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A Sexual Journey: Roommates

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 22 Aug 2025 14:13:00 +0000

Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey.

by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance.

I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn’t want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there.

When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn.

I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone’s rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow.

We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension with both Cassie and Tayla. Tayla was much more reserved than Cassie, but she started to come out of her shell and become a bit more flirtatious. Rather than get jealous of each other as they vied for my attention, they seemed to egg each other on with suggestive conversation that was slowly becoming more sexual in nature.

Then, Cassie broke up with her boyfriend. She was upset and crying with Tayla and I trying to reassure her broken ego. We rallied around her and supported her by having a boozy night out where we all got totally wasted on drugs and alcohol. Just as we rolled into the apartment at about 3am, Cassie unsteadily checked her phone to see that her ex-boyfriend had posted pictures on social media of him being affectionate with another girl at a party, and there were ample shots of them making out. Cassie was angry at him for moving on so quickly, but rather than dwell on it, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into her room. She threw herself at me and we were making out for what seemed an eternity.

Cassie pushed me down onto the bed with a lustful look on her face as she bit her lower lip. Throwing her phone onto the pillows, she declared that she was ready to move on as her hands went straight to my zipper and freed my hard cock. It bounced to attention, with MDMA coursing through me, it stood the likelihood of lasting all night. She took it into her mouth and sucked, licked and spat all over my now deeply engorged manhood. She then stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving it to fall away to the floor. I was surprised to see she was not wearing any underwear, so I let my eyes drink in her beauty. She told me that she was going to fuck me, but that we were still just friends, and that she was going to get back at her ex. I was totally fine with that.

She crawled onto the bed, positioned just above me. Cassie’s breasts dragged along my thighs, then my cock slipped between them as she kissed her way up my torso, until she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her pussy was now pressing my cock against my belly and she ground her wetness up and down the length, just stopping short of the point where her pussy rode high enough to free my cock and have it bounce back to the right height to slip into her pussy. She was so slippery, and I could feel it dripping over my cock as we made out, and it was getting harder and faster as her clit was pushed hard against my cock head. She came hard as she quivered, screamed and slumped her body down onto mine. She stayed there for a while as her body shuddered as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Cassie then started to kiss her way back down my body until she took my cock back into her mouth. She was not as rushed as she was before, so she took her time bringing me to the edge with a sloppy blowjob and a firm fist pushing down my shaft, pulling the skin tight over my cock. Just as I could feel my own orgasm building she pulled away and rolled onto her back beside me. She loved the missionary position, I remembered from when we used to date. I stood up from the bed to look upon her.

I was taken aback by Cassie’s beauty, her dark auburn hair with red streaks was fanned out above her on the bed, her blue eyes were intent on looking at me up and down. She said how she missed my cock as she pulled her knees upward to her breasts and then spread them outwards, fully exposing her soaked pussy. One hand held a knee as the other slipped down to her pussy and used two fingers to part her labia to reveal a sweet pink quim. I knelt down on the bed, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she begged me to fuck her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, she knew that that look drove me crazy.

Just as I was about to enter Cassie, she surprised me by grabbing her phone. I couldn’t believe that she could do that, until she grabbed my dick with her other hand and said she wanted to film herself having sex. She quickly started the recording and directed the camera towards her pussy. Her hand then guided me into her pussy, and from that point onwards I didn’t care about the camera as I pushed deep into Cassie’s beautiful pussy. I then built a slow, hard rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her face flush as she was again consumed with lust.

We fucked like that for ages, until Cassie again came, convulsing beneath me. This raw sexual response was all it took to send me over the edge. As I said that I was going to cum, Cassie brought the phone up to look down between us. I straightened up to give the camera a good view of my cock slipping out of her pussy, and then spurting my cum over her body. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my sperm flew up splattering her throat with my first jet. The second and third spurt landed squarely on her tits, coating them in creamy juice. Then the last several throbs soaked her taut belly and her mons pubis. She recorded it all, and then filmed herself scraping cum from her tummy and bringing her fingers to her mouth to seductively clean them.

She then sat up and was intent on her phone for a few seconds. She smiled and said her ex would enjoy that as she lay back to relax in the after glow. I slumped down beside her and we laughed. I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at her cum covered body. The thick cum was slowly sliding down from her nipples into the gap between her breasts, and down the outside towards her armpits. Her belly cum was pooling in her belly button and also slipping to her hips. The cum on her mons was sliding down her pussy. I loved the look of cum on a womans body, it was making me hard again. She then handed me her phone and told me to record part two.

