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One Every Hour

Piper's Posts — Wed, 25 Jun 2025 16:23:00 +0000

I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?”

based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;

Welcome To Connected Podcast

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

We’ve been married now for just a few years, Samantha and I. We’ve enjoyed a healthy and exciting sex life so far, with twists and turns every once and a while. I never could have expected what would happen one spring day that Sam was home while I was working.

Sam got up with me that morning, made breakfast for me while I took my shower and shaved. I finished up, ate breakfast, gave her a kiss and I was on my way to work. I was out at the car as she came to the driveway with just a skimpy white shirt and her black lace panties, “I love you baby, see you tonight,” “I love you too! I said as I got in the car.

Once I arrived at work, I looked at my phone and noticed I had a new message from Sam, “Enjoy you’re ‘One Every Hour,’ I Love You!” I scratched my head as I didn’t know what she meant at the time. It exactly nine o’clock, she texted me again, this time it was a picture of her, black and white, sexy as hell, just her with her glasses on and with a pencil suggestively between her lips. I was still looking at the picture of my wife when the phone buzzed in my hand, “Just an hour til the next one.”

I couldn’t get it out of my head, I tried to concentrate on work.

I was nervous of what she was planning for me throughout the day, because my office has clear glass walls and my desk is clearly visible to the entire office. Still, I couldn’t wait until the next image.

My phone buzzed again at ten o’clock, another black and white picture, this one just showed her black panties around her ankles. I can only think, maybe I should go home early? I texted her, “do you need me to come home?” “Don’t you dare, you need to work all day!” I was disappointed but excited by the prospects as the day rolled on.

I messaged her again, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come home?” “No, and stop texting me, just enjoy your ‘One Every Hour” and I will see you tonight.”

I anxiously awaited whatever came in the next hour. Minutes dragged on forever, my mind was definitely not at the office, it was definitely elsewhere. I thought to myself I am going to go home at lunch, but then I couldn’t wait to see how the day played out. “Buzz” my phone indicated it was eleven, again a black and white picture, this one, my wife’s gorgeous bare backside as she retrieved the laundry from the dryer. I think she must have used the timer, this was no selfie, this was taken at a distance. Wow, this day sure was going to be interesting. “One Every Hour?” I was never going to get any work done.

Lunch time, and my phone went off again, I grabbed it as soon as I could, anxiously awaiting the next black and white image of Sam, each one was more revealing than the last. Oh man, I love this woman, in this picture, she was standing with her backside in front of the wide-open window in our bedroom, holding a very sheer white sheet in front of her, I could tell she was completely naked. The outline of her nipples, the curve of her body. The way she stood with her legs slightly open, I could make out the shape of her pubic region. This picture was again from a short distance, and with her hand on the sheet, it was no selfie!

About twenty minutes later, I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?” “Hell Yes, Baby! I can call it a day and come home if you want!” Another quick reply, “No! That’s against the rules!“ The phone buzzed again “Stop texting me!”

I did what I was told, I resisted the urge, no matter how hard it was, to go home early. I tried to work, checked my emails, tried to think about anything other than what was going on at my house without me. Every time I thought of the previous picture, I would harden again. I didn’t know where she was going with all of this, but I was happily enjoying the ride.

12:53, I had the phone in my hand awaiting the next message. The anticipation of what was coming next was soon to be answered. Would I get to see her gorgeous naked body yet, I was already hard and finding it difficult to sit still as the minutes slowly passed.

12:59, come on, one more minute, the clock struck one and nothing happened, no message; come on now, what is going on? No picture? You can’t do that to me, you just can’t! I put the phone down, discouraged and upset, unsure of what was happening. The phone finally went off at 1:10 pm with a new text, no picture! “Are you Anxious?” I could tell, she was having fun with me. “Baby, I might as well come home, it’s not like I am doing anything remotely connected to work!” “Sorry, with a wink emoji!”

1:15, I finally got my next picture. She was now in the bathroom, standing in the shower, holding the sheet still, however this sheet was absolutely clinging to her every curve. The water trickled over the sheet, making the fabric all but invisible. Every inch of her body was completely in view, the sheet was so transparent, I could see the droplets of water glistening on her skin. Oh my, she was so breath-taking, not to mention the effect it was having on other parts of me.

Each new image that came to my phone was even hotter than the previous one. I refused to put my phone down at this point, there is no telling when I will receive the next black and white moment of this incredible day. Back to tinkering on the computer, just to appear busy to everyone in the office. It’s almost two o’clock now, is she going to be prompt? Promptness is a good thing I believe.

When two o’clock came around, I was excited to hear the phone go off, I looked around the office before I opened it up. Another black and white image, A close-up of her naked chest, water shimmying off of her skin. Her nipples were erect and droplets of moisture slid off of the tips. This image was really close, I could not see anything but her chest, but wow, what a picture! I kept looking up, praying that nobody in the office saw me staring at my screen all day long.

At this point, I was completely transfixed by my phone, there was no way I was doing any work, not when this woman is tormenting me like this. Luckily, my desk is angled in such a way that no one sees the lack of work being done on my computer, they just see that I am sitting in front of it.

Is it almost three yet? just a couple of more images, then I will be on the drive home. I have never been a clock watcher at work, but suddenly today, I am checking it quite frequently. 2:45, are you kidding me? I have to wait 15 more minutes? This is killing me, I can’t wait! My mind wandered, of course to her and what we were going to do when I finally get the chance to arrive home.

Just then, the phone came alive again. I looked at the clock, it’s three, it’s here! Alright, let me see the next image. Another black and white image, her well sculpted ass this time, another close-up, still glistening from her shower. I’ve just about seen every inch of her at this point, I can’t wait until I get to touch her, feel her as I plunge inside of her. I’ve worked myself into a frenzy, why is she torturing me? why can’t I just go home? Why do I have to pretend to work, as she is having all of the fun? Don’t get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying every picture, but I want to be home.

“Buzz,” “Only 2 more to go, can you handle it?” “That was Rhetorical, no response please!”

She’s having too much fun, I thought to myself, I’m just going to get some work done, but, when I get home though, she is going to suffer! Who am I kidding? I will anxiously await the next two images and then fly like hell to get home to her. John, A colleague, came into my office with a question and I had to pretend that I am working hard, I was but not in the way he thinks. I was happy he came in and distracted me for a few moments, but he better not still be here at 4:00! We talked for a few moments until around 3:55pm, I mentioned to him that I had a call to make and he kindly left my office.

I watched the clock on my phone change from 3:59 to 4:00 as it buzzed in my hand. Another black and white close-up, this time of my Sam’s wet and very smooth pubic area. She has never shaved it completely bare before, and with the moisture glistening off of her bare skin and making her lips shine, everything was on display for my pleasure. I was extremely hard and horny and ready to go, what? another hour? what does she have left to show me?

I had to wait until my erection died down to retire to the restroom with my phone and my pictures. It was a very long bathroom break, at least 15 minutes or so, but man, I had 8 pictures to browse through. I finished up, and went back to my office and sat down in front of my computer screen.

“Buzz,” “one more to go, should I send it now, or should I wait?” She was having way too much fun at my expense, and I loved every agonizing minute of it.

I could not wait until 5, what would the next image be? I can only imagine, or fantasize what would come next. It’ll only be about 10 minutes from now, these last few minutes are really going to drag on.

The phone came to life, “I don’t want you to wait anymore!” “Drive safe!” and the next image came in. This one was in color, Sam was laying on the bed, naked and another woman was naked on top of her. I could tell Sam was enjoying herself, the glow of passion in her face as the woman kissed her neck, ooh man, I did not expect this. Off to the bathroom, or speed home to take care of them.

“Buzz,” “You’ve seen my new friend Paige, the last three pictures were of her, now come meet her!” I grabbed my coat and practically ran to the door. Traffic was slow, and I was impatient to get home, red lights were the worst, “come on, I need to be somewhere!” Another message? I grabbed the phone, opened the text; ”Did you enjoy your treat? Paige and I have been having fun all day, she had me shave her, did you like it? Should I shave too?” I think I ran the last two lights and tore into the driveway and jumped out and went inside.

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Laying Pipe: part 2

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 24 Jun 2025 23:12:00 +0000

John continued finding the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights.

“Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?”

Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light answitch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top. Dark skinny jeans cupped her curves and legs, the outfit terminating functionally in dark tennis shoes

“You’re Tom’s.” I stated simply, laying a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder.

A flash in her eyes- she was honestly angry, “We have an arrangement. Lacey, obviously, isn’t a fucking part of it.”

Shit. They were in an open marriage. She’d just been fucking around teasing me, before. Uh, until I put it to their daughter.

“Beth, she’s an adult, we had some fun, there’s no reason to be tense, I’m just your friend.” I defended myself.

Oh, man, that was the wrong thing to say. Beth jerked, and snagged my wavering dick. Twisting sharply, she demanded, “How are you my friend? We trusted you as a neighbor, I, might, have wanted to screw you, and I catch you fucking my daughter? Is that what friends do?”

A moment after the sudden pain started, I wrapped a thick hand around Beth’s throat and pushed her onto the bed. Her hand tightened until I squeezed her neck and both of her hands flew to my grip. The hot surge of adrenaline had me hard, and I momentarily felt the coarse denim of Beth’s jeans beneath my cock. I was, now, choking a woman who had twisted my dick- after finding me nutting her daughter. What the fuck is my life?

I pressed Beth into the bedding and she made, the single horniest noise I’ve ever heard from a woman. Somewhere between a groan and a purr, she glared at me through lusty eyes. Her breathing was fast and straining. Her flushed cheeks and expression rattled a memory of a deeply submissive former partner. I suddenly suspected Beth had been out on the twilight veranda longer than her surging, violent response implied.

So, I did something insane. I didn’t release her throat, but I did wrench her jeans down with my free hand. They slipped down her wide hips easily. The top buttons of her fly had been undone beneath the edge of her shirt. Beneath a tiny, lacey, tan thong, which peeled over her perfectly fat ass. As I pulled her dark skinny jeans to her knees. The weird declaration of ownership over me, the teasing, the disheveled jeans, and uncharacteristic transition to physical violence, the absurd intimacy of having sought to punish my statement by grabbing my cock, her body wavered between fury and lust; was utterly betrayed by the musk of her ardor and dripping mess of her bald pussy.

Wordlessly; thoughtlessly, really; I stepped to the soft, exposed curve of her ass and ran the stone column of my erection over her cleft and clit. Her breath caught, her hands on my arm holding her by the throat drove long, perfectly manicured nails into my skin. I twisted my other hand in the knot of garments I held at her calves, soles of her tennis shoes held heavenward, restraining her entirely except for her hands. I pressed her legs back until her naked thighs were against her cream shirt, and her sopping pussy and ass were hoisted between us.

Her eyes widened and I shifted her until my cock matched the entrance of her vulva. And, then, I pushed. Her body resisted, the membranes of her labia dragging harshly over the still-sticky skin of my cock, but I withdrew and pressed until the dampness of her own arousal slicked my passage, and I was slapping steadily into Beth.

She released her painful grip from my arm and covered her face, grunting softly with pleasure and frustration each time my fat rod bottomed out entirely. I didn’t just thrust, I hauled the mostly clothed woman to me as I drove and heaved her away as I withdrew. Her hairless, soaking cunt was, yet, unbelievably tight, gripping me obscenely as I used her roughly, soft ass and thighs rippled and bounced against the hairy muscles of my abdomen and groin.

Beth trembled abruptly, hands grabbing at my left forearm, again. Her eyes were clamped closed and face caught in an ecstatic rictus. I wondered, briefly, as her pelvic floor twisted even tighter around my intruding mass, if she was as sensitive as her daughter, post-orgasm.

I hugged her legs in my right arm and redoubled the pace. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth gaped in a ragged gasp. I ran my left hand up her neck, pressing a finger across her lips, shushing her with a meaningful tilt of my head towards the bathroom door, beyond which we could still hear Lacey showering. Then I twisted my fingers in her hair and began to slam-fuck Beth in earnest.

In rough, rapid thrusts, I tried to put a seam across where I folded her legs against her chest, and a permanent claim to a gape in her cunt. The bed protested, but I ignored it’s complaints as I ignored Beth’s sharp grapple that slowly raised painful furrows across my back and up my shoulders. Sweat beaded across my body, Beth’s wetness dripped off my balls. Her eyes were tightly shut, again, head twisted back by my fist in her brown locks. Her legs flailed and spasmed incessantly in my embrace, and I hunched tighter to avoid the sweep of her tennis shoes. Her pussy clenched and flexed in time with her panting breaths. My own breathing was hot at her throat.

Purposefully, I drove myself on until the thought occurred to me; that I hadn’t gotten to see those massive tits swinging as I rode her. Abruptly I could take no more, and was cumming, exhaling in restrained groans, back arching, and pouring into the woman beneath me.

I released my hold on the hard-breathing milf’s hair and momentarily collapsed. I felt fluid dripping between us. I hauled myself back upright, proud post slipping from her depths. I raised her slightly off the bed, watching the tremble in her legs and quiver of her holes slow and relax. The bedspread at the corner I had fucked her on was dark and our mix flowed freely down her tawny ass to join the stain. The effluence from her orifice subsided and I released her legs, dropping her on her side. Bleary eyed, she, nonetheless, reached down with the green and gold silk robe, still half twisted in her left hand, and wiped resolutely at her abused sex while carefully sitting up on the edge of the bed.

I pulled my underwear and jeans on and tossed my cum-stained shirt onto the bed, deciding the bedspread was just going in the laundry, too. I knelt between Beth’s spread knees, legs still trapped in the twisted knot of her jeans and panties. I cleaned stray droplets of sweat and cum from her bare thighs with a clean corner of the bedspread before deciding getting her jeans up was a lost cause and slipping her shoes, pants and undergarment gently off.

Keen awareness of the importance of aftercare, and post-nut clarity of exactly how roughly I had handled her was suddenly forefront in my mind. Her eyes avoided mine, and she pointed to her pants as I ran the blanket one last time up her thighs. “My phone?” she supplicated. I produced it from her back pocket and handed the chrome and glass sliver to her. Immediately, she began sending a text.

Concluding the silently generated communication, she stood. II followed suit, handing over her garments. Her body was close, her breasts just brushing my chest, but I was much taller, so even standing straight and proud, she didn’t look me in the eyes. She caught sight of herself in the mirror: hair stringy with sweat, makeup a smudged ruin, mostly naked, for good measure.

“Another bathroom, John? I don’t think I want to speak with Lacey, now.” She admitted.

The other guest room on the main floor was pretty bare bones, mostly used when I had a crowd passing through. “Is the master alright?” I offered.

“Master would be fine.” We then heard the guest shower turned off. I led her quickly to the master bedroom, dominated by a dark four-post bed, and dimly lit by decorative sconces.

Her phone chirped. As she addressed the message I turned on the light in the master bath and dressed in a clean shirt. Returning to the guest room, I stripped the bedspread and stuffed it, and my shirt, in a hamper. I found a similar, clean bedspread in the linen closet and made the bed.

