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Snowden Speaks — Mon, 14 Jul 2025 23:11:00 +0000

A Shy Jewish Teen’s Very First Time

By nutmegman - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my senior year.

I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn’t really expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18.

Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the phone throughout our teen years.

We would talk after school on most days. She was also dating my best friend. So I’d see her over at his house and at USY activities. Somehow, I was usually squished up next to her in car pools. She’d whisper something in my ear on those moments, and get me smiling, and I’d shush her so her boyfriend, Howie, didn’t catch on. She was just 5 foot & a cute girl with dark shoulder length hair, big eyes, really cute face and body; and huge boobs, really. I was actually more interested in her older sister who was a year older than me and was less curvy. Big boobs were okay, But I wasn’t obsessed with huge boobs, but Howie was. Howie was entranced by them. He spoke about those huge boobs all the time, more than the personality inside. And Carrie knew that, but she still stayed dating him.

And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to her tits & twat, and how she was going to be his first. Then, with Carrie talking to me at other times, she was telling me what Howie wanted to do to her, and how she wasn’t ready, and that he was pressuring her. Then she told me she went on the pill with her mother’s permission to be extra safe even though a condom was going to be used if & when Carrie did have sex.

Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing for about 2 months and was getting aggravated in his wait. Time was passing.

A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian teaching that all sex outside a marriage is clearly a serious sin, Jews are taught to make a reasonable effort to follow the religious law. Once a Jew believes he’s tried to do his best, he doesn’t feel shame for ‘falling short’, spiritually. He met his obligation.

A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told Carrie that I was going to have the house to myself from Friday afternoon through Sunday late afternoon on a September weekend. My parents were taking my sister to a friend’s home in Salem for the weekend and they were spending the weekend in Rockport. The house was mine to relax in. I only told Carrie. See, I wasn’t a partier, which my parents knew, so they weren’t worried about that. They also left me the other car as I had earned my driver’s license a few months prior.

Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone and she wanted to join me for the weekend. I said; “No because Howie would kill me”. But she concocted a plan with a girlfriend of hers who lived just a few streets away. Howie evidently thought she was having an ‘all girl weekend’. He figured he wouldn’t see her at synagogue, either.

Sabbath Night

Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks were gone, & before I knew what was going on, Carrie was ringing the doorbell with a backpack of clothes in her hand. I let her in and she grabbed me in a big hug. Okay, this was getting interesting. I was kind of shocked by the hug, but I gently hugged her back. Having her so close to me, gave me an instant erection that I hoped she did not detect. Her first words to me were; “I’m starving, what’s for dinner?”

I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting lawns and doing odd jobs and had money and always paid my own way. Carrie’s family was wealthy (by my standards) and she didn’t work other than the odd babysitting job, and had a nice allowance each week. While we were waiting for the pizza, I showed her my sister’s room and put her bag in it. We made sure she was not visible when the pizza came, as I knew the delivery person. She went up and changed into some flannel pj's and came back down. I had to admit, she looked good and snugly. She told me to go up and change into my pj’s, which I did.

The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was before cable TV (as we know it today) and we only had over-the-air TV.

We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the couch and much to my extreme surprise, Carrie came & sat right next to me. We started chatting, just like we always did on the phone, but in person. Talking about everything we always did. Only this time she told me how she; “took Howie’s ‘thing’ in her mouth and it exploded”. She gave me much more detail than I ever would have wanted, and was very thankful that it was dark in the livingroom so she could not see the stiff tent in my pj’s. Or so I hoped at least.

I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in front of Howie, just wearing her bra & shorts; and how she was touching and feeling him and how hard he was. How she stuck her tongue out and licked him as “his thing was drooling”. She said he tasted salty. I kept saying I really do not want to hear this. But she went on anyways. She really seemed to love talking about sex, & telling salacious lurid details.

She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and soft. I said they were probably always soft. She shushed me and kind of turned in to me and laid her hands on my thigh, leaning more onto me and was whispering in my ear. I could feel her hot breath near my ear and I felt like I was in an immovable trance. Frozen in place. Thinking back, if I hadn’t been so shy and scared, I probably would have attacked her, screwing her like crazy. But, I was frozen in place, just trying to breathe and glued to her every word.

So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how she got her lips nice and wet and placed them over the tip slowly. Moving her mouth up and down and using her tongue on the underside of his thing. At that point I remember laughing & saying, “Can’t you call it something else?”

She said; “What?” and I listed off a few suggestions. She chose ‘dick’. And then she started again saying she was slowly going up and down on his dick. Feeling every part of the underside on her tongue and feeling it get bigger. Carrie then said she was holding his balls in her other hand and they were getting tighter. She also said she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and she was tonging the top; and then it exploded.

At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was like a flag pole. I think that surprised her, as her eyes got really big, and she looked at me, her eyes lit up and she grinned. I was looking at her looking at me, not knowing what to say or do.

She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him out and he was spurting on her tits and bra until he finally stopped. She said he tasted salty again and got soft. She said she held him gently and licked and cleaned him off. I asked her how she knew what to do? She said; “My older sister had told me, and said she’d read it in a magazine”. Carrie then shifted even more against me and the back of her hand was pushing against the side of my dick. I was afraid to move. She had this horny smile on her face.

Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and removed her bra and started feeling up and playing with her tits. I now felt those same luscious tits pushing into my side. She said he was rough with her tits and hurt her a little bit. She said it took her out of the mood, even though Howie was hoping to screw her that day, she said ‘no’, and ended his fun right there.

I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already knew some of it, as Howie gave me the broad details. She knew that I knew, and I’m pretty sure she was enjoying the torture she was doing to me. She then leaned into me a bit more, pushing more against my hard dick and she whispered in my ear that she doesn’t want Howie to be her first.

This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more in to me and planted a small kiss on my lips. I was frozen in place but somehow breathing. That first kiss turned in to a 2nd and into a 3rd. By the time of the 3rd kiss, I was starting to kiss her back and she had this big smile on her face. She put her hand on my chest above my heart and asked why it was beating so fast. I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her, speechless; and she laughed.

She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner under her pussie, but she pushed her crotch down a bit. We kissed a few more times and I was getting the hang of it and enjoying it immensely. She knew she was now the first girl I had ever kissed.

I was overwhelmed by Carrie’s sweet and soft lips, the sweet smell of her hair and body. I commented how she smelled so nice. She liked that and wiggled her butt on me.

I was worried that I was going to explode right under her. She kissed me again, this time exploring with her tongue which met my tongue and we played like that for a while, and slowly she just laid against me and whispered in my ear how she liked this so much. That “this is the way it is supposed to be”. I think I agreed and I was loving every minute of it.

The late news came on so we decided to call it a night, shutting off the TV and going up to the bedrooms. I was looking forward to jerking off as soon as I got alone, probably a few times before I would be able to get to sleep (wondering if I even could sleep), while sexy Carrie slept in the next bedroom.

But it didn’t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my boxers and I crawled into bed. I was thinking about what had just happened, when Carrie softly walked in and asked if she could join me in my bed. I don’t think I got a word out before she lifted the covers and slid in next to me. I shifted over to give her more room, then I laid on my side, facing her. I put my arm out and she laid on it and slid in really close. I think she had changed out of her full pajama set & just put on a big t-shirt on and I wasn’t sure of what else (if anything).

She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and made little happy sounds. I laid there wide awake. I LOVED the feeling of her body on mine but I was wide awake and knew there was no possible way for me to sleep with her this close. But I didn’t care as she felt so nice! I have a sexy girl in my bed with me! To hell with sleep!

After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy, she thought we could stay in bed all weekend. I agreed. She then adjusted her body, rolling halfway onto me, leaned up and started kissing me again. I figured that with her beside me, she wouldn’t feel my boner. I was wrong. As she slid over, completely on top of me and straddled me, there was no way she didn’t feel me and I was wearing loose boxers which did nothing to restrain my predicament.

There was very little light in the room so I couldn’t see her. She must have been thinking the same thing, so she reached over and snapped up the shade which let in some moonlight. I said she looked very beautiful as I held her head in my hands. She bent down and kissed me again. Then she got this mischievous look on her face.

Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her head briefly on my chest. Then she slid further down and was licking my belly button (which I found to be extremely stimulating and a little ticklish). She then slid further down and rested her head at the top of my boxers with my dick barely below her chin. My legs were splayed as she was between them.

She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I was watching her with wide eyes, afraid to move. She gave my cock a little squeeze and I think I moaned. Carrie then hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pulled down my boxers, Sitting up she pushed my legs together until the boxers were completely off; and she tossed them off the bed. I was still laying there wide-eyed, afraid to move. She then pulled my legs apart and climbed back up me a little bit.

Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff ‘flagpole’. I was drooling pre-cum quite a bit. She then leaned down and took a bigger lick and looked up at me with a big smile on her face. I was still looking at her.

With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth and slowly licked me up and down. Oh My Gawd, it was indescribable. So soft and warm and wet. She came up and asked if I liked that; to which I shook my head, ‘yes’. She played with me and said she didn’t hear me? I squeaked out a yes. She asked if she should continue and I think I said; “Gawd yes, please”. So down she went and then up and down. Then she stopped and just very slowly and gently licked me and I groaned and moaned. She licked the tip and I groaned and then around the head, taking it into her mouth and licking gently and I groaned louder.

Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth when I was ready. She then licked the tip again and went down on me much further. I came.

It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I came and came. Finally, I think I stopped. I was sweating and panting. Carrie produced a towel from somewhere and wiped off her face whatever she had not swallowed. She came up and rested her head on my chest and told me that was very nice and that I tasted pretty good. She told me she was honored to be the first to give me a blow job. She then reached down to my now limp dick and laid her hand on it. I seemed to have recovered and started to grow again.

Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I said; “Sorry, I couldn’t help it”. She said she was honored and she slid back down the length of me again. I said wait, but she didn’t.

This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much more quickly. I was rock hard again. She then started using her tongue on me again, licking softly then a little more aggressively and I started moaning again. She was holding my balls and squeezing them a little bit. And going from bobbing up and down to gently licking me while watching my face and eyes. She must have felt something as she took much of me in to her mouth and I came again. It only felt like a little bit, but was enough. She swallowed. No towel needed this time.

Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her head on my chest and hand over my dick. It stayed down. She pulled the sheets up over us. Had my arm around her, and I think I passed out.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn’t sure where I was or who was with me. I very quickly remembered and lay on my left side with my arm on Carrie’s butt. She was on her stomach.

I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had bunched up near her shoulders. I stroked down her leg up her thighs which were very soft onto her butt and then her back. Slowly and quietly a gradual moan came from her. So I continued, but more caressing now. I was amazed at how soft her thighs were and she spread her legs, giving me access the insides of her thighs which were even softer. My boner had returned and I ignored it, paying attention to Carrie.

Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched her. She was damp. So I included that area in my touching and her moans let me know when I was doing something right. Eventually, as I explored more, Carrie started moaning and moving more and urging me on until she arched her back and let out a big moan and then slumped down and told me to stop. I waited to say anything and she snuggled in next to me and kissed me tenderly and said that was VERY nice, but could we go to sleep now? Sheepishly I said yes and we curled up against one another and fell asleep again.

Sabbath Morning.

I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time it was. Carrie was watching me with a smile on her face. I asked what time it was and she said a little after 11 am. We slept through synagogue. I suddenly realized I was quite hungry and asked if she was and she was.

I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I decided that I wanted to shower and Carrie said; “Hey, that’s a good idea”. I said she could go first and she said; “Uh uh.”

“Why not?” I asked; and she said; “Together”, to which I think I blushed and she laughed.

Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we both seemed to love how tender we were, at least at the start. Then we soaped up and started touching each other all over, washing and touching and looking at each other. When she washed my dick last and I was hard, she just looked up at me with raised eyebrows to which I shrugged.

I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her boobs. She knows I’m not a big boob guy but she said she liked the attention I gave hers. We dried off and decided to stay in pj's all day and watch TV.

My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check on me. When Carrie figured out who I was talking to, she started playing with my dick. No fair as I couldn’t acknowledge her and it made talking to my parents difficult (which she found extremely amusing). My parents told me they were staying thru dinner on Sunday and would probably be home around 8pm.

When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the biggest smile. I asked if she needed to call her parents and she said she would check in with them around dinner time. This was before caller ID, so calling from my phone was safe from being discovered by her parents.

We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I made burgers on the grill that night and we ended up back on the couch afterwards, watching TV again.

Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off her bottoms, giving me the treat of admiring her ass & pussie. Seeing her legs and thighs gave me another hard on, which was probably her idea. She asked if there was anything special I’d like to do and I asked her if she could teach me how to eat her pussie. She said; “I’ve never eaten pussie myself, but I could guide you to make me feel good, maybe even set off an orgasm? Would you like to give me an orgasm”. I told her that would be perfect. And she mentioned I was losing more of my shyness with her.

She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and me on the floor between them on my knees. But I decided this was a good opportunity to examine every square inch of her body starting at her toes.

I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom and between her toes and the toes themselves. At first she was puzzled; “What are you doing?” which quickly became; “Wow, that feels so good, don’t stop”. I decided to see what licking the toes and bottom of the foot did for her and she squirmed a bit and said it made her feel horny. I asked how horny and she just looked at me and pointed to her pussie. Smiling I went back to work on her other foot and enjoyed that she was squirming a bit.

Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her knee which she said tickled. Then I moved to those soft and creamy thighs. At first I tickled her and then licked and nibbled, slowly getting closer to her pussie, but ignoring it for now. She said; “You’re making me so hot! Please dive in.” But I didn’t. I spent more time on each thigh, slowly getting closer to the treasure.

Finally I got to her pussie. At first I sniffed and found the smell interesting. She didn’t have much hair and apologized for that saying it seemed to grow very slowly down there. I had no problem with that.

Tentatively at first I licked along the edge of the thighs to the edge of her pussie lips. I took her lips between my fingers and gently opened them. Massaging gently then licking the outside and then inside, slowly at fir

Prude Wife Becomes Celebrated Nude Model

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 13 Jul 2025 16:16:00 +0000

Her suppressed seductive countenance finally melds with her stunning body.

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns).

But here she stands in Wendy Proctor’s front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend.

Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana’s face.

“Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.”

“Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses.

“Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn’t listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated.

“This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed.

"I know, and I’m not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.”

“I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he’s just proud of you.”

“I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?”

“You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled.

“I’m not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?”

“I could, but what’s Luke going to say?”

“I’ll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana’s cheeks and moving down her neck.

Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one.

"Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?”

“It is pretty stunning, isn’t it?”

"It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.”

“That’s part of the problem,” Dana said.

“And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled

"Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face.

"So, with this one, you wouldn’t be wearing a bra.”

Dana rolled her eyes.

“And probably little thong panties as well.”

“Don’t even think that,” Dana gasped.

“Well, take your bra off, and let’s see how it looks.”

“Wendy, I can’t do that. People will know I’m not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought.

Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you’re showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.”

“It’s for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly.

“It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.”

“Wendy, I don’t know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony.

"Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you’ll have talked yourself into it by then. What’s the red one for?”

“There’s a fancy dinner for Luke’s company in about two months. Ugh.”

“We’ll work on it, and I’ve got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here’s what I’ve come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I’m also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I’ve kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that’s where I’m beginning with you.”

Dana looked puzzled,

“Come with me. We’ve turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty.

"Wow, you’ve been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning.

“Here’s the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel.

Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting.

“That’s your Max,” she said quietly.

“Sure is, and I’m really proud of it.”

“Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her.

“You mean because he’s naked? He doesn’t mind. He’s proud of my artwork.”

Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn’t believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?”

“That’s all there was to it.”

“So why are you showing it to me?”

Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.”

The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face.

“You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?”

“Not at all. I can’t think of anyone who’d look more beautiful in a painting like that.”

Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn’t imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was …

“You’d just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We’re big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.”

“I’m supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered,

“That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn’t modify.”

That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy.

“So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?”

“I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you’ve always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you’ll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing.

Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn’t hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip.

“When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, and I still may back out.”

“Don’t say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you’ll surprise him when you wear those dresses.”

Dana wasn’t at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke’s co-workers. Maybe, but she’d have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she’d looked in the mirror. Yep, she’d have to see.

“Let’s start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling.

Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She’d find out tomorrow.

Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy’s with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn’t feel that way.

As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered.

"Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.”

“Well, listen, I’ve seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.”

Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed.

No comment from Wendy.

Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes.

“I’ve told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face.

"Wendy, it’s not..”

“ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let’s talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you’d like.”

She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right.

“I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?”

Dana wasn’t sure how it sounded; she’d never posed before and had no idea.

“Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she’d described.

Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts.

Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she’d remember.

“I’d like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We’ll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana’s clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?”

Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on.

They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio.

There was a loud scream.

“Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it’s just Dana.”

“Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking.

“I got to work and didn’t have my wallet. You know where I left it?”

“On the little desk in the family room, I think.”

“Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn’t really sorry. He went back into the main house.

"You made his day, you know. He thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.”

“Wendy, no way.”

“Way,” Wendy replied, laughing.

“I’m sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he’ll tell me about it this evening.”

She’d heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he’d say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she’d always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind?

“You ready to pose again?”

“I think so.”

“Well, you’re going to have to move your arm and your hand.”

It was complete and ready for Luke’s birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic.

In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course.

“By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one’s missing.

Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked?

"Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana’s face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?”

“Nothing, except you’re way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke’s dinner party.”

Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she’d wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke’s reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she’d had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous.

“After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.”

Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She’d bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she’d done with Dana.

“Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet’s painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.”

“And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked.

“And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.”

“Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I’m supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?”

“It’ll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We’ll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.”

“It’s still naked posing with men.”

She’d nearly had heart failure the first time she’d pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she’d done it. Could she do more?

Luke’s birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several.

She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper.

“Guess what this is?” she teased.

Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her.

“Dana?” was all he could say.

“Do you like it?”

He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it’s a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it?

Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture.

"Wendy did it.”

“Wendy? I didn’t know she painted.”

“Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband”

“Max?”

Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word.

“Yes, and they’re both naked. And yes, now I’ve seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn’t going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.”

“She does?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, giggling.

“I’d rather see the one she did of herself.”

“I’m sure she’ll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.”

“Dana, I can’t believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.”

“She said I owed her for all the sewing she’s done for me.”

While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine.

“So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door.

“Well, if you’re willing to show, I’m willing to look.”

“On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.”

“Sure. I’m willing to show if you’re willing to paint.”

They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same.

When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing.

He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide.

“You’re wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face.

She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her.

“Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded.

“Unless you insist I wear one.”

He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought.

“Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she’d treasure.

"That painting has changed you.”

“A work in process.”

“Can’t wait for the conclusion.”

“Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell.

At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case.

The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair

An Unexpected Match: Part 2

Piper's Posts — Sat, 12 Jul 2025 16:23:00 +0000

Taking It To The Bedroom

By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him.

He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun.

Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks.

But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin's sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come.

Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it?

And hesitant because he honestly didn't know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn't know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori's warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh.

"So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?" Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg.

"Sure.." Martin stuttered. "But it might take me a while to recover..."

His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him.

Lori giggled. "Don't worry - it will be 'new balls' in no time at all."

Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease.

"Shall we go to the bedroom? There's more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options." Lori grinned.

"Sure. Let's do it." Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn't let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time.

Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori's house had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori's personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge.

Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude.

"Ok, I have an idea." Lori smiled. "You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I'm feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So....why don't you pretend you're that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and join me?

Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through his previously dormant cock. It didn't take long before the confirmation came.

Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart, displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to her current excited state.

Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin stared in awe at the scene before him.

Lori's eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin's face as he gazed, transfixed at this vision of seeming innocence and wantonness combined. In over a quarter of a century he had never seen his wife like this, yet he was fulfilling his fantasy with Lori in less than an hour in her home.

He felt his cock begin to stir back to life.

The sensations emanating from Lori's pussy and spreading throughout her body were already clearly getting the better of her. Her mouth was now opened wide and groans were sounding from the back of her throat as the vibrator did its work. Lori's eyes however, remained firmly fixed on Martin, his own mouth open in awe of the sight before him. Every so often they would move from Martin's eyes and drop down to his groin where his cock was now extending and stiffening by the second. This sight clearly was contributing to her growing excitement.

Suddenly, and without warning Lori yanked back the thin material of her panties, revealing her swollen and glistening crimson pussy lips. As she did so she plunged the purple wand into her soft folds of flesh, her lips parting and enveloping the toy which Martin also noticed had increased in its frequency and intensity. He also noticed Lori's slick wetness begin to drip down the vibrator as she urgently thrust it deep into her flesh cunt.

The sight of all of this was overwhelming for Martin. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest but more than that his attention was drawn to his now fully swollen cock. It had been resurrected and now stood to attention against his stomach like a soldier ready for duty.

He was torn. Part of him wanted to continue to watch this incredibly sexual woman bring herself to a climax with her device. But the urge to join her and feel his own flesh merge with hers was even greater. He moved his body the short distance across to her and grabbed the waistband of her tennis skirt, pulling it over her legs as she cooperatively raised her ass to allow it to come down. The built in panties came off with it, leaving Lori laying naked on her bed, her legs parted and the vibrator still pulsating inside her.

Martin grabbed Lori's right hand gently moving the toy out of her pussy lips, noticing the slick squelch of liquid pleasure and suction as she did so. But he wasn't intending to leave her unattended for long. His hands reached round and grabbed Lori's firm ass cheeks pulling them up towards him as his face sunk deep into her groin. The scent of her sex was immediately intoxicating to him, the musky odour overpowering and stimulating him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven.

Martin's mouth moved toward the soft flesh of Lori's pussy. His tongue tasted her delicious juices which were flowing out of her incredibly liberally, at least as far as Martin's limited experience had taught him. He lapped the sweet liquid up and then his tongue moved up to the hard button at the top of Lori's lips which he knew was the wellspring of her pleasure.

As his tongue began to flick over her clit Martin heard Lori groan loudly and then exclaim 'Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! That's so good.' He felt her hips press into his face as she urgently desired her pleasure to increase. Martin increased the pace of his tongue flicking over her clit, alternating it every so often with a gentle sucking on her protruding nub.

Lori had already been well on the way to her orgasm and the attention being given to her body by Martin was now beginning to tip her over the edge. Her cries were increasingly without any abandon and Martin was certain could surely be heard from outside through her slightly open bedroom windows.

Lori didn't care. She screamed, moaned and writhed with pleasure.

"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Lick my clit. Drink my cunt juice. Make me come Martin. Make me come."

Martin's whole body was shaking with excitement as his tongue raced across Lori's clit faster than he ever thought it could. His cock was pressing against the bed as he lay on it and he found that he was thrusting his groin into the mattress as he ate Lori out so that bolts of pleasure would shoot through his own body.

"Yes, oh yes" Lori gasped. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Martin felt her body tense and stiffen for a second, and then as the tsunami of pleasure overtook her he felt her thighs clasp momentarily around his head. For a second he couldn't breathe, but at that moment he really didn't care.

Then as her flesh released its hold on him he was shocked to feel a warm jet of liquid spurt into his mouth. Instinctively he pulled away and a second later felt another burst splash against his face and eyes. And then a third which spattered on his cheek and began to drip down to his chin.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Shit." Lori cried as her spasms of pleasure began to subside.

Martin grunted and laughed at the same time, pulling his face away from the liquid which was now spattered in a rainbow arc, soaking the part of the bed on which Lori was laying. He looked up into her eyes which conveyed a mixture of raw passion, shock and a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh fuck Martin. I'm so sorry. I don't usually do that. I would have warned you. Are you ok?"

Martin looked at her and grinned. "Oh I'm more than OK Lori. That was so hot - you will never know!"

He moved toward her and kissed her, his face still covered in her sticky juices. Her mouth parted and they kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, each tasting the sweet liquid which had just flowed from Lori's cunt.

Martin's senses were stimulated to overload as endorphins coursed through his body. His anxiety and any lingering shyness had dissipated and had been replaced by an overwhelming urge to fuck this wanton creature who lay in an increasingly disheveled state before him.

Lori observed the transformation in his demeanour and the lust in his eyes and instinctively reached for him.

"Are you going to fuck me now Martin? Are you finally going to stick your hard cock in me and fuck me until I come again?" she urged.

"Yes, I fucking well am," growled Martin, surprised by his new found confident aggression.

"Well come on then. I need you in me now. I need your cock filling my cunt. I need you deep inside me pounding me until you come into me."

Martin needed no more encouragement. Taking Lori's shapely legs with his hands he lifted them up off the bed and threw them across his sinewy shoulders. Lori's body moved toward him and her pussy lips spread and glistened invitingly as Martin's cock drew towards it.

A second later his cock was at her warm entrance but this was no time for teasing or hesitation. With a guttural moan Martin pushed his cock deep into the warm folds of flesh, revelling in the exquisite sensation engulfing it as he slid deeper and deeper into Lori's pussy.

Lori groaned loudly as she felt Martin's thick cock pierce her and drive down deep into her willing body. As the tip of Martin's cock pressed against her cervix Lori felt as full as she had ever experienced. The angle of her legs and pussy meant that Martin's long hard member was going as deep as it could.

Then in an instant she felt it withdraw and then plunge down once again as Martin's wild abandon took hold.

Martin was like a man possessed. His only thought was to consume Lori with his rapture. His arms tensed against the bed, supporting his weight. His face loomed over Lori's and he looked into her startled yet lustful eyes and wide open mouth as he thrust again and again into her warm wet body. Despite the fact that he had already come less than an hour ago he was already sensing his orgasm building in his tight balls as they slapped rhythmically against Lori's firm ass.

"Oooh yes, that's right", Lori squealed. "Fuck me deep. Split me in two with your hard cock. It feels so fucking good Martin. So fucking good. I want you to make me come again. I want to you to feel me come around your hard...fucking...cock"

Lori's dirty talk was exciting Martin even more and he felt tingling sensation in his balls quickly spreading up from the base of his shaft with each thrust he made. He knew that at this pace he wouldn't last long. Part of him wanted to give in to this abandon and shoot his come right into her, but another part was still able to persuade him to prolong the impending ecstasy. He knew he wanted more of Lori's ass. That ass that had so transfixed him on the tennis court.

Martin drew his cock back one more time from Lori's pussy but this time he withdrew it completely. Lori gasped, partly in disappointment at the sudden emptiness she felt, but partly in pleasure as the tip of Martin's cock flicked up against her swollen clit as it pulled out of her.

"Get on your knees," Martin urged. "I want to fuck you like a dog."

Martin couldn't quite believe these words were coming from his mouth. He had never spoken like this before in his life. Who was this wanton woman before him who had the power to transform and transport him to such baseness. But then he didn't really care. He was revelling in it. And he could see Lori was completely taken over by it too. Their animalistic urges had taken over and in that context his command was completely appropriate. And they both knew it.

"Oooh - taking control now are we?" Lori gasped. "Well Ok - whatever you want. I'm all yours."

Lori pulled her body up and swung around so that she was on her knees with her hands stretched out toward the head of the bed. Her round ass loomed toward Martin and as her ass cheeks parted slightly he got his first glimpse of her dark anus nestling between them. For a moment Martin had a strong urge to part her cheeks further and penetrate Lori's secret place - the intensity of the desire shocked him as he had never even considered it before with Jenny.

But, realizing that Lori would not be expecting such an intrusion and desperate to continue his journey toward his orgasm, he instead guided his cock back into Lori's warm and increasingly wet pussy.

Lori groaned as he once again pressed deep into her - her juices flowing freely as Martin's cock passed through her.

As Martin began to once again thrust ever more quickly into her he reached his right hand around her slim waist and moved it down until he felt her hard clit dripping with excitement.

The air was now filled with noises of their increasingly uncontrolled passion. The slapping of Martin's body and balls against Lori's ass. The squelching of her juices as his fingers rubbed her hard clit. The high pitched squeals emitting from Lori's mouth as she felt her orgasm suddenly begin to build in her at Martin's ministrations. The rhythmical grunts from Martin as his own orgasm quickly approached once more.

"Oh fuck Martin. That's so good. I'm going to come again. You're going to make me come again," Lori gasped

"I'm going to come too," Martin responded. "I can feel it. I'm going to come deep into you".

"Yes. Come in my cunt. Shoot your fucking load right into my wet cunt Martin. I want to feel it"

That was it. Lori's foul mouthed exhortations tipped Martin over the edge. He knew he was at the point of no return. These last thrusts were going to be the deepest yet - he felt he wanted to split her frail body in two.

"Yes. Yes. I'm going to fucking come in your cunt Lori. I'm coming. Oh...I'm coming. Fuuuck"

Martin's body began to convulse as he felt the first and most powerful wave begin to wrack his body and he could no longer speak - only emit deep grunts from the back of his throat. Each thrust sent a new rainbow of sensations through his body, radiating out from his cock as he shot his come deep into Lori's cunt. Three, four, five, six times...

And as the strength of each ejaculation began to subside he became more aware of Lori's ascent to her own pleasure and her own verbal ejaculations.

"Oh my fucking life. Keep rubbing my clit Martin. I'm going to come too. Fuck me Martin. I'm coming. I'm coming with you."

Martin felt Lori's pussy suddenly contract around his cock. And then again. And again. Her ass pressed urgently against him as each spasm shook her body. And with each one a high pitched squeal came from her open mouth.

Martin's own orgasm had subsided now but it seemed like Lori's was continuing on as strong as ever. Her ass kept on thrusting back toward him for what seemed like 15 or 20 seconds as her pleasure continued.

Finally Lori slumped forward onto the bed, her arms splayed out. Martin felt his cock slowly slipping out of her with the movement, her slick juices combined with his come and the slow softening of his cock resulted in it slithering out, tracking down her left thigh leaving a glistening trail down her leg.

Martin moved over and lay down beside Lori, both of them exhausted by their exertions, their breathing still deep and pronounced. Martin gazed into Lori's sparkling and satiated eyes, he himself feeling a satisfaction that he couldn't quite remember experiencing in such a way before. It wasn't the same comfortable ease and security he had felt after making love with Jenny. Instead he felt his heart pounding loudly in the aftermath of the new, unrefined sexual side of him that had emerged.

Lori grinned at him as he stared at her.

"Well mister. I don't know what I was expecting would happen today but I certainly wasn't expecting that from you! You are full of surprises"

"So are you," retorted Martin. "I always thought of you as very ordered, proper and controlled. But a different side of you came out today."

"Mmm," Lori beamed. "I'm full of surprises! But now I'm wondering what else is in you that's going to 'come out.' I can't wait to find out."

"Neither can I," mused Martin, his mind flitting back to the image of Lori's anus which had been so tantalizing to him. Would he dare to mention it to Lori? Could it ever happen? After this evening he was prepared to believe that anything was possible.

As though she was reading his mind Lori reflected, "You do seem to like my ass. You were keen to get me on my knees weren't you".

"Haha," Martin chuckled, "I liked it more than you know,"

Lori's eyebrows raised. "Oh really? Well...that's got me wondering hasn't it?

And it's got me thinking...I can't wait until our next match."

Later, as Martin drove home from Lori's house, his mind was doing somersaults as he tried to process what had just happened. He had witnessed the transformation of the pristinely presented, confident and controlled tennis player into a foul mouthed, filthy minded whore. And he had loved every minute of it. Lascivious scenes flashed back into his consciousness, almost causing him to lose control of his vehicle as he drove back home.

During the following days those flashbacks continued to pop up both at inopportune and opportune moments causing his cock to stir and swell at the recollection. They provided more masturbation fodder than any amount of erotica or porn had ever afforded Martin in the years since his wife's passing. It was as though he had been rejuvenated sexually.

He found himself reliving scenarios he had found himself in during his early 20's when he would seek out any opportunity to orgasm whether that meant finding a private space or even risking being caught in semi-public.

During the

An Unexpected Match: Part 1

Piper's Posts — Fri, 11 Jul 2025 16:23:00 +0000

A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play.

By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

New Year’s resolutions weren’t usually Martin’s thing.

He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.

2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.

At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously.

But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.

At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn’t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him.

Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.

Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.

Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.

When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out.

The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too.

The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point.

By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going.

As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too.

King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.

Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.

Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was.

But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points.

Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else.

He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease.

But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud.

Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn’t what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.

But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn’t Lori’s breasts which grabbed Martin’s attention on the 5th week of class.

Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again.

Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori’s ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure.

They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin’s eyes were drawn to Lori’s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him.

Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin’s heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

As the class went on Dan couldn’t shake the image of Lori’s ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60’s, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.

Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn’t on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere.

Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn’t uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point.

But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.

Martin hadn’t paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori’s shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too.

Each vocal utterance took Martin’s mind to Lori’s bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.

“What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I’m thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.

Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.

“Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?”

The voice pierced Martin’s thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.

Martin’s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking.

“Erm, sure. What day?”

“How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?”

“It’s a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening.

Lori flashed her smile and giggled.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.”

And with that she turned toward her vehicle.

“See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away.

Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.

In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him.

But his mind was racing away from him.

What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?”

Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes?

Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori’s seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.

As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori’s toned body, Martin’s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.

Yet Martin’s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another.

Surely he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn’t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.

By the time he was half way home Martin’s cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.

And still he played out the scene in his mind.

He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.

He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.

He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased.

And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.

Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn’t remember any of his journey.

His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.

Martin’s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.

As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin’s foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey.

Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.

His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.

He needed to come.

Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that.

He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori’s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him.

He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.

He needed to come.

He wanted to come.

He was going to come.

It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations.

The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release.

Martin’s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.

But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break.

He was coming.

Martin’s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge.

Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.

Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.

Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower.

Thursday couldn’t come quick enough.

As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game.

When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.

She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.

Lori’s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap.

As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile.

“Hey old man! I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been as much fun playing with myself.”

Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded?

Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She’s probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.

His musings were broken into by Lori’s perky voice…

“Come on - let’s play!”

She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt.

Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation.

Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.

By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori’s request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score.

At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?”

Martin quickly replied “Yes, I’ve got two here in my shorts. Can’t you tell?”

He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was.

The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match.

Lori’s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close.

“Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags.

“Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I’d love to play with you again soon.”

“I’d like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls.

“Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.”

“Sure - I’d like that. But don’t you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?”

Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations.

Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!”

Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori’s sudden candour.

Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn’t in the privacy of his car now.

Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood.

“Ok, well er, let’s have a drink then. Where do you want to go?”

Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind.

“To be honest, I’m not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused.

Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“

"Sure…I’d love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago.

“Great. Well just follow me. Won’t take long.”

As Martin followed Lori’s white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement.

He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.

He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn’t shake the thought that there could be more.

It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability.

But this was altogether something new.

Martin’s hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation.

Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house.

In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside.

Martin immediately noticed that Lori’s home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures.

It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be.

Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out.

“Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.”

Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet.

Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch.

Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults.

Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body.

“Come on old man - relax. You look like you’re afraid I’m about to eat you!”

Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It’s so long since I’ve done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I

River Fantasy

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:31:00 +0000

River Fantasy

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting.

by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose.

No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kettle drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.

I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach.

But I wasn’t going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard.

I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation.

Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure.

“Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me.

“Tony, right?” I responded with a smile.

“Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face.

My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn’t go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn’t stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn’t make it to university.

I wasn’t annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn’t tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood.

His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest.

I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn’t seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time.

There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me.

He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn’t assume he was planning to do anything about it right now.

“You here to see Mama?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you.”

“I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words.

“Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring.

“Well, it’s good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate.

He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents.

“I’ll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope.

He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move.

“You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.”

He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over.

“Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?”

“Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don’t worry though, I’ll get you some of Papa’s clothes. He doesn’t need them anymore.”

I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge.

We talked for a bit, catching up on each other’s life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing.

“Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.”

I didn’t go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about.

“Scale up needs money and time, and that’s time I have to put in my regular job.”

“Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?”

“What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river.

“Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn’t walk properly…”

“Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don’t even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.”

“Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face.

“You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly.

He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope.

“That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I’m sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.”

I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn’t mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing.

“You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him.

“Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself.

It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn’t bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet.

“What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said.

“Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.”

I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It’s amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type.

He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants.

He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts.

it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest.

It was strange. He wasn’t really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man.

“So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally.

“All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.”

“I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now

“And I can’t forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn’t see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress.

"Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren’t wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.”

He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me.

“It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that’s what has you running over here to see me?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you”

“And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.”

I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all.

“I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it’s like to stroke your pussy the way you did.”

The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face.

He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth.

His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks.

“You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart’s content.

“I like it, don’t stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly.

“No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view.

He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips.

“You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.”

He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation.

“Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa’s pants.

“Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.”

I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine.

I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed.

He didn’t say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out.

“What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, a

My Date With ‘Miss Big Kahuna’

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 08 Jul 2025 17:18:53 +0000

My Date With ‘Miss Big Kahuna’

Teen genius lures Sarah Stevens to the water park.

Based on a post by edstevens94301. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Westville High - The Water Park

My name is Doug Waldorf, and I'm an Evil genius.

Not seriously, I'm an evil genius. My IQ was tested at 195, that's the genius part. And I'm definitely evil. I'm the son of Huey Waldorf, whom you probably haven't ever heard of. Other people call him "Roach Man." Sound familiar?

Mom and dad divorced last May. Prior to that I occasionally heard some explicit arguments about dad’s unsuccessful sex acts. Seems dad has a healthy interest in many and frequent sexual expressions that mom has no interest in, whatsoever.

No only does she not want to experiment in anal stuff; She calls it sodomy and preaches condemnation on him for even begging her for it. Mom’s hardly religious, but she is very full of herself and obsessed with her social image.

