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Be Fruitful and Multiply: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 22 Feb 2025 16:27:00 +0000

After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.

Based on a post by barnabus, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Forward:

The setting is the nineteen fifties. After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.

Jolene; A high school cheer leader, awakens to find that a worldwide disaster has occurred killing 85% of the world's population. She has been selected to participate in a breeding program to replenish the world's population.

Most of the participants are virgins. It also explains Jolene's surprise when she hears a girl moaning with sexual pleasure and Jim's shock when Jolene becomes 'the aggressive partner' in their relationship.

(For those who grew up after the 'free love' period of the 1960s and 1970s, you'll just have to take my word for it: That's the way it was!)

Nanette, on the other hand, has obviously been 'sexually active' (to use a modern term: In the 1950s, another description would have been used), but it becomes apparent to the astute reader that although she has been sexually 'active', she probably has not received a great deal of satisfaction from her sexual activity.

Chapter 1: Orientation.

"As you all know, there was a world-wide disaster."

As if coming out of a daydream, Jolene's mind drifted back into reality. The last thing she remembered was sitting in a Trigonometry class thinking about a cheer leading routine. She was the head cheerleader and was scheduled to run the next cheer leading practice.

There was a man with a clipboard and a briefcase at the head of a long table, talking. Instinctively, Jolene tuned in on what he was saying.

The word "disaster" grabbed her attention. He continued: "To our best estimate, as much as 85% of mankind has been destroyed." Jolene was suddenly awake and alert, carefully listening. He went on, "The government, what's left of it, has determined that an organized breeding program must be established, and you have all been selected to be part of the initial phase. Everyone in this group is 18 years old and was a high school student. You're all in good health, and hopefully, you will be able to produce healthy offspring. The girls are all in their fertile period, so this is an ideal time for each of you. You have been pared with a partner who is a favorable genetic match to you, and you have been brought here to see if you are compatible with your match. And if you are, you will be expected to breed to procreate children to help repopulate our country and world."

Jolene looked around the room. Everyone was about her age, except the man at the head of the table. They were arranged in boy-girl couples. Jolene recognized two of the girls in the room: she was sitting next to Jim and across the table, Jolene recognized Nanette, a close girlfriend, was sitting next to John. Jim and John were both nerds and not part of Jolene's 'inner circle' of friends. She had seen the another girl and boy from her school in the halls and knew they were a couple, but she didn't know their names. And there were other couples that Jolene didn't know, apparently from other schools.

Nanette wore a new, scandalously fashionable see-through blouse which displayed her lacy camisole top that hugged her well-shaped breasts and revealed the lines of Nanette's brassier The bra-straps were clearly visible. There was just a trace of two bumps showing exactly where Nanette's nipples were beneath her undergarments. Nan's skirt was the shortest skirt in the room, stopping slightly above her knees: rather immodest for the mid 1950's.¬

All of the girls were wearing blouses that buttoned down the front and skirts. There were no sweaters or slacks.

Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me. What disaster? I don't know about any disaster. The last thing I remember was sitting in Trigonometry class at school. What are you talking about?"

"That is a normal after effect of the disaster. The disaster occurred several weeks ago. Many people do not remember either the disaster or what happened afterward. At some point, your memory will begin working again and will pick up from that point onward. I'm sorry, Miss," he paused to look at his clipboard, "Miss Jolene, if your memory hasn't begun functioning yet. And in case you don't remember, I am the monitor of this program."

He scanned the others in the room. "Are there others that don't remember what has happened before today?" he asked. Several hands in the room went up. "This must be terribly frightening for you."

Jolene and several others nodded.

"I'm sorry that