I started the recording as she swung her leg over me to mount me in the cowboy position. She hovered her pussy over my manhood, and slowly lowered herself downwards. I filmed her pussy parting to take in my cock, and her wild thrusts as she quickly built towards another orgasm. I spent an equal amount of time filming her pussy riding my dick, and her upper body gyrating whilst the cum on her slid down her body. This was an immense turn-on for me, and I felt a huge orgasm building that started deep in my gut. It built pressure as it was nearing, making my cock turn a deep purple to match her swollen pussy.

When I came, Cassie pushed hard down onto my exploding cock. I filled her pussy with what seemed like gallons of cum, and filmed her taking it as her hands caressed her cum covered tits. When my orgasm finally subsided, I was still recording her when she took the phone to film down her body as she stood up. Cum was leaking from her pussy, dribbling down both of her legs in thick creamy rivulets. She was recording all of it, bringing the camera in for close-ups of her leaking pussy. I laughed as I commented about how sexy and messy she looked, and that the cum looked so hot.

She then knelt back on the bed, straddling me, and started to walk her knees up my body. She stopped when her pussy was hovering over my face and recorded the cum slipping from her pussy as she told me to eat her pussy. I lifted my face into her soaked pussy, it smelt thick with my salty cum, but strangely it felt so horny because I had never eaten out a cream pie before. Once my tongue slipped up into her pussy, it seemed to release even more cum from deep within her sloppy cunt. Its slick passage filled my mouth with my slippery thick cum, which seemed to keep coming as I kept lapping at her pussy. My cock was rock hard again as I indulged in this taboo act, made all the more delightful as her hand reached behind her to stroke it.

I was getting close to cumming again and she could feel my hardness throbbing as it neared. She then sprung up off the bed and knelt on the floor. I quickly stood up and brought my cock up to her face and the camera, as she recorded her lips taking me into her mouth. She was like a frenzied slut as she greedily licked and sucked me to my third orgasm. She was begging for it, telling me she wanted my cum, and that she loved the feel of it on her and inside her. I gripped my shaft at the base and pulled and groaned as my cock again came hard.

This time, Cassie’s mouth never let go of my cock. My cock was throbbing hard as my semen filled her mouth. It was then that I noticed that we hadn’t fully shut the door to Cassie’s room, and could see Tayla standing there watching, with her skirt pulled up and her hand had pulled her panties aside as she was rubbing her pussy. As my eyes made contact with hers, her body shuddered and she gasped as she was hit with an orgasm too. My eyes returned to Cassie as she pulled away from my cock. Her lips were still parted as my cock slid from her mouth, and the cum dripped down her chin before landing on her breasts. Cassie made a show of this, and moved her head so that the cum drips landed all over her tits. The phone hovered, capturing the whole sordid slutty routine.

Again, her attention went back to the phone as she sent her ex a dirty, slutty farewell. When I looked back at the doorway, Tayla was not there. I didn’t give it much thought as we both collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

And this is where my story starts…

by LoveThighHigh for Literotica.

Childhood Friends: Part 4

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 22 Aug 2025 01:50:00 +0000

Family Reactions: Heartbreak and rejection draws Tim & Beth closer to each other.

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We drove the few minutes to Beth's house, and Beth used her key in the door. "Hi, Mom, we're back."

Her mother appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Tim."

Beth glanced at me, then held out her hand to her mother. "Look, Mom, Tim and I got engaged."

I watched, my anticipation suddenly turning sour in my stomach as her mother's face changed, her expression twisting. "Really? At your age?"

She turned to me. "Don't think I don't know what you two have been doing up there, and I'm sure on this holiday of yours. I can tell when you wash the sheets, you know."

Beth flinched as her mother continued. "Engaged, I don't think so. You've got her pregnant, haven't you, don't even know enough to be careful, and you think bringing her back here with some cheap trinket on her finger will make it right. Well, you can forget it."

She turned back to Beth. "You can do what you like when you're out of this house, how are you going to get on at university with a brat, but while you're still here I don't want to see him."

Beth's face was as white as it had been in the car, but she took a deep breath. "No. Nothing is like you've said. Tim's not like that, and, “ her face screwed up, tears forcing past her eyelids, "it hurts so much that that's what you think of me."

She looked her mother straight in the eyes. "Either Tim's welcome here, or I'm not."

Her mother's tone was uncompromising. "Go with him, then, I don't care."

Beth was shaking as she turned to me. "Tim?"

"I'll work something out," I promised. "Do you need to fetch anything?"

She shook her head. "I already have everything important."

Beth turned back to her mother. "Call me if you change your mind. But you won't, will you, I know that from Grandad."

Her mother's face showed unmasked rage. "You, he, “

I took Beth's arm, and she turned her back on her mother, walking out of the front door. I pulled it closed, careful not to slam it, and guided Beth to the car, helping her with her seatbelt. I started the engine, driving just far enough to be out of sight of the house, and stopped the car.