The best ones I overheard were the negotiations for blowjobs. Damn, my dad was desperate. The stuff he tried to trade for coming in her mouth! But never would she ever deep throat him; and hell no; she ain’t swallowing that nasty snot for nothing!

She didn’t respect him, either. I guess I couldn’t blame him for giving up on her. And at least he should more class than Danny’s dad, down the street from us. See, Danny’s dad got caught screwing the hot babysitter. The whole neighborhood knows about that stuff.

No, my dad gave up a lot just to walk away as quickly as he could.

My only demand was that he take me with him.

After my parent’s divorce, Dad and I moved so he could take a job opportunity. I found myself walking the halls of my new school, Westville High.

As I walked around the brick-lined halls, I noticed that the whole place was full of bimbos and sluts.

There's Tina. She's a redheaded little minx who's fucked and sucked almost every male in this school. She's wearing an all-white tennis outfit, and you can see that her tits are just crammed into that little tank top. Shit, her skirt just flipped up, is she wearing any underwear?

There's Nurse Brown. That nurse's uniform can't be regulation. It's impossibly tight on her curvy body. The front buttons on her uniform are undone all the way to her stomach, and I can see her black lace bra encasing her pillowy tits. What do they put in the water around here, anyway?

There's Principal Schwartz. She's a buxom blonde wench who dresses like a slutty secretary. Today, she's wearing a pencil skirt which is damn tight on her ass, and slit almost all the way up her thigh. She's wearing a loose blouse. Wow, she's got huge fucking tits! I kind of like the evil scowl she's got on her face, too.

I'll fuck them later, I told myself. For now, I'm hunting bigger game. Where is Sarah Stevens?

I was particularly interested in Sarah Stevens, the slutty high school teacher who had been the subject of multiple stories. In one particularly hot one, she got roped into a drama production, and got into all kinds of sexual hi-jinx with the juvenile boys running the show. I particularly wanted to see the video of the show, where one boy stripped her out of a tight corset and fucked her from behind right there on the stage.

Ahead of me, I finally saw her. That has to be Miss Stevens, I thought, standing among a crowd of guys. They were all yelling shit at her, trying to get her to pay attention to them. She had a small smile and her face. She looks pleased with all the attention, I thought.

Holy shit! I stared at her apparel. Is that really what she's wearing around school?

Ms. Stevens looked to be in her mid-twenties. She's about the same height as I am: 5' 8". Her platinum blond hair was curled in little waves which fell below her shoulders. She's wearing a sports tank top which clings to her ample tits. Her athletic, toned waist and large curvy tits were clearly highlighted by the stretchy material. She's wearing exercise shorts as well, which had a white tie around her waist. Look at that ass! It looked like I could balance a book on that thing!

Damn. She's hotter than I thought, and probably just as slutty as all the stories say. To fuck her, I just have to figure out a way to get her alone, and it looks like all the other guys in this school have the exact same idea.

I quickly put my plan into action. I filled out a few forms, and, presto, I am the new president of the "Water Park Club." Naturally, our noble purpose is a dedication to the enjoyment of "Water Parks".

Every club at Westville has to have at least three members. I quickly bribed two obtuse classmates in my Spanish class, Marie and Greg. These two underage kids just want access to money and cigarettes, so it's easy for me to use my ID (I'm eighteen) and a little bit of evil cash to get them to sign up.

Now, with the Water Park Club officially formed, I had to look for a chaperone.

I asked Miss Stevens, of course. During our lunch break, there's a line of guys loitering outside her door, all hoping to get lucky and convince her to "relieve their aching erections."

Since no one was actually talking to her, I walked right up and explained to her about my club.

"The Water Park Club," she said, "What's that about?"

Weekend Samplers: Part 4.

Sampling more participants, in various ways.

Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"What makes a lover capable?" I asked Vera. “Does he need to be hung like a horse?”

"Of course not," Vera answered. "If Walter was the only man I made love to for the last 30 years, I wouldn't be able to walk today."

I remembered what that girl from the lodge looked like. She was probably five and half feet tall, 100 pounds wet, with wavy red hair and freckles, and pretty blue eyes. She probably wasn't a day over 18. What I thought was her boyfriend could have been her brother.

Vera continued; "Well, this poor girl didn't know what she was doing, other than the basic understanding that the cock was to go in the mouth. I gently pulled her aside and did my best to teach her. Of course, Walter was the perfect gentleman and told me when he was about to cum. I asked the poor girl if she wanted to try swallowing again, assuring her that it was perfectly alright, and she attempted it again."

"And how did it go the second time around?" Angie asked.

"Oh, the same as the first,” Vera rolled her eyes. "The poor thing practically threw up. She asked me if swallowing got any easier, and I told her that the more she swallowed, the easier it would get. Then she wanted to know if his cock was supposed to get any harder, and I made the mistake of saying that it was; but it took a lot of effort.”

Vera continued; “Well, that's all I had to say. You'd think she was trying out for the cheerleader squad, the way she was giving it her all. She even slipped out of her bikini, not that it was leaving much to the imagination anyway. She shyly walked around on the boat, showing off her slender, young body. That gave Walter a rise, and I thought I was going to get my birthday fuck early, but he never grew more than three quarters erect."

"Does it still work, even if it's not fully erect?" Angie asked inquisitively.

"Oh yes, sweetheart,” Vera said. "But it's nowhere near as much fun as when he's good and hard. Twenty years ago you could sit on his Dutch cock and he could wrap his arms around your waist and walk around with you on him like some sort of cock puppet." Angie was stroking her crotch through her bikini bottoms and starting to breath heavier.

Vera went on. "That's right; twenty years ago, you weren't even born. Sorry. Yes, his meat still feels good, but it's more like making love to an uncooked pork tenderloin than a Louisville Slugger."

"So what happened with the girl?" I asked with a bulge in my pants.

"She kept blowing him, and again, he came in her mouth. She was very cute, even with cum on her face and in her hair. She hadn't started trimming her cunt yet, not that there was much hair down there to trim. I sat next to her, helping her suck and stroke Walter's thick cock. I didn't want her to get bored. The poor thing had been on her hands and knees sucking and stroking for over an hour. I decided to spice things up a bit and ran my fingers up and down her legs, eventually stopping at her cunt. She was startled when I put my fingers inside her. I had to tell her to relax, that it would help things. Even after she relaxed, I could barely get two fingers in her sopping wet cunt. I figured she must have been a virgin, or not far from it, and decided Walter would tear the poor thing apart if he tried to make love to her, even flaccid.

I convinced her to lie on her back for a few minutes while I showed her a few other "tricks". I put two fingers back inside her and rubbed her G-spot as I nibbled at her clit. Within 2 minutes, she moaned and shook like she was having an epileptic seizure. It must have been her first orgasm provided by another person. I was honored."

"Wow, it sounds like you had fun." I said.

"Well, it looked like things were going to get even better when she offered to go down on me." Vera said. "I sat across from Walter next to the captain's chair and spread my legs for her. She was amazed to see so much of my cunt hair missing from my crotch and asked how I did that. I explained that I shaved it to make it more appealing. She asked if I would shave her, and I told her to wait until she had more hair to shave. She finally knelt between my legs, pulled her hair to one side, and put her mouth on my clit.

Just then, there was a call from the shore. Her brother or boyfriend was looking for her. She quickly put on her bikini and quietly stepped into the water. She swam away from the boat and gave a little wave as Walter pulled up his pants. Poor girl, reminded me of Angie, here," Vera concluded.

"Oh, fuck," Angie gasped as she realized we all saw her, as she brought herself to orgasm right there on the couch between Vera and me.

Sarah walked into the living room and paused momentarily to catch a glimpse of Walter's flopping huge cock as he pulled on pajama bottoms. Her eyebrows were raised as she looked at Vera; "And you can still walk?"

We continued to listen to Vera’s stories a few more minutes, then Ken called us from the kitchen; "Dinner's ready!" Ken had said it would be about 30 minutes before the food would be ready, and he was right on time.

The dining room was designed to be comfortable, even with your clothes off, and Vera and Walter took full advantage of that feature. Even Angie decided to take off her top while we ate. Sarah suddenly became tired halfway through the meal, and I helped her to the large sofa in the living room.

A Time-Lapse Narrative.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up next to her. I must have been asleep for a long while. I had drooled on my arm, which felt like it was still asleep.

A bright morning sunlight was flooding the room. I’d gotten very little sleep in the previous night and My body obviously gave out. There was a fan on somewhere in the room, and after my eyes had some time to adjust, I found it and turned it off.

Lying on the bed next to me, Sarah was still asleep. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a dark red. I didn't remember them being painted while we had dinner.

Weekend Samplers: Part 3.

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 06 Jul 2025 23:04:00 +0000

Weekend Samplers: Part 3.

A Trip to Walter & Vera’s Lake house.

Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Ken and I tightened the moorings on the boat and decided the worst of the weather was over. We headed to the marina to find out the weather forecast, and it looked like it was going to rain the rest of the night, and into the morning. No campfire tonight.

We grabbed a few six-packs and decided to check out the campground lodge. Ken’s tow straps came in handy as we ended up helping the park staff clear the essential roads, on our way to the lodge. Twenty minutes of tugging and dodging felled trees later, we pulled up to the unusually crowded lodge. On an average weekend, you'd have trouble believing the lodge was open, but on this early night, even with the few campers that showed up yesterday, there were at least three families, a half dozen couples, and a church youth group.

Heavy wind and rain didn't make camping in tents very fun, so most of the campers decided to head to the lodge to get out of the weather, enjoy some popcorn, and maybe catch a free movie. Herbie the Love Bug was playing on this particular evening.

Mixed in the crowd, sitting in the back, were the older couple we met at the floating dock. The woman caught my eye, and apparently, I caught hers as she sprang up to greet me.

"I thought we might see you here!" she said happily. Her breath carried the smell of gin, which was almost expected, but her perfume smelled like something Angie wore whenever she wanted to get fucked. "I'm Vera," she held out her hand; "and this is my husband, Walter."

I shook her hand and introduced Ken and myself. She bluntly asked if we were gay. After a little laughter, we explained that our "significant" others were taking a nap back in the camper. She asked if we were married, to which Ken reluctantly replied; "Just me."

"Well, just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have any fun, right?" Walter asked.

"Oh, I still have fun. Sometimes more than I deserve. " Ken added.

This last comment caused Vera to raise an eyebrow. She looked at me, then looked me over.

"How about you? Do you still have fun?" she asked. She had a disarming, flirtatious way of talking and moving. He body language was very provocative.

“Yes we do.” I added. “There are some worn out women who would agree, if they weren’t napping, just now.”

Walter didn't appear to mind, or pay any attention to us. He was too busy looking at the female half of a young couple sitting across from us. The girl's bikini top was wet and probably cold by the look of her erect nipples.

"Yeah, I think I still have plenty of fun." I smiled and looked at Walter, trying to draw Vera's attention to his gaze.

"Plenty to go around?" Vera pursued. She moved closer to me and rubbed her cleavage onto my upper arm. She gently rested her hand on my ass, and pulled my hand onto hers. I instinctively gave her cheek a squeeze and was surprised at the firmness.

"Do you work out?" I asked.

"Once a day. Sometimes twice if I have a little extra energy" she smiled. She stepped away and gave a little turn like a runway model at the end of the runway. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I think whatever you're doing is working very well for you. Your husband must be very happy." I added.

"Walter?" she balked. "He's happy, alright, as long as I keep letting him jerk off to the likes of little miss nipples over there."

I wasn't sure if I was playing into her hands or she was playing into mine, but I think we were thinking along the same lines. I looked her over and noticed she had done a very good job of maintaining a dark tan without letting her skin turn to leather. Her body was as firm and tight as a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader, but her face gave her age away, especially when she smiled, which unfortunately, was quite often.

"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

"I don't know, and it wouldn't be polite for me to guess." I said, trying to avoid a conflict.

"You're polite enough to grab my ass in front of my husband, so you can be polite enough to guess," she said without smiling.

She had sharp wits and a very assertive nature.

"I don't know. Forty-five?” I asked. “Fifty?"

"Ha!" she laughed. "I turn fifty-five this weekend. Not bad, for a Swedish gal, huh?"

"No,” I answered. "Not bad at all. Well, happy birthday!" She walked back to her husband to pull him into the conversation.

It wasn't until she turned her back to me that I realized what great shape she was really in. From the back, she could have been one of Angie's friends from college. Her blond-whi

Weekend Samplers: Part 2.

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 05 Jul 2025 23:01:00 +0000

Weekend Samplers: Part 2.

Angie claims her just rights to Ken.

Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Angie finished giving me a very public blowjob in the middle of the lake, With Sarah and Ken just a few feet away, on that floating dock platform. Perhaps others were also watching, with high-power lenses?

Ken applauded with whistles and clapping his hands while Sarah just looked at me and smiled. Angie was fingering her cunt while she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. Ken hopped onto the floating dock and dropped his shorts. He looked to Sarah with hope in his eyes, but Sarah just put her arms behind her head and laid back down. Ken directed his attention to Angie and me and began jerking off in front of us.

I came sooner than I expected; and Angie, for the second time ever, swallowed everything. She looked at Ken jerking off and got up off her knees.

"No need for that, Ken" Angie said as she walked over to Ken. Sarah sat back up to see what was going on. Angie got on her knees in front of Ken and looked at Sarah and me.

"Objections? We're all friends, after all, right?" Angie said with a cum-covered smile.

"If it makes you happy, go for it" I answered. Angie looked at Sarah, almost as if she hoped she would stop her, but Sarah just smiled at her. Ken looked at me to make sure I was okay with it, and I just nodded to him.

Angie looked pissed. When she put his short cock in her mouth, Ken winced as Angie let her teeth come down a little harder than expected. Was that a retribution for Ken’s role in setting up her boyfriend with the buxom bimbo in camp? Within a minute, though, she changed her attitude as Ken's cock got wider and wider. Angie was trying to deep-throat Ken the same way she deep-throated me, but his cock curved up so sharply, she kept gagging. Cocks that curl up need to throated upside-down.

Ken pulled away from her and suggested they try a different position. Angie, somewhat frustrated, agreed. When she saw Ken lay on his back, she stood up and stepped out of her bikini bottoms. She lay on top of him, never looking up at Sarah or me. In a perfect "69", Angie was able to straddle over him and get more of Ken's cock down her throat, and Ken was able to lick Angie's beautifully trimmed cunt. I had a perfect view of Angie's ass, and it was a great sight. Tan lines definitely worked for Angie.

In the heat of the moment, Angie orgasmed, letting out a little cunt fart in Ken's face. Ken chuckled, embarrassing Angie. She hopped off of Ken and grabbed her bikini bottom, then hopped in the boat and put the rest of her clothes on. Ken, left high and dry again, shook his head, got up, pulled on his shorts and jumped back in the water.

"Guess that leaves you and me, huh?" Sarah asked me.

Before I could answer, I noticed a big fancy boat approaching from the other side of the lake.

As the stranger's boat approached, I realized my shorts were still around my ankles and my hard-on had not gone away. I quickly pulled up my shorts and hopped in the boat beside Angie. Ken swam around to the back of his boat and climbed the ladder. Sarah, completely nude, wrapped a towel around her, and carefully stepped into the boat and sat across from me with her back to the strangers. She lifted one leg, letting the towel separate from around her waist and exposing her perfectly hairless cunt. Angie looked at her in disgust.

"What? I need to make the most of the sun this morning. Don't be afraid, Angie. It won't bite. In fact, if you pet mine, I'll pet yours. What d'ya say?" Sarah asked jokingly.

Angie looked away and pouted. Her nipples wanted to poke through her bikini top and T-shirt again. The little sun she had already absorbed made her legs look incredible. Her whole body was a thing of beauty and the memory of Ken's short but fat cock filling her mouth made my cock start to swell. I imagined Ken's fat cock filling Angie's cunt, and her moaning from never having had anything that wide inside her. Imagine a glass beer bottle, but only half the height. That’s still a narrower girth than Ken’s French cock.

I could see how Ken could get off listening to me fuck his wife all night. I was starting to think Ken might be on to something. It was probably just a phase, but now I really wanted to see Angie get fucked by Ken. Maybe it was just my guilt for fucking Sarah? Maybe Ken and I would both end up fucking my Angie at the same time? I caught myself reaching for my cock as I heard the sound of a coiled rope landing on the floating dock.

The other boat pulled up to the floating dock and an older gentleman stepped out. His female companion, tanned almost to the point of Late-summer perfection, stepped up from below waiving a jewelry-covered arm and hand.

"Leaving so soon? We just got here." The man called to us. "You should stay out as long as you can. There's a storm headed this way that looks like it'll make the rest of the weekend pretty wet."

Angie knew all about being pretty wet, but she wasn't in a very good mood at the moment.

"I think my girlfriend is feeling a little sick, so we're going to head back to shore,” I answered.

"Maybe it was something she ate?" the cheeky woman said with a grin.

"Maybe,” I smiled back, realizing the woman was staring at the bulge in my shorts. Had they been watching us all morning? What was she, 54? 55? As she stepped onto the dock, it was apparent that this woman still worked out and maintained the body of a 30 year old. Good for her; and for him. I determined that; given the chance; even I would be willing to fuck her.

Ken started up the boat and we all waved goodbye as we headed back to the campground marina where Ken kept his boat. Ken barely had enough time to secure the boat when the sky started to get dark.

The rain was about to be coming down, then coming down harder, and the wind would howl around the campground. Folding chairs and chez lounges were undoubtedly going to be tumbling through the woods.

Weekend Samplers: Part 1.

Jack and Angie explore with friends at the campground.

Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Four-day weekends are always fun, but I rarely have the chance to take advantage of them. Fortunately, on one such weekend a few years ago, an older friend asked my 18 year old girlfriend and me to join him and his wife on a camping trip. It ended up being one of the wildest weekends of my life.

My girlfriend, Angela (Angie, for short), had a reputation of being a bit of a slut before I met her, but I soon found out the reputation was undeserved. She didn't mind watching porn tapes, but when it came to acting out some of those scenes (anal, threesomes, toys), she said she wasn't interested. She preferred giving hand to giving head, and preferred giving head to fucking. I wasn't sure if that was because her previous boyfriends didn't know how to use the equipment they were given, or if she was just uptight about getting pregnant even though she was on the pill. When it came to sex, her options for positions could be counted on one hand.

Although she lacked imagination during sex, she had a well-toned body that she managed to keep tan year-round. Angie looked a little bit like Jennifer Aniston in the face, but a little thinner in the body. She was blessed with long legs, small-but-perky tits, a beautiful ass, and a tight, attractive cunt. She could have been a runway model if she didn't have her heart set on being a veterinarian. Mine wasn't the only cock in her life. We both knew she’d had better looking boyfriends, but none of them bothered to get her off as well or as often. When it came to her receiving oral pleasure, though, she would find a way to let me get her off, no matter where we were. She may have been high maintenance, but I had the satisfaction of knowing I could get her off anytime, anywhere.