Glancing around, I found nothing particularly obvious to expose any of the evening’s goings on, and slipped to the kitchen. I drew a couple handfuls of cold water at the sink and splashed my face, silently seeking absolution from any of this madness. Toweling the moisture from my hands, I stepped to the open veranda door and spotted my coffee cup on the patio table. Blessed alcohol and caffeine could fix this. They can fix anything. I drank the bitter mixture in one gulp, making a face.

Stone cold, and not better for it.

I turned back to face the open doors of my house, and, eventually, settled into the patio chair I had occupied earlier. There were crickets chirping in the hedges and grass; the night was still and overcast, now, holding on to a bit of the day’s warmth.

The guest room lights blinked off, and the thin blonde woman in a red halter top and cutoffs emerged, the door quietly clicking closed behind her. Guilty, sly smile on Lacey’s pretty face, she crossed to where I sat.

“That was awkward.” She rocked on her heels briefly, coltish legs flexing. “Mom seems kinda mad. Did she say anything to you?”

I grinned, and replied; “She slapped the shit out of me and asked to use a different bathroom.”

“She didn’t, uh.”

I waved her off, “Beth was mad.” I said.

The righteous indignation that Lacey had displayed earlier flared a bit and the slender girl stood a little straighter, “It’s none of her business what I do or who I do them with.”

I shrugged, “I’ve been here since my grandparents passed away. Tom & Beth were their neighbors for decades before that. There’s a bit of an expectation, as friendly as we are, that I’m supposed to be safe from being a creepy, old man around their little girl.”

Lacey leaned close, “Little girl? I think I remember distinctly being the pursuer, old man.” She slid me a mostly chaste kiss and half-turned away. “We’ll be more discreet next time. Maybe don’t leave the door open?”

“Next time?” The vision of this young woman, a decade and a half younger than me, flashed in my mind, and was subsumed by the other vision, a milf who’s a decade and a half older than me, each with my hairy knuckles at their throat and ecstasy on their faces. I could feel a blush rising.

“You weren’t bad, old man.” Her voice trailed, and a last bright smile glowed as she vanished into the shadows of the yard.

I didn’t linger long. I took up the empty coffee cup and entered the kitchen, closing, and locking that door.

I thought to just wait Beth out. The steak in my fridge called to me and my stomach complained. I checked my own phone where it was charging on the roll-top desk in the butler’s pantry.

Three unread texts. One was from Beth. It read, “Come back to the bedroom, please.”

So, I did. Beth was on a black leather dressing bench at the foot of the bed, facing the open master bathroom door, typing away at her phone and still half-dressed. She had a sweater on, but her ass and legs were naked. Her pants, and panties were loosely folded atop her shoes by her feet. She’d removed the tiny scraps of cotton that passed for socks, too.

She looked calm as she glanced up from her phone at my approach. She turned back to whatever she was typing and spread her toes out in the thick pile of the carpet. I stopped two paces away, a tall shadow in my own bedroom, wondering where this strange ride would stop.

I started to ask if I could get her a drink, but stopped before the first syllable escaped. This was another game of control, from her. She was controlling the space by settling in, ignoring me, and ignoring the state I left her in. I stepped uncontestable close, my shadow cast from the bathroom light darkening her form entirely, and while my first impulse was to touch her hand holding her phone, instead, caressed the tangled hair at her right temple.

She stopped breathing, stopped typing, and closed her eyes as I pushed stray brown locks behind her ear and softly spoke, “You haven’t showered.” She didn’t lean into my hand like a lover’s caress, but instead calmly endured the touch. When I withdrew, her eyes opened and she stood, discarding the phone to the bench but still not meeting my eyes. Her breath hitched gently. “Your family will be waiting. Tom mentioned you have dinner plans.”

There was something strange in the green eyes that turned up to meet mine, “I told Lacey I would talk to her about, it, tomorrow. I had already planned with Tom to skip going out to dinner, unless I texted him when I came over here. I assumed you and I would find an arrangement.”

Oh. Ooh. The woman was all in twists. Guess that explained the presence of that silk bathrobe, tonight.

I laid a hand on her hip, half my fingers on the edge of the soft tan fabric of her sweater, the others on her naked flesh. “What arrangement were you seeking, Beth?”

She shivered beneath my hand, “Not, that. That was intense. When I found you with Lacey, with her where I wanted to be, I couldn’t help but watch a little.”

She stepped to the side, not away, but out from my shadow. Her voice calmed, “It’s hardly the first time I’ve caught one of my daughters being, intimate.” She paused and uttered a small huffed laugh, “Lacey, especially; but it was the first time I’ve found one of them with someone I wanted as my lover. So, I was turned on, a little, a lot, and hurt.”

Beth laid a hand over mine, and guided it softly upwards to her waste and squeezed herself with my larger grip. “And, then, you took me,” she said, her voice falling low.

God, help me, I was ready to, again.

Her free hand pressed against my chest, she craned her head to whisper to me, “I felt everything you did to me and wanted to say no, but I just couldn’t, between your hand on my throat and your cock beating the wind out of me. So, I just came instead.”

Her fingers twisted in my belt loops, and she dragged my pants slowly, side to side over my struggling erection. “I haven’t felt sex like that in years and I want more.” She confessed.

I grunted to cover a growing moan and clear my throat. “What about Tom?”

“Tom’s the love of my life, but not interested much. He gets off on the stories I share, and has participated in a few memories, but after the girls were all born I wanted sex twice a day and he would rather have a cocktail and a nap.”

Beth undid my fly and drew my stiffening cock from my boxer-briefs. “I’d appreciate if you kept things normal.”

“Normal? What’s your normal?“

“You know, you’re friends with Tom; none of this needs to come up-”

“No, I mean, you’re pursuing pretty serious kink if you’re asking me for repeats of tonight.” The idea of a consensual non-consent inclusive relationship with my older neighbor’s wife was not how I thought this would turn out. My cock was steel in her soft hands. Her caresses were unstructured, her focus on our conversation.

“I had friends into kinkier things, that I used to play with. They were members of our dinner club. They eventually moved or became uninterested; or are just isolated from the world until the pandemic passes.”

My focus was entirely on the parts of the woman contacting my dick and the clerical necessity of the remaining details was abruptly interfering. “Safe word?” I requested.

“Oh, yes, I have a great one,” she whispered it in my ear.

Now, excited by the context of my question, she became a positive chatterbox, her voice soft and conspiritorial, “I love a little bondage, spanking, choking, fucking in public;”

Right, the basic fun stuff, things your dinner club swinger friends get up to: I could work with that. I took her hands in mine, squeezing her caresses into steady strokes. I started my own teasing; “If I grab you while you’re shopping for groceries and fuck you in the parking garage?”

That got her horny eyes slitted and she jerked me steadily, “Are you going to do that?” she wanted to know.

“If I pin you against the shower wall and fuck your ass until you can’t stand?” I said as I pulled her close and pawed at her ass. Slowly, I worked a finger against her knot without pressing in, just teasing the twist of tissue.

She bit her lower lip and sighed, “Are you going to fuck my ass, “daddy? ”

I didn’t answer right away but I took Beth by the shoulders and guided her back to where she had been sitting, gently pushing her back down to the dressing bench. I flexed and my cock gently bobbed before her face. I could feel her breath along its length. “No, I think “daddy” would be just fine. Hands on your knees.“

She gave a momentary, insatiably wicked grin before I was pressing closer to her face. Her lips parted into an accommodating "O” and she leaned forward primly. I pressed the fat head of my cock between her lips, the flicker of her tongue and heat of her mouth luring me forward.

I pumped gently, just the glans popping in and out from the soft curl of Beth’s hungry mouth. She slowly leaned forward, until I couldn’t stand the passivity and my hands twisted again in her long brunette curls. I drew her to me, and away, slowly fucking her face into my rigid form. She grunted at the depth of my pull and gasped when I drew away from her. Her green eyes were locked on the violating shape, slathered in her spit, half lidded and fervent. I stood away and gently lifted at her shoulders, “Stand.”

My spittle dampened cock ground against her sweater covered stomach, but I drew that up and over her head. She had a tan bra on, structurally significant and worthy of the prize it enshrined. I held her to my chest and unbuckled the troika of latches. Peeling the soft garment away, I leaned low, biting and nibbling her gorgeous tits. She grunted and pumped harshly at my sopping cock. I turned her, cupping her massive breasts and driving her over the bench. She collapsed forward, the cleft of her ass soft around my hard cock.

Beth pushed herself up and hoisted herself to a steady presentation, and I bowed to the warmth of her womanhood. I could taste my own cum, still weeping from the slick lips of her vulva. I found her clit with my tongue and slipped fingers into her, first a knuckle, and then a few, and then I pressed into the hot, dark twist of her ass, always lingering on the tight, erective pearl, and knowing I was going to take more and more and more. Her orgasm was shuddering and gasping, her face against the foot of my bed, her body collapsing over the leather bench. I pulled my hands from her constricting heat, and kissed the pulsing wink of her ass. Her hands filled the void between her legs, petting at her burning sex.

I crossed to a bedside table and flipped a light switch. The hard breathing form at the base of my bed was haloed in bright lights, and reflected in the massive mirr

Laying Pipe: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 23 Jun 2025 17:33:00 +0000

John finds the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.

Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"

After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."

In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.

Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.

The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.

Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.

I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.

Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.

There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?"

"Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."

I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"

Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."

I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"

Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.

There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"

She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break."

"U of O, yeah?"

Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"

I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy."

"I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."

I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed."

"Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.

I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."

Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."

Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.

I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.

I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"

She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."

I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."

She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.

I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.

She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.

I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."

I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."

I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.

I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass.

"Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving.

"Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."

I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.

I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.

Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.

I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.

I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.

Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.

A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?"

"Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread.

"In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips.

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.

I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.

That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed.

"Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf.

"Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.

By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica

Cock, Available For Marriage

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 22 Jun 2025 19:21:00 +0000

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.

by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One

Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories.

The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.

All females received free memberships, but as a male, I’d have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account.

I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined.

After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye;

“Cock wanted for potential marriage!”

There was no picture and the profile was very simple.

“Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.”

The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses.

I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn’t looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway.

I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through.

I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on.

Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn’t all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me.

Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background.

I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.”

I fired off the three best pictures with a short message,

“Cock needing a vagina!”

Then I waited….

After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her,

“Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you’ll find an address for a doctor’s appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.”

It was signed, “Vagina.”

It also had a P.S.,

“Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don’t spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!”

The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away.

As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days.

On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part.

I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate.

I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby.

The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.”

I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny.

My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release.

I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson.

She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn’t be my real name.

“Ok, Mister Johnson, you’re all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you.

To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like;

“How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?”

I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers.

I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven’t impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form.

Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone.

The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me,

“Mister Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Doctor Phillips.”

I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me.

“Come on back and we’ll get started.”

She led me down a short hallway to her office.

“Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!”

“Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials.

“I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.”

“As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.”

She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper.

Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease.

“Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She’ll take you back and we’ll get started.”

I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office.

All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure.

“Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that’s normal for men when they first get here, we’ll check it again later.”

A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD.

Both my answers were in the negative.

The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word.

“Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“

At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn’t see a toilet, or even a door to another room.

She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it.

"I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I’m required to watch you do it so you don’t cheat.”

“Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?”

“Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.”

“Give me your penis and we’ll get started!”

“Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch.

“This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!”

She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra.

She pointed to a red line on the tube,

“Fill to this point and stop!”

I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn’t take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started.

I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn’t easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish.

She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me,

“No need for that, you won’t be in those pants much longer anyway.”

So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself.

The nurse looked at me and then my crotch,

“Good, we’ll need that to get hard, that’s our next step!”

She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups.

She pointed to an open locker on the wall,

“It’s time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat.

I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed.

She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch.

"This won’t work,” She said, the doctor won’t be able to examine you that way!“

She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it.

"You’re going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place.

“The doctor can’t examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!”

I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal.

I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought.

When the doctor came in she didn’t even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me.

“Ok, Mister Johnson, let’s see what you’ve got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it’s necessary to give you a proper exam.”

She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free.

She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed,

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to him next.”

Cock Meets Twat

Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes.

“So,” said the doctor, I see it’s been five days since you ejaculated,“

"Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.”

I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake!

Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head.

She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva.

She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me,

“Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.”

“Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I’m puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?”

“Simple,” She said, we can’t use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it’ll contaminate the sample. I know it’s strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction.

She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in.

I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on.

The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he’s ready for his first sample.”

She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out.

“So, are you a squitter or oozier?”

Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer,

“S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.”

Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample.

Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion.

“Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt.

I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor’s hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann’s beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it.

I held my breath and gritted my teeth.

As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second.

My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain.

The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure.

Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor.

“Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we’ll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations.

"Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.”

I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I’m in.

It didn’t take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation.

Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth.

She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive.

“Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann.

The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection.

It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric.

She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands.

I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm.

“Oh,” said Beth, “I didn’t believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn’t he!”

Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed.

As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again.

“Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he’s ready again!”

And indeed he was. More of Beth’s saliva, more views of Beth’s tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again.

I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready….

Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message;

“Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!”

This time it was seductively signed,

“Waiting Vagina.”

“Only a half hour???”

That didn’t leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn’t know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car.

I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125.

“That’s right across the hall.”

I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare.

As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 11

A Hot evening

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 21 Jun 2025 16:13:00 +0000

My friend and I have sex together for the first time.

By SwiftyTilting - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories

The sun sits low in the west. The temperature broke a record high today. Humidity hangs in the air, and I feel its heaviness when I breathe.

I’m in my friend’s cozy, little kitchen. I’m looking through the cupboards for a large glass. It’s my first time visiting his apartment, and I note with pleasure that his home, though small and sparsely decorated, is thoroughly clean and comfortable. A delightful breeze touches me through the open windows. Curtains blow in the breeze, and a fan hums pleasantly in the background. I feel safe here.

I remember back to when my friend and I first met. We got to know each other earlier this year when we, literally, bumped into each other at a local botanical garden, and our friendship, forgive the awful pun, blossomed from there.

Neither of us has a sexual partner right now, and we’re both really horny, so we recently decided that we’d like to experience having sex with each other. No commitment. Just enjoyment. That’s what this evening is for.

We’ve talked about sex quite a bit, so we know we have varying needs, the biggest difference between us probably being that I enjoy the power play involved in BDSM. I crave being submissive and dominated.

My friend on the other hand has no experience with BDSM and no interest in dominating me. However, he does enjoy long, slow sex sessions, which I would love to experience with him. Plus, I have a plan in mind, one I hope he enjoys. So I’m sure we’ll have fun.

I finally find a glass and set it on the kitchen table. I open the freezer and feel the cold air rush out and brush pleasantly against my face as I grab an ice-cube tray. I twist the tray to loosen the ice and fill my glass with ice cubes. Then I turn the sink faucet on cold, and fill my glass to the brim with water and slowly take a long drink. Ah. Cold water is the most delicious thing when you’re hot and thirsty, I think to myself.

I pick up my glass of ice water and walk slowly towards my friend’s bedroom where I know he’s waiting for me. As I step through the door into his room, I notice a sense of peacefulness. He hasn’t turned any lights on yet, and the long rays of sunlight from outside cast a golden glow mixed with shadows throughout his room.

