my apprentice this fine day?"

"I am doing well, Ma'am. I would hope you are the same."

Estelle sighed, but then smiled.

"I am not, though I believe there to be a cure."

I was certain I knew what that cure might be, and smiled.

"Would I be able to assist with that remedy?"

"Oh, most certainly you can. It is a remedy I have not yet taught you. It may require much practice before the remedy is effective."

In my admittedly limited knowledge, I believed I understood the normal means of effecting that which Estelle desired. I was at a loss as to what she was saying.

"Is there not but one remedy?"

Estelle giggled.

"Johnathan, you have much to learn. There are many remedies, all similar, but all different in some ways. Come. I shall teach you of two that please me greatly."

Once in my bedchamber, Estelle lost no time in removing her clothing. As her loose, long legged under-trowsers fell from her hips and then to the floor, she chuckled.

"The remedy requires you to be without clothing. I cannot teach you if you remain as you are. Surely you are not embarrassed after our earlier lessons."

I was not embarrassed. I was only watching Estelle's breasts wobble about as she removed her clothing and thinking of how they had felt in my hands. I quickly pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my boots, and then unfastened my trousers. My cock bobbed in the air when I stepped from them, and Estelle chuckled again.

"I think my apprentice is ready for the next lesson, for your cock stands at the ready. We shall begin by easing your desires a bit, for I see already a droplet of your essence. That and the flood that will follow cannot enter me this day or I shall quite likely become with child. Do not be sad. There is another way, a way I believe you will greatly enjoy."

With that confusing statement, Estelle took me by the hand and bade me lie upon my bed. She sat down on the edge, then grasped my rigid cock and smiled.

"On such days as this, a proper woman would do thusly."

I watched, spellbound, as Estelle lowered her face to my cock, opened her mouth, and engulfed the swollen head. She sucked at it gently and then I felt her warm, wet tongue licking the underside. Estelle giggled when I groaned.

"Is this not as I said? I believe you do enjoy my new method."

She licked all around the darker head and caused me to groan.

"Yes, it is quite wonderful."

"I quite enjoy my method as well. Perhaps you will find this as pleasant."

Estelle slowly lowered her mouth over my cock head and then down my shaft. I felt gentle suction when her cheeks moved inward and then the sensation of my cock head touching the back of her throat. My hips lurched upwards of their own accord, and only because of her small hand with which Estelle gripped my shaft did it not plunge deeper.

Estelle giggled around her mouthful of my cock and then slowly pulled her lips back up the length. When she reached the rim of my cock head, she sucked a bit harder and swirled her tongue over the tip. My hips lurched again.

Estelle's mouth pulled off my cock head with a little smack, and she looked up at me.

"Shall I continue?"

My hips lurched again because she was slowly stroking my shaft. The feeling was much more arousing than when I did the same.

"As you said, your new methods might require practice to perfect, though I think you have already perfected this one."

Estelle giggled and then circled my cock head with her wet mouth. I felt her hand stroking my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, and then her other hand fondling my sack.

At that time in my life, not much manipulation was required to bring me to my end, and that end was fast approaching. Estelle's stroking hands and her sucking mouth caused my sack to draw up, and I knew that meant I would spend. I attempted to warn her but she took no heed.

"Estelle, I cannot stop myself."

She only ceased her sucking and looked at my face.

"Then do not. I shall enjoy what is to come."

She resumed her stroking and sucking then, and I felt the end approaching. When I groaned again, Estelle thrust her sucking lips down my shaft until they met her hand and then pulled them back up. She did this rapidly several times before my loins exploded with the release of seed. As the first spurt left my throbbing cock, Estelle swallowed and then continued to swallow. The sensation of her throat closing on my cock head made me groan again as the second, then third and fourth spurt spewed from my body.

I was shaking somewhat when I eased my thrusting hips back to the bed. Estelle sucked as she lifted her lips from my cock. After that same smacking sound as her lips formed around my cock head and then released it, she used her thumb and fingers to strip up my length. She caught the resulting drops on her tongue, slipped that tongue into her mouth and then swallowed again.

"Umm; .I do love the taste of a man and his seed. We shall do this again presently, though you must learn another lesson first. As I enjoy your taste, you must learn to enjoy mine."

Estelle lay down beside me then and pulled my hand to her breast.

"Do as you did for our first lesson. Stroke my pillows and then my cunny. Once I am flowing with passion, I will teach you of what I speak."