My camping trip friends were a little different. I had just turned 18 when I first met them. At the time of this camping trip, I was a few months from my 21st birthday. They were both in their mid-thirties, but maintained a very youthful lifestyle.

Ken was short, beefy, and masculine but a nice guy and usually funny. He reminded me of Ron Jeremy but with short hair and a much shorter pecker. His wife, Sarah, was a little shorter than Ken, natural, and pleasant to be around. As far as nice people to hang out with, I don't think I could have done better at the time.

Sarah was a reasonably attractive woman. She looked a little bit like Dina Meyer with just a touch of baby fat and bigger tits. She had strawberry-blond hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had a natural ‘playmate of the year’ body. She also had a seductive and sultry nature that served her well when dealing with men, in general.

Motherhood had been good to her, and she retained her full, round tits. Her waist was small, but widened to shapely hips, a beautiful ass and well-shaped legs. I teased her about how small her feet were, but I think she knew I thought they were pretty.

She was shorter and had more curves than my Angie, but I thought she was still cute for her age. She wasn't a New York model, but she had what it took to turn heads in a good way. Sarah had had two teen kids (staying with their grandparents on this particular weekend), but her body bounced right back into shape. She worked out regularly, and rewarded herself (and the rest of us) by buying the skimpiest bikinis to wear while sunbathing. These were the days before Malibu Strings, but what she wore came pretty close. I asked Angie to buy similar "bathing suits" as all she had ever worn in the past were the standard bikinis. Sarah jokingly told me she'd see if she could help Angie (and me) out in that area.

So we headed out of Savannah, to the Lake for a long Easter weekend. We’d been here last month with their kids.

Their lot on the campground was very secluded, surrounded by trees, and only a quarter-mile from the lake where they kept their boat docked. It was still early in the season, and there were no other campers in our area. This was our 2^nd time camping as a foursome.

A normal weekend in the summer would have us take Ken's boat out on the lake, water ski all day with the kids, and have a nightly campfire. It wasn't unusual for Angie and Sarah to stay back at the campsite, where they could take their bikini tops off while tanning their back sides, but Sarah somehow managed to take it all off for that "all over tan" when she thought nobody else was around. Angie preferred the creamy white triangles of her tits, cunt, and above the crack of her ass.

At the end of the evening, my girlfriend-at-the-time and I would go back to our tent for some quiet outdoor sex, and an envious Sarah and Ken would go back to their camper with their kids. Even though our tent was at least 40 feet from Ken’s bedroom window, Ken would kid me the next morning, saying he could beat off 2 or 3 times for every orgasm I either had or gave to my girlfriend. If she were willing, I'd sometimes stand and have her blow me just outside the tent, knowing Ken was probably watching. What I didn't know was that sometimes Sarah was watching, too.

Angie and I left Thursday afternoon and arrived at the campground just before sunset. Ken had already set up the campfire, and Sarah seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet without the kids, as we pulled up. After the usual hugs and handshakes, Sarah and Angie quickly unpacked the car while I worked on setting up the tent. Something was a little different about Sarah, though. I don't know if it was the fact that her hair was a little longer, she looked a little thinner, or if she was wearing her clothing in a more revealing manner, but something about her kept catching my eye.

The girls went in the camper to start preparing a late dinner. Ken handed me a beer and directed me to the campfire. When he thought we were far enough away from the camper, Ken decided it was time to get something off his chest. We've had personal conversations before, but it was usually me doing most of the talking, especially after a few beers. Ken knew about almost every girl I had ever been with; every position, good lays and bad. I figured I was in for a shock when it was going to be him doing most of the talking, and I was right.

He told me his sex life was lacking, recently, and felt like he couldn't make Sarah happy anymore. I asked him if he talked to her about it, and he said she could only get off if she fantasized about someone else. I told him that was Okay, and that he shouldn't let that bother him. As long as they were still having sex, he should be happy and let things take their course.

Then he said that a few weeks ago he overheard Angie telling his wife about how well I could get her off, and how since then, Sarah moaned ‘Jack’ more than once in her sleep. I could feel my cock throb just at the thought of his wife dreaming about me. It was a strange feeling. At first I thought he was jealous, suspecting that I had been screwing his wife behind his back. (I hadn't). I was surprised to hear that Angie had even had a conversation about sex with Sarah. Maybe Angie still had a naughty side, after all.

I felt a little awkward, but I told him to go on. The more Ken talked, the more I realized that this weekend was all part of his desperate plan to show his wife a good time. “Jack, I really want you to sleep with my wife! Maybe Angie, too!”

I listened as he went into detail of everything he fantasized about; thinking it was the same that Sarah fantasized about. He didn't want me and/or Angie to fuck her just once, either.

Ken finally pleaded; “I’m afraid that the only way for Sarah and I to be happy again was to have someone else join us.”

I had told Ken about many of my raucous sexual adventures, and now he wanted Sarah to have the same experiences. Thinking he was probably just a little drunk, I told him; “We have all weekend and I'd like to sleep on it. We are good friends, and I don't want to ruin anything between you and Sarah. Angie is just a recent girlfriend that loves sex a lot, but Sarah is your wife.”

seth p. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.

He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself.

"Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal.

"We need to talk," John said, motioning for Rachel to follow.

"Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at him. "You can finish the movie after you eat," she said to the kids as she followed John into the downstairs office.

He shut the door behind him, but Rachel spoke first.

"Kathy called."

"She did?" John kept himself calm.

"Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home."

"I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."

Rachel ignored John's comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have school this week?"

"I didn't know that, but..." John countered. "It doesn't matter."

"So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids."

"She did?" John was flummoxed.

"Yes. I already told my mom and she's dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We're all set."

"No...I mean, we're not all set." John said.

"Kathy asked me what we did last night."

"What?"

"You heard me, didn't you?"

"Yes...what did you tell her?"

"What do you think I told her?"

John shook his head. Rachel wouldn't do that do him.

Rachel just laughed.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Rachel said. She smiled and left the room.

"I don't want anything," John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?

John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report.

He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags.

"Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower."

"Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep."

"Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt.

"You shouldn't," John protested. "Last night was..." He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.

Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.

Rachel had already started the shower. "I...I'm going downstairs to get some...to..." he stammered.

"I want you to join me in the shower. Please?" she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.

John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. "Please?"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I love you silly," Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower.

John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he'd already crossed it last night. It didn't matter.

Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. "I really need you to get my back good," she said turning away from him.

John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode.

"Don't forget my ass." She winked at him.

John didn't. He couldn't imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn't possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them.

"It's my turn," Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock.

They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John's doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed.

"Let me take care of this for you," she said dropping to her knees in front of him. "It's so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn't know I could feel like that."

"Oh...it's not that big...I mean..."

John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn't capable of this. Hell, she wouldn't even give him a hand job anymore.

John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other's eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes.

"I'm going to cum," he warned.

Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips.

"Ugh...Oh God..."

Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Yummy."

John collapsed back onto the bed. "Come here," he commanded.

Rachel stood up. "I'm right here."

"No. That's not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I'm going to eat you."

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John's body until her naked sex was right over his face. "No one's ever done that to me before."

John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John's mouth. "Oh Fuck! Eat me!" she squealed.

John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right.

"Oh...oh....I'm cumming," she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John's mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily.

John looked over at her squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?"

"I couldn't breathe...fuck...that was so intense...that was so good....oohh."

They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands.

"I love you," Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom.

"Shit," John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. "She really is delicious."

Rachel came out a few minutes later. "It's all yours," she said smiling at him. "I'm going to check on the kids and what I've got in the oven."

She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John's cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife? What about the kids? She was too young for him!

Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. "Uh...Hi," John said, clearly surprised.

"Hey John," she said. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?"

Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, "yes."

John's sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her.

"Don't you remember?" She sighed and stared at him. "I told you I was heading out west for the writer's faire and that I'd be stopping by Sunday night. Don't tell me that you forgot?"

"I...no...I mean yes. I forgot."

"Where's Kathy?"

"Well that's part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn't matter though. You're always welcome and we always have room for you."

"Well that explains a lot," Wendy said laughing. "Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful."

"Well, not exactly," John said grabbing Wendy's suitcase and setting it near the stairs. "Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?"

"She's here? She's cooking?"

"Yes. It was all Kathy's idea."

"Of course," Wendy replied. "I see."

There was no love lost between John's sister and his wife. "Come on out and say hi to the kids," John said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.

As soon as the kids saw John's sister, they came running in from the back yard. "Hi Aunt Wendy!" they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses.

"Hi," Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway.

"Hi Rachel," Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel's barely covered breasts. "Shouldn't...never mind...do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You've changed."

"Thank you," Rachel replied. "I do remember you."

At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them.

"John, we need to talk," Wendy said angrily to John. "She looks like a slut and in front of the kids."

"I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea," he defended himself. His own anger was rising; or was it guilt?

"Okay...Christ, I'm sorry," Wendy said putting a hand on her brother's arm. "It's been a long drive and I'm a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that's how girls dress these days. Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?"

"Of course," John replied. "Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was going to stay in the guest room but it's all yours. She won't mind sleeping on the couch."

Wendy just nodded and took her bags upstairs. John called Rachel in, but before he could say anything, she told him that she was going upstairs to change shirts and get her stuff out of the guest room.

"That was easy," he said to himself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy?

John and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. "It's like having your own live in housekeeper," Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. John smirked. It was a lot more than that.

Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked John out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, joking around. John thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of the kitchen for a change.

When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room and offered it back to Rachel.

"No thanks Wendy," Rachel replied. "I'm fine out here and these couches are very comfortable. I'll probably sleep better than you."

John hoped so. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her if she snuck into his room tonight. He still didn't know what he was going to do? Just cut Rachel off and find another babysitter? Would she keep quiet? Did John even want her to?

John awoke in the middle of the night with a massive hard on. Well, that wasn't quite right. He awoke in the middle of the night to Rachel jacking him off to his full length and hardness.

"Rachel! What are you doing? My sister is in the next room!" he hissed at her.

Rachel responded by taking half his shaft into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down his thick cock, making wet slurping noises. John was unable to protest. The feeling was too good and the sounds of her sloppy blowjob were almost too much.

Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock, drool running down her chin. "I missed you today. I felt like we had to keep our relationship a secret with your sister here."

"We do," John said as Rachel pulled off her oversized t-shirt letting her monumental tits spring free. "Oh, my God."

Rachel got on the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. "I've never needed anything in my life as badly as I need you right now. I was going to ask you to make love to me but all I really want you to do is fuck me," she said pouting her lips for effect.

"I...Wendy is...you..." John stammered. His cock was impossibly hard and it hurt.

Rachel inserted a finger into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. "I need this to be your cock, lover. Your cock is much thicker and longer than my finger and it will pump me full of your baby seed."

In spite of himself he crawled over Rachel, squeezing one of her plump boobs as she continued to finger herself. Did she just say baby seed? He had filled her pussy up with his semen without using protection. He hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was on the pill. What if he got her pregnant? She probably already was. This was a nightmare. She was his personal whore of Babylon and he was helpless to stop himself.

"Please," Rachel whispered huskily. "Be my man and fuck me."

"I am your man," John said and thrust himself inside her. Soon they were sucking on each other's tongues as they fucked. Rachel was moaning into his mouth and grabbing John's ass, urging him deeper. Rachel was so tight and warm and alive. He knew in that instant that he would never give her up. They both came together, neither of them noticing Wendy watching from the doorway.

Rachel slept with John that night, only bothering to get dressed when his alarm clock went off for work. She took her time pulling on her pajamas and leaving his room.

When John finished dressing, he left the room and ran right into Wendy.

"John...we need to talk."

"What's up? I haven't had any coffee yet so don't make it too complicated."

"Oh this is going to be easy," Wendy said looking like she was about to unleash the fury of the world upon him.

"Okay, you've got my attention."

"I know that Rachel slept with you last night."

"Slept with me?"

"Don't make me say it. Goddamn you!"

"I..."

"I saw you fucking each other's brains out last night. There! Do you understand that?""

John strode past his sister and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Rachel and the kids were sitting there eating fruit loops. He stood there for a minute, realizing that his little fantasy was soon going to be over. Rachel stood up as soon as she saw John enter the kitchen, and went over to the coffee machine. Wendy followed John into the kitchen and her and Rachel shared a look. It was a look that said that there were no secrets here this morning. They both turned and looked at John.

"Go finish your movie, guys," Rachel said to the children. They both took off into the family room leaving only the adults.

"John?" Rachel asked. It was a question that really asked everything.

"John," Wendy said simply.

John started to sweat. He wanted to crawl into a hole. It was moments like this that defined who a man really was. He didn't want to be a timid little coward who cheated and lied.

John went over to Rachel and pulled her against him. Her massive chest squeezed between them, as he looked her in the eyes. "I love you," he said and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him.

They stepped apart, holding hands and looked over at Wendy.

"Well I guess that settles that," Wendy said. "Now, what?"

"I guess I'd better call Kathy."

"She'll be furious," Wendy said.

"I don't think so. She can have the house. She doesn't even like the kids."

"You're being a little simplistic," Wendy said. "Life's way more complicated..."

John cut her off. "I see everything so clearly now. I'm tired of doing the wrong thing and banging my head against the wall. I've got to make a few phone calls."

John found Wendy and Rachel drinking coffee together in the living room, when he came back. He went over to Rachel and kissed her, sitting down next to her. She melted against him, eyes wide, mouth open.

"Well?" Wendy asked.

"I told her I was leaving her and that I was taking the kids. I told her that she could have the house and that we'd work out visitation and that my lawyer would be in contact with hers. For once in her life, she didn't have much to say. She asked who would be watching the kids and I told her Rachel would. She didn't say much more that that, except that she wanted all of my stuff gone by the time she got home."

"Where will you go?" Rachel asked.

"That's the wrong question Rachel," John said, grasping both her hands in his and gazing into her eyes.

"I just can't...I don't know how to ask what I'm feeling," she said. She took a big gulp as tears streamed down her face.

"I've just rented us a townhouse. You're moving in with me. You're moving in with us."

"Oh, John," she said collapsing against him.

"Oh, John," Wendy said. "Should I stay and help you pack?"

"Please," John and Rachel said in unison. Wendy did. John and his Busty little baby sitte

The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 02 Jul 2025 10:11:00 +0000

Young Rachel wants John to know what he’s missing, in his cold dark marriage.

By seth p. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

“Thank you, Mr. Greene.” Rachel smiled in gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they’re my own. I would do anything for you guys.”

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting John’s gaze. For his part, John was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel’s exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn’t meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.

“Okay…I guess we’ll see you on Saturday then.” He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything?

“Yes. I’ll be here at six p.m,” She managed to meet his eyes. “Bye, Mr. Greene.” She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

Do all the high school seniors in Denver dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

“Coming, honey,” he said. “Just turning out the lights and locking up down here.”

John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head.

John’s wife, Kathy, was from a wealthy family. They dated as seniors in college and got married 2 weeks after they both finished their degrees. Babies came soon after, but Kathy hated the idea of not pursuing her own career. John loved fatherhood and spent evenings & weekends trying to make up for what Kathy wasn’t giving them.

The following week progressed at a snail’s pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John’s wife had tickets to the opera and although John couldn’t think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow events.

The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn’t have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it.

“H…uh…” John stammered. He started to shake and cough.

Rachel giggled. “Can I come in?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I’m exhausted.“ He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Greene.” She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her.

John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife’s benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him?

His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. “We’ll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. “Um…would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn’t running and my mom gave me a ride over here.”

“Yes. That would be fine.” John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house.

The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a conversation that didn’t entail her bitching at him for something.

He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn’t all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn’t do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn’t open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

At last the show was over. “That was an excellent performance, don’t you think?” his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. “Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to.”

John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home.

Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to Rachel and disappeared up the stairs.

John followed her in the door, fished some cash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn’t wearing her cardigan.

“How were the kids?”

“They were perfect angels, just like always.”

“No problems?”

“Of course not, Mr. Greene,” she said. “They love me and you know that I love them.”

John thought that an odd response. “Well…you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself.”

“Oh, there’s no need to apologize for her, Mr. Greene,” Rachel answered.

That was another strange response. John was tired, though and didn’t let his mind linger on it. “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes. I’m totally ready.” Rachel grinned at him.

John tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her shirt and her tight pants. John wondered if she was ever able to tuck her shirts in.

John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel’s house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home.

It was a beautiful spring night for a drive to Rachel’s home in the foothills, outside Denver. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say.

Rachel saved him the trouble. “How was the opera Mr. Greene?”

John could feel her gaze on him. “Oh it was fine,” he lied. “Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did.”

“I bet,” Rachel replied. “I’m sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert.”

“How…really…you like the Foo Fighters?” he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands.

“Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You’re really funny.”

“I try,” John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop.

“I was looking through your CDs on the stereo,” Rachel finished, laughing. “You always get nervous around me.”

There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don’t talk about openly.

“Don’t say that. I…I don’t,” John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here?

“I’m just kidding with you. You’re turning all red by the way,” she replied.

John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel’s house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road.

A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John’s car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop.

John’s heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel’s arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs.

“Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring into her big blue eyes.

“Yes,” Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away.

John’s eyes drifted down to Rachel’s heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing.

“We’re okay,” John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes.

He squeezed her hand a little too hard. “We’re okay,” he said again.

Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his.

John pulled his hands away as if they were burned.

“Let’s see if I can get us out of here.” He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel’s eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more.

John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap.

“Please, slow down,” Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time.

His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver’s side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn’t move or say anything.

“Thank you,” she said simply, smiling at him and then turned and ran into her house.

It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John’s house was cold and dark when he got home.

“Just like my fucking life and marriage,” John muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed.

The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation.

John felt like his whole life was turning into a ‘Groundhog Day’ and the only thing he could think about was his newly legal babysitter. For God’s sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls.

As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn’t a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn’t about to give up.

He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

“It’s about time you got home.” She glared at him.

“I…are you going somewhere?” He handed her the roses.

“How nice, but they’ll be dead before I get home. You’ve got a black thumb,” she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer.

“What do you mean? Where are you going? You know I have to work tomorrow?”

“Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars. I’m going to Albaquerque, to my sister’s for a few days.”

“Why?”

“She just had surgery this morning.”

“I knew that,” John lied. He had forgotten all about it. “Is she okay? I didn’t think you were going down there though.”

“I wasn’t, but she called and really needs me. I called Rachel already and she’ll be here before you go to work tomorrow. I’ve got to go. The kids are in doing their homework. No sugar this weekend. I should be back by Tuesday evening.”

Then, without a goodbye or a parting good wish, Kathy was out the door.

“Well shit.” John stared after her for a moment and then went in to see the kids.

John and the kids had a great night, playing the Wii and eating way too much sugar filled food and candy. It was the best night they had together in months. He hated to admit it, but he thought it was probably because Kathy was gone. She hardly ever seemed to have fun anymore.