I draw in my breath quickly as I see him relaxing on the bed, naked with his legs spread wide, open and waiting for me. I set my ice water down on his bedside table, the ice cubes clinking against the

glass.

He smiles at me quietly. His serious green eyes lock on mine: “My body is yours. My cock and balls are yours. My ass is yours. Do what you will with me,” he says leisurely, entrusting his body to me, to use for my pleasure.

I open my eyes wide. I feel my mouth begin to water, my pulse speeds up. My hands begin to tremble as my eyes travel over his body hungrily. He looks delicious, every part of him. His arms, shoulders, chest, legs,… his cock, his ass. My pussy leaps with anticipation, and a warm, tingling sensation washes over me.

But I pause, feeling overwhelmed at all the possible choices. Anxiety and shyness momentarily paralyze me. I remind him, “I’m used to being told what to do, or having it done to me. I feel a bit lost not being under someone’s control. I’m not sure what to do.”

“Do whatever you want,” he says.

I don’t find his answer particularly helpful, but knowing, and accepting, that he’s not about to change, I say, “Okay, please let me know if I do anything you don’t like.”

He reaches out to grasp my hand gently, intertwining his fingers with mine. He says, “Don’t worry. You’re very hot, and I love your sexual energy. You’ll be great.” He gives me a quick peck on my cheek and lays back, relaxing on the bed again, watching me.

I’ve decided the first thing I want is to touch him all over his body, to feel his skin against mine. But I might as well give him a little show. I slowly start dancing, moving seductively (or at least trying my best!), swaying my ass, rubbing my pussy through my dress.

I try to look him in the eyes, but I find myself casting my eyes down and biting my lip nervously. As I sway my body side to side, I grab the hem of my dress, raising my arms, lifting it up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Then I unhook my bra, freeing my small breasts. I keep dancing.

I turn around so my ass faces him, and I slowly remove my undies, uncovering my ass cheeks. I give them a wiggle, then twirl around and face him, and I’m standing naked in front of my friend for the first time, feeling both self-conscious and excitingly exposed.

“You have a beautiful pussy and tits! Oh, my, god, want to eat you!” he exclaims, starting to sit up and move towards me.

“Thank you. Mmm. That sounds delicious and would feel so good. But it’s my turn first, remember? Maybe later,” I tease, pushing my hand gently against his chest. He lays down again reluctantly, and I smile at him as I get on the bed, crawling to him between his legs.

I lay my hand on his left thigh. I feel the warmth beneath my fingers. Electricity jolts through me. I haven’t touched a man in so long it feels like the first time. My body aches with desire.

I rub my hand along his inner thigh and then up over his ass. I love the curve of his ass, and I stroke it gently. Then I shyly touch a fingertip to his anus and rub it tenderly, round and round, tracing around the edge, feeling his soft, bumpy rim.

“Ahh. It feels good when you touch my anus.”

“Mmm. I’m glad,” I say bending over and laying the flat of my tongue against his delectable asshole. I lick it briefly and give it a soft kiss.

Then I lay both of my hands on his inner thighs, stroking them, coming closer and closer to his cock, but not touching it, yet. Not because I don’t want to, but I’m enjoying the anticipation, feeling my desire well up inside of me.

I move my hands over his ass and hips, up his abs to his broad chest. I rub it with long strokes. I touch his nipples with my fingers, enjoying how erect they are. I lean over and lick and kiss and mouth his sweet little nipples, enjoying their hardness beneath my tongue.

Then I rub his shoulders, his biceps, feeling his strength beneath my fingers. I lean over and breathe deeply the scent of his warm skin. I kiss his neck, then his ear. I nibble on his ear lobe and blow gently in his ear, whispering softly, “I want you so much.”

He replies simply, “You can have me. Take me.”

I smile at him shyly. Then I tilt my head up, saying, “Mmm Thank you… I intend to.”

Having this much control over a man feels… strange, but thrilling. Though sexually submissive by nature, I’m definitely enjoying myself. Now it’s time to put my plan into action.

I take a couple sips of ice water, feeling the cold travel down my throat, and let an ice cube melt on my tongue. Then I kiss his hot, delectable lips. I insert my cold tongue in his mouth. Mmm. He tastes so good. My lips and tongue warm up quickly from the heat in his mouth. Our tongues touch and press together moving in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining and exploring each other’s mouths.

Oh, god, kissing him feels wonderful, the softness, the roughness, the wetness, the taste.

I sit up and stick my fingers in the glass of ice water. Taking out an ice cube, I press it against the warm skin on his chest and draw figure eights with the melting ice cube around his nipples, enjoying watching rivulets of water drip down the sides of his body. I lick them with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin mixed with the water.

I put the ice cube on his right nipple and see his nipple get harder. Then I remove the ice and put my warm mouth on his cold nipple. Mmm. So nice.

I kiss on down his body towards his cock. I kneel between his legs, bowing my body in front of his cock. I see precum glistening on his sweet slit. I tentatively reach the tip of my tongue to taste a drop. As I pull away, his wet slipperiness follows my tongue in a long silken thread. I lick my lips with pleasure.

I reach my hands towards his shaft eagerly, but then I stop. “It’s okay if I touch it?”

“Yes, I’d like that. You can do whatever you’d like. I trust you.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock firmly and stroke it. I gasp. It feels wonderfully alive in my hands.

I kiss the head of his cock tenderly. Mmm. Shiny precum continues to drip out. I take the tip of my tongue and decadently swirl its slipperiness around and around. Then I take the flat of my tongue and lick up and down his shaft, making hungry moans and slurping sounds as I spread his slick, sweet precum all over his cock. Mmm. He tastes so good.

I put an ice cube in my mouth and chew it, crushing the ice with my teeth. I hug his cock with my lips. His cock feels incredibly hot against my cold tongue. Tiny bits of melting ice rub against his shaft as I move my mouth up and down its length as far and deep as I can go. He moans. Soon the ice has melted away completely, and his cock feels increasingly hot and hard between my lips.

He puts his hands gently on my head, running his fingers through my hair, then carefully cradles my head in his hands. I look up at him, my mouth full of his hard cock, and I give him a little smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I blush happily, wondering fleetingly how I can look beautiful with the awkward shapes my lips and cheeks must be making as I suck on his cock, but very glad he thinks so! Since my tongue is otherwise occupied, I simply say, “Mmmm mmmm,” causing my mouth to vibrate around his cock. He squirms and seems to enjoy it, so I give a longer low hum. A groan escapes his mouth, and I feel his hands push against my head.

His cock has expanded and feels like a hot, living, steel rod sliding through my soft, embracing lips and mouth. I love the sensation of it gliding over my sensitive tongue. I’m moving my head up and down slowly, sucking hard, enjoying such an intimate act, his beautiful, precious cock filling my mouth and throat.

But, oh, god, my pussy aches and needs him inside so badly. I slide my mouth to the end of his cock, giving it one more long, soft kiss.

Then I straddle his body, with one leg bent on either side. I touch his cock to my pussy. I rub the head against my clit. Ahh. Fuck, that feels nice.

“My pussy needs your cock inside. May I…?”

“Oh, my god yes!” he replies.

I lift my body up and slowly lower my pussy onto his cock. Ahh, it feels good as he slides inside my wet, slippery tunnel. I lean over, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him close, and we kiss while I slowly move my hips back and forth, grinding my clit against him and feeling his wonderful cock moving deep inside me.

He puts his hands on my ass and assists my movements, pulling on my hips. He begins to thrust his cock rhythmically, deeper and deeper. Ahh.

We move faster: we’re in sync and slowly increase the rhythm. My orgasm builds inside me. Higher and higher. My pussy squeezes his cock tightly. Mmm. God, I feel so good.

We’re moving fast and wild now, gripping onto each other, riding each other hard, moaning… groaning… whimpering. The room fills with the sounds of our fucking. The bed squeaks, the headboard bangs against the wall. I’m breathing loudly, gasping, having a hard time catching my breath I’m so overtaken with passion.

Reaching the crest of my orgasm, then hanging there, hanging, hanging at the peak, I feel my warm fluid gushing from my pussy. I moan, cry out his name almost in a scream, and I crash over the top in a huge downward rush. My body pulses hard, and at the same time he gives a big, deep, strong thrust and his orgasm hits full force. His cock explodes inside me, squirting out strong, full jets of hot cum, filling me up with his goodness. We hold on tightly and ride the wave together. We shake as he cradles me in his arms while I continue to pulse and pulse from my orgasm for well over a minute.

Our movements slow, our breathing calms down, our heart rates return to normal. Yet I feel anything but normal! My face is flushed and glowing with elation. We lie in bed holding each other, with him still inside me. Then I feel his cock slide out. I sigh. He holds me closer.

“Thank you for playing with me,” I say dreamily.

He responds, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That felt really good.”

He glances over at my glass of water. “The ice is almost all melted. I’ll go get a fresh glass of ice water, if you’d like to continue to play.”

I tell him, “I’d love that.” I sit up on the bed and spread my legs wide. With an excited glint in my eye I continue, “My body is yours. My tits, my ass, my pussy are yours. Do what you will with me.”

Giving me a quick smile, he gets up and says quietly, “I’ll be right back.”

By SwiftyTilting, for Literotica

We All Have Needs

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 20 Jun 2025 19:29:00 +0000

Brick and mortar shopping has more options, for those who take a chance.

By Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments.

As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.

But it had been over a year since my divorce, longer still since the last time I'd gotten laid, and I was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation.

"Just pick something," I chided myself, "pick something, pay for it and get the fuck out of here. Who gives a fuck what these people think? You'll never see any of them again anyway."

Finally, I settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking cunt and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star whose name I recognized and found attractive.

I was wondering to myself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately I'd still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone, when I plowed right into her.

I'd been looking down, trying to hide my face as I approached the counter, already fishing my wallet out of my back pocket so I could cut down how long I had to spend checking out, and never saw her.

Both of us let out a yelp at the collision, and the packages we'd each been holding fell to the floor with a clatter.

I knew it was a woman more by the feel of her as we'd collided than by sight, and I actively avoided looking at her as I bent down to scoop up both our items.

Along with my fake plastic cunt, I found myself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, "Life-like feel, Vibrates! U S B rechargeable! Provides hours of pleasure!"

I stood up, trying to brace myself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy I was planning on masturbating with later.

"I'm so, "My eyes met hers as I finished standing. "Sorry."

She was stunning. Probably a little younger than I; late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that.

Her straight, fine, chestnut brown hair framed the almost perfect oval of her face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over her shapely, rounded cheekbones. If she'd had to color her hair, it didn't show.

Her sloping nose tapered to a fine point above her thin yet full pink lips.

Her make-up was effective enough to highlight her features without disguising her maturity.

But it was her dark brown eyes that captured me. In them, I saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in my own eyes, along with a hint of something else I couldn't quite place.

"It was my fault," she was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice.

"No, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," I countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide.

Instead, I stood frozen, staring at her eyes. Her deep, dark eyes.

She was speaking. I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my trance.

"Um, can I have my, package?" She was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of her face told a different story.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I said, handing her the phallic sex toy.

We stood silently staring at each other until she finally broke into a foolish grin. "I've probably been in a more embarrassing situation than this before," she chuckled nervously, "but I certainly can't remember when."

I found myself laughing as well. "Hey, look, we're both adults. We all have needs. We're supposed to be beyond being ashamed of this by now, aren't we?" I tried to say it with enough casualness that I might actually convince her that I believed my own words.

Her laugh became lighter, more genuine. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

Her twinkling eyes fixed on me for a moment, then glanced at the box in my hand featuring the naked porn star with legs agape, alongside the image of the toy replica of her most intimate area, and gave me a wry smile. "Well, enjoy your evening, I suppose."

Backpacking couples turns wild on nude day.

Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

At fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.

A few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt; you name it.

When our kids were young, scouting and other activities led to meeting other couples of our own age and interests. We have met a few couples doing the same kind of thing, enjoying the great outdoors and time together at the same time, and a few have become very good friends.

This particular morning was the third morning of a trip that Mary and John had planned and directed. It was a bit of a surprise to get the invite since it was supposed to be our turn to plan the next outing, a duty usually passed around on a rotating basis.

But as expected, Mary had done her homework and picked an incredible out of the way location. Mary isn’t pushy or rude. We went to bed last night on the side of a mountain overlooking a western range, the sun turning the sky to burnt orange as it slowly sunk behind the peaks. The night insects and tree frogs provided a gentle chorus and helped to mute the sounds of lovemaking from the other two tents, as my wife and I crawled into ours naked.

Backpacking is an art of carrying every necessity on your back, and hiking into the wilderness. So the creature comforts are very limited, thus the challenge. There is just nothing quite like making love in a tiny, two man tent, with little room to move. Your positions are limited, as are your motions, which leads to an interesting arrangement of actions and positions you might not consider for your large comfortable bed. As I lay panting, snuggling my wife's sexy and sweaty body, I wondered if we were as noisy to the others, as they seemed to us.

Morning dawned as early as it always does on any mountain elevation, with the sound of birds chirping in the pines and the sun filtering through the branches. I yawned and gave my wife's still naked, sexy tits a kiss before crawling out of the tent as naked as she was. I used our tent to shield myself from the others while I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and then stepped into the pair of flip-flops I liked to use around camp. I looked around, and to my surprise, saw Mary squatting by the fire, staring right at me. I had absolutely no doubt that she has seen me standing there naked with my normal morning woody. She had on a long t-shirt, but with her facing me and her knees spread wide it was an easy view up the bottom of her shirt to her pussy, which looked to be freshly shaved.

With Mary and her husband, John, there is no doubt who wears the pants in that relationship; although Mary's soft manner tends to hide her dominating spirit. She will look at you with her smiling green eyes, framed with her always curly brown hair, and you simply know you will be doing whatever she says. In her forties, Mary is quiet and subdued, until you cross her. Only then does her sharp intellect and tongue come out to greet you. She is not quite as slender as I'm sure she was in her youth, and her husband is a bit heavier, although from what I have seen it's all muscle.

I did have the chance to see Mary mostly naked once, accidently walking up on her while she was peeing in the bushes, on the previous campout. She made sure to give me a good look before walking over to me, her pants still around her thighs, and undoing my belt. She had my cock out and stroked hard in no time before giving me a wet kiss on the lips and then walking away, leaving both of us hanging. Since that time she has teased me mercilessly with periodic, extremely brief, flashes of her tits or pussy. But never have I seen her whole body naked at once. Not that I don't want to. I mean she is pretty damn hot.

She smiled and waved me over, which served to snap me back to the present, making sure to hold her knees apart as I moved closer.

"Morning, enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her.

"Yeah, it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."

She smiled and winked at me before dropping to her knees to cover herself when she heard a tent zipper. It wasn't long before the entire camp was up and moving around. The morning chores included breakfast and a quick camp cleanup before we settled around the lightly smoking fire to decide the day's activities.

"So, anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general.

"July fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your birthday is it?" He joked.