Beth came into my outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her tears soaking through my shirt. "I, oh god, Tim,”

She broke down again, and I stroked her hair. Finally she looked up, face tear-streaked, eyes red. "Thanks for looking after me."

"Let's get going," I encouraged her. A few minutes later I pulled up outside my parents' house, and Beth held my hand tightly as we walked up the path. Mom opened the door, looking at Beth with a concerned expression. "Are you two Okay?"

"I'll explain later, Mom," I offered. "But would you mind making up the spare room for Beth?"

"That's no problem."

We went through to the kitchen, and Mom busied herself finding a pan, milk. "Whenever Tim had something bothering him, hot chocolate would always cheer him up a bit."

She set steaming mugs in front of us and Beth sipped gratefully. "Where's Dad?" I queried.

"In the garden as usual, I'll get him."

She returned with my father, and he sat down at the table without comment. Beth gave me an anxious look, then forced a smile. "Look, Tim and I got engaged while we were away."

"Oh, that's wonderful," Mom exclaimed. "Let me look."

She enthused over the ring, "I love the style, such a classic, “ while my father gave me an uncharacteristically warm hug. "Well done, no point in hanging about when you're sure."

Beth seemed to relax. "I'm sorry to impose on you, it'll only be for a little while before Tim and I go away."

My mother shook her head. "Whatever's happened, it'll be lovely to have you both until then."

Francesca’s Garden of Pleasures

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I woke to a feeling of bliss, still flanked by two beautiful women, one of them my beloved Beth. She smiled as she always did when we woke together. "Hi."

"Hi yourself."

I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno" she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.

She sat up, and as always I couldn't help my eyes being drawn to her breasts. "Such a lovely day," she observed as the sunlight slanted in through the gap in the curtains.

Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"

Francesca thought for a moment. "I know a place."

She got out of bed, starting to dress, and Beth reached to touch her arm. "You don't need to go."

Francesca smiled. "I think you two lovers need a little time to yourselves, maybe? I will go back to my room, take shower, I see you at breakfast."

She deftly tied the fastening of her dress in place, and she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Beth turned over, and I wrapped my arms around her. "She's very considerate."

Beth nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "Wow, last night really worked, didn't it."

My expression was thoughtful, even a little puzzled. "We didn't quite stick to the plan, did we?"

Beth smirked. "You men and your plans. What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't think there was any time when she and I were both giving attention to your breasts."

Beth acknowledged my point. "Something still to look forward to, then."

I hesitated. "And the way I was in her, you and I haven't done exactly that, have we. I'm sorry."

Beth looked surprised, putting her hand on mine. "You were worried about that? Don't be silly. Anyway, I prefer to see your face, usually. Not that we shouldn't try it sometime."

She smiled. "Anything else?"

It was my turn to show surprise. "Well, um, you and she didn't, you know, there,”

Beth's response was a shiver of anticipation. "Now that, I definitely hope we put right today."

She took a deep breath. "Right, time for a shower so we can get going straight after breakfast. I wonder where Francesca has in mind, ?"

When we walked into the dining room, Francesca was already at the table we'd shared the previous morning. "The girl will bring your usual breakfast," she grinned.

She'd changed into a summer dress, still elegant but more suitable for a casual day out, and her dark hair was caught into a neat ponytail. "Any clues on where we're going?" I hinted.

"It is very close, but also private," came her enigmatic response.

When we'd finished eating, Francesca bent down to pick up a blanket she'd kept under her chair, incidentally giving me a clear view down her cleavage, confirming that as yesterday she hadn't felt a bra was necessary to her outfit. "Follow me."

She led us into the hotel's back garden, the grass neatly trimmed but the shrubs and bushes less and less well-tended as we moved further in. Finally we reached a high brick wall almost entirely concealed by overgrowth, and Francesca carefully stepped forward, pulling the ivy aside to reveal a wooden door, its iron latch showing signs of rust but still solid.

She pushed the door open with some effort, and turned to us. "Please, enter."

Beth stepped through first, and I followed. "Wow,”

We were in a walled garden, trees and shrubs wildly overgrown, but with an inviting mossy lawn in t

Childhood Friends: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 20 Aug 2025 01:47:00 +0000

Keeping sexual secrets

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and Beth appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Thought I'd treat you," she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I bit into a bacon sandwich. "Um."

Beth picked up her mug, sipping, and I detected a hint of anxiety in her expression. "Are you Okay?" I queried.

"I'm fine, really. But Mom will be back later, and I'm not sure how she'd feel if you stayed over again."

I nodded. "Do you want to tell her about, well, about us?"

Beth puzzled for a few moments. "Of course I want her to know."

She smiled softly, putting her hand on mine. "I want everyone to know. But, well, it's still really new to me, and maybe I need some more time before she asks me loads of questions."

"Like 'are you being careful?'" I sympathized.

"Exactly."