The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn’t gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. “Damn her,” John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.

“What? How?”

“Oh there you are, sleepy head.” Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. “We thought we heard you coming down the stairs.” She held out a cup of coffee to him.

“Uh…good morning Rachel,” John said, taking the coffee. “I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?”

“No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That’s yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren’t late.”

“Wow. Thank you,” John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking.

The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. “I’m not sure how late I’ll be Rachel,” he said.

“That’s no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll call and order you a pizza if I’m going to be really late.” John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Shit!

Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red.

“Don’t worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I’ll cook something up. Just let me know when you’ll be home. I love to cook, and I’ve got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys,” she called into the family room.

“Good bye daddy!” two little voices shot out in unison.

John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself…life is what you make it.

“Okay, then,” John said. “Dinner’s on you, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Rachel said, beaming at him. “Have a great day Mr. Greene,” she called after him as he walked out the front door.

John turned to her. “Call me John,” he said and headed off to work.

John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home.

“That’s great, John,” Rachel said. “Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in.”

“Wow. You really are good,” he said. “Thanks again. You didn’t really have to cook dinner.”

“Yes I did silly,” Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. “Hi, John,"Rachel smiled at him. "How was your day?” It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once.

“It was great,” he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. “I’m really glad to be home though.” That was the truth.

“Well I’m glad you’re home too,” Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house.

John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread.

Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well.

“Thank you. This looks wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. I’m a little nervous. I’m afraid you won’t like it.”

The both sat down and started eating.

“Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?” John couldn’t believe how good it was.

“My mom,” she replied. “Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I’ve taken some concurrent enrollment classes at the community college already.”

Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality.

“Uh…that might not be a good idea,” he said. “I don’t want you driving home after drinking and I don’t want your parents to think that we’re…partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be drinking at all”

“I already thought about that,” she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth.

John’s cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she’d already thought about that?

“Drink up. It’s really good,” Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.

John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn’t realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was.

“That really is good,” John said. “How were you planning on getting home?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not,” Rachel said simply, taking another drink. “I told my parents that you wouldn’t be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning.”

“Well…I mean…”

Rachel cut him off with laughter. “You are so silly,” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

“Well, let’s finish up, "John said.

When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cl

Lick Me

Piper's Posts — Tue, 01 Jul 2025 16:23:00 +0000

"I arrived home to a series of surreptitious notes, posted for my instruction."

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

It was a long day at work, frustrating and annoying, absolutely loved the fact that it was over. I was ready for my 20 minute ride home, and watching some TV to try to relax, then bed. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what happened next.

When I arrived home, there was already a car in my driveway, one that I did not recognize. I pulled in behind the vehicle and went and looked inside to see if I recognized it, but nothing looked familiar. I went to the door to my house and it was unlocked.

I went inside and smelled food cooking, a dinner table with two plates, some candles and two wine glasses and a folded piece of paper at the center of one of the plates. When I opened the paper, I saw two words, "dessert first!" I looked around the room, there on the wall, another note. I opened it, two more words; "come now; "

I went down the hallway, and in front of the closed bathroom door, another note, "enter me!" I opened the door and was greeted to an incredible sight, Alison, one of the salespeople at my work, completely naked, covered in some kind of white liquid. On her body, just two words, "lick me!"

I have never thought anything would ever happen with Allison, she was gorgeous, and I, well; I'm not. No thoughts ever entered my mind, she was way out of my league. Everyone at work wanted her, but to my knowledge, she never gave anyone a shot.

I snapped back in to the moment once Allison looked at me and said, "kiss me!" I did not delay and I approached her and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers as both of us opened our lips to let the other one in. Her hand reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in deeper to our kiss.

I broke our kiss long enough to say, "are you sure?"

She looked at me and smiled, "sorry, I was tired of waiting for you to make a move!" She said, "I've been into you for a while, you were just too dumb to realize it."

I pulled her close and kissed her hard, passionate and our bodies merged, coating my clothes with whatever this white substance was. She broke the kiss, and she whispered softly in my ear, "dessert first!" She grabbed my hand and slid it between us, and down between her legs.

My fingers slid easily between her legs and between the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in my ear, "about time, I've wanted this for a very long time."

I bent my head down and kissed her neck as my fingers opened her and dove inside of her. I moved lower to the top of her chest and tasted the white substance, it was whipped topping, lots of it. I tasted the fluffy substance along with her skin. I was intoxicated, and I wanted more of her.

My hands moved over her mound, and inserted my finger inside. Taking time to tease her, stroke her button, until I hear her moan again. Then I slid another finger inside, playing in her wetness, making her breathing erratic. She was enjoying my fingers, and I was enjoying the fact that I could give her this kind of pleasure to her.

She pushed my hand away and told me to "come now; " And encouraged me to follow her into my bedroom. I followed her naked body, watching as her backside moved away. Her fine naked ass looked incredible as she jumped into my bed and laid down on her back.

Allison motioned for me to come join her and I fought the urge to run and jump on top of her. Instead I casually walked over and sat down next to her sexy body. I touched her body as I stuck my finger in the creamy white stuff that covered her. I slid my hands over her body, paying close attention to her breasts, everything but her nipples.

My hands fully coated in whipped cream, she grabbed my wrists and pulled it towards her, licking my fingers clean, one by one. Then she grabbed two of my fingers and pulled my hand until two of my fingers were all the way down.

She about choked on my fingers, but she slid my hand back and forth down her throat, and I felt tingles down my body and my already semi hard rod, started to become turgid.

She released my fingers and slid my hand down her body, straight down between her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs.

My fingers slid easily between her lips, her arousal was very evident by how juicy she was. I bent over and captured her nipple between my lips. I loved the taste of the cream, but I really loved that I was sucking on the hottie from the office that everyone wanted. She tasted incredible, and I was loving every second of this magnificent beauty on my bed covered in cream.

My lips and tongue moved over to her other nipple, and I nibbled gently. She let out a soft moan as my fingers played with her juicy opening and my mouth teased her nipples until they pointed straight up to the ceiling.

I licked my way down her coated body, I stopped at her belly button, and licked circles around her belly button, leaving a warm wet circle of my saliva dripping into her button. I left a trail down from her belly button to her pubic bone.

When my tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud moan, but when my lips surrounded her button and sucked gently, she came. Her scent flooded my nostrils as her juices ran down her seam and onto my bed.

I continued softly sucking on her throbbing clit, as she rode out her climax, grabbing my hair and pulling my head hard into her privates. I slid my way up her body and kissed her again, this time, she tasted her own juices. Licking my lips and sucking my tongue into her mouth, she was incredibly turned on and there was only one way to satisfy her.

Her hands helped me out of my cream covered shirt, and went for my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and quickly exposed my hard member. Her hand stroking me until I was completely solid. I stood up and removed every stitch of clothing I had left. She pulled my erection down towards her and wrapped her lips around me. Her head moved slowly down my pole until I filled her mouth completely. Again, almost choking on me. She continued sucking on my rod for a minute before she let it slip out of her mouth.

She smiled at me, and said, "enter me!"

I climbed on top of her and positioned my tool just above her sweet opening, running the head up and down her slit, coating myself with her juice. I poked the head inside, just to test the heat from between her lips, then I pulled out. I did this a few times before she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside of her. She gasped loudly as I entered as deep as I could, staying there, embedded inside of her.

Slowly I started to move in and out of her. I withdrew until I almost slid out before I would slowly plunge back inside of her. She moaned every time I withdrew and gasped every time I pushed back inside. I could feel her muscles wrapped tightly around my hardness, not wanting to lose its grip on me. Back inside as her hands grab me by the hips and encourage me to push deeper within her.

I pumped in and out of her with reckless ambition, pushing my own limits of stamina to the breaking point. This incredible woman who I didn't even know liked me, was about to feel my warmth flood her insides. I was almost to the point if crashing when she took a firm grasp at my tool and pulled it out, jerking me until I covered her in another cream. She cheered as my seed shot from between her legs to her chest and chin.

"Dinner should be ready to come out of the oven," she continued with a smile, "can you go check on it for me?"

I said, "sure, but how did you get into my house to even do all of this?"

She smiled again, "sorry, that's my secret!" As she walked into the bathroom to clean up. I got dressed and went to check on dinner.

It's been a year since that first night, and she still won't tell me how she got in. But now she has her own key.

By Fugman for Tumblr.

The Picnic Blanket

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 30 Jun 2025 16:13:00 +0000

Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach.

By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat.

As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours.

But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies.

“What’s up?” Rosalie asked.

“I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?”

Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?”

“Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?”

“I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.”

“Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.”

“Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.”

“Perfect. See you in few hours.”

Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down.

Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later.

“So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?”

“No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.”

“So, this is a summer holiday trip?”

“Exactly,” Celia said.

“And you’re not hooking up with either one?”

“No… but…”

“Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?”

“I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.”

“Distract how?”

Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.”

“Maybe I should know their names first.”

“Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.”

Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away.

By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d already had her weekend. This had been a marvelous idea. The boys pulled up in a pickup right behind them and she made herself useful, helping unload.

As Jason and Celia built a fire, Rosalie stared out at the lake wistfully. She’d forgotten to bring a swimsuit, but she didn’t want to soak her clothes by going in fully dressed. It was an isolated location, but she didn’t know any of these people well enough to go skinny-dipping in front of them. If nothing else, she’d at least do some wading.

Then she turned around, noticed the blanket Celia was spreading out over the ground. Rosalie realized that Destiny had just decided what she’d be doing on this trip.

“Why did you bring that blanket?” she asked Celia.

“Did I make a mistake? You told me to get anything we might need from your apartment. This seemed like a nice, sturdy blanket, but old enough to not worry about if it got a little stained.”

That was true enough, Rosalie thought. It had been stained plenty. “That is my family’s Summer blanket. It has a tradition.”

“I can put it back in the truck,” Celia offered. “I didn’t realize it was special.”

“No. It’s been laid out. It’s too late. What will be will be.”

“You’re talking funny.”

Rosalie nodded. “That blanket has a tradition.”

“You said that.”

“It was made as a gift for my grandmother when she got married. It was laid on her bed for the first time on her wedding night. My uncle was conceived that night. All my uncles and aunts, and my own mom, of course, were conceived on or under that blanket. Always in the summer. And like her mother, my mom lost her own virginity on that blanket. As did I. As did my brother. That blanket has claimed a lot of virginity and has caused a lot of babies to be born. I don’t think we’ll be able to resist its power.”

“I didn’t realize you were superstitious,” Celia said.

“I’m not. And it sounds ridiculous, I know. But my family has always been wary of that blanket. Spring, Fall, and Winter, it’s just a bedcover. But in the Summer, if you bring out that blanket, things happen. When I was eighteen and still in high school, my mom asked me to stay home one day so I could let in the plumber when he arrived. She hadn’t realized it was the first day of Summer. The blanket was draped over the back of the couch. When the plumber got there, I didn’t even speak to him. I opened the door, led him to the couch, and took my clothes off. I gave my virginity to a total stranger who smelled like rusted pipes.”

“You weren’t drinking or anything?” Celia asked skeptically.

“I never drank at eighteen. It’s the blanket. I told my mom what happened with the plumber, and she told me about the cable guy and reminded me of the time when she’d sent me to my room when the pizza arrived. That blanket seduces in the summers. It’s summer now. Things are going to happen.”

“Only if we want them to,” Calia promised.

“Oh, we’ll want it. We’ll want it like we’ve never wanted anything in our lives. We’ll want it more than we’ll want our next breath.”

Celia clearly didn’t believe her, but Rosalie was resigned to this fate and didn’t bother trying to convince her. She’d planted the seeds. Belief would come later. She picked up her backpack and headed for the fateful blanket, wondering which of these guys was going to have her this day.

The boys gave her a friendly greeting and offered her a beer. She almost declined, for the sake of the baby. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t pregnant yet. Probably by midnight. But not yet. She took the bottle they gave her and swigged down a third of its contents.

Even knowing what the evening had in store for her, Rosalie was still feeling relaxed and optimistic. And the cool, clear water of the lake was even more inviting than it had been before. She might get some swim time in after all, considering what Destiny had in store for her, even if Destiny needed a little help.

They settled down to just talk and watch the fire and the water. Celia and her friends talked of people, places, and events that Rosalie didn’t know. Rather than feeling bored or offended, a sense of anticipation was building inside her. The Summer Day was hot, but Rosalie’s arms were covered with goose bumps as excitement flowed through her veins.

She lay back on the Summer blanket and wondered about the wisdom of telling Celia about the legend. The rational mind would reject such a concept. But she remembered the weight of that plumber, crushing her into the sofa, claiming her innocence without even knowing her name. It was a true story, even if she’d fudged some of the details.

The heat in her blood got to be too much. She had to act. She needed to bring that simmer up to a boil or find a way to cool it down. Looking to the lake again, she thought, or maybe do both at once.

“I’m going for a swim,” Rosalie announced. It no longer mattered that she didn’t have a swimsuit. She took off her t-shirt and threw it on the blanket, then wriggled out of her jean shorts. She was still wearing her underwear, but she didn’t want to get it wet, and sooner or later, at least one of these guys was going to see everything she had. It was guaranteed.

They were both cute, Jason with a soldier’s ruggedness and Charles looking like a shy physicist who still might win two out of three arm wrestling matches at the tavern. Rosalie didn’t know enough about them to make a choice, so she’d let them choose. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, tossing it on her growing pile of clothes. Sliding her panties down her legs, she took a quick peek at the three shocked faces watching her strip.

Rosalie’s face was red, but she had no regrets. She ran to the water and kept going until she was waist-deep in the lake. Only then did she turn around and look at her companions.

The boys had turned to grin at each other. Celia was looking out at her like she was crazy. But none of them seemed particularly offended or angry. That possibility had occurred to her as she was running, but it had been too late to undo the striptease and even if they had been upset, it would not have been enough of a reason to put her clothes back on.

“Come on in!” Rosalie yelled. “The water feels great!”

Jason and Charles jumped up and started shucking off their clothes. Celia hesitated, but as she saw her two naked friends moving toward another female, she knew she could not sit this out. Celia was willing to let Rosalie have one of the men, but not both. And Celia wanted first choice. It took her less than a minute to get out of her own clothes and by the time Jason and Charles reached Rosalie in the water, Celia had caught up.

It was only awkward for a moment, standing in the waist-deep water, all four of them pretending not to notice the girls’ bare tits. But Rosalie felt a sense of duty. She had started this. It was her task to break the ice.

“If you want to touch my boobs, it’s okay. You have my permission,” she said to Celia. They all laughed, as Rosalie had intended.

“What about us?” Charlie asked.

“Of course. Celia has my permission to touch both of you as well. If she wants to.”

Under the surface of the water, Rosalie reached out and grabbed both men’s cocks. “Fine specimens, girlfriend. Would you like to handle the merchandise?”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Celia marveled.

“It’s the blanket. I told you this would happen.”

“What about the blanket?” Charlie asked.

“Never mind. Don’t you want to put your hands on me?”

“Of course,” he said, reaching for her chest.

She slapped his hand away. “Ask Celia first. Show her what you want to do to me, then ask permission. If you impress her, she might say yes.”

Charlie put his hand on Celia’s tit and squeezed it gently. “Can I touch your friend? Like this?” he asked.

Celia nodded and he put his other hand on Rosalie’s chest, fondling both women at once. Rosalie looked at Jason. “Now you.”

Understanding, Jason grabbed hold of Celia’s free breast, and at her nod, claimed Rosalie’s as well. She’d never felt anything like this, two men groping her at once, neither of them known to her. And she had two cocks in her hands. It was taboo and exciting. She was thrilled to be trying this, especially under the open sky.

Rosalie and Celia stroked the boys under the water while the boys fondled them above the water. “This was a good idea,” Rosalie said. “If this is what picnics are like, I’ve been missing out.”

“I’ve never been on a picnic like this,” Jason admitted.

“What do you usually do?”

“Well, if there’s a beach, and girls who are willing, we might have a chicken fight.”

“What’s that?”

It was Charlie who answered. “The girls get on the guys’ shoulders and then try to knock each other off.”

“Long way to fall. Good way to get hurt,” Rosalie mused.

Celia laughed. “No, they do it in the water. It’s like double-decker dunking.”

“I’m game,” Rosalie volunteered.

“No! We’re naked! Our…you know…will be right on their necks.”

“You could ride backward,” Jason suggested. Rosalie blushed as hard as Celia, but she said again, “I’m game.” She could just imagine pressing her crotch to a guy’s face as she struggled to throw Celia into the water.

“I don’t think so,” Celia said.

“Too bad,” Rosalie lamented. “You guys will just have to think of another way to kiss us down under.”

Charlie grinned. “What about you? Are you willing to taste a little sausage?”

“I’m afraid not. I never do that unless I get tricked into it.” Rosalie shook her head ruefully. Then she slyly grinned. “Unfortunately, I am notoriously easy to trick.”

“How does a guy go about tricking you? Any advice would be appreciated,” Jason said.

Rosalie screwed up her face into an expression of deep thinking. “Well, I’m a fiend for chocolate. If you told me that your dick tasted like chocolate, I’d be skeptical, but I would probably have to test the claim for myself.”

Celia was feeling bolder with Rosalie’s outrageous behavior making her own shyness disappear. “What if he told you his sperm tasted like chocolate?” she asked Rosalie, joining in the playful banter.

“That would be very clever. I would almost certainly have to take a taste.”

“What if I wanted to fuck you?” Charlie asked her.

“That’s up to Celia. Celia gets to choose who fucks who.”

Both men looked at Celia, who blushed, but accepted the responsibility. And she’d gotten braver. “I want you guys to make a good impression on Rosalie. I think you should both fuck me first. Whoever does it best can then have her.”

This was more than agreeable to the boys. They glanced at each other, then each of them picked up one of the girls and started carrying her to the beach. Rosalie happily found herself supported by a strong man’s arms.

Charlie carried her out of the lake and laid her gently on the blanket. Celia was plopped down next to her. The expression on her friend’s face was nervous but excited. She pointed to Jason to go first.

He came down on top of her. She spread her legs and lifted her knees to welcome him, as if the grin on her face didn’t do that already. Jason lifted her ass from that blanket and sat down, seating her on his thighs and pulling Celia onto his lap.

Rosalie had watched porn before, so what she was seeing was not new to her, but she’d never gotten a live show. With her cheek next to Celia’s, she just looked down and watched as Jason’s cock penetrated her friend. He went in slow and gentle and then stopped when he was seated balls deep.

As he pulled back out, Rosalie saw the shining moisture on dick and could resist reaching down to touch it. She put the tips of two fingers on him, feeling him slide into the pussy.

“Hey, Celia!” Charlie called out, also watching the fucking, “Is it okay if your buddy gives me a blowjob? Out in the water, she said it was up to you.”