In stark contrast to Mary and John are Mark and Christa who are in their thirties, very athletic, and if allowed to, will push our physical limits pretty far. Thin and fit, they have done much more ambitious climbs than I will ever attempt. Mark is your typical athletic type and his wife is really easy on the eyes; about five six and only a hundred forty pounds or so, most of that in her chest, I think.

While I haven't ever seen Christa naked, I have had the pleasure of seeing her in some pretty skimpy bikini's that her easily 38 D chest was trying hard to fall out of. Her blond hair and gentle blue eyes give her a Barbie-doll look, but she has the spirit of a redhead. She loves a stimulating conversation and will debate almost any topic. I have enjoyed many a discussion with her as we hiked up trails, usually calling it a draw by the time we reached our camp site.

"Oh I wouldn't quite say it's my birthday. But it is a similar & special day." Mary said from her spot where she was sitting on a small log we had pulled into camp. "It's National Nude Day, and I think we should all wear birthday suits today, to celebrate it!" she concluded.

"You're kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her face. “Buck naked?”

"No, I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious as can be.

"But someone might see us naked!" Christa piped up.

"Well first off, I checked the back-country permits when I signed up with the national park service. There isn't anyone else around here for miles.

And second off, what are you worried about? Those bikini's you wear don't exactly cover a hell of a lot." Mary retorted with a smile. "You don't really think that the guys can't tell what's under them after you get wet do you? I mean that white one is completely see-through at times."

The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun.

I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.

Where to go next and what to do had been the two big questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply, enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.

Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.

Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of lift.

My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.

My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side, now that we were in France.

As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from the depths of the cab hailed me with,

"Hop in sweetheart."

I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung myself & my duffle in.

"Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat.

"Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied, taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin.

"So 'ow long you going for?"

"I don't have to be back until October to start university classes."

"Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.

“Speaking of work,” I ventured a question.. “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered? How’s that working out?”

“My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.”

“How’d you learn?” I asked.

“Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was around.” She explained.

The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours.

"So off for the three-S holiday are we?"

"The three S?" I said quizzically.

"Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell someone’s age by their three esses?"

"Sorry, I'm not with you."

"Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?"

"OK!"

"Sun, sea and?"

"Sand!"

This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life!

"OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?"

"Sangria?"

"Getting better, much better, but still not there. One more try."

I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of nowhere.

"Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it.

"How many letters?" She took one hand off the wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted.

"Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my brains, but even sangria was only seven.

"I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into silence. I could hardly believe my ears.

"Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging. Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!

"Come on now." She said placing one hand on my knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all. "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”

"Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are johnnies in your pack aren't there?"

This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner.

"You win." I said reluctantly.

"Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples.

"Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was.

"Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!" Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh.

"That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."

I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head. Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an erection and what to do then?

"I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I muttered weakly.

"Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled past.

"OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a forfeit. You start."

I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal conversation when she asked me.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's the most embarrassing moment of your life?" Shit! I thought.

"Do I have to answer."

"Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging."

"Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."

The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for truth."

"What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting an evasive answer.

"My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you loose your virginity."

"Um, er, well, er......"

"Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?"

"Er yes."

"Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go."

"How old were you when you first had sex?"

"Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn. If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"

I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could really think of the answer my mouth said.

"Find a nice boy and take him up to my room."

"Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."

I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were definitely a liberating decade.

Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a diagonal line with lots of other lorries.

"That's it for today. Let's eat."

We walked over to the building and as I followed her I couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.

They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception.

"Where are you off to?"

"Get a room."

"Well, if you want to save some money and you promise to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them. Your decision."

I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!

We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.

She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this because I could feel my cock swelling.

She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap.

"Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound convincing but obviously failed.

"We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare." Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over here and get a bit more comfortable."

What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was naïve.

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."

Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked. First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just how good you can be."

The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening? Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.

After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it towards her entrance.

No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and whispered in my ear.

"Just stay still, don't try to move."

I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly.

"Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered realising it hadn't been much of a success for her.

"Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits yet and here I was, spent.

"I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."

I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready to go again after just a few minutes of stroking.

"This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back and you have promised to be good."

She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts, feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close. It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.

We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road.

"My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.

We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection. She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqué conversation. She talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather.

We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the unloading.

"I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."

The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my embarrassment.

"Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have ya?"

"Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave a burst of that dirty laugh.

We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable, without being in any way posh.

"Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."

I was still processing the information. We were going to shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.

We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.

She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other. This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of my cock.

The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she spoke.

"OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."

Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may have been learning fast, but I was still naïve.

After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about, investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is until she slid down my body and kissed it.

I had never heard of this before and she sensed my apprehension.

"Just relax and go with it!" These were the last words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again.

"Girls like this too, you know," She said pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy, pink lipped, blond hair surrounded, cunt.

I followed her example, licking slowly and positively, from bottom to top. It tasted divine and le

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 09 Jun 2025 16:15:00 +0000

Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.

We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60’s, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages.

Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60’s, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes.

The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy.

As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm.

The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn’t worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time.

It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then.

The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise’s chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant.

She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight.

Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature

I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo.

However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience.

It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra.

This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies.

Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau’ to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches.

On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same.

How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can’t remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn’t as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that.

One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau’ discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte’, which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling it.

The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau’ and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm.

Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys’ boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more.

I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time.

Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn’t learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau’s day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so.

Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine’s cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy!

I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants!

I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand.

I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn’t normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers.

I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up.

Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery,

“À la prochaine.” Or, until next time.

What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering.

She didn’t look any different! But she’d just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even.

I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room.

I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind.

Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine’s hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less.

I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine’s massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later.

The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty.

At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami.

It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room.

The day’s work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise.

The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.’ Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own.

Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered.

“Désolé.”

Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response.

“De rien!” It’s nothing!

Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn’t had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced.

We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards.

Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.’ Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs?

This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal.

As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck.

This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte’. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced.

Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said.

“ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end.

What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin.

I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said.

“I think it is time you to go to your room.”

The next morning at breakfast I just didn’t know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise’s naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking,

“So you had the pleasant dreams, no?”

The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot.

By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV.

On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly.

“How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes.

After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.’ Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast.

I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn’t leave a mark on the bedding.

My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.”

She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end.

She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties!

Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn’t help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk.

“Viens, viens. Clothes off!”

I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel.

“This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash.

I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs.

I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming.

I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible.

It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh. She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear.

“Now you relax.” Her ha

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 09 Jun 2025 01:39:00 +0000

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 3

Karen Embarks on a cure campaign.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Karen sighed, "Might as well. Let's go kill the libido of an entire civilization, Holland."

Holland took her arm and soon the cell where she was held disappeared and another space formed around them. Captain Hemsworth and several crew members from the ship stood nearby, as well as Ensign Holland who was still holding her arm, reassuringly. Looking around, Karen saw that they were in what appeared to be a sound-booth of sorts. One crewmember activated some equipment and moved one protruding tentacle closer to Karen's mouth and another toward Captain Hemsworth's.

"Are we ready, Ellis?" Captain Hemsworth asked, clearing his throat. Ellis nodded and stepped back from the tentacles. Hemsworth tapped the end of the tentacle and a booming noise reverberated around the room. He cleared his throat several more times and straightened his collar. "People of Priam! Your deliverance has come! You sent us forth among the stars to find the cure to the horrid addiction of filth that has infiltrated our minds and we have not failed you! We have dedicated our lives to this effort, foregone having families, and any comforts of home to bring you this salvation! Behold; The Karen!" he proclaimed, gesturing for Karen to speak.

"Um; hi?" Karen said, unsurely. Hemsworth glanced at Ellis who was reading some type of display. Ellis frowned and motioned for her to continue speaking. "Um; my name is Karen;"

"Hi Karen;” several crew members responded unanimously before Captain Hemsworth cut them off with a gesture.

"Um; I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to say. I heard you're all having some troubles. I'm sorry. I know what that's like. I've had some troubles, too. I married the wrong person; someone who didn't really love me. I wasn't brave and I tried to avoid trouble too much. I had four kids, but they grew up seeing me treated badly, so they don't really see me as being worth much; if they don't need me to be a mom anymore, what good am I to them? I love them, but; I wish I had done more with my life. Now, I'm getting a divorce; and now that I'm in my 50's, I'm not young and beautiful anymore, so it's like I'm invisible to most people. My body hurts more than it used to; and I'm afraid most days. I don't know what's going to happen to me. Everything keeps changing and I don't know where I belong. I feel like I've failed all the time. But, they said that maybe I could help you, so; I hope I can help make things better for you. I'd like to see something good come out of all this," Karen said, wiping some tears off her cheeks. Holland stepped next to her and took her hand. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Ellis?" Hemsworth asked.

Ellis looked up from the display, a disconcerted expression on his face. "I don't understand;” he murmured, leaning down and feverishly working on the equipment. "They're hearing it. I know they're hearing it;”

"It's not working? She just spoke more than it took to knock out the entire bridge crew! What do you mean it's not working?" Hemsworth said, frustrated. Karen looked at Holland, who simply shrugged.

Captain Hemsworth frowned with determination and motioned to Karen, "Speak again. Louder. Talk about the cobb salad! Men, brace yourselves!" he ordered.

"Cobb salad?" Karen repeated, surprised. "Oh, well, um; it's just yummy. It's got hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, bacon, and avocado on a bed of lettuce; chives and bleu cheese over the top is good, too. The nice thing is that all the ingredients are put into neat little rows across the lettuce, so you can choose exactly what you want in each bite! It's not just a big mess like other salads. You know, I could make you one ; do you guys have avocadoes?" she said enthusiastically, looking to Holland.

Holland immediately began looking up something on his hand-held computer. "Av-o-ca-does; do they yield their young willingly, or do we need to;"

"What the hell is going on???" Captain Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland's ear and looking inside. "Holland! You're not wearing protection! Why aren't you unconscious on the floor?"

"Oh, um; they were kind of uncomfortable, and they made it hard to hear what she was remembering, and;"

"You Remembered With The Karen? What Is Wrong With You?" Hemsworth shouted, before calming himself. "Momoa, get some caffeline ready. I need to hear her again," he said, bracing himself as he pulled what looked like slugs out of his ears. "Speak again about the salad;”

"Okay, uh; most like to eat it with a vinaigrette? I think that gets to be a bit too much if there's bleu cheese on top, though. Sometimes I'll get it with ranch or something creamy because then;"

"What the hell, Holland! What did you do to The Karen? I barely feel anything!" Hemsworth yelled, grabbing Holland by the uniform.

"Um; I don't know; we just talked and remembered; you know, she's really nice, if you get to;"

"Dammit, You've Broken The Karen, Holland! How Are We Supposed To;" Captain Hemsworth yelled until he was interrupted by a knock nearby.

Lieutenant Ellis activated a control on his display and a hole formed in the wall of the room. An assembly of Priamites entered the room, as smoothly as if they were rolled in on a platform together. The crew of the Onan immediately fell prostrate on the floor before them. Karen, unwilling to lie face-down on a floor she hadn't cleaned herself, looked around uncomfortably and gave the assembly a small wave. One Priamite raised her hand to return the gesture but was quickly stopped by her neighbor.

"Welcome, crew of the Onan," one of the assembly said, followed by the rest of the assembly nodding agreeably. "We are most appreciative of all your; efforts. We realize that you have dedicated several of your lifetimes to freeing our civilization from the throes of pornographic addiction, and for your many sacrifices, we thank you," the speaker said, then glanced around uncomfortably at the others. "Most unexpectedly, ah; while the Eros Curse was most distressing to the initial generations, the subsequent generations acclimated to it rather quickly. Then, as fashions changed, the Eros Curse became more of a joke, really; dance mixes were made, memes;”

"Excuse me?" Captain Hemsworth said, lifting his face from the floor.

"I mean, sure, the Eros Curse is still out there. It's just that it's ju

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 08 Jun 2025 01:38:00 +0000

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 2

Can a strange marriage survive?

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I want you, Red. I need to make you mine; mine forever. I've never felt like this before; I know I never will again. Marry me." Cal pleaded.

"I;” Karen murmured, glancing around their group to make sure she wouldn't be overheard, "I don't know what to say. You're wonderful; and you've done so much for me, but this has all been so fast. We're still just getting to know each other; and half the time it doesn't even make sense to me why you would want me; but I; I just; can I just finish school?" she asked.

"How you can even think about school when someone like me is ready to give you everything you ever wanted, to take care of you completely, it's just crazy;” Cal murmured, sliding his hand up between her legs and brushing along the edge of her panties.

Karen blushed and squeezed her thighs together, looking around embarrassed. "I just; I just worked so hard to get in. Juilliard's been my whole life for so long," she said, looking up into his eyes pleading.

Cal looked at her through hooded eyes, "Keep looking at me like that and we won't be waiting for anything." His eyes heated as he pulled her closer, dominating her with a hungry kiss while she squirmed self-consciously. The couples around the table smirked as Cal grew even more bold in his explorations.

When he released her, Karen hid her face in his neck as the others cheered. They were his friends, happy to see him happy. Cal glanced at a waiter nearby and gestured for more drinks for the table. The opening act on the stage below finished its last set, but the crowd refused to let the show end. Cheers filled the club, with the crowd demanding an encore.

Castor, the lead singer, waited for the crowd to quiet with a grin, then his eyes drifted upward and his face lit with excitement. "Thank you, thanks guys, you're a great audience. For an encore, we'd love to give you a taste of our next album. We've been banging it out in the studio and I can't tell you how excited we are for it to be released. Problem is, it's got this insane keys part that can't be played by just anyone, but I think I see our studio angel in the audience tonight. Kare, baby; will you come help us out?" he asked, reaching upward to where Karen sat.

Cal's friends turned to look at Karen in surprise. "You play? Like, for real?" Cal's friend Tony yelled across the table to her in surprise. Karen nodded in embarrassment, glancing at Cal.

Everything suddenly froze as Karen rose and walked over to the table, standing over her younger self looking at Cal's face. "Look, you little dummy; look at it! It's right there!" she yelled at Young Karen.

"What's there?" Holland asked, craning his neck to try to see what she was yelling about.

"Cal, for all his big words, rich gifts, and grand gestures; he hadn't told his friends anything about me; because nothing of who I really was mattered to him. Only the things he wanted about me mattered to him ; that I was shy, and submissive, and just grateful to have someone pay attention to me. And here ; look at his face! It fell!" she yelled, gesturing to where Cal sat, leaning back in his chair.

"His face appears still to be attached, to me;” Holland said, doubtfully.

"It's just a phrase. His face didn't actually fall, but his eyes; look, he's still smiling, but you see it in his eyes. He's not happy for me. He's not happy because the moment stopped being about Cal and how he was the great boyfriend spoiling his new stupid girlfriend on her birthday. Once the moment became about me; that I was asked up on stage; that I could do something his friends admired; ugh, why didn't I see it?" she moaned.

"What happened?" Holland asked.

Karen rubbed her eyes with her hand. "I was young. I was asked to do something. I was asked for help. I was a stupid ninny that had absolutely no ability to say 'no' without thinking the world would end; so, I went up and played with the band."

"Oh; was that bad?" Holland asked.