The look in Beth's eyes changed to one I was starting to become familiar with. "Anyway," she murmured, "I want you all to myself for a while yet."

I leaned over to kiss her. "You've definitely got me, love."

From somewhere an idea dropped into my head. "I know, why don't we go away somewhere for a few days? We can say it's a last trip before we have to put our heads down and study."

Beth's eyes lit up. "Perfect."

I could see her beginning to try out different possibilities in her mind. "Where do you fancy?" I queried.

"How about, You know that place we always used to go, Herefordshire, wasn't it?"

"Um Hmm."

"Well, I remember there was a hotel on the main street, a small one. We never stayed there, but whenever we walked past I noticed that on the sign it said they had a swimming pool, and I always wanted to try it. Especially when the weather's as warm as this."

I was momentarily distracted by a picture of Beth in a swimsuit, a one-piece cut high at the sides, or maybe just a barely-there bikini,

"Earth calling Tim," Beth teased. "I promise that all your fantasies will come true."

I chuckled. "You don't know what you're letting yourself in for. Okay, let's take a look."

I picked up Beth's iPad and tapped in a search. "Here it is."

Beth leaned closer to look at the screen. "Great, do they have space?"

I pulled up the booking calendar. "Oh, wow."

"What?" Beth queried.

"There's one room that's next to the swimming pool, and whoever's staying in it gets sole use of the pool first thing in the morning and last thing at night."

It was Beth's turn to let her imagination run away with her. "I could so swim naked."

I clicked again. "Okay, it's available from tomorrow night, shall we?"

"You bet."

I made the booking, and my phone buzzed with the email confirmation. "Sorted."

Beth leaned over to hug me. "Thanks, Tim. This is going to be amazing!"

Best friends unexpectedly find they want to share more.

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends.

When we went up to secondary school, it wasn't even a question whether we'd do homework together every night, and our parents just shrugged their shoulders and agreed who'd cook on what day, Beth's eyes lighting up when my mum produced her favorite spaghetti sauce.

We talked about everything, TV, our other friends, music we liked, school work. Sometimes our families went on holiday together, the usual places, Spain, Italy, but when our trips were separate, the first thing we did when we got back was breathlessly bring each other up to date with what we'd done, seen.

Of course we'd gone through the "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours" phase, playing doctors and nurses, but somehow it had never translated into any more experimentation, and Beth and I never really touched, except for the frequent hugs of celebration, comfort, commiseration, depending on what life brought us. Beth confided in me when her periods started, school sex education lessons had made sure we knew how things basically worked, and I could tell that her body was changing, breasts and hips more noticeable, but she was always my best friend above all else, and somehow it never occurred to me to think of her in any other way.

Of course we had to think about what would happen after college exams, but the problem solved itself, a town with two universities, one that had a good reputation for Beth's chosen subject, the other that offered a top-notch course for mine. We'd celebrated our eighteenth birthday parties, I'd cried unashamedly, brushing away the tears running down my cheeks, at the heartfelt speech Beth made at mine. I tried to reciprocate at her party, then sobbed my heart out again when she chose Westlife's 'Safe' for us to dance to at the end of the night.

What people thought of us by then didn't really trouble us, from overheard comments, those who didn't really know us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend, 'obviously' sleeping together, but by then our friendship was so well-known that it wasn't even a matter of jealousy. Perhaps envy; but we tried, Beth especially, to be gracious, generous to everyone, so only the most petty minds could find anything to complain at.

Of course we'd talked about sex, after those embarrassing classes at school, I'd admitted to Beth that I masturbated, and with pink cheeks she'd confessed the same. We even went as far as to look at a porn site on my laptop, and Beth raised her eyebrows, pretending to fan her face at the scene playing out on the monitor. "But it's all staged, right?" she shrugged. "It's bound to be more clumsy and messy for real." The conversation moved on to something else, and the topic didn't come up again for a while.

The months rolled round to August, lazy days after exams, too soon to make serious plans for university, and Beth and I were sitting at the square table in her bedroom as usual it was the same table where we always did homework and projects, and the blog we started more than 10 years ago. Beth was sketching something on her art pad, and I was picking photos from our last trip to put on our blog. But something was niggling at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I glanced across at Beth, and her pencil stopped moving. "Tim?"

"Uh, yes?"

She closed the pad, put it on her desk. "Can we talk?"

I blinked. "Since when did you ever have to ask me that?" I shifted my chair closer. "Something bothering you?"

She nodded. "I'm thinking about freshers' week."

I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, the orientation events with cheap beer for kids away from home for the first time, going a little crazy, college clubs touting for members. What's the problem?"

Beth twirled the pencil distractedly in her fingers. "Well, I'm thinking, there'll be a lot of boys there, perhaps I'll get chatting to one, maybe he gets a crush on me, I ask him out for coffee,”

"I get the picture," I nodded. Something unexpected stirred in my emotions, but I pushed it down. "You know guys will say anything to get into a girl's panties, right?"