Celia gave her consent and Rosalie sat up and smiled at him. She looked down at his dick, which was rock hard and pointed at her. “Come closer,” she said. “Stand on the blanket.”

She pointed at where she wanted him. He knelt down, straddling Celia’s head. Rosalie was able to look her friend in the eye as she took Charlie into her mouth. She wanted Celia to watch her sucking this cock. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed important.

And she should have an excellent view. Celia should be looking up at Charlie’s cock and balls from just inches away. The smooth skin of his penis sliding through Rosalie’s lips should be very up close.

The hard, hot flesh on her tongue was exciting and wonderful but it was also a distraction. Rosalie was trying to keep her attention on Celia, flicking her eyes back and forth from Jason’s cock in her pussy and then back to Celia’s eyes.

“Don’t come,” Celia moaned.

“Who are you talking to?” Jason asked. “I’m starting to get close.”

“Both of you, stupidhead. I’m just the tester. Rosalie is the one you’re auditioning for. If either of you come now, show’s over. Besides, I’m not on the pill and you’re not using a condom. I don’t want that stuff inside me today.”

“Then we’d better change off pretty soon,” he said.

“I’m ready,” Charlie agreed. “I want to try some pussy.”

Rosalie reluctantly released Charlie’s cock from her mouth and lay down to be fucked by Jason. But Celia objected. “No. Not yet. I’m not done evaluating. When I decide who is the best fucker, that’s the one who gets you. Just suck his cock while I try out Charlie.”

That was acceptable. Rosalie got back on her knees and knelt at Celia’s side. She leaned across her to taste Jason’s Celia-flavored dick while Celia herself got plugged with a new man’s cock. Rosalie grinned around Jason at the grunting sound Celia made. Mission accomplished, she thought. Celia had long wanted both these men. Now it was done. She might be less shy in the future, and even if she wasn’t, these guys would surely come back for seconds and thirds and fourths.

Rosalie was also enjoying the adventure. Rosalie had never tasted pussy before. But she had bathed Charlie’s cock with her tongue, coating it with her spit, before he plunged it into Celia. And now Jason’s dick was in her mouth, soaked in Celia’s juices. It was almost like she was licking Celia’s cunt. She savored the experience,

“I’ve made a decision,” Celia panted as Charlie continued to ride her. “Jason is quite the excellent fucker, but Charlie’s the one having me right now. I think my favorite is always going to be the one on top of me.”

“A cock in the bush is better than the one in the friend?” Rosalie teased.

“Exactly. So Jason can fuck you now if you want him to.”

“Oh, I do! If he’s ready.”

“I have never been so ready,” Jason said, pulling out of her mouth and practically shoving her onto

My Sister’s Best Friend

Piper's Posts — Sun, 29 Jun 2025 16:23:00 +0000

“It’s okay, you can look all you want,"

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.

My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career. When the phone rang, we both thought it is either Mom or Dad checking up on us, we both argued on who would pick it up. I picked up the phone and was delighted to hear that it wasn’t Mom or Dad, but one of my sisters friends from college. I threw the phone on the chaise lounge and jumped in the pool, my sister, rather disgusted that she would have to leave the cool water to pick up the phone because I wouldn’t bring it to her.

“Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.”

She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.”

I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!” “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!” I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest. She just walked away. About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me. I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen. She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach. I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle.

My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump. “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool. I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks. The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up. I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?” Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes. I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say. She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.”

I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed. A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway. Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?” I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock. I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.”

About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!” I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well. The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped. “What’s this, as she reached under the water and grabbed the front of my trunks.”

I must of looked scared to her because she looked at me and said, “it’s okay as long as this for me.”

I said, “of course it is, I have been this way since I first saw you walk through the porch door.”

Danni smiled again and said, “good, because I’m really horny now and I need you bad.”

She reached down and pulled my trunks down to my ankles, lifted off her bikini top and crushed her breasts against me as she went back to kissing me passionately. I fumbled to reach the ties at her hips that would release the bikini bottoms, so that I could see her in all of her naked glory. The sun, the water, her body all of these I was loving. I couldn’t wait for her to touch me, I couldn’t wait to touch her. I reached my hand between us and found her stomach, I slowly moved my hand south until I found her belly button, I played with the ring there and then moved south again.

My hand felt her soft hair, flowing in the water, tickling my fingers as I explored. When I finally reached my destination and touched her for the first time, she gasped her delight and grabbed my erection firmly. I started to move my head down to her neck, kissing and licking as I went down to her chest, which was barely covered in the cool water.

I dragged her down farther into the shallow end and began my descent again. I kissed her, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, I nibbled and slowly moved down to the place between her breasts and her neck. Every time that I concentrated on an area for a moment, I was greeted with a moan and her hand moving up and down on my erection.

When I reached her breasts, I slowly licked my way around her nipples, being very careful, not to touch the nipple. She was growing more and more excited, with my hand still playing down below and me teasing her breasts at the same time. She pushed me away and sat me on the stairs at the end of the pool, “enough playing, I want you now!” She straddled my legs and let me kiss her breasts for a moment, which I finally moved my tongue around her nipples, she moaned and dropped down, engulfing my erection inside of her.

The coolness of the water, the heat between our legs was becoming too much for the two of us. We were both trying to make it last, she was moving very slowly up and down on my lap, moaning every inch that I moved in or out. She began kissing me wildly, moaning my name as we continued closer and closer towards are impending orgasms. Her body was incredible, shimmering off the water and sweat rolling off of her.

I couldn’t hold out any longer as we both started moving more quickly. We both climaxed about the same time, each one moaning and grasping for breath. She collapsed in my arms in one great moment of release. She kissed me once again with great passion and then went to retrieve her suit. “Your sister will be home soon, and she will never know about this, understood?” “My lips are sealed,” I said as I replaced my trunks on my body. I phoned my mother and told her the good news, “I know what college I want to go to.”

By Fugman for Tumblr.

My Wife, The Model?

Piper's Posts — Sat, 28 Jun 2025 16:23:00 +0000

My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill.

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast. Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure. With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”

This is a dream that I have often fantasized with my wife about, she always said that she would never pose for pictures for anyone but me. One day when Kristen was at work, I went out and rented a nice professional . camera with all of the attachments, a few lights, and I even had our friend Cassandra come over to help me out. Cassie is a professional beautician, and she agrees that Kristen should be a model.

It was party Cassie’s plan to get Kristen all made up and then take pictures of her. I knew that we couldn’t take pictures of her with our house, which looks like a shack on its best day, so I went downtown and rented a luxury suite for the night. When Kristen came home from work, Cassie was already there, and she told her that Kristen was going out for a night on the town and wear something sexy and pack an overnight bag.

I was adjusting the lighting when my beautiful wife and Cassie showed up. Kristen couldn’t believe all of the trouble that I went through to pull this off, I looked at Cassie and said “thanks, Kristen Looks incredible.”

Cassie said thanks and instructed Kristen to show her the Pictures when it’s all said and done. My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill and said, “Beautiful!” in my best European accent. She laughed and started to pose, I snapped picture after picture, saying “Beautiful,” with every snap. I must have gone through about four rolls of thirty five millimeter, when Kristen started removing her clothes. Step by step, her body started becoming more visible to me, I tried to stay in character, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

Once Kristen was naked in front of me, I kept snapping pictures, more and more, close-ups, different angles, I couldn’t get enough of her. The clicking of the camera was inspiring Kristen to perform, her inhibitions were dropping and she was becoming more and more erotic. Her fingers were exploring her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, that’s when one hand dropped between her legs. Her head tilted back, “snap, snap,” moving her hand back and forth between her legs, “snap, snap.”

Breathing heavier and heavier, the camera clicking as my wife, Mrs. Conservative was masturbating in front of some European photographer who kept saying, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

When she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, her hands were moving faster and faster, her breathing getting deeper and deeper. I kept trying to stay in character, but every now and then a “wow” would escape my lips. Here is my wife moaning and moaning in front of me and I just kept taking pictures. When she screamed out her orgasm and laid down on the window sill, I took a few more pictures and then I packed up the gear and made my exit saying, “Beautiful!” about a hundred times. I had the film developed the next day and I can only imagine the expressions on the guys faces who developed the film. Watching my wife, picture by picture masturbating in front of them, I wonder if they said, “Beautiful, Beautiful!”

By Fugman for Tumblr.

Laying Pipe: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 28 Jun 2025 12:59:09 +0000

Laying Pipe: Part 2

John continued finding the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights.

“Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?”

Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light switch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top.

Dark skinny jeans cupped her curves and legs, the outfit terminating functionally in dark tennis shoes

“You’re Tom’s.” I stated simply, laying a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder.

A flash in her eyes- she was honestly angry, “We have an arrangement. Lacey, obviously, isn’t a fucking part of it.”

Shit. They were in an open marriage. She’d just been fucking around teasing me, before. Uh, until I put it to their daughter.

“Beth, she’s an adult, we had some fun, there’s no reason to be tense, I’m just your friend.” I defended myself.

Oh, man, that was the wrong thing to say. Beth jerked, and snagged my wavering dick. Twisting sharply, she demanded, “How are you my friend? We trusted you as a neighbor, I, might, have wanted to screw you, and I catch you fucking my daughter? Is that what friends do?”

A moment after the sudden pain started, I wrapped a thick hand around Beth’s throat and pushed her onto the bed. Her hand tightened until I squeezed her neck and both of her hands flew to my grip. The hot surge of adrenaline had me hard, and I momentarily felt the coarse denim of Beth’s jeans beneath my cock. I was, now, choking a woman who had twisted my dick- after finding me nutting her daughter. What the fuck is my life?

I pressed Beth into the bedding and she made, the single horniest noise I’ve ever heard from a woman. Somewhere between a groan and a purr, she glared at me through lusty eyes. Her breathing was fast and straining. Her flushed cheeks and expression rattled a memory of a deeply submissive former partner. I suddenly suspected Beth had been out on the twilight veranda longer than her surging, violent response implied.

So, I did something insane. I didn’t release her throat, but I did wrench her jeans down with my free hand. They slipped down her wide hips easily. The top buttons of her fly had been undone beneath the edge of her shirt. Beneath a tiny, lacey, tan thong, which peeled over her perfectly fat ass. As I pulled her dark skinny jeans to her knees. The weird declaration of ownership over me, the teasing, the disheveled jeans, and uncharacteristic transition to physical violence, the absurd intimacy of having sought to punish my statement by grabbing my cock, her body wavered between fury and lust; was utterly betrayed by the musk of her ardor and dripping mess of her bald pussy.

Wordlessly; thoughtlessly, really; I stepped to the soft, exposed curve of her ass and ran the stone column of my erection over her cleft and clit. Her breath caught, her hands on my arm holding her by the throat drove long, perfectly manicured nails into my skin. I twisted my other hand in the knot of garments I held at her calves, soles of her tennis shoes held heavenward, restraining her entirely except for her hands. I pressed her legs back until her naked thighs were against her cream shirt, and her sopping pussy and ass were hoisted between us.

Her eyes widened and I shifted her until my cock matched the entrance of her vulva. And, then, I pushed. Her body resisted, the membranes of her labia dragging harshly over the still-sticky skin of my cock, but I withdrew and pressed until the dampness of her own arousal slicked my passage, and I was slapping steadily into Beth.

She released her painful grip from my arm and covered her face, grunting softly with pleasure and frustration each time my fat rod bottomed out entirely. I didn’t just thrust, I hauled the mostly clothed woman to me as I drove and heaved her away as I withdrew. Her hairless, soaking cunt was, yet, unbelievably tight, gripping me obscenely as I used her roughly, soft ass and thighs rippled and bounced against the hairy muscles of my abdomen and groin.

Beth trembled abruptly, hands grabbing at my left forearm, again. Her eyes were clamped closed and face caught in an ecstatic rictus. I wondered, briefly, as her pelvic floor twisted even tighter around my intruding mass, if she was as sensitive as her daughter, post-orgasm.

I hugged her legs in my right arm and redoubled the pace. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth gaped in a ragged gasp. I ran my left hand up her neck, pressing a finger across her lips, shushing her with a meaningful tilt of my head towards the bathroom door, beyond which we could still hear Lacey showering. Then I twisted my fingers in her hair and began to slam-fuck Beth in earnest.

In rough, rapid thrusts, I tried to put a seam across where I folded her legs against her chest, and a permanent claim to a gape in her cunt. The bed protested, but I ignored it’s complaints as I ignored Beth’s sharp grapple that slowly raised painful furrows across my back and up my shoulders. Sweat beaded across my body, Beth’s wetness dripped off my balls. Her eyes were tightly shut, again, head twisted back by my fist in her brown locks. Her legs flailed and spasmed incessantly in my embrace, and I hunched tighter to avoid the sweep of her tennis shoes. Her pussy clenched and flexed in time with her panting breaths. My own breathing was hot at her throat.

Purposefully, I drove myself on until the thought occurred to me; that I hadn’t gotten to see those massive tits swinging as I rode her. Abruptly I could take no more, and was cumming, exhaling in restrained groans, back arching, and pouring into the woman beneath me.

I released my hold on the hard-breathing milf’s hair and momentarily collapsed. I felt fluid dripping between us. I hauled myself back upright, proud post slipping from her depths. I raised her slightly off the bed, watching the tremble in her legs and quiver of her holes slow and relax. The bedspread at the corner I had fucked her on was dark and our mix flowed freely down her tawny ass to join the stain. The effluence from her orifice subsided and I released her legs, dropping her on her side. Bleary eyed, she, nonetheless, reached down with the green and gold silk robe, still half twisted in her left hand, and wiped resolutely at her abused sex while carefully sitting up on the edge of the bed.

I pulled my underwear and jeans on and tossed my cum-stained shirt onto the bed, deciding the bedspread was just going in the laundry, too. I knelt between Beth’s spread knees, legs still trapped in the twisted knot of her jeans and panties. I cleaned stray droplets of sweat and cum from her bare thighs with a clean corner of the bedspread before deciding getting her jeans up was a lost cause and slipping her shoes, pants and undergarment gently off.

Keen awareness of the importance of aftercare, and post-nut clarity of exactly how roughly I had handled her was suddenly forefront in my mind. Her eyes avoided mine, and she pointed to her pants as I ran the blanket one last time up her thighs. “My phone?” she supplicated. I produced it from her back pocket and handed the chrome and glass sliver to her. Immediately, she began sending a text.

Just another (not) normal day at work.

by IwishIweredreaming. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.

When David got to work that morning he went through his normal routine of logging into his computer and signing into everything. After he was all signed in, he walked across the breezeway to the service department to see who was working that morning. He was happy to see it was Zelda.

Zelda was a perky twenty-something who most likely got hired primarily because of her looks. She was right around five and a half feet, with dirty blonde hair that when out of it’s normal sloppy bun reached down to the middle of her back. She was very petite and David guessed she was maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She had these perky B cups that the tight fitting uniform shirt she wore accentuated perfectly. Today she was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that lifted her tiny round peach of an ass even higher. David, being forty one and divorced never really gave her much of a second glance since he assumed she would never go for a guy like him. Plus he never liked to shit where he ate.

He had learned the hard way when he was much younger that getting into a fling at work is just a big mistake. David walked through the automatic doors and stood at the counter.

“Morning’.” He said, throwing her a small, sideways smile.

“Good Morning!” Zelda said in her normal happy tone. “How are you today Davey?” She continued, throwing him a big toothy grin.

“Aww, ya know, normal old guy stuff. I creak and pop when I stand up, especially this early in the morning.”

“You aren’t that old. What are you, thirty eight? Maybe nine.”

“I’m forty one,” he said with a low chuckle. “How many do we have on the schedule for today?”

“Um, four. One oil change, one inspection slash emissions, and two buff and shines.”

“So, I get to pull one little oil filter today. So glad I got up at the ass crack of dawn for this.” David said as he started to walk towards the door to go back into parts.

“Awww, yeah, but then you wouldn’t be here with me silly!” She said as she leaned slightly over the counter.

When she rested her elbows on the counter he couldn’t help but notice that her shirt must have caught on something because it was pulled down and her left breast had popped up and he could see her nipple. He felt his dick tighten ever so slightly in his tight boxer briefs.

“Yeah, I guess not,” he said as he walked through the doorway.

Once back inside the parts office he adjusted his dick as he sat down. He still had the image of that perky little tit on his mind. She had the tiniest, cutest little nipple with barely any areola. The soft pinkness of it was a stark contrast to the tan tone of her breast, and the rest of her body for that matter. Clearly she either went to a tanning salon or sunbathed topless. He wondered if she had no tan lines down below and his cock stiffened a little bit more. He adjusted it by grabbing it and moving it to lay against his right leg. When the fabric of his boxers slid across his cut cock it felt so good and he felt a drop of precum form.

Why the fuck am I so damn horny all of a sudden? He asked himself.

Get your shit together David. You are at work and she is almost half your age.

He was snapped out of it by a car pulling into the service drop off area. The squeal of the tires on the polished concrete grated on his nerves as it made its way around the corner and came to a stop directly in front of the parts window. Inside was the meanest looking old man who just looked like he was born miserable.

I feel bad for Zelda if this guy is in some kind of mood, he thought to himself as he stood up to walk to the shelf to grab an oil filter, his only one for the day, and walked it out to the lone technician there. He dropped it on the tool box and proceeded to walk outside to grab a quick smoke before he sat down and did nothing for the rest of the miserable day.

As he sat outside and smoked his cigarette he tried to take his mind, which had wandered back to Zelda’s perky little tit, off of such things by scrolling through Facebook. It wasn’t working. The way she leaned forward and appeared to be throwing herself towards him had gotten a rise out of him. His cock was still a little stiff and sensitive. He could feel where the drop of precum had landed on his thigh. It felt cool compared to the heat and humidity in the air that day. Midsummer Pennsylvania weather where the sun is trying to kill you and the humidity is his little accomplice… He finished his cigarette and walked back to his tomb. He sat down at his computer, pulled out his phone and started playing solitaire. He looked at the clock on his computer screen. 8:45 it showed. Great, he thought to himself, only three hours and fifteen minutes left.

After a few minutes David decided to walk into the back and clean up a little bit. When he had been back there for no more than ten minutes, he heard the door from the shop open up and heard small footsteps come running into the back where he was standing just out of sight around the corner. It was Zelda and she appeared to be crying.

“Everything okay,” he asked her.

She looked up at David standing there, clearly startled.

“No, that old asshole was a horrible man. He just wanted to bitch about everything and he was just. so mean!” She blurted out as she began to sob into her hands again. He moved closer to her, lightly putting a hand on her shoulder. Half expecting her to move away, she instead moved in closer, now sobbing into his chest. He felt himself get hard again. He shifted his hips away from her so she wouldn’t feel his dick standing at attention. He stood there holding her for a minute or two until she stopped crying. She pulled herself away from him and looked up into his face.

“I’m sorry I cried all over you,” she said as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “you must think I’m some sort of baby. Letting a customer get to me like that.”