I am somewhat proud of the fact that flowing was not long in coming, for this was only my second attempt at applying the skills I had learned. Estelle's teats quickly rose long and taut under my tongue and lips, and shortly after I touched her rippled inner lips, I felt the slippery juices begin to flow.

Estelle was breathing faster, and it was seemingly with difficulty she stopped her little moans in order to speak.

"Oh, yes; you; you have caused the flow. Now, my able apprentice, kneel between my legs as before, but; oh; do not enter my cunny with your cock."

"What am I to do then?"

"Use your tongue to lick my folds and my pearl."

To think of doing so was both fearful and exciting. I had witnessed the dogs on the estate doing the same, but had never given thought that people might do such a thing. Estelle seemed to want this, so I put my fears aside and knelt between her spread thighs.

The hair on her lips glistened with her wetness, and as I had already separated the strands that my fingers might enter her, her swollen lips were visible and a little open. A scent came to my nose as I lowered my face to those lips, a scent I had never smelt before and a scent that made my already stiffening cock twitch. Tentatively I touched those swollen lips with the tip of my tongue.

Estelle's juices were surprisingly pleasant to taste and I wasted no time in licking the length of her lips on the outside. She moaned and adjusted her position to open herself a little more.

"All around the outside and then between", she sighed.

It was with increasing pleasure I did as she asked. I found her outer lips to be very soft and a little puffy feeling. The slender lips hidden inside were even softer and rippled into folds. Both excited me greatly both for the wonderful texture as well as her musky and slightly tart taste.

As I lapped away, Estelle seemed to flow from time to time. I would feel a slight lifting of her hips, and if I let my tongue move down, I was rewarded by the taste of her fresh juices.

"My pearl now", she murmured between moans and gasps.

What I had seen as a small hidden button was now swollen stiff. At the first touch of my tongue, Estelle gasped and lifted her body into my face.

"Oh, yes; do not stop."

I did not stop, for by that time, I had realized if I continued, Estelle would reach her end. Making her do so would give me great pleasure, I thought, even though I could not sheath my cock in her tight cunny. I licked the stiff little button until Estelle was beginning to thrash about on my bed.

From my higher position now, I could look over the crinkled hairs on her mound and see Estelle's face. Her face was to the side and her mouth was open because she was panting. From time to time, she could close her mouth and then lick her lips, then resume her panting breaths. I thought the sight quite a beautiful one.

My tongue happened to slip from the turgid tip and instead stroked the side. Estelle moaned and her body tensed. Reasoning that several types of licking might be better for her than only the one, I began sliding my tongue on each side, then the top, and then back to the tip. Estelle began lifting her hips regularly, just as she had done when she reached her end before. A moment later I felt her hands on my head.

"Oh, Johnathan; I am nearly there. Suckle at my pearl and I shall reach that end."

Though her pearl was small, I was able to seal my lips around it, and I then began to suckle. The effect upon Estelle was quite remarkable. She began to rise slowly by arching her back, and I felt her entire body grow tense. A few moments later, she gasped and her body rose even more. A small cry followed this rise, and then I was forced to hold on to her hips because of the rapid rocking my efforts had caused. A louder cry slipped from her throat and she pressed my face tight into her cunny. I felt her pearl begin moving in and out, and suckled with more force to keep it between my lips.

Estelle suddenly cried out loudly, her cunny jerked up into my face several times, and I felt her thighs squeeze my head tightly. After one last lurch upwards, Estelle sighed and eased back down upon the bed and pulled me up over her body. As I lay there with her breasts pressed tightly to my chest, she kissed me.

So much did her lips move, it seemed as if she wished to join her lips to mine. I opened my mouth to allow this, and felt her small tongue slip in and touch mine.

I would suppose it to be more instinct than anything that made me attempt to thrust my stiff cock into her cunny. Estelle stopped kissing me and chuckled as she reached between us for my cock.

"My apprentice appears to need another stroking. On your knees over my pillows, Johnathan. I will remedy your desire."

What followed was much the same as my first experience with this new way of coupling without actually coupling. The strokes of her hand were just as arousing, and though she did not again take my cock into her mouth, I quickly reached my end.

As seed spewed in strong spurts from the tip, Estelle opened her mouth and attempted to direct the streams therein. She was successful at doing so with the third and fourth. The first spattered onto her breasts and the second painted her eyes and brow.

Estelle only chuckled and used a finger to capture the misguided streams and than transfer them to her mouth. She smiled at me.

"Such a flow so soon after the first is a pleasant surprise. I must rest now. We w