"No, it wasn't bad. It was a great song. I played well and I was just tipsy enough to not feel all the eyes that were looking at me, making my skin crawl. And you know; some part of me; I wanted to do it. I wanted to show myself that I could play for people; outside a quiet studio," Karen admitted. "Everyone always went on and on about how I needed to get over being so self-conscious and how it would hold my career back. That, and part of me wanted to show Cal's friends that I was more than just another girl in the long line of girls that he had gone through; that I was worth something."

"Sometimes I wish our crew would see that I was worth something more;” Holland said, ruefully.

"Yeah; it's hard when you're young. You're dying to show the world what you're worth, how you're special, but they mostly just need you to work hard and do as you're told," Karen sighed, looking around the club. "Some people will never see what's special about you. They see what they want and they really don't care about the rest. It's those people that see who you really are; without wanting anything from you; those are the ones you need to hang onto."

Karen turned her back on the club and the room re-formed into her Newark apartment. The intercom buzzed and Dana rolled out of bed to answer it. "What's up?" she asked.

"Hey; um, I don't have my keys. Can you buzz me in?" Karen's voice shakily asked through the intercom. Dana frowned in confusion and pressed the button to allow her entry. Soon, she opened the door after Karen's tentative knock.

"What happened, Kare? I thought you'd be gone all weekend," Dana said, taking in her roommate's appearance. Karen looked unharmed, but her face was puffy and her makeup was streaked from crying and trying to wipe it away.

"I; uh; I played at the club tonight. Castor Graham was the opening act and he asked me to come up for the encore, so I did."

"You pl

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 07 Jun 2025 01:36:00 +0000

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1

Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission.

"Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.

Ever since the people of Eros had unleashed their horrific weapon on them, the Priamites orgasmed almost constantly. The Eros Curse, which seemed like a gift at first, became a tool of enslavement and oppression as the great Priam civilization devolved into listless people who passed the time sitting and staring at nothing in particular. Even special holidays were simply spent gathered in each other’s' houses, grunting intermittently. The children of Priam, spared by the curse of Eros by living in growth pods, were never exposed to the disease or its effects until the seemingly arbitrary age of 18, so at least there was no trouble with the censors. The demands of orgasming so frequently took its toll on the Priamite's bodies. Dehydration, muscle spasms, and fatigue were common. The effects on the mind were worse. It wasn't until the invention of the cumsuit, which not only reclaimed the fluid loss and prevented dehydration, but also reduced arousing sensations until the wearer was nearly numb, that it was possible for them to journey out into the stars in search of a cure.

Guided by the ancient journals of the revered Dr. Fehr, the Priamites had come to a small planet where it was foretold that there was a force of great and terrible power. It was hoped that this force could be used to break free of the cruel Eros Curse, but time was running out. Even wearing the cumsuits, the crew of the Onan, who were the most stoic, intellectual and sexless men of Priam, felt themselves progressively weakening to the Curse. It was only a matter of time until they lost all sense of duty and simply went adrift through the universe.

"No audio yet, Captain. The resonant frequency is so shrill that if we don't modulate the pitch; uh;” Lieutenant Cavill replied, closing his eyes and shaking as he orgasmed, then collapsed and stared blankly at the control panels as he recovered.

Another crewman took over at the panel, "Captain, I can give you audio, but only for a short time. Even on their planet, they; they; oh; oh fuck;” the replacement said, stiffening as he spurted inside his suit, then shook his head to clear it and looked to their leader for orders. Captain Hemsworth braced himself in his chair and nodded for him to activate audio.

A horrendous braying screech filled the bridge, “ No Idea Why You People Can't Even Take An Order Right! I Ordered The Cobb Salad With Extra Avocado! I Don't Care If It's Not On There Or Not! Fix The Damn Menu! I Have Been Coming Here For Over 15 Years And I Know For A Fact That You People Had Cobb Salad On There Two Years Ago When You Were Called Baker's Pie;"

Another voice interjected, soft and conciliatory, "Oh, yes, ma'am; I see the confusion. The Baker's Pie that was here went out of business. This restaurant is Snooker's, now, so we don't have the same menu, but our club salad is very similar to;"

"Are You Actually Interrupting Me? Get. Me. A. Cobb. Salad. Extra Avocado! Do You Understand? Extra Avocado! Mucho Amortado! Comprendo Estupido?"

Even in that short interlude, most of the Onan's bridge crew had begun bleeding from their ears and collapsing onto the deck. Captain Hemsworth, a man of rare tolerance and stamina, struggled past their unconscious bodies to the control panel and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. "Computer, disburse caffeline into bridge life support systems, 15 parts per million," he mumbled, leaning on the control panel for support as the strong stimulant hissed into the room. He didn't like to use the drug, because the heightened energy it gave often led to periods of prolonged involuntary masturbation, but he couldn't afford to waste time for the crewmen to awaken naturally. Not when conditions were so dire on Priam.

Lieutenant Cavill groaned and rose weakly, climbing back into his console chair and checking the readings. "What happened, Captain? Our scans showed a primitive civilization on the planet without any meaningful defenses. What was that? Some kind of weapon?" he asked.

Captain Hemsworth did a double-take at the crewman in wonder, but he said nothing. All around him, he watched the rest of the crew slowly getting to their feet and going back to their positions. All the men were alert, aware, and focused on their duties. Several of them were talking to each other; in full uninterrupted sentences. No one drooled, no one's eyes rolled back; not one of them stared off into space, as if dully re-living the curse that had infected their brains. He, himself, had not even felt the urge to sexually relieve himself once, even with the high levels of caffeline in the air. Indeed, he had not felt anything below the waist; not since he heard that voice. He doubted whether he would have the urge to orgasm ever again. They had finally done it.

"That was no weapon, Cavill; it is what we came here to find. It's the cure that Dr. Fehr told us was here all along. Contact High Command and tell them; tell them we found it. Tell them we have found; The Karen.

The man-eating woman.

After straightening out the incompetent waiter on her order, Karen Carmichael excused herself from her prayer group's table and walked to the restrooms, incensed. What kind of man actually cries when taking an order for a salad? Probably gay; or whatever kids were calling themselves these days. Was there such a thing as "gay" anymore, when people "identified" themselves as whatever the hell occurred to them? What was the point of picking a sexuality when people didn't even have a species anymore?

Of course, Travis the Waiter had to play the victim about it, too, making the entire restaurant gawk over at their table like they were monsters. He probably knew they were a nice church group and went out of his way to make trouble. Sure, they all scream for "tolerance," but their types couldn't wait to attack nice people of faith like her who showed the world what it was to be decent and pure of heart. Well, he could just kiss his tip money goodbye! Tipping had gotten ridiculous anyway; a generation of whiny babies feeling entitled to extra money just for doing their jobs. ‘If ‘; they did their jobs. She couldn't even get a salad; and, by God, if the Manager didn't make things right, her Yelp review on this place would burn a hole through people's screens!

Karen pushed on the door to the restroom tightly clutching her can of pepper spray, because sexual predators were always trying to rape women like her in public restrooms, and she nearly screamed when the door opened. Wet paper towels were everywhere. The garbage bin was overflowing, and some slob had splashed water all over the sink area! Now, she'd have to make the Manager take care of this, too! More drama, when she just wanted to have a nice lunch with her friends. And, of course, the Manager would just try to ‘handle ‘; her; as if she was some unreasonable bitch just for wanting to use a facility that wasn't absolutely disgusting! Then looking near her, but not at her, the Manager would apologize in that fake-nice voice and offer to comp her meal; offering her even more of what was bad in the first place. Managers and their fake apologies. They weren't sorry. The soulless jerks never meant it. They just wanted her to go away; acting like she was a scamming thief instead of someone who just wanted to be treated decently.

She settled on the toilet and tried to calm herself. Lately, half the time she wanted to cry, or scream, or tear out her hair; but it wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. Everything changed around her, though. Menus; her children; hairstyles; prices; everything changed. It felt like everything had just left her behind. She looked everywhere for the things she used to love, but she couldn't find them anymore; and if she did find them, they weren't the same as they once were. Nothing made her feel her joy like she used to. That was it. Maybe she was done; that her turn at having any real joy was over. Now, the only time anyone tried to make her happy, or even looked at her, was when she screamed at them.

Karen opened her eyes to a rattling sound at the door of her long, handicapped

Matching Day: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 06 Jun 2025 01:31:00 +0000

Matching Day: Part 2

The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds.

"Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day."

Livia sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to the ends of the earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't tell him that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems was to run off into the wilderness and never look back.

"They must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for you - and build you a house! My father expected my match to do that with his own two hands."

"Nah, they mostly just like being a spectacle in town, and a big wedding's the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you. As for the house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child with them paving the way for me like this."

"I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!"

Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake."

"Nineteen?"

"I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so I think I'm probably the oldest in ours."

A chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered, enjoying Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that way. She lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily.

"Mason?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you still intend to marry her?"

He shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested on it. "That big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it to one of my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you."

The chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the night, foreboding as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair. "What are we going to do, Mason?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are you we going to do? I mean, you're supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia, and I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People are going to notice if either of those things don't happen."

"We could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, " Mason said doubtfully, and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly not an option. "Or we could run, like I said originally."

"There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured.

"Then, I suppose, this is our only option."

"What is?"

"This. Meetings, like this."

"What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret like this?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Won't someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak out every night?" Mason was living with Salvia's family until his own house was built in Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking advantage of sleeping just down the hall from her.

"Probably not, and even if they do, I told them the very first day I went home with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep outside, under the stars." He chuckled. "They probably think I'm quite odd, but it really is nice, sometimes, to just lay out here and look up at them."

Livia snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the dancing points of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what happens next month, when your family send word for you to come home with her?"

"Hmm, the guys from Micrague probably

Ups and Downs

Piper's Posts — Thu, 05 Jun 2025 14:34:43 +0000

An Office Tower Submission Quest

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

My girlfriend was the love of my life, but I loved challenging her to break out of her shell. I never knew how far would be too far for her, so I pushed to see. I was pleasantly surprised when she exceeded the challenge.

The challenge came when we were on vacation in Las Vegas. I had been planning this for a while, but never in my wildest imagination would I expect what happened.

It all started when I bought her this really sexy, black dress that clung to every curve of her body, it showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg, I bought the thigh high sexiest stockings and black heels to complete the incredible ensemble. When we got to the hotel, the challenge was on. She got all dressed and she looked breathtaking. Her body was barely covered, but covered enough to hide the sacred spots. Now for the challenge, to ride up and down alone on the elevator, don’t get off, just ride up and down with whoever got on. I walked her to the elevator and gave her a very impassioned kiss.

“Timer starts when the door closes, you have one hour, anything goes!” I said with a smile.

She kissed me and grabbed my backside, “You are on, I’ll tell you all about it when I get back to the room.”

I waited in the room for a while and when she didn’t come back, I got a little worried with thoughts rolling through my head. I went to check on her and she was not in the elevator at all. I searched the nightclub downstairs, the restaurant, she was nowhere to be found. I was scared for her and unsure of what to do next. I asked at the front desk, and they told me they haven’t seen her get off on the main floor. I was in panic mode looking for my woman, and I could not find her anywhere, I went and checked back in our room, no, she wasn’t there either.

When she finally came in, she looked like she was exhausted and ready to go to sleep. I begged her to tell me what happened, and this is what she told me:

“At first I was bored, the men all wanted to talk to me trying to get a date, the women scorned me or ignored me, nobody really interacted with me until this really pretty young woman, when she noticed that I was standing alone in the corner all dressed to kill, she asked if I was okay. I told her what you told me to tell anyone who asked, “no, I’m really horny and I need someone to help me,“

She smiled at me and said, “I’ll be glad to help.”

She came over and grabbed me by the hair and kissed me. At first she was kind of timid, but then the passion and lust took over and before I knew it, her tongue was probing in my mouth. She dropped her purse, and her hands explored my body. I felt the hemline of my skirt move up and her fingers slid between my legs. I parted my legs and her hands slid up to grab my panties. Her tongue felt great inside my mouth, but I really wanted it somewhere else, she knew instinctively what I really wanted, and her head started travelling down my body. I could feel her breath on me as she travelled past my breasts and I felt my underwear sliding down my legs. I leaned up against the wall and fantasized what was really going to happen.

Once my panties were on the floor, I felt her fingers slide back up my legs and tease my upper thighs. I felt her breath, mere inches from my opening, when I felt her tongue reach out and gently touch my lips, I was already dripping in excitement. But when I felt her fingers part my lips and her tongue slid up and down my folds, man, I was already on the edge of erupting. Her tongue drew circles around my clit and her fingers slid up and down my seam as soon as the fingers dove inside I was grabbing her head. It was support for me and encouragement for her. She was magical, my whole body was buzzing as she continued “helping” me. The elevator door opened up, but she didn’t move, her mouth bringing me to new heights. She broke away from me long enough to get something from her purse, then I felt something tickle my ass, then she forced something inside.

She came back to my lips and kissed me passionately. “Trade you!” she said as the door opened, and she left the elevator.

I could feel something in my backside, but it felt good, so I left it there. I realized that my excitement was dripping down the inside of my legs, and I was even more horny than I originally was.

The door opened again and a really handsome gentleman in a dress shirt and tie walked in, “good evening ma’am” he said with a smile. you could tell the state I was in, and he asked me, “are you ok?” I repeated my line, “no, I’m really horny and I need someone to help me!”

He acted like he just won the lottery and hustled over to me, he lifted the hem and was surprised and excited, that I had no underwear on. He got down on his knees and I felt his breath come closer until I felt his lips on my dripping opening. His fingers trailed up the inside of my legs as I felt his tongue enter my opening. He was sliding his tongue up and down along my seem until he found the right spot, he sucked on my clit as I felt his fingers slide inside. Between the woman and now this guy, I was ready to go over quickly, but I fought the urge, I wanted the excitement to build and build slowly before I finished. He was very skilled, and had my body reacting in ways I never thought were possible, I had goosebumps and I was sweating at the same time. He played my body to hit the highs and lows and I was rapidly approaching my release. His finger found the back of me, and he realized I had something in the back. He played with it and pushed it in and out until finally pushing further inside and bit down on my clit. I screamed as my body crashed over the edge, I was barely held up by the railing that I was clutching tightly to keep from dropping to the floor. I leaned up against the wall as he came back up and kissed me.

“A gift for you,” he said as he took his tie off. I smiled and thanked him for his help. The next thing I knew, he was putting his tie over my eyes and tying it firmly in place. The elevator stopped and I heard him get off on his floor. The doors closed and I wondered what was next. My juices coated the insides of my thighs, and I was ready for someone to fulfill my need. I wanted to feel someone inside of me. The elevator stopped and someone got on, but now that I was blindfolded, I was not sure if it was a man or woman, but at this point, I really didn’t care, I just wanted more attention. I was still incredibly horny, and I wanted more.