“Nah,” he replied. “It happens sometimes. I usually come back here and use the tires as a punching bag though. I’ve definitely had a small breakdown or two on my way home.”

She let out a little laugh and looked down at her feet. That was when she noticed the bulge in his pants.

“Oh my,” she said, “did I cause that?”

She reached her hand out and cupped the bulge into her hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“Shit, I’m sorry. It just sort of popped up.” He said hoping she would laugh and not be upset.

“Don’t apologize. It’s flattering. And from the feel of it,” she went from cupping his bulge to grabbing his cock through his work pants, “nice and thick.” She leaned in while still holding his dick in her hand and kissed him. Just a light kiss on the lips.

The kiss was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the shop.

“We will continue this later,” she said with her trademark grin as she turned and walked out of the parts room. He watched as her tiny, perky little ass rounded the corner. He looked down at his dick and sighed, “I hope you know what you’re getting us into here.” He said out loud. He adjusted his dick as best he could and walked back to the parts counter. Once he was seated at his desk he looked at the clock once more. 9:20.

The rest of the day went without incident. The cars were done and no more were coming in so it was a race between David and the technician there today to see who could take the most smoke breaks. Zelda was doing her thing in the service office and hadn’t been over near the parts counter since their encounter earlier. The few times she had walked past the window she had thrown a quick, yet somehow sultry, glance his way. Each time she did that his cock would start getting hard. David still had no idea why he was so horny today, but he was glad about it. He briefly wondered if maybe him being horny was being picked up by Zelda but quickly dismissed it. That was just crazy thinking.

Noon came eventually and it was time to close up shop. The technician had already left twenty minutes ago and it was just Zelda and David left in the building. As he was locking up the parts room she was closing the inner garage door. He stopped and waited for her to finish locking up. Goddamn! She has the perfect little ass! He thought to himself. He continued to watch and found himself wondering what her pussy tasted like. His dick, once again, started to get hard. She turned around and looked at his face, then his crotch.

“You must really like me, huh?” She said with a slight chuckle.

“I guess so. It’s been a constant struggle all morning. I guess I’m just in some sorta mood.” He replied with a shrug.

“Let’s go take care of that real quick,” She said as she turned to walk into the breakroom.

“The camera is broken. Has been for months. The owners are too cheap to fix it. Besides, no one else is left down here.”

She walked up to him and started undoing his belt. He went to say something and she shushed him by kissing him. Her lips were soft and warm. The lip gloss she was wearing tasted like cherry. Her tongue flicked lightly at his lips. She put a finger to his lips telling him to not talk. He wasn’t going to argue. She had his pants unbuttoned now and reached in to grab his now fully erect cock.

He wasn’t long, maybe five and a half inches, but he was thick. Her tiny hand felt even smaller on his cock. She got down on her knees and kissed the tip of his dick getting a fairly large drop of pre-cum on her lips. Rather than licking it off she stood back up and kissed David, this time pushing her tongue past his lips. He kissed her back and pulled her into himself. Since he stood at least seven inches taller than her she was barely standing on the tips of her toes. Instead he was practically picking her up, his fat cock was pressed between him and the mound of her pussy. He could feel where her pussy lips started through the taught fabric of her yoga pants. He could feel the heat of her pussy on his dick and could tell she was getting wet. She broke the kiss and let herself down.

“I saw you today. The way you looked at my tit this morning. Did you like it? I did it just for you.”

David was stunned. “You did that on purpose?” He asked, still dumbfounded at what he had just heard.

“I see the way you look at me sometimes. I like it. I like you. You make me laugh. Now, what are we going to do about that?” She asked, gesturing towards his cock. “I think you need a little more teasing first. Will you eat my pussy?”

“Abso fucking lutely.”

He helped her take her shirt off, finally exposing her breasts. She didn’t have a bra underneath, not that she needed one anyway. He gently grabbed her right breast and flicked his tongue across her nipple before sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, then repeated the process on her left breast. Her perfume, mixed with the light sweat she had worked up that day, tasted like heaven to David. He licked her nipples some more, switching back and forth between them before kissing his way down to her belly button and finally to her pussy.

Once he was down on his knees in front of her he grabbed her hips and turned her around. She leaned over, resting her arms on the counter. He ran his tongue from her pussy up her ass crack through the fabric of her yoga pants while grabbing the waistband and pulling her pants, along with her panties down to just above her knees. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks in his hands, spread her apart and licked her from her pussy all the way up to the upper cleft of her butt. She tasted amazing. He could still taste and smell the remaining scent of whatever body wash she had used that morning along with her natural smell.

She moaned as he leaned back in and started licking inside her pussy. The tip of his nose was pressed firmly against her tight little asshole. As his tongue explored inside her dripping wet pussy she wiggled her hips back and forth rubbing her asshole on his nose. Taking the hint he moved his tongue up and licked her asshole hard. Stopping with the tip of his tongue pressed against it. She immediately started pressing back into his face. He held on tightly to her hips and was pulling his face into her as much as he could. Her moans were getting louder. She reached her hand back and grabbed his hair. She pulled his head into her and started grinding her ass on his face. His tongue was pressed further into her ass. He moved a hand from her hip and inserted two fingers into her pussy and bent them forward, looking for her g-spot. She jumped a little when he found it and he pressed down harder while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She now had both arms back on the counter to keep herself from falling over as she writhed herself along his face. His tongue was now fully inserted into her tight little asshole. He could feel her getting wetter as he rubbed both her clit and her g-spot. He worked a third finger inside her and she moaned even louder.

“More,” she panted, “Put the rest inside me. Please.”

He wasted no time and worked his pinky inside of her.

“More.”

“More?” He asked.

“Yes!”

He stopped rubbing her clit and pulled his fingers out slightly and slowly worked his thumb in. He slowly turned his hand at the wrist back and forth getting as much of her pussy juices on his hand as he could. His thumb was now into the first knuckle. Her moans were being accompanied with heavy panting and her pussy was literally dripping. Long tendrils of her thick juices were clinging to her inner thigh and his hand. Soon he had his hand worked up to the last knuckles on his thumb and fingers. With one final gentle push his hand was inside of her. He used his entire hand to rub her g-spot and the entire area surrounding it by closing his fingers into a loose fist. She let out a grunt followed by a moan.

“I’m going to cum,” She said, lick my asshole some more.“

“Yes ma'am,” he replied.

He had to stand up to one side of her and lean over to get at her asshole. Using his one free hand he pulled her right cheek to the side and started flicking his tongue across her sweet hole. She reached a hand out and started stroking his cock. The head was slick with more pre-cum and she was using it as lube.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Right there. I’m cum… ” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Instead it turned into a yell. Her pussy clamped down on his wrist, as did her hand on his cock, and she started to shudder.

Suddenly he felt a rush of warm liquid spray out of her stretched pussy as she squirted with each contraction of her orgasm. The tightness of it around his wrist made it spray out in every direction. A puddle had formed between her feet. She continued to shudder for another moment or two before he felt her muscles relax and he slowly, in a back and forth twisting motion, slid his hand out of her pussy. As his knuckles slid out her knees buckled slightly. He grabbed her around the waist and let her down gently.

She reached her hand out and grabbed his throbbing cock, pulling him over to her. She took his cock into her mouth. All the way in. He could feel her tiny lips around his fat cock, her teeth were barely able to keep from scraping. He wouldn’t have minded. Sometimes it felt kinda good. He could just barely feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She continued with the up and down sucking motion and added in her hands. She had both hands wrapped around his fat dick and her fingers were only barely overlapping each other. She was definitely experienced and knew how to handle such a girthy cock. He briefly imagined what it would be like to have her at the center of a gang bang. The thought shot through him like a lighting bolt. He suddenly felt like he was going to cum.

“Bend over again. I want to fuck you.” He told her.

Without a word she stood up, bent over onto the counter and stuck her ass out. He gave it a quick lick from clit to asshole before standing up and pressing the head of his cock against her waiting pussy. She reached her hands back and spread her cheeks for him. He slid his cock into her pussy and was amazed with how tight it felt considering he had just fucked her with his fist. He started pumping slowly. Going halfway in then out before slamming all the way into her. Since she was slightly lower than him his cock was hitting the area just above her g-spot. She arched her back up some so he was able to come straight down into her and soon he was hitting her g-spot with each full thrust.

It didn’t take long before she was cumming again. She let go of her ass cheeks to steady herself on the counter. He felt her muscles tense up and she began to shudder once more. With each downward thrust she moaned and squirted. The front of his pants and the back of hers were soaked through. Her pussy was continually clamping down on his cock and the feeling of it was amazing. He was going to cum. He picked up his pace and soon he was grunting as well. He was now slamming into her already abused pussy. With a final grunt and thrust he emptied his load into her. He continued pumping in rhythm with her muscle contractions. He stayed inside of her until his cock, now completely flaccid, slid out of her along with a thick string of his cum. She reached a hand underneath and formed a cup with her hand. She collected as much of the cum in her hand as she could and proceeded to rub it all over her pussy and clit. Her pussy looked like it had a glaze over it as his thick cum covered it all. She stood up and turned around. She stared him in the eyes as she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the remainder of his cum off. She then proceeded to pull her pants up a little too high and made sure that the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. She walked the few steps over to him while running her hand along the outline of her crotch and leaned up to kiss him. He could taste his cum on her lips and tongue. As they kissed she was stroking his flaccid cock.

“See you Monday,” she said as she pulled away and started towards the door. She paused as she held the door part way open and blew him a kiss.

“Later, Davey.” She said, “Call me sometime.”

And with that she walked through the door leaving David standing in the middle of the breakroom with his dick hanging out. He looked at the mess around him as he put his dick away and buckled his pants.

“I ain’t cleaning this fucking mess up.”

by IwishIweredreaming for Literotica

Young Bride: Given In Marriage.

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 26 Jun 2025 06:57:00 +0000

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.

by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.

I nod in respect as I enter my father’s study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.

He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said; “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”

“ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.

“Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.

“My household?” I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.

“This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”

“So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.

“You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”

“Procedures?” I asked.

“Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”

“Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father’s office.

My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn’t know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.

“The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.

So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.

I didn’t wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.

He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.

“Lady Cecily? I’m doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”

“What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.

“Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.

I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.

“Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”

“Excuse me… I never… “ I’m at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.

“It’s very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger’s single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That’s good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”

“Am I sinning?” I ask almost in a whisper.

“Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn’t have? Don’t lie. I’m a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”

“No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.

“Relax, it’s a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper. “With God’s Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”

I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn’t want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.

“Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”

“No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”

I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.

“You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”

I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.

“Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.

I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.

“Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it’s very important.”

Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.

“I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool. Numbers appear every few centimetres.

“This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”

I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can’t take it. Indeed, it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.

“Go ahead. I won’t finish this visit until you take.”

I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.

“Try again,” he orders.

“I ca ca.” I want to say I can’t make it, but I can’t form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.

“Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I’ll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”

I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn’t need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I’m running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.

“10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.

“In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”

Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.

“Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”

“Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”

I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.

“The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”

“Who is it? My fiancé?”

“Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.” She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.

I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father’s possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.

“Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.

“Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don’t, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”

I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents’ marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.

“Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”

“I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.

“Can it be a little looser, please?”

“Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.

I smile because I would be lying if I didn’t like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.

“Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”

“It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”

A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!

“So when? When will it happen?” I ask.

“In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”

For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.

My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.

I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.

“Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.

“A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon. I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.” I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.

I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.

My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn’t cover anything.

Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.

“Hello My Spouse-to-be. I’m sure you’re surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”

“I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”

“Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I’ve discussed this with your parents, so you don’t have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”

“At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”

I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.

“ Once you’ve done that, put on your belt. We don’t want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”

“Then take your phone and call the number below…”

“Your future husband”

I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door

I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.

“Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.
I’ve been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Okay.. so we can start.”

“Start wha, ah, ah!” I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.

“ What’s wrong, doll?” I heard the man’s amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that’s too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”

I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn’t help but sigh.

They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.

“Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”

“You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”

“It was wonderful. Thank you… what’s your name?”

“You’ll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it’s not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?

by Lady_Mary for Literotica

One Every Hour

Piper's Posts — Wed, 25 Jun 2025 16:23:00 +0000

I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?”

based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;

Welcome To Connected Podcast

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

We’ve been married now for just a few years, Samantha and I. We’ve enjoyed a healthy and exciting sex life so far, with twists and turns every once and a while. I never could have expected what would happen one spring day that Sam was home while I was working.

Sam got up with me that morning, made breakfast for me while I took my shower and shaved. I finished up, ate breakfast, gave her a kiss and I was on my way to work. I was out at the car as she came to the driveway with just a skimpy white shirt and her black lace panties, “I love you baby, see you tonight,” “I love you too! I said as I got in the car.

Once I arrived at work, I looked at my phone and noticed I had a new message from Sam, “Enjoy you’re ‘One Every Hour,’ I Love You!” I scratched my head as I didn’t know what she meant at the time. It exactly nine o’clock, she texted me again, this time it was a picture of her, black and white, sexy as hell, just her with her glasses on and with a pencil suggestively between her lips. I was still looking at the picture of my wife when the phone buzzed in my hand, “Just an hour til the next one.”

I couldn’t get it out of my head, I tried to concentrate on work.

I was nervous of what she was planning for me throughout the day, because my office has clear glass walls and my desk is clearly visible to the entire office. Still, I couldn’t wait until the next image.

My phone buzzed again at ten o’clock, another black and white picture, this one just showed her black panties around her ankles. I can only think, maybe I should go home early? I texted her, “do you need me to come home?” “Don’t you dare, you need to work all day!” I was disappointed but excited by the prospects as the day rolled on.

I messaged her again, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come home?” “No, and stop texting me, just enjoy your ‘One Every Hour” and I will see you tonight.”

I anxiously awaited whatever came in the next hour. Minutes dragged on forever, my mind was definitely not at the office, it was definitely elsewhere. I thought to myself I am going to go home at lunch, but then I couldn’t wait to see how the day played out. “Buzz” my phone indicated it was eleven, again a black and white picture, this one, my wife’s gorgeous bare backside as she retrieved the laundry from the dryer. I think she must have used the timer, this was no selfie, this was taken at a distance. Wow, this day sure was going to be interesting. “One Every Hour?” I was never going to get any work done.

Lunch time, and my phone went off again, I grabbed it as soon as I could, anxiously awaiting the next black and white image of Sam, each one was more revealing than the last. Oh man, I love this woman, in this picture, she was standing with her backside in front of the wide-open window in our bedroom, holding a very sheer white sheet in front of her, I could tell she was completely naked. The outline of her nipples, the curve of her body. The way she stood with her legs slightly open, I could make out the shape of her pubic region. This picture was again from a short distance, and with her hand on the sheet, it was no selfie!

About twenty minutes later, I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?” “Hell Yes, Baby! I can call it a day and come home if you want!” Another quick reply, “No! That’s against the rules!“ The phone buzzed again “Stop texting me!”

I did what I was told, I resisted the urge, no matter how hard it was, to go home early. I tried to work, checked my emails, tried to think about anything other than what was going on at my house without me. Every time I thought of the previous picture, I would harden again. I didn’t know where she was going with all of this, but I was happily enjoying the ride.

12:53, I had the phone in my hand awaiting the next message. The anticipation of what was coming next was soon to be answered. Would I get to see her gorgeous naked body yet, I was already hard and finding it difficult to sit still as the minutes slowly passed.

12:59, come on, one more minute, the clock struck one and nothing happened, no message; come on now, what is going on? No picture? You can’t do that to me, you just can’t! I put the phone down, discouraged and upset, unsure of what was happening. The phone finally went off at 1:10 pm with a new text, no picture! “Are you Anxious?” I could tell, she was having fun with me. “Baby, I might as well come home, it’s not like I am doing anything remotely connected to work!” “Sorry, with a wink emoji!”

1:15, I finally got my next picture. She was now in the bathroom, standing in the shower, holding the sheet still, however this sheet was absolutely clinging to her every curve. The water trickled over the sheet, making the fabric all but invisible. Every inch of her body was completely in view, the sheet was so transparent, I could see the droplets of water glistening on her skin. Oh my, she was so breath-taking, not to mention the effect it was having on other parts of me.

Each new image that came to my phone was even hotter than the previous one. I refused to put my phone down at this point, there is no telling when I will receive the next black and white moment of this incredible day. Back to tinkering on the computer, just to appear busy to everyone in the office. It’s almost two o’clock now, is she going to be prompt? Promptness is a good thing I believe.

When two o’clock came around, I was excited to hear the phone go off, I looked around the office before I opened it up. Another black and white image, A close-up of her naked chest, water shimmying off of her skin. Her nipples were erect and droplets of moisture slid off of the tips. This image was really close, I could not see anything but her chest, but wow, what a picture! I kept looking up, praying that nobody in the office saw me staring at my screen all day long.

At this point, I was completely transfixed by my phone, there was no way I was doing any work, not when this woman is tormenting me like this. Luckily, my desk is angled in such a way that no one sees the lack of work being done on my computer, they just see that I am sitting in front of it.

Is it almost three yet? just a couple of more images, then I will be on the drive home. I have never been a clock watcher at work, but suddenly today, I am checking it quite frequently. 2:45, are you kidding me? I have to wait 15 more minutes? This is killing me, I can’t wait! My mind wandered, of course to her and what we were going to do when I finally get the chance to arrive home.

Just then, the phone came alive again. I looked at the clock, it’s three, it’s here! Alright, let me see the next image. Another black and white image, her well sculpted ass this time, another close-up, still glistening from her shower. I’ve just about seen every inch of her at this point, I can’t wait until I get to touch her, feel her as I plunge inside of her. I’ve worked myself into a frenzy, why is she torturing me? why can’t I just go home? Why do I have to pretend to work, as she is having all of the fun? Don’t get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying every picture, but I want to be home.

“Buzz,” “Only 2 more to go, can you handle it?” “That was Rhetorical, no response please!”

She’s having too much fun, I thought to myself, I’m just going to get some work done, but, when I get home though, she is going to suffer! Who am I kidding? I will anxiously await the next two images and then fly like hell to get home to her. John, A colleague, came into my office with a question and I had to pretend that I am working hard, I was but not in the way he thinks. I was happy he came in and distracted me for a few moments, but he better not still be here at 4:00! We talked for a few moments until around 3:55pm, I mentioned to him that I had a call to make and he kindly left my office.

I watched the clock on my phone change from 3:59 to 4:00 as it buzzed in my hand. Another black and white close-up, this time of my Sam’s wet and very smooth pubic area. She has never shaved it completely bare before, and with the moisture glistening off of her bare skin and making her lips shine, everything was on display for my pleasure. I was extremely hard and horny and ready to go, what? another hour? what does she have left to show me?

I had to wait until my erection died down to retire to the restroom with my phone and my pictures. It was a very long bathroom break, at least 15 minutes or so, but man, I had 8 pictures to browse through. I finished up, and went back to my office and sat down in front of my computer screen.