Beth smiled wryly. "I know. But let's say I think he's genuine, I can trust him, at least for a night, anyway."

"So, then you take care," I reminded.

She nodded. "I take my pills, and Mom's already given me a box of condoms, bless her."

"But,” I prompted. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"

Beth looked up, a pink tinge suffusing her cheeks. "Tim, if I had a close girlfriend, I mean a friend who was a girl, half as close as you, I'd talk to her about this. But I really don't. I want to talk about, well, what I might like, when it comes to it."

I gave her the most reassuring smile I could manage. "I can handle that. And there's a definite upside, I can give you the male perspective on the whole thing."

She glanced at me sideways. "Okay."

"So where do you want to start?"

"Well," mused Beth, her eyes taking on the faraway look that I knew meant she was creating a scene in her imagination. "Let's assume we've done the kissing part, and somehow, how does this even work?, he's asked me if, and I've told him Yes. I think I'd like him to be the one undressing me."

Getting Policed & Propositioned.

A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence.

Car 9

So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!

I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!

Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate.

I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble.

In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)?

I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college.

I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!).

I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble.

It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you.

"Are you alright there, son?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer."

He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?"

"Um, I don't have them with me."

"I can see that. Where are they?"

I paused. "Back at my house."

"You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?"

I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.

"Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?"

I chose my words carefully.

"Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?"

Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world.

The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far.

"You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?"

"I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in real trouble now, huh?"

The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused.

Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed.

After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9."

The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated.

"Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

"No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?"

"Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out."

(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me).

Cupped or Cuffed

The cop turned back to me.

"Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out here with your dingus in the wind is me.

"Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?"

"20," I replied. He nodded.

"I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you.

"Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-"

He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop’s peace cannot be disturbed, A cop’s morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint.

I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm.

Sunset Driveway

I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way.

I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn't feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car.

Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I'd last had any clothes on, and in that time I'd been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I'd masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this.

As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing!

Mrs. Robinson

I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called.

"Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?"

I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad's.

I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she'd caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I'd have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I'd have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them.

"Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped.

Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me.

"Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just; uh; "

"I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?"

I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on!

"Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it.

"What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?"

"Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town."

Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir.

I nodded.

"And you didn't get arrested?"

"Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though."

She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides," my cock was slowly rising now, "I just really like being naked in front of people."

She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I'd have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!"

A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked.

"Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again.

"It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it."

She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I'd have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm.

I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me.

Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile.

I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again.

Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked.

I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform.

I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought.

She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face.

I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything.

After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn't wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself.

That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly.

My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth.

"I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But you're such a kinky guy, I knew you'd be happier giving me a show."

"You didn't like the show?" I asked.

"Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away."

"Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?"

She laughed. "I just might take you up on that."

We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. "Seriously, call me," she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to.

After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house.

On The Road To Campus

I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn't my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm.

My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed.

I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there.

By Requiax, for Literotica

Leaving Town: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 17 Aug 2025 00:47:00 +0000

Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown.

A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was moving day.

My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.

I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him.

I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were insistent I go back to college first.

I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now. The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes. The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming to the end of what had been a long day.

It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I had one final thing I wanted to do first.

I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don't get me wrong, I was expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I'd started, not when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of trouble.

But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.

I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I'd had for many years now.

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I'd done it plenty of times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest.

I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot and rough against the soles of my feet.

A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging where my excitement was having its effect.

Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.

Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.

I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield. Blonde hair, a little too long; I'd not had a cut all summer. Smooth face; handsome, I'm told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock; unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with excitement.

I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.

Nude Fantasies

I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I've had an exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself somewhere very public.

It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who knew me would get to hear about it and I'd have to live with the reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his cock.

I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock; but I didn't want my friends and family to know that! My personal reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of their community. I couldn't condemn my parents to be known as the people whose kid waved his cock around in the street.

When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly, my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn't matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public with a boner on; I would never hear any of it.

I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine, played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that. But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to feel confident when I had everything on show, after all.

I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did it, it might still reach them. I wasn't moving away from them, so they were the people I couldn't let find out about my naked plan; or the shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my exhibitionism.

When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I would drive myself back to college, and we'd meet up in a few weeks. And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go for one last walk around town.

It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that there would still be people around (and there would still be enough visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely didn't want to happen.

That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops waiting for me on my return.

But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.

I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and didn't want to dash around unseen by anyone.

Walking the dog

As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person saw me. It was a woman; I didn't know her but I guessed she was in her 40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn't see me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a little and she stared.