The door closed and someone grabbed me by the hair, I felt lips on my neck and then I was pushed down to my knees. The straps of my dress were pulled down and my breasts were exposed for the first time on this glorious ride. The hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, and the next thing I knew, someone had placed their hardness on my lips, I opened, and he slid inside. He was big, and filled up my mouth and I was eager to feel him sliding back and forth between my lips. I worked him good for a little while when I heard the doors open. I kept going as his hand grabbed tightly in my hair and pulled me closer. I felt someone else get on the elevator, but I really didn’t mind, I was on a mission, I wanted to feel this persons eruption.

I wasn’t paying attention, but I soon realized that my skirt was up on my waist, my bare ass sticking out for all to see. Whoever lifted my skirt must have seen whatever was in my backside, because I felt it move back and forth inside of my hole. Oh my, it felt really amazing as I continued sucking on the toy in front of me. I could feel the guy inside of my mouth start to grow and I knew he was getting closer, and I could not wait to feel it drip down my throat.

My backside was spanked, and the object was removed, leaving my hole stretched and lonely. It wasn’t for too long as I felt something edging inside of me. My hips were grabbed tightly, and someone entered my ass. He was really big, and he stretched me like I never have been stretched before. I moaned around the member in my mouth and that was all it took, the warmth filled my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop that I could, but some still dripped out of my mouth. I continued sucking every last drop that I could until he slid out of my mouth. I was still being drilled from behind and it felt incredible to be stretched so far, I knew that with all of the excitement so far, I probably wouldn’t last long before I was hurdling to the end. I was riding high and enjoying the feel of him sliding in and out when I felt fingers stroke my clit, wow, this really won’t take long as all of this stimulus has me begging for another release.

I felt something slide inside of my cunt and move in and out slowly as both of my holes were now wrapped around something glorious. They alternated back and forth but as soon as my clit was squeezed, there was no holding back. I bounced my ass back and forth over his rod and sped things up until I was almost there, when I reached back and grabbed his testicles, I squeezed and said, “now, fill me!” a second later I felt the unfamiliar feeling of warmth enter my rear. I squeezed my cheeks and milked him as I hit another orgasm myself. My body shook uncontrollably, trying to get every last drop as my own juices poured out around the toy still inserted inside. I enjoyed this incredible release as my body reacted to all of the excitement over the last hour. When I finally slid off of him, I collapsed to the floor as the elevator stopped and I heard everyone exit. I was not sure if someone got on or not, but at this point I was just satisfied to a new level and ready to be done with this challenge. I finally got up, covered myself, took the tie off of my eyes and I got off on the next floor. I looked for a bathroom and found one at the end of the hallway. I smiled as I passed people in the hallway, not knowing if they were the ones inside of me or not. When I got into the bathroom, I removed the toy, a rather wide plug with a crystal on the end. I smoothed my dress down and came here to find you.

She handed me the little toy and her newly acquired necktie and said, “I’m exhausted, I’ll see you in the morning.”

She kissed me passionately and went to bed, I was reeling from all of her descriptions of what happened in the elevator, and I did all I could to not touch myself. I wanted to wake her up in the morning and play with my beautiful woman.

She has talked many times about that elevator ride, and it always leads to incredible sex, but we have never repeated that performance.

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Matching Day: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 05 Jun 2025 01:29:00 +0000

Matching Day: Part 1

To love risks more than just her heart.

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility.

"Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara.

"What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent.

"There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!"

"Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands.

"That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"

Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?"

"Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement.

"What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.

Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."

Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."

Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?

"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers.

"Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.

Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais.

"Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?

All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.

She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.

With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?

"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.

How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features.

"His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.

He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."

A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?"

The Funeral Courtship

Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.

But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.

We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet of paper folded in half.

I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.

Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.

Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly, they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was almost as deep as Alex's was.

Almost.

Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making arrangements and handling family.

"Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."

I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized I should call the airport.

Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.

It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more than just an adoptive grandparent.

My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled, laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked other boys.

I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and rescue me.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.

But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my hometown in the morning.

A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.

An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.

I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.

After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.

The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.

I jo

Stranger By the Sea

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 02 Jun 2025 16:13:00 +0000

Sexual encounters on the beach lead to a revelation.

by Pearce_R_Daly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One’s body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun’s bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day’s play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness…unless you are alone.

I had not planned to visit the Cape by myself; however, life often takes turns we can’t predict, nor control. Julie and I had been together for two years, seemingly fine, then she told me she had become interested in someone else. As hard as that was to take, when I found out who it was I was devastated…my brother Rich. I probably should have noticed how they would joke, pull pranks together and just enjoy each other’s company. I had no idea this was going on or how long. Maybe it is true that the spouse is always the last to know.

Since the house was already booked, I said; “fuck it”, and headed out for a few days of adventure. I brought enough to keep myself entertained, not looking to drown my sorrows in a bar. I was determined not to carry a banner for my own ‘pity committee’.

In this area known for fun and sun, I had prepared myself for a quiet time of reading and self- reflection. I found a bit of calmness here and thought maybe I should explore. The smell and feel of the ocean air opens one’s other senses as nothing else can.

One evening I headed up to the National Seashore to walk and found myself on a quiet, isolated piece of beach. No one was in sight of where I was…except a solitary women seated, silhouetted against the cresting sea. As I was nearing her, I notice her brown, flowing hair cascading to the mid of her naked back. I cleared my throat as a subtle notice of my presence, she turned and noticed me.

I said hello and asked how she was this evening she smiled and responded that she was quite well. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, arms holding them. It was then that I realized she was totally naked.

We exchanged, what was for me, a slightly uncomfortable conversation. She said her name was Terry and she was visiting friends and just needed to walk out here to clear her head. I told her my name was Vic. She smiled as she looked me up and down. As the conversation continued, she suggested that maybe, if I shed my clothing, we would feel more comfortable; on the same level so to speak. All that I could see of her was hot and as I tried to be non-nonchalant in removing my clothes, my cock springing from my boxers gave me away.

Terry sprang to her feet, running to the water, telling me to catch her if I can. There was no way that I wasn’t going to catch her. And there was no way she was going let me not catch her.

We both tumbled into the water, the cool feel of the Atlantic pulling the heat from extremities…but certainly not everywhere. Our lips met in a deep embrace, my cock hardening against her smooth, flat belly, her hard nipples pressed into my chest. My hands pressed down Terry’s back, caressing the smooth roundness of her ass checks, pulling her to me more. We didn’t know each other, but we both wanted this, needed this and were not about to let the opportunity escape.

Terry clasped my hand, pulling me up the beach to a spot where her clothing and a blanket were piled. She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to take my aching cock into her mouth. Her tongue traced the head and then down and up my shaft, teasing the slit at the tip. She slid her lips over the head twisting and sucking while stroking below. I had to stop her before exploding in her mouth…her lips pulling from my dick with a pop.

Now it was my turn to taste her, even after being in the water, her scent was intoxicating. I licked and kissed around her mounds, finally parting her lips and finding my way to paradise. Terry lifted her hips, grinding and gyrating her hot, wet pussy harder in my face. My tongue working circles around her clit, she grabbed my hair, held me to her glistening pearl, she pressed harder to my face, her orgasm building from deep within. I pulled back quickly to catch a breath, only to be yanked back to her snatch. She was not about to be denied, and she was not, as she shuttered and moaned loudly. As her breath relaxed she let go of my hair, releasing me to pull back and look into her eyes… and a look that said she wanted more.

As I laid back on the blanket, Terry straddled me, slipping my cock into her drenched, dripping pussy. She was rocking herself on me, her exquisite tunnel engulfing all of me, clenching, almost milking me. I noticed another couple approaching, but there was no stopping now. As they passed, they smiled, not saying a word. I could have sworn the women said to her partner that was so hot, she really need to fuck…and soon.

I could feel the pressure building from my balls, I couldn’t hold back for much longer. Terry moaned loudly, she was coming again, which pushed me over the edge, spurt after spurt of cum mixing with her fluids.

We kissed, as she lay on top of me; two strangers, yet in some way, no longer strangers. One could feel the evening chill coming on, so we both headed back into the water to rinse off. Any thoughts of discomfort of each other long passed. Suddenly, the feelings of betrayal seem more distant.

As we walked back up the beach, we paused, me looking into Terry’s soft brown eyes, a connection that I didn’t…or couldn’t understand. A deep kiss brought a realization that such understanding was unnecessary.

We dressed and walked back to the parking lot. As we arrived, Terry said she came to the Cape after breaking from a relationship. I explained that I had a similar situation and was also processing it as best as I could. We both agreed we were glad this evening happened…and we would meet here tomorrow evening around the same time. A warm embrace, a deep kiss, we said good bye and good night. We got into our cars driving away…looking to tomorrow.

After a great night sleep, I awoke looking forward to tonight. I could not seem to stay focused on anything all day so I went from reading to walking to watching TV; yet the day still seemed to drag. Finally, the evening arrived and it was time to head up to the Seashore…and meet up on the beach we were at last night.

I arrived at the parking lot and noticed only one car there… Terry’s. I also noticed the marker plate frame had the emblem of the same dealership as my car. Maybe we actually live near each other. That was a question for later.

As I neared the spot where we had met last night, I spied the beautiful lady, completely nude. She saw me approach, she leaned back on her elbows on the blanket, one knee in the air, which gave me full view of her wonderful attributes. She smiled and said that I was a bit overdressed and should really consider doing something about it fast. I didn’t need to be told twice, shedding all before I got to her blanket. I knelt down and kissed those sweet lips, picked her up and carried her into the ocean.

The water felt amazing as I let her down, holding her, the waves pressing us together with each swell. My hardness pressed to her belly, her stiff nipples poking my chest, we could remain this way forever in my mind. Her gaze was melting me inside…and inside her is where I knew I needed to be.

I picked Terry up and carried her back to the blanket, both of us breathing hard, not from the effort, but from what was to come. As I kissed her lips, she grabbed my cock, lubricating it with my precum, softly, slowly, stroking the length. I kissed down her neck, slightly nibbling and sucking gently her tits, tongue lapping, sucking and finally biting and pulling her sweet, brown nipples drawing a soft moans from her.

My fingers played up her slit, parting her folds and she worked her hand up and down my cock, a slight twist each time she just touch the head, as my fingers circled, then flicked her clit, she pressing to my hand in excitement.

Terry and I were at the point where we needed to stop or else we would come at each other’s hand. I grabbed her, forcing her onto her hands and knees as I approached her from the back, rubbing my dick up and down he slit. Her cunt was moist and mixed with the dripping precum from my dickhead. She was moaning loudly. I also heard other moaning and looking to the right, noticing the couple we saw last night, fucking away on a blanket nearby. This ramped up our excitement even more.

I pressed my cock into Terry’s folds, she pressing back on my engorgement, taking me deeper inside her with each thrust, my hand manipulated her clit, first circling, then rapidly stroking at that pearl. She pushed back, stopping, a deep, low groan and hissing as her orgasm over took her. I paused, held in tight, not moving giving her a moment undisturbed.

Suddenly, she slammed back on me, grinding and gyrating, squeezing my cock with her internal muscles, milking me. I could feel cum building from a depth long forgotten. I groaned and growled, cum rising up my cock. She was moaning, squirting and covering my cock with her wetness.

I withdrew from her drenched pussy, stroking a very few times covering her ass and cunt with each spurt, finally collapsing across her back…as her knees and arms gave way.

I lay over Terry for a while, both of us watching the other couple as they finished their love making. They were just too hot to ignore…not to mention loud. As they recovered, they looked at us, smiling. We all gave each other a thumbs-up…and no words exchanged.

The twilight of the day was settling upon us, so we took each other’s hands, walking to the water for our final rinse. As we walked, we noticed the other couple not far behind us, heading into the surf to do the same. At this point, they introduced themselves as Francois and Natasha, Canadians from Montreal. This explains the exclamations of “Ah, qui” that we kept hearing them say during their passion. All four of us naked, but none of us cared. After some small talk, we bid our Adieu and went to dress and head back to our cars…and tomorrow, back to our daily lives.

Walking back to the parking lot, I told Terry that it looks like we got our cars from the same dealership. She smiled as she told me that she lived only a half mile from me. I asked her last name to which she answered; “Stone”. She asked mine and I said; “Sarken” and we are the only family by that name in the area.

I noticed Terry’s face was ashen, asking her if she was ok. She then shared that the reason she was here, that she had recently broken up when she caught her boyfriend cheating …and his last name was Sarken…Rich Sarken. She had caught him entering a hotel with another woman.

My heart sunk, not knowing what to do. So, I went with the truth. I had planned to come here with my wife until I found out she was in a long term affair…with my brother. And yes, my brother’s name is Rich Sarken. Not sure what to do or say we held each other’s hand tightly and quietly. This went on for several minutes until I started to snicker. Terry smiled and asked what I found so funny.

Hoping she wouldn’t find me completely crude, I said this is kind of like an unknowing revenge fuck. She stared at me with the most serious look on her face…then burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down my cheek, as was Terry. When we calmed down, I pulled her to me, kissing her, tongue fucking each other’s mouths. As shitty as this time at the Cape had started, it is magic had brought our visit to this end. Tonight, I was not to sleep alone, this beautiful lady would spend the night with me.

As autumn has come, back here in our town, Terry and I are together. My divorce is in process, nothing contested. The distance from my brother is quite evident. He nor my wife know that I am in a relationship or with whom.

A lone naked woman on the beach, who shared a moment of freedom with me, when we both most needed it. No one knows what or why things draw people together…but for this I am most grateful.

In the end , vengeance can be sweet, I wish my brother no ill will, but he really needs to squirm…wondering if, or when Terry will tell Julie that he was also fucking around on her.

My mother called today, asking if I could put things behind me enough to come for Thanksgiving dinner. She didn’t want me to be too uncomfortable. I said it would not be me that will be uncomfortable…and that I have someone I would like to accompany me, someone who has a special place now in my life. She was thrilled at the prospect. Terry said she is more than up for it!

Holidays can bring out the best and the worst in folks sometimes, and at the least, some drama. And I for one can hardly wait to see the look on my brother’s face come Thanksgiving. Vengeance will be sweeter than the whip cream on the pumpkin pie!!

And speaking of dessert, where is Terry… I would love eat something a little sweet right now!

Pearce_R_Daly

Sexcapades in the Super Center

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 01 Jun 2025 19:21:00 +0000

Things got hot while shopping with him.

By Appl3bottom24. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

He was at work and I couldn’t wait for him to get home. We had been sexting all day, like we usually do. We have a tradition on Fridays. He makes dinner. He knows it makes me horny when he pampers me this way.

I’m taller than most women, having been a fashion model until my late-blooming body became too womanly for the fashion designers. As my tit’s got more attention on the runway, the garments I wore quit selling. It seemed no one remembered what I was wearing?

He’s a buyer for a national clothing retailer. He saw me on his first month on the job. He was fresh out of college, and part of the buying team tasked with buying for the spring/summer collection; three years ago.

Tonight, he’s running a bit late. He’d stopped at the fitness center along the way home, to run some laps on the club’s rooftop track. Still wearing his nylon running shorts and tanktop while driving home, his last text said to expect him in a few minutes, and “please be patient”.

However, I was extra horny today and needed to touch my pussy. He doesn’t like it when I touch myself without letting him know and sharing/showing him what I’m doing. I thought maybe if I just barely touch it, just for a few minutes, I’d be okay, I couldn’t pull my hand back.