“Buzz,” “one more to go, should I send it now, or should I wait?” She was having way too much fun at my expense, and I loved every agonizing minute of it.

I could not wait until 5, what would the next image be? I can only imagine, or fantasize what would come next. It’ll only be about 10 minutes from now, these last few minutes are really going to drag on.

The phone came to life, “I don’t want you to wait anymore!” “Drive safe!” and the next image came in. This one was in color, Sam was laying on the bed, naked and another woman was naked on top of her. I could tell Sam was enjoying herself, the glow of passion in her face as the woman kissed her neck, ooh man, I did not expect this. Off to the bathroom, or speed home to take care of them.

“Buzz,” “You’ve seen my new friend Paige, the last three pictures were of her, now come meet her!” I grabbed my coat and practically ran to the door. Traffic was slow, and I was impatient to get home, red lights were the worst, “come on, I need to be somewhere!” Another message? I grabbed the phone, opened the text; ”Did you enjoy your treat? Paige and I have been having fun all day, she had me shave her, did you like it? Should I shave too?” I think I ran the last two lights and tore into the driveway and jumped out and went inside.

By Fugman for Tumblr.

Laying Pipe: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 23 Jun 2025 17:33:00 +0000

John finds the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.

Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"

After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."

In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.

Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.

The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.

Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.

I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.

Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.

There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?"

"Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."

I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"

Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."

I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"

Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.

There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"

She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break."

"U of O, yeah?"

Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"

I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy."

"I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."

I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed."

"Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.

I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."

Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."

Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.

I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.

I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"

She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."

I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."

She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.

I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.

She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.

I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."

I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."

I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.

I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass.

"Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving.

"Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."

I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.

I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.

Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.

I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.

I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.

Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.

A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?"

"Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread.

"In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips.

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.

I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.

That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed.

"Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf.

"Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.

By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica

Cock, Available For Marriage

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 22 Jun 2025 19:21:00 +0000

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.

by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One

Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories.

The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.

All females received free memberships, but as a male, I’d have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account.

I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined.

After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye;

“Cock wanted for potential marriage!”

There was no picture and the profile was very simple.

“Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.”

The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses.

I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn’t looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway.

I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through.

I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on.

Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn’t all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me.

Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background.

I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.”

I fired off the three best pictures with a short message,

“Cock needing a vagina!”

Then I waited….

After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her,

“Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you’ll find an address for a doctor’s appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.”

It was signed, “Vagina.”

It also had a P.S.,

“Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don’t spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!”

The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away.

As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days.

On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part.

I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate.

I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby.

The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.”

I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny.

My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release.

I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson.

She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn’t be my real name.

“Ok, Mister Johnson, you’re all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you.

To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like;

“How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?”

I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers.

I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven’t impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form.

Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone.

The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me,

“Mister Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Doctor Phillips.”

I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me.

“Come on back and we’ll get started.”

She led me down a short hallway to her office.

“Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!”

“Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials.

“I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.”

“As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.”

She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper.

Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease.

“Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She’ll take you back and we’ll get started.”

I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office.

All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure.

“Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that’s normal for men when they first get here, we’ll check it again later.”

A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD.

Both my answers were in the negative.

The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word.

“Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“

At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn’t see a toilet, or even a door to another room.

She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it.

"I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I’m required to watch you do it so you don’t cheat.”

“Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?”

“Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.”

“Give me your penis and we’ll get started!”

“Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch.

“This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!”

She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra.

She pointed to a red line on the tube,

“Fill to this point and stop!”

I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn’t take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started.

I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn’t easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish.

She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me,

“No need for that, you won’t be in those pants much longer anyway.”

So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself.

The nurse looked at me and then my crotch,

“Good, we’ll need that to get hard, that’s our next step!”

She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups.

She pointed to an open locker on the wall,

“It’s time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat.

I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed.

She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch.

"This won’t work,” She said, the doctor won’t be able to examine you that way!“

She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it.

"You’re going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place.

“The doctor can’t examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!”

I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal.

I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought.

When the doctor came in she didn’t even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me.

“Ok, Mister Johnson, let’s see what you’ve got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it’s necessary to give you a proper exam.”

She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free.

She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed,

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to him next.”

Cock Meets Twat

Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes.

“So,” said the doctor, I see it’s been five days since you ejaculated,“

"Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.”

I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake!

Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head.

She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva.

She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me,

“Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.”

“Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I’m puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?”

“Simple,” She said, we can’t use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it’ll contaminate the sample. I know it’s strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction.

She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in.

I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on.

The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he’s ready for his first sample.”

She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out.

“So, are you a squitter or oozier?”

Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer,

“S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.”

Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample.

Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion.

“Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt.

I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor’s hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann’s beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it.

I held my breath and gritted my teeth.

As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second.

My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain.

The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure.

Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor.

“Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we’ll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations.

"Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.”

I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I’m in.

It didn’t take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation.

Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth.

She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive.

“Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann.

The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection.

It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric.

She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands.

I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm.

“Oh,” said Beth, “I didn’t believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn’t he!”

Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed.

As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again.

“Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he’s ready again!”

And indeed he was. More of Beth’s saliva, more views of Beth’s tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again.

I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready….

Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message;

“Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!”

This time it was seductively signed,

“Waiting Vagina.”

“Only a half hour???”

That didn’t leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn’t know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car.

I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125.

“That’s right across the hall.”

I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare.

As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 11

A Hot evening

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 21 Jun 2025 16:13:00 +0000

My friend and I have sex together for the first time.

By SwiftyTilting - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories

The sun sits low in the west. The temperature broke a record high today. Humidity hangs in the air, and I feel its heaviness when I breathe.

I’m in my friend’s cozy, little kitchen. I’m looking through the cupboards for a large glass. It’s my first time visiting his apartment, and I note with pleasure that his home, though small and sparsely decorated, is thoroughly clean and comfortable. A delightful breeze touches me through the open windows. Curtains blow in the breeze, and a fan hums pleasantly in the background. I feel safe here.

I remember back to when my friend and I first met. We got to know each other earlier this year when we, literally, bumped into each other at a local botanical garden, and our friendship, forgive the awful pun, blossomed from there.

Neither of us has a sexual partner right now, and we’re both really horny, so we recently decided that we’d like to experience having sex with each other. No commitment. Just enjoyment. That’s what this evening is for.

We’ve talked about sex quite a bit, so we know we have varying needs, the biggest difference between us probably being that I enjoy the power play involved in BDSM. I crave being submissive and dominated.

My friend on the other hand has no experience with BDSM and no interest in dominating me. However, he does enjoy long, slow sex sessions, which I would love to experience with him. Plus, I have a plan in mind, one I hope he enjoys. So I’m sure we’ll have fun.

I finally find a glass and set it on the kitchen table. I open the freezer and feel the cold air rush out and brush pleasantly against my face as I grab an ice-cube tray. I twist the tray to loosen the ice and fill my glass with ice cubes. Then I turn the sink faucet on cold, and fill my glass to the brim with water and slowly take a long drink. Ah. Cold water is the most delicious thing when you’re hot and thirsty, I think to myself.

I pick up my glass of ice water and walk slowly towards my friend’s bedroom where I know he’s waiting for me. As I step through the door into his room, I notice a sense of peacefulness. He hasn’t turned any lights on yet, and the long rays of sunlight from outside cast a golden glow mixed with shadows throughout his room.

I draw in my breath quickly as I see him relaxing on the bed, naked with his legs spread wide, open and waiting for me. I set my ice water down on his bedside table, the ice cubes clinking against the

glass.

He smiles at me quietly. His serious green eyes lock on mine: “My body is yours. My cock and balls are yours. My ass is yours. Do what you will with me,” he says leisurely, entrusting his body to me, to use for my pleasure.

I open my eyes wide. I feel my mouth begin to water, my pulse speeds up. My hands begin to tremble as my eyes travel over his body hungrily. He looks delicious, every part of him. His arms, shoulders, chest, legs,… his cock, his ass. My pussy leaps with anticipation, and a warm, tingling sensation washes over me.

But I pause, feeling overwhelmed at all the possible choices. Anxiety and shyness momentarily paralyze me. I remind him, “I’m used to being told what to do, or having it done to me. I feel a bit lost not being under someone’s control. I’m not sure what to do.”

“Do whatever you want,” he says.

I don’t find his answer particularly helpful, but knowing, and accepting, that he’s not about to change, I say, “Okay, please let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”

He reaches out to grasp my hand gently, intertwining his fingers with mine. He says, “Don’t worry. You’re very hot, and I love your sexual energy. You’ll be great.” He gives me a quick peck on my cheek and lays back, relaxing on the bed again, watching me.

I’ve decided the first thing I want is to touch him all over his body, to feel his skin against mine. But I might as well give him a little show. I slowly start dancing, moving seductively (or at least trying my best!), swaying my ass, rubbing my pussy through my dress.

I try to look him in the eyes, but I find myself casting my eyes down and biting my lip nervously. As I sway my body side to side, I grab the hem of my dress, raising my arms, lifting it up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Then I unhook my bra, freeing my small breasts. I keep dancing.

I turn around so my ass faces him, and I slowly remove my undies, uncovering my ass cheeks. I give them a wiggle, then twirl around and face him, and I’m standing naked in front of my friend for the first time, feeling both self-conscious and excitingly exposed.

“You have a beautiful pussy and tits! Oh, my, god, want to eat you!” he exclaims, starting to sit up and move towards me.

“Thank you. Mmm. That sounds delicious and would feel so good. But it’s my turn first, remember? Maybe later,” I tease, pushing my hand gently against his chest. He lays down again reluctantly, and I smile at him as I get on the bed, crawling to him between his legs.

I lay my hand on his left thigh. I feel the warmth beneath my fingers. Electricity jolts through me. I haven’t touched a man in so long it feels like the first time. My body aches with desire.

I rub my hand along his inner thigh and then up over his ass. I love the curve of his ass, and I stroke it gently. Then I shyly touch a fingertip to his anus and rub it tenderly, round and round, tracing around the edge, feeling his soft, bumpy rim.

“Ahh. It feels good when you touch my anus.”

“Mmm. I’m glad,” I say bending over and laying the flat of my tongue against his delectable asshole. I lick it briefly and give it a soft kiss.

Then I lay both of my hands on his inner thighs, stroking them, coming closer and closer to his cock, but not touching it, yet. Not because I don’t want to, but I’m enjoying the anticipation, feeling my desire well up inside of me.

I move my hands over his ass and hips, up his abs to his broad chest. I rub it with long strokes. I touch his nipples with my fingers, enjoying how erect they are. I lean over and lick and kiss and mouth his sweet little nipples, enjoying their hardness beneath my tongue.

Then I rub his shoulders, his biceps, feeling his strength beneath my fingers. I lean over and breathe deeply the scent of his warm skin. I kiss his neck, then his ear. I nibble on his ear lobe and blow gently in his ear, whispering softly, “I want you so much.”

He replies simply, “You can have me. Take me.”

I smile at him shyly. Then I tilt my head up, saying, “Mmm Thank you… I intend to.”

Having this much control over a man feels… strange, but thrilling. Though sexually submissive by nature, I’m definitely enjoying myself. Now it’s time to put my plan into action.

I take a couple sips of ice water, feeling the cold travel down my throat, and let an ice cube melt on my tongue. Then I kiss his hot, delectable lips. I insert my cold tongue in his mouth. Mmm. He tastes so good. My lips and tongue warm up quickly from the heat in his mouth. Our tongues touch and press together moving in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining and exploring each other’s mouths.

Oh, god, kissing him feels wonderful, the softness, the roughness, the wetness, the taste.

I sit up and stick my fingers in the glass of ice water. Taking out an ice cube, I press it against the warm skin on his chest and draw figure eights with the melting ice cube around his nipples, enjoying watching rivulets of water drip down the sides of his body. I lick them with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin mixed with the water.

I put the ice cube on his right nipple and see his nipple get harder. Then I remove the ice and put my warm mouth on his cold nipple. Mmm. So nice.

I kiss on down his body towards his cock. I kneel between his legs, bowing my body in front of his cock. I see precum glistening on his sweet slit. I tentatively reach the tip of my tongue to taste a drop. As I pull away, his wet slipperiness follows my tongue in a long silken thread. I lick my lips with pleasure.

I reach my hands towards his shaft eagerly, but then I stop. “It’s okay if I touch it?”

“Yes, I’d like that. You can do whatever you’d like. I trust you.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock firmly and stroke it. I gasp. It feels wonderfully alive in my hands.

I kiss the head of his cock tenderly. Mmm. Shiny precum continues to drip out. I take the tip of my tongue and decadently swirl its slipperiness around and around. Then I take the flat of my tongue and lick up and down his shaft, making hungry moans and slurping sounds as I spread his slick, sweet precum all over his cock. Mmm. He tastes so good.

I put an ice cube in my mouth and chew it, crushing the ice with my teeth. I hug his cock with my lips. His cock feels incredibly hot against my cold tongue. Tiny bits of melting ice rub against his shaft as I move my mouth up and down its length as far and deep as I can go. He moans. Soon the ice has melted away completely, and his cock feels increasingly hot and hard between my lips.

He puts his hands gently on my head, running his fingers through my hair, then carefully cradles my head in his hands. I look up at him, my mouth full of his hard cock, and I give him a little smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I blush happily, wondering fleetingly how I can look beautiful with the awkward shapes my lips and cheeks must be making as I suck on his cock, but very glad he thinks so! Since my tongue is otherwise occupied, I simply say, “Mmmm mmmm,” causing my mouth to vibrate around his cock. He squirms and seems to enjoy it, so I give a longer low hum. A groan escapes his mouth, and I feel his hands push against my head.

His cock has expanded and feels like a hot, living, steel rod sliding through my soft, embracing lips and mouth. I love the sensation of it gliding over my sensitive tongue. I’m moving my head up and down slowly, sucking hard, enjoying such an intimate act, his beautiful, precious cock filling my mouth and throat.

But, oh, god, my pussy aches and needs him inside so badly. I slide my mouth to the end of his cock, giving it one more long, soft kiss.

Then I straddle his body, with one leg bent on either side. I touch his cock to my pussy. I rub the head against my clit. Ahh. Fuck, that feels nice.

“My pussy needs your cock inside. May I…?”

“Oh, my god yes!” he replies.

I lift my body up and slowly lower my pussy onto his cock. Ahh, it feels good as he slides inside my wet, slippery tunnel. I lean over, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him close, and we kiss while I slowly move my hips back and forth, grinding my clit against him and feeling his wonderful cock moving deep inside me.

He puts his hands on my ass and assists my movements, pulling on my hips. He begins to thrust his cock rhythmically, deeper and deeper. Ahh.

We move faster: we’re in sync and slowly increase the rhythm. My orgasm builds inside me. Higher and higher. My pussy squeezes his cock tightly. Mmm. God, I feel so good.

We’re moving fast and wild now, gripping onto each other, riding each other hard, moaning… groaning… whimpering. The room fills with the sounds of our fucking. The bed squeaks, the headboard bangs against the wall. I’m breathing loudly, gasping, having a hard time catching my breath I’m so overtaken with passion.

Reaching the crest of my orgasm, then hanging there, hanging, hanging at the peak, I feel my warm fluid gushing from my pussy. I moan, cry out his name almost in a scream, and I crash over the top in a huge downward rush. My body pulses hard, and at the same time he gives a big, deep, strong thrust and his orgasm hits full force. His cock explodes inside me, squirting out strong, full jets of hot cum, filling me up with his goodness. We hold on tightly and ride the wave together. We shake as he cradles me in his arms while I continue to pulse and pulse from my orgasm for well over a minute.

Our movements slow, our breathing calms down, our heart rates return to normal. Yet I feel anything but normal! My face is flushed and glowing with elation. We lie in bed holding each other, with him still inside me. Then I feel his cock slide out. I sigh. He holds me closer.

“Thank you for playing with me,” I say dreamily.

He responds, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That felt really good.”

He glances over at my glass of water. “The ice is almost all melted. I’ll go get a fresh glass of ice water, if you’d like to continue to play.”

I tell him, “I’d love that.” I sit up on the bed and spread my legs wide. With an excited glint in my eye I continue, “My body is yours. My tits, my ass, my pussy are yours. Do what you will with me.”

Giving me a quick smile, he gets up and says quietly, “I’ll be right back.”

By SwiftyTilting, for Literotica

We All Have Needs

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 20 Jun 2025 19:29:00 +0000

Brick and mortar shopping has more options, for those who take a chance.

By Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments.

As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.

But it had been over a year since my divorce, longer still since the last time I'd gotten laid, and I was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation.

"Just pick something," I chided myself, "pick something, pay for it and get the fuck out of here. Who gives a fuck what these people think? You'll never see any of them again anyway."

Finally, I settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking cunt and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star whose name I recognized and found attractive.

I was wondering to myself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately I'd still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone, when I plowed right into her.

I'd been looking down, trying to hide my face as I approached the counter, already fishing my wallet out of my back pocket so I could cut down how long I had to spend checking out, and never saw her.

Both of us let out a yelp at the collision, and the packages we'd each been holding fell to the floor with a clatter.

I knew it was a woman more by the feel of her as we'd collided than by sight, and I actively avoided looking at her as I bent down to scoop up both our items.

Along with my fake plastic cunt, I found myself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, "Life-like feel, Vibrates! U S B rechargeable! Provides hours of pleasure!"

I stood up, trying to brace myself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy I was planning on masturbating with later.

"I'm so, "My eyes met hers as I finished standing. "Sorry."

She was stunning. Probably a little younger than I; late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that.

Her straight, fine, chestnut brown hair framed the almost perfect oval of her face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over her shapely, rounded cheekbones. If she'd had to color her hair, it didn't show.

Her sloping nose tapered to a fine point above her thin yet full pink lips.

Her make-up was effective enough to highlight her features without disguising her maturity.

But it was her dark brown eyes that captured me. In them, I saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in my own eyes, along with a hint of something else I couldn't quite place.

"It was my fault," she was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice.

"No, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," I countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide.

Instead, I stood frozen, staring at her eyes. Her deep, dark eyes.

She was speaking. I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my trance.

"Um, can I have my, package?" She was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of her face told a different story.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I said, handing her the phallic sex toy.

We stood silently staring at each other until she finally broke into a foolish grin. "I've probably been in a more embarrassing situation than this before," she chuckled nervously, "but I certainly can't remember when."

I found myself laughing as well. "Hey, look, we're both adults. We all have needs. We're supposed to be beyond being ashamed of this by now, aren't we?" I tried to say it with enough casualness that I might actually convince her that I believed my own words.

Her laugh became lighter, more genuine. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

Her twinkling eyes fixed on me for a moment, then glanced at the box in my hand featuring the naked porn star with legs agape, alongside the image of the toy replica of her most intimate area, and gave me a wry smile. "Well, enjoy your evening, I suppose."