I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn't say anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful "evening, ma'am," as I passed by her. She was attractive, though (I've always had a liking for older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when you're 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years' experience on you and still looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an appreciative expression on my face. That was the perfect reaction to me, and out of her view, my cock stirred and stiffened in acknowledgement. Fully erect, I gave my cock a couple of encouraging tugs with my hand, relishing the sensation and the pleasure it gave. I wasn't going to masturbate just yet, although I felt that if I did I would have blown my wad straight away; but a few strokes just to bring me that little bit closer was very welcome.

The Parade picks up

I remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other pedestrians. Cars, though, passed me; some honking horns in acknowledgement of my nakedness; some, drivers or passengers, staring as they went by; the rest giving no outward sign they had even seen me. I relished each encounter, knowing it meant someone; man or woman, adult or kid, had seen my naked body out in public and was left wondering, what was the story here? Way was this guy walking naked and with a hard-on in full view? They would just have to wonder.

The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though, and without further attention from my hands my erection began to subside. I was soon only semi-hard (my favourite state to be in as it made me seem more well-endowed; my cock when flaccid was not small by any means but like this I felt I looked even better nude) as I made my way from residential streets into more communal areas of town.

Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving off a late working shift or at the end of the day for their businesses, men and women heading out early to one or two nearby bars. Some high school kids were skateboarding on an array of steps. All saw me walking quickly down the street, naked as the day I came into this world. People stared, some shouted stuff or whistled. Some, disappointingly, looked on then turned away, anger or disgust on their faces; I couldn't help their prudishness, but I was prepared for it. Being seen naked was something that was, for me, a turn-on; but I also held they view that nudity, mine or anyone else's, was harmless and not something to be treated as shameful or obscene. I hated the "think of the children" attitude that people harboured; seeing a guy or a girl naked outside the bedroom or locker room was not something I felt had any capacity to damage another person in any way. We're all human, and human anatomy shouldn't be cause for offence as far as I am concerned. Shock, surprise, humour, pleasure; these were fine with me, perfectly natural reactions to seeing an athletic 20-year-old guy walking around town in the nude. But don't be offended because you can see my penis, there's nothing offensive about it.

I suppose I've never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker room, skinny dipping with friends, showering with the door open; none of these things have been a source of embarrassment for me. I have a roommate at college and he's seen me naked so many times I lose count. Occasionally when it's hot and we have to study I will just come in from the shower, drop my towel and study in the nude. He's never raised an objection (although I'm careful not to let on how arousing I sometimes find it). My point is, I'm kind of akin to a nudist in terms of my attitude to nakedness. It's natural, it's pleasurable (for me at least) and if you have a problem with it, well, you need to work on that.

Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received; nobody came to remonstrate with me for my nakedness, and most people seemed merely surprised, or even amused or appreciative of my exposed state. I didn't dally, though; I felt a need to keep moving, in case anyone who saw me was about to phone the cops and severely ruin my day.

Familiarity

I saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my old high school teachers, was loading up his car as I walked down the street. He looked at me but I can't say for certain he recognised me; I definitely recognised him though. Further down the street, a shopkeeper whose store I regularly visited was just closing up as I approached, and called out my name in disbelief when he saw me. I gave a casual, "hey" and kept on walking.

Soon enough, I'd passed the storefronts and made it to the town square. During the day this would have been one of the busiest parts of town but by now it was pretty quiet, and I was only seen by a few motorists and a couple of girls off in the distance as I crossed the square.

My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a park, I supposed, albeit a small one, just some grass, trees and a couple of benches. These benches were my destination; when I planned out my route, I had intended to get here and go no further. I planned to sit a short while and chill before making my way back to the old family home. I wasn't certain but I felt I would probably masturbate en route, so as to be less likely to be far from home when, post-orgasm, my euphoria and arousal would likely give way to a feeling of vulnerability.

A Show At The Park

I entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come in. The wood was still warm from the day's sun, and felt pleasant against my naked body. I leaned back, arms across the back of the seat, legs parted. My cock began to stiffen and I closed my eyes, replaying the stages of my journey in my head.

I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say "hey." A female voice.

"Hey," I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.

There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked like they were a couple. She was petite and dark haired; maybe some Asian heritage?; wearing jean shorts, a raglan top, sneakers. He was skinny, wearing basketball shorts and a punk band t-shirt. They looked younger than me by a couple of years.

I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn't have bothered me. Nor, for that matter, would the guy; I'm as turned on by guys seeing me as I am by girls. But the two together approaching me gave me concern. Maybe he would be mad I was exposing myself to his girlfriend and get aggressive. Maybe she was upset at seeing me and wanted him to teach me a lesson. I reckoned I could take the guy in a fight, he didn't look like much; but I'm not that type of guy and I'd rather avoid those sort of situations if I can.