I started off slow, rubbing my clit softly through my panties in slow circles. Before I knew it, my fingers were moving faster and pressing harder against my swelling clit. I couldn’t help but slide my panties to the slide to feel how wet I had made myself. I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t Up and down, I slid my fingers between my pussy lips, spreading my leaking juices up over my clit. It felt so good. I slid a finger into my vagina and pumped it slowly. One finger won’t hurt. Then there were two, then three. I couldn’t get enough. I threw my head back in pleasure as I kept pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. Then just as I felt myself get to the edge,

“Hey, babe!” he yelled up to me. “Do you need anything from the store? I need to get some things to make dinner.”

“Um, ” I threw my head up. “Give me a minute and I’ll come with you!” I thought if I said I was coming down, he wouldn’t come up. I quickly got out of bed and threw on a skirt, crop top, & sandals; and ran downstairs.

He took one look at me, “How could you?” he said in a mock scolding tone.

I debated for a second whether I should play dumb or confess. “How could I what?”

“Your face is flushed and your hair’s a mess. Don’t try and hide the juices dripping down your legs. I could smell your pussy before you came down the stairs. You were masturbating, young lady.” He said in an authoritarian tone, through a smirk.

I broke, “I just couldn’t wait! I’m sorry. I was just so horny. You took forever to get home.” He just stared at me with a disapproving smirk. I slowly walked up to him, and bit my lip, “I promise I’ll make it up to you!!” Then I kissed him on the lips apologetically.

He smiled at me and said, “Get your sexy ass in the car.” He smacked my ass as I walked past him to the garage.

Once we were in the car and out of the garage, I slid my hand over to the top of his thigh. I ran my finger tips up and down slowly getting closer to his crotch. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got onto my knees on the seat. I leaned down and nuzzled my face in his crotch, before slowly reaching under the loose nylon shorts and the stretchy inner liner which somewhat held his package in place. The convenience of these loose, stretchy running shorts allows me quick & easy access, while his waistband stays in place.

I pulled out his cock and started sucking on his head. I swirled my tongue around it, my saliva coating it and dripping down his shaft. I slowly began to take more and more of it into my mouth. He pulled my skirt up over my ass, flashing my soaked panties to any one driving by. Each time he saw someone looking, he also smacked my ass, making sure it jiggled just for their pleasure.

I could feel his cock throb every time someone checked out my ass. As he drove and people stared, he got closer and closer to bursting. I could tell he was trying to hold off. I kept taking him fully into my throat and rubbing my tongue against his shaft until he shot his load into my throat. Gravity worked against me and the cum flowed backward and into my sinuses, causing me to gag and pull out before he was finished. I resumed sucking the tip as the last spurts shot from his cock. By the time I had licked up most of the mess I had made, we were in the super center parking lot.

We walked toward the main entrance, hand in hand. I could feel the puddle of juices soaking my panties. My hair was a mess and there was a small drop of him still on my chin. He pulled me around to the side of the entrance of the store. First, he ran his fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame it. Then he swiped his thumb across my chin and slipped it between my lips to suck off what I had missed. I lightly sucked on his thumb as I swirled my tongue around it making sure to tease him just a little.

I guess I went a little too far, because he pushed me lightly against a wall and kissed my lips passionately. He felt down my body before squeezing and then smacking my ass.

He kissed his way across my cheek to my ear and whispered, “Give me your panties.” Then he kissed my lips before pulling away and looking me in the eyes with a smirk across his face.

I looked around before slowly reaching up under my skirt and pushing them down over my ass and allowing them to fall to my ankles. I slipped one leg out and lifted my other leg to bring my panties up to my hand. Then I grabbed his hand and placed them in his open palm, while keeping my eyes locked on his as I bit my lip. He felt how wet they were and I saw his bulge twitch slightly. He put them away in his zippered back pocket while simultaneously adjusting his turgid cock to look less obvious. He then leaned back in and kissed me grabbing a handful of my ass sliding under just enough to feel the juices dripping down my thigh.

I felt his cock twitch against me before he pulled away saying, “Let’s go inside, babe.”

I turned to walk in and he smacked my ass, making me jump a little. We kept walking and I got a basket and started toward the first aisle, as he was grabbing the few things we needed.

We headed way back toward the wine section. Once we got to the wine, I bent down to see what was on the bottom shelf, making sure that my skirt rid up enough that my ass and pussy lips were in clear view of anyone else who might come into the aisle. He stopped dead in his tracks and admired the view as his cock began to stiffen more, fighting to break out of his thin shorts. He cleared his throat as he squatted down to, ah; “tie his shoe”, behind me. Since no one was looking, he smacked my ass before spreading my ass cheeks and placing his face in between them. I gasped at his tongue’s first touch, almost dropping a bottle. I put it back on the shelf just in time; I jolted upright as he thrusted his tongue inside of me. He smacked my ass again, and stood back up as we heard voices of people talking as they started to turn into the aisle. I know we both wished we didn’t have to stop, but we knew we’d be kicked out if we were caught.

I was now completely soaked and full of excitement. He kissed me again and I could taste my juices on his lips. As we finished getting dinner items, we meandered through the back of the super center. We found ourselves in the more secluded furniture department. We turned down a deserted aisle and he slid his hand under my skirt and start playing with my dripping pussy.

“Fuck,” he said lightly under his breath. “I didn’t think you could get any wetter than you were outside.”

I smirked and blushed before he spun me around. I grabbed his muscular arm as it wrapped around my body. He began moving his fingers faster over my clit as I rocked my hips, grinding his fingers harder against me and my ass against his cock. I felt it getting harder and harder against me, trying to burst through his running shorts. I reached around behind me and started lightly rubbing my hand against his bulge. As he brought me closer to an orgasm, my moans started slipping out of my mouth. He covered my mouth with the other hand and kept going, slowly getting faster, pushing me over the edge forcing me to cum on his fingers.

Before I could even begin to regain myself, he pushed me out of the aisle and through the doors to the stockroom, and to the nearest work table. He lifted me up and sat me on it before pushing me down onto my back. He lifted my skirt to expose my juicy pussy to the stockroom air. He lightly grazed his fingers between my slit before sliding two fingers inside. I looked up at him as he pulled my crop top up to expose my natural 36D tits. He leaned down to suck on one nipple and then the next as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. He gradually pumped faster and faster as I arched my back in pleasure.

I kept trying to hold back my moans but I couldn’t help but let him know how good he was making me feel. He covered my mouth once more as he started flicking my g-spot over and over. I started trying to break free from his grasp as I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet with what was about to come next. He didn’t care. He looked me dead in my eyes as I began to get onto his level of not caring. I eventually stopped fighting and gave in to his fingers. He rocked his fingers inside of me hard and fast pushing me over the edge. I grabbed some shop towels off a nearby stack and shoved them into my face to keep my screams quiet. I had them in place just in time. I started squirting in the middle of the stockroom.

Once he had gotten out everything I had in me, he stepped back to admire his work. My juices were pooling and dripping off the edge of the table into a puddle on the concrete floor. I slowly sat up and grabbed him by his belt and pulled his body between my legs for a “thank you” kiss. I felt his cock poke my swollen pussy lips through his jeans and I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed his cock inside of me.

I started pulling his cock out of the inner liner & out the bottom of the loose nylon shorts and desperately demanded, “Get that fat cock inside of me, now.”

Only he wasn’t willing to give in entirely to my demands just yet. He grabbed me by my hair and walked to the side of the table. He pulled me back onto my back before spinning me through my juices to hang my head off the edge of the table upside down. He grabbed the towels I had used to cover my face and placed them under my neck to make me more comfortable.

He pulled his cock out and let it flop down onto my face. I stuck out my tongue and begin lightly grazing it across his shaft before reaching above my head to grab his ass. I opened my mouth and pulled his body closer to my head forcing his cock slowly down my throat. After a few pumps, his cock became drenched in my drool. He continued thrusting his cock down my throat over and over as he spread my legs wide open. For a few seconds, he just stared down at my glistening pussy, legs up & straddled with knees bent outward. He lightly slid his hands down toward my thighs, to rub my labia and back up knowing I wanted more. I was about to protest as he shoved his cock deep down my throat, his balls smacking me in the face. In that very second, he smacked my clit with a quick slap. My scream was muffled by his fat cock.

He yanked his cock from my lips to let my drool drip down my face. He spun me around, pulled me off the table and then bent me back over it before I could even process what had happened. Then he guided his cock between my pussy lips. I groaned in anticipation as he just slid his cock back and forth over my clit between my thighs. I kept thinking, “stick it in now, now, now, now,” with the beat of his thrusts in hope that he would enter me. Time after time I was wrong. I reached back and grabbed his arms as the held tightly to my hips.

He let go and pulled out and I had given up hope. I assumed he was just going to make me wait until we got home. I started to stand up when he bent me back down and forced his entire length deep inside of me. I felt every inch throughout my entire body as it stretched my tight pussy. I let out one loud moan before covering my own mouth desperately not wanting to get caught at this moment.

But it was too late. I was devastated to hear footsteps and a pallat truck coming our way. He pulled out and put his cock away as I tucked my tits back under my crop top. He grabbed my hand and we ran around behind the next stockroom aisle, then into a janitor’s closet.

He pulled me in, shoved me up against the shelf, and pulled his cock back out. I was so relieved to see it again; thankful that this adventure wasn’t over. I lifted one of my legs up onto the edge of the shelf and braced myself for his fat cock. This time, he knew better than to waste time teasing me. He pushed his cock back inside of me and reached around to grab my ass. He pulled my hips to meet his, as his cock plunged deep inside of me; out and back again. I tried to bite my tongue to keep from being too loud. I grabbed at the shelf above me to try and steady myself as he pounded into me over and over. I thought I had control over my excitement for the moment so I started rubbing my clit.

He moved one hand to flip up my crop top, to pull my tits back out. He stared at them as they bounced from his thrusting. Then he wrapped his fingers behind my neck. He felt my pussy gush, making him fuck me even harder. My fingers started moving faster and my legs started shaking. He ran his arm under the leg that was on the shelf to pull it up higher and to hold me steady. Some of the supplies on the shelf began falling off and making a lot of noise but he couldn’t care less.

He kept plowing into me. I couldn’t hold anything back anymore. He knew I was about to cum so he shoved his hand into my mouth to keep me quiet as he forced his cock deeper than it had ever been before. With that final thrust, my orgasm ripped through my body. This one took me by complete surprise. I made no sound; I was completely speechless. My mouth was wide open and my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my entire body tensed up and froze as if I were possessed.

With everything shaking and spazzing, my juices poured out of me all over his cock. This sudden rush pushed him over the edge almost simultaneously. I felt his cock throbbing inside of my swollen pussy as he shot rope after rope deep inside of me filling me up with everything he had. My orgasm was still hitting me hard for longer than I had ever felt before. My pussy squeezed around his cock as it milked every drop. He kept his cock inside of me as we both calmed down, his cum trapped inside of me.

He finally pulled out and sat on a big pail, eye-level with my pussy. Holding my legs wide apart, he rubbed my swollen clit in circles as his cum slowly began pouring out of me onto the tile floor.

When we regained our senses, we quickly tucked everything away and stealthily returned to the store, to collect our basket from where we left it in the furniture section. My puddle was still on the stockroom table and floor. We went through check out, .

We got into his car, reveling in the rush of our latest public sexcapade. He drove us home as we sang along to the classic rock ballads blasting on the car sterio. When we got there, we unpacked the groceries and he began making us dinner. I hopped in the shower to wash our juices off my ass, cunt, and legs; and the sticky jizz out of my hair. I put on my short, silk robe and walked out to join him downstairs for dinner. As we ate and talked and laughed, I kept catching him staring at my nipples as they poked through the silk robe. Once we had finished eating, he hopped in the shower as I loaded the dish washer. I finished before he was out which only meant one thing. He was waiting for me to join him.

I ran upstairs & stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. There I saw him slowly jerking his cock through the frosted glass door. I bit my lip, undoing my robe and letting it fall, as I slowly opened the shower door.

“Do you want any help with that, young man?” I asked in a scandalous maternal tone of mock shaming.

He slowly turned towards me, his cock standing firmly. I didn’t hesitate to slide in and get down on my knees. I started sucking his cock as the water ran down my body. I slid my hand down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit slowly. He threw his head back from the water and moaned as I pleasured his ever-growing cock.

I stood up and poured some soap into the palm of my hand. I started to lather my tits and ran my hands down my body to my pussy then around to my ass. I ran them back around and started to lather up his cock. As I stroked, he fondled my ass. He pulled me into him, forcing his cock between my legs. He thrusted his cock back and forth as I squeezed my legs around him.

He lifted one of my legs up over his shoulders as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided his cock inside of me. He slowly started thrusting his cock as deep as he could. Faster and faster, his cock pounded my pussy. I tried to grab onto something to keep my balance. It was too slippery so he pulled out and spun me around, shoving me into the shower wall.

He bent me over and spread my legs apart. He guided his cock over my clit and between my pussy lips before slowly sliding it inside of me. I moaned as his cock spread me apart. He didn’t waste anytime. He started pounding my pussy, soapy water splashing everywhere. He reached around and started rubbing my swollen clit in fast circles. Both of us moaning and groaning, I’m surprised our neighbors didn’t call to complain. We were both so sensitive after the day we had, we were both about to burst.

With a few final deep thrusts, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. I rubbed my clit to orgasm as I felt a few ropes of cum shooting deep into me. Once he was spent, we both slowly climbed out of the shower and dropped down onto the bed, our wet, naked bodies feeling the nice cool air of the bedroom. A few minutes later, He grabbed the bed linens & firmly pulled them down. We both crawled up and in, pulling the covers over us. I cuddled up against him and we fell asleep naked, and spent.

By Appl3bottom24 for Literotica

Claudia the Maid

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 31 May 2025 19:23:00 +0000

A young man meets his uncle’s attractive and sexy maid.

by Original_Aramis, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was very late in the afternoon when the taxi carrying Jeremy Fuller arrived at its destination. Jeremy looked out of the window as the taxi rolled up the drive and stopped in front of the house, a smile crossing his tired face.

The house was pretty much as he remembered it; the grounds were neat and well-kept, the grass green and cut close, the house neat and tidy. Jeremy had been away at school in Europe for the past two years, and this was his first trip home. It was his uncle’s idea that he attend school in Europe; he had done it when he was young and always said it was the best thing to ever happen to him next to getting custody of Jeremy.

Jeremy’s uncle had raised him since his parents were killed when he was six, and had done an excellent job of it. He had no brothers or sisters or any other living relatives and his uncle was a bachelor, so he was the sole object of his uncle’s attention. He loved his uncle like a father, and had missed him while he was gone. He had been looking forward to the trip home for months; the only thing to throw a damper in the works was the last-minute letter he got from his uncle the day before he got on the plane to fly home.