But they didn't seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their manner and speech. And in the end, an audience is an audience, and I certainly wasn't going to complain at having one. The girl, for her part, seemed unafraid, and sat down on the opposite side of the bench to me. Her boyfriend stayed standing; but in a non-threatening way.

"Why are you naked?" the girl asked. "Where are your clothes?"

"Back at my house," I said, answering the second question first.

"You walked here naked?" the guy said, disbelieving.

"Yup," I answered proudly.

"Why would you do that?" asked his girlfriend. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.

"Well," I said, "I'm leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this."

The guy grinned. "Well, it is pretty boring round here!"

I laughed. "True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"Well," I carried on, "to be honest, being naked, out in public like this, it really feels good to me. In fact, it makes me feel pretty turned on."

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see that!" I looked down and my cock was semi-hard, verging on hard again; I'd not even noticed, I'd been absorbed in our brief conversation.

"Aw, sorry," I grinned.

"Don't be," she said.

"Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least."

"Aw, he's not bothered," she laughed. I looked at him.

"You're not?" I asked

"Nah dude," he said off-handedly. "Rock out with your cock out. It's all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn't be shy either."

I laughed. "Are you guys for real?"

The girl nodded. "Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had to come talk to you. Josh wouldn't stop staring at your weiner."

I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But there was no denying she was probably right; the sort of gym shorts he was wearing are lousy at hiding if you have an erection, and Josh was definitely starting to pitch a tent there.

There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my stomach, butterflies stirred. I think I had some fans here, maybe someone with the start of a crush even. Maybe two crushes. Well, I wasn't going to disappoint them.

I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my now rock-hard cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, slowly, as we talked to each other. The girl turned, resting her elbows on her knees, looking straight at me, taking it all in. Josh just looked down and grinned.

"Dude, for real?" he said. "You gonna jerk off here?"

I paused. "I can stop, if you like."

"No," the girl said. "I wanna see."

I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. "Okay by me," he grinned.

I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good around my shaft. I was already building up to climax, I knew this wouldn't be a long wank, but I wanted to make the most of it.

"How old are you guys?" I asked.

"Eighteen," the girl replied.

"That's a relief," I laughed. "At le

A Night In Woodland Campground: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 15 Aug 2025 20:24:37 +0000

A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina.

"Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat."

"Like I said last night, you aren't fat."

"Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers.

"Hey, you wanna get her back?"

"Who?"

"Linda."

"Okay. How do we do that?"

"She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so."

"She might like that."

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes.

I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy."

"Yeah?"

"Got a minute."

"Maybe, what's up?"

"In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..."

He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers.

"Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp.

"Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me."

"What?"

"You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn."

"Wait, why would they do..."

"They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something."

"They're really not going to let me in until I do?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh shit."

"What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her.

"That’s the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

"It seems fair," I answered.

She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips.

"Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

"I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered.

"Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me."

I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her.

"Oh yeah.” Linda continued with her eyes closed. “I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned.

Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her.

"Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me."

"Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch.

"That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda.

The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body.

"Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers.

"Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back.

"Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly.

"Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower."

I grinned and squeezed Tina’s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house.

"Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock.

"So they're naked," he answered.

"And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?"

"I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at."

"I'd do that to you."

"What?"

"Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me."

"Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?"

"What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?"

"I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?"

"The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?"

I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction.

"Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper.

"Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?"

"I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself.

"Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her.

Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me. "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?"

Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road.

"Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?"

"With your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?"

I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to."

She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. "You mean like this?"

I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock.

"How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance."

"Right there, in public like this?"

"This guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?"

"You wouldn't," he responded.

"Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!"

"You wouldn't," he repeated.

I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into action. "Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this. You better take advantage while you can."

"In public like this?" he asked again, still not moving.

"Honey, I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to let him put it all the way in." He didn't move from the road and she pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her. "Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?"

He finally moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.

"Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get bit by a damn zipper. If I can be naked you can sure as hell drop your pants."

"Uh. Okay," he mumbled, undoing his pants and letting them fall.

"Oh yeah. That's what I want lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned as he sunk himself into her.

I shook my head, pulled my shorts back up from my thighs and went to my tent. I grabbed a towel and my shower and shave stuff. I walked to the middle of the road and picked up her clothes and tossed them into my chair before starting the walk to the showers, which I seemed to need again after the aborted one last night.

"Hey!" I heard Linda call as I was starting down the road. I paused a second and turned around to find her almost running from the camper with a towel around herself. "You going to the showers?"

"I am," I answered, not particularly sure I wanted anything to do with her after how she treated her friend. "But after last night..."

"Oh. I'm not Linda. I'm Sandy," she said quickly.

"Oh," I answered non-committal, as I turned and started to walk again.

"Um. Would you like some company?" she asked sounding hopeful.

"Why? Didn't you have enough fun at my expense last night?"