Seems that there was a problem with one of his holdings in South America, and he had to go take care of it. He’d only be gone for about a week, but he’d be leaving the day that Jeremy was getting on the plane to come home. That meant he’d have the house all to himself for the first four or five days that he was home; he guessed that would be OK, since he’d just relax by the pool, go downtown during the evening, and maybe even get lucky and score once or twice before his uncle got home. European women were nice, but he was looking forward to some good old American ass.

Jeremy walked up and opened the door to the house as the taxi drove away, then walked inside and dropped his bags on the floor next to the door. The house was cool and quiet, and he saw an envelope with his name on it lying on the small table in the hallway. He picked it up, opened it, and took out the sheet of paper inside. It was a note from his uncle, telling him that he was sorry he couldn’t be there for the first few days, but that he’d get home as soon as he could. He also said for Jeremy to enjoy himself and have fun, telling him where the keys to the car were. But it was the last paragraph that caught his eye.

“And don’t worry about keeping the place neat; I’ve hired a live-in maid since you left, and she does quite a good job of taking care of things. Her name is Claudia; I think you’ll like her. Welcome home! Love, Uncle Andy.”

Claudia; what an intriguing name, Jeremy thought. And just what did he mean by ‘I think you’ll like her,’ he thought to himself. Oh, well, he thought, he’d find out soon enough. He picked up his bags and headed upstairs to his old room.

The room was exactly as he remembered it, and it seemed like no one had touched it since he left. Everything was in the same places as he last remembered seeing them, although there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen. He dropped his bags on the floor and then stood in the center of the room and looked around, feeling glad to be home.

“Welcome home, Master Jeremy,” a feminine voice said from behind him.

Startled, Jeremy turned around quickly. Standing behind him with her hands behind her back and wearing a traditional French maid’s outfit was the woman who just had to be Claudia. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her for the first time. She was about 5 and a half feet tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a very trim figure. She also had the nicest, roundest pair of tits he’d ever seen! They were absolutely stunning, and the dress was cut low enough to show about a mile of cleavage. He could see the tops of her busty breasts rising and falling as she breathed. He could only imagine the industrial-strength bra she had to be wearing to hold those mammaries in. She laughed gaily and broke his trance.

“I’m sorry, Master Jeremy, I didn’t mean to startle you!” she said, smiling at him.

“No, that’s okay, really!” he said, flustered and embarrassed at having been caught staring at her huge tits. “I didn’t mean to…well, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…” he stammered, not knowing what to say. Claudia laughed again.

“That’s quite all right, Master Jeremy, I’m used to the reaction I get when men see me for the first time; actually, I take it as a compliment!” She took a step into the room and introduced herself. “I’m Claudia, as I’m sure you’ve figured out. I’m your uncle’s housekeeper, and he’s instructed me to take good care of you until he gets home,” she explained. She walked over and picked up his bags, showing more of her spectacular cleavage to him as she bent over. She carried the bags over to his bed and put them there, and for the first time he noticed that the short skirt of her outfit revealed a pair of very shapely legs which led up to a firm, rounded ass. He caught himself and brought his eyes up to hers before she turned around and caught him staring again.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Master Jeremy?” she asked, smiling at him. Her choice of words did not go unnoticed by Jeremy.

“No, thank you. And please, my name is Jeremy; you can stop with the ‘master’ stuff, okay?” he said, smiling at her. She smiled back in response.

“Okay, Jeremy,” she said, and then walked towards the door. “Your uncle left another note for you on your dresser, by the way. I have some things to attend to downstairs, so I’ll leave you to get settled in.” She paused at the door and turned to face him again. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you before I leave?” she asked again, still smiling at him.

‘Yeah, you can wrap those massive tits around my head and smother me with them!’ he thought to himself.

“No thank you, Claudia. I’m going to take a shower and relax a bit,” he replied, looking over and seeing the envelope on the dresser. “The long flight over kind of wore me out.”

“Very good, Jeremy, I’ll check with you in an hour or so!” she smiled at him and then left, closing the door behind her. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a pair of thong panties hiding beneath that short skirt of her.

If she wore panties at all, that is.

Jeremy walked over to the dresser, picked up the envelope, and read the short note inside.

“Jeremy,

So what do you think of Claudia? Quite spectacular, isn’t she? Believe it or not, I hired her based on a telephone interview and didn’t actually see her until she showed up her first day. Needless to say I was very glad I hired her! And the French maid outfit was her idea, by the way…she insisted on wearing it as her uniform, which is quite all right with me as I’m sure it is with you as well. She’s a sweet girl who’s very good at her job, although I have a feeling there’s a wild side to her that I haven’t seen.

But I’ll let you tell me all about that when I get home!

Again, welcome home!

Uncle Andy”

Jeremy folded the note and put it back in the envelope. A wild side, huh? He thought to himself as he got undressed to get in the shower. He could certainly see where his uncle would get that idea from, especially if she used the same double-meaning phrases with him that she just used with Jeremy. And she had to know how incredibly low-cut her dress was and just how much cleavage she was showing, didn’t she? After all, she chose it herself, not her uncle. Thong panties would tell the tale, he thought as he turned on the water in the shower; if she’s wearing thong panties, then she’s got a wild side for sure!

If she wore panties at all, that is.

Jeremy took a shower, washing the 19 hours of travel off of his body, and then lay down on his bed to take a nap. He was so tired he didn’t bother to get dressed; he just lay down on his back and fell instantly asleep in the comfort of his own bed. He didn’t wake up until much later, and when he did it was full dark outside. He glanced at the clock to see what time it was and was surprised to see that it was a little after nine PM. He turned on the light next to the bed, threw back the blanket covering him and swung his feet over the sit of the bed as he sat up; then it hit him.

‘I don’t remember covering up with a blanket!’ He thought. 'I don’t remember a blanket even being laid out on the bed!’ Could he have gotten up and retrieved the blanket, only to be so tired that he didn’t remember it? He thought that may have been it; after all, he was more tired than he thought when he stepped out of the shower, falling asleep right away. In any event, he stood up and picked up one of his bags, then placed it on the bed. He opened it and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt; he quickly slipped these on (he never wore underwear) and then slipped his bare feet into his well-worn deck shoes. Then he went over to the dresser to run a comb through his hair before going downstairs to get something to eat from the kitchen.

That’s when he saw the note stuck in the frame of the mirror.

“I fixed a plate for you and put it in the refrigerator. All you have to do is put it in the microwave for 4 minutes and that’s it. Hope you had a nice nap! Claudia.”

So she had been in his room! And she had obviously gotten a close look at him since she was invariably the one who had covered him with the blanket. Jeremy was so taken aback by the realization that she had been in there while he was sleeping naked on his bed that he didn’t know whether to be upset or amused. After a very few moments he was neither; he found himself intrigued and slightly aroused. He wondered if she had stood over him, looking down at his naked form before she covered him, and wondered what she had thought. He also wondered how long she had been in there.

He went downstairs and found the plate in the kitchen just like the note said, and then nuked it according to instructions. After he finished eating he put the plate in the sink and went back upstairs to unpack. He didn’t see or hear Claudia for the rest of the night; he figured that she was probably either in her room or out on the town. In either case he didn’t think he’d see her again that night, so after he finished unpacking he went back to bed.

He got up the next morning bright and early, showered again, got dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt he’d briefly had on the night before, then went downstairs to get some breakfast and read the paper. It would be nice to read an American paper for a change.

As soon as he walked into the hallway he smelled the sausage, bacon and eggs cooking. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen and saw Claudia in her French maid outfit standing over the stove, putting the finishing touches on his eggs. She noticed him in the doorway and smiled.

“Good morning, Jeremy! How did you sleep?” she asked, turning the bacon. The tops of her huge breasts jiggled with her every move.

“Like a rock,” he replied, walking over and sitting down at the table. He wasn’t going to mention anything about her coming into his room unless she did. Set out on the table in front of him was a knife, fork, plate, a glass of orange juice and the morning paper. This girl thought of everything.

“Good! I hope you don’t mind my coming in and covering you up,” she said, brining the pan with his eggs over and scraping the scrambled eggs out onto his plate. She bent over beside him and gave him another long look at her spectacular cleavage. “When I came in to check on you after an hour and you didn’t answer the knock on your door, I thought it would be wise to see if you were okay.” She straightened up and took the empty pan back to the stove, then returned with the bacon and sausage. He got another look at her twin peaks when she did this. “You didn’t look cold; actually, you looked fine, but I thought it would be best to cover you up anyway,” she explained, taking the empty pan over to the stove.

'There’s that double-meaning statement again!’ Jeremy thought.

“Thank you, I appreciate you looking out for me like that,” he said as he started to eat his breakfast.

“It was my pleasure, really!” she said, smiling at him.

'I just bet it was!’ He thought.

“I’ve already eaten, and there are some things I have to take care of this morning, so I’ll leave you to your eggs and paper,” she said, picking up the remnants of the bacon and sausage wrappings and walking over to the trash can. “If there’s anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask!” she said as she turned away from him and stepped on the pedal for the trash can in the corner. The lid popped up and she dropped the trash into it. Some of it missed the can and fell to the floor; she bent over from the waist without bending her knees to pick it up and put it in the trash can, then left the room without turning around to see the look on Jeremy’s face.

She was wearing a thong.

Jeremy smiled, then went back to eating his breakfast.

When Jeremy returned to his room after breakfast, the first thing he noticed was that Claudia had unpacked his luggage. The next thing he noticed was the neatly folded towel lying on the bed, next to his racing style swim trunks. Lying on top of the trunks was a short note which read, “Just in case you decide to go for a swim later on!”

When he bought the trunks in Europe he wasn’t particularly fond of them at first, but that was all he could find in that part of the world. The thought of walking around in a skin-tight Spandex bathing suit that showed every curve, bump and vein - especially when he had an erection, which was frequently on the nude beaches at first - made him uncomfortable. He eventually got used to them and now didn’t think twice about wearing them. He even got used to the nude beaches, and the all-too-frequent erections slowed considerably. After six months of seeing European women walking around topless, it took a woman with a really spectacular body to get that kind of reaction out of him.

A woman with a body like Claudia’s.

At first he didn’t know what to think, and then he decided what the hell - after he got back from visiting some old friends in town, he just might go for that swim and see what happened. He had a feeling, and wanted to see if he was right.

He went downstairs to get the car keys and tell Claudia he was leaving. He followed the sound of the vacuum cleaner and found her in his uncle’s study, vacuuming the rug. He stood in the doorway for several moments, watching her move the vacuum cleaner around the room. When she turned in his direction he got another good view of her mammoth breasts which were bobbing like crazy as she worked the vacuum. After a long minute she finally looked up and noticed him, jumping a bit. They both smiled as she shut off the machine, and he spoke first.

“Now it’s my turn to startle you!” he said. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to sneak up on you!”

“I guess I had it coming,” she said, still smiling at him. “So now we’re even! What can I do for you, Jeremy?” she asked.

“I just wanted to let you know that I was going out for a while to see some old friends,” he said. “I should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Would you like me to have lunch waiting for you when you get back?” she asked.

“That would be great, yes,” he said, marveling at this girl’s efficiency. “And after lunch, I think I’ll go for that swim,” he said, leaving the open-ended statement hanging there. She smiled broadly, her eyes lighting up as she replied.

“Wonderful! I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!” she said, giving him an open-ended statement of her own to ponder as he walked away.

He returned to the house around noon, and true to her word Claudia had lunch waiting for him. The sandwich and chips were the perfect lunch, and Jeremy told her so when she set the plate down in front of him, again showing him her mile-long cleavage.

“Thank you, Jeremy, that’s very sweet!” she said, smiling at him. She walked towards the door and then stopped, turning to ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

'Okay, I’ll play your game!’ he thought.

“No, this is just fine, Claudia…for now,” he replied, smiling a wry smile at her. She smiled very broadly at his response before replying.

“You just call me if you want anything else from me!” she said, and then walked through the door.

'And so the game begins,’ Jeremy thought as he ate his lunch. He had a pretty good idea where things were headed, and he really hoped he was right. If he didn’t get to see those huge tits naked soon, he’d go absolutely crazy!

After he finished eating he went upstairs, changed into his swim trunks, and headed down to the pool, the towel slung over his shoulder. The day was bright, clear, and hot, and the water felt good on his skin as he dove into the pool. He swam a few laps in the Olympic-size pool, then hoisted himself out of the cool water and headed for the chaise lounge, picking up his towel from where he dropped it on the way. He ran his hands over his head to squeegee the water out, then lay down on the big padded lounge chair, letting the sun warm his body and dry the water from his skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his mind wander and was not surprised to find it wandering over Claudia and those luscious tits. His thoughts combined with the warm sun on his crotch began to have the inevitable effect and he felt his cock swelling slightly, pressing against the snug material of his suit.

'I wonder what the rest of her looks like’? He thought to himself. As if on cue, from behind him came Claudia’s voice.

“Would you mind if I joined you, Jeremy?”

He opened his eyes and turned his head to see her standing behind his chair, smiling down at him. He could have sworn she was staring at his crotch when he first turned his head, but he wasn’t sure. She was wearing a short white terrycloth pool robe which stopped just below the cheeks of her ass, and was carrying a towel.

“Please do!” he said, gesturing to the chaise lounge next to his. He made no move to cover his partial erection which was plainly visible through his tight suit.

“Thank you!” she said. She walked over to the lounge and spread the towel out to lie on, giving Jeremy a good look at the underside of her ass as she did so. Not surprisingly, her bathing suit was a thong, too, he was glad to see. She turned at sat down on the lounge facing Jeremy, leaving her robe on. She smiled at him as she spoke.

“How long were you in Europe, Jeremy?” she asked, genuinely interested. She leaned forward on her knees, and Jeremy saw more of her fantastic cleavage than ever. He couldn’t wait to see the suit she had on under that robe!

“Two years,” he said, “most of it in France going to school. I did a couple of internships in Belgium and Germany, but mostly it was France.”

“Did you like France?” she asked.

“Yes, I did,” he replied. “The people were very nice, and once you got used to the cultural differences, it was just great.”

“Cultural differences?”

“Yep; Europeans in general and the French in particular have a very different attitude,” he explained, “much more relaxed than ours. They don’t let the trivial things upset them, and their attitude on nudity is just great.”

“What attitude is that?” she asked, letting him steer the conversation. He had a feeling she knew she was being steered and didn’t mind.

“They don’t mind it. You see topless ads on billboards and in papers all the time, plus full-frontal female nudity on TV is no big thing.”

“They have topless beaches there, too, right?” she asked, doing some steering of her own.

“Yes, they do; they have fully nude ones, too,” he replied.

“Did you go to them?” she asked, smiling again.

“The topless ones, yes, but not the fully nude ones,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing the naked female form just as much as the next guy, but there’s something about seeing guys walking around on the beach naked that just doesn’t appeal to me.”

“So you were okay with the topless beaches?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

Her smile broadened as she sat up. “Good! Then this won’t bother you,” she said as she stood up and untied the belt holding the robe closed. She took the robe off and revealed her huge, round breasts to him; she was topless, and it took Jeremy a little by surprise but only because her tits were so much bigger than he thought they were. He thought that the mile-long cleavage she had been showing him was due to the bras she wore, but he now saw that her cleavage was natural.

Her breasts were huge, round and full wit