"That was Linda. She can go a bit overboard," Sandy answered.

"Didn't exactly answer my question."

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. Maybe we were a little hard on Tina, but damn she enjoyed it, didn't she? I mean she said she wanted to get screwed, and well....she sure as hell did. That's all she can talk about now, is how good it felt. I was just wondering..."

"If I'd fuck you?"

I looked over and saw her blushing a little. "Something like that."

I paused in the road and looked at her. I reached for the towel around her body and pulled it, pulling it off and leaving her naked. "It'll be on my terms."

"Okay."

"Men's showers."

"Okay," she said a little hesitantly.

"And you don't get to wear anything, at all, until we're back at camp."

She stood for a second thinking about it. I shrugged and turned to start to walk away, still holding her towel. "Okay," she said quickly, almost running the three steps to catch up. "Nothing to wear until we get back. But you have to promise to fuck me."

"Trust me, I will," I answered her as I continued to walk. She walked next to me, stark naked, not that there were all that many people to notice. The men's showers were empty when we got there, so there wasn't anyone else to see us. I walked to the counter with the sinks and slapped the counter. "Put your ass up here. Ever shaved a man?"

"His beard? No," she answered as she hoisted herself up on the counter.

"You will now," I said as I set my kit bag on the counter and started to pull out my shaving stuff. "Your first task is to get me hard," I said as I stepped between her legs.

"I can do that," she said, reaching down with both hands for my half hard cock, she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me towards her until my balls were pressed against her cunt. "Wanna play with my tits while I work on this?"

"I wouldn't mind," I answered, reaching up to both perky little B cup tits. I cupped each one and played with them, squeezing them and letting my fingers tease her quickly hardening nipples while she gently stroked and twisted her hands on my growing hard-on. "You might want to think about putting that in you pretty soon, since that's where I plan on having it while you shave me."

"You're going to fuck me while I shave you?" she asked in surprise.

"Honey, I plan on leaving it in you the entire time, including in the shower. Since you guys seemed intent on using me, I'm going to use you for my pleasure. Oh, don't worry," I said as she started to object. "I'll make sure you have a good climax when I'm done."

She paused her strokes for a few seconds and then loosened her legs around me. "Then I guess I better get to fucking you." She pushed my cock down to her cunt and rubbed my head up and down her already wet slit. She nestled me into her vaginal entrance and used her legs and hands on my hips to pull me towards her. "You know;" she gasped as she forced my head into her; "I don't do this a lot."

"What? Tease guys until they fuck you?" I asked, surprised at how tight she was. I moved my hands from her tits down to her hips and slipped them around to her ass, pulling her towards me as I slowly sunk into her cunt.

"Oh, no. Teasing guys is easy. Especially in the neighborhood. Stepping outside naked or sunbathing naked in our back yard. It's the fucking part I don't do very often," she said breathlessly as she stopped pulling me towards her, my cock only about half way into her tight cunt. "Oh, damn you're thick! I've heard about huge cocks like this."

"I've seen bigger," I answered as I pushed and pulled a little, working my cock in and out of her an inch or so.

"Well, I haven't done any," she moaned as I worked myself deeper and deeper into her with short little strokes. "God, I feel like you're going to split me wide open."

"I doubt that'll happen," I said as I held myself into her with my head jammed against her cervix, still two inches of me sticking out of her wet lips. "Why not just let that sit a while."

"Good idea," she panted. "So, what now?"

I handed her a can of shaving cream. "Lather my face."

She nodded and squirted some cream on her hand and used her fingers of her other hand to dip into it

Annie Rejects Her Shame

Piper's Posts — Fri, 15 Aug 2025 16:23:00 +0000

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?”

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”

First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet.

“It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.”

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

"How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“

I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

"I fucking Love this,”

I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.”

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…”

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

“I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.
I can actually feel it coating my throat.”

Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

"Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“

In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

"Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”

“Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

“I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?”

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…

“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.

“Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

"Please… put it in… Please… fuck me… Please… Fuck me Now…“

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time.

I feel him pound deep inside me.

His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.

I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.

I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying,

“Fuck Yeah… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.”

“That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by That?”

“Fuck No,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

"Give me All you got…
Fuck me hard and long…
fuck me until I can’t walk.”

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 double D tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, “You’ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.”

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn’t even sure I was standing next to. “Fuck,” I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won’t end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive butt hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

“Fuck,” I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my butt hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God… I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my butt hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn’t stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, “Oh,” as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight butt hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this… this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my butt around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock’s motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men… two cocks… one in my pussy and one in my butt… oh my God… do I really want to feel a cock in my butt??? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now… These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion,

“Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my butt.”

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

"You can put it in my… butt… You know… fuck my butt… if you want…“

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3

Piper's Posts — Thu, 14 Aug 2025 16:23:00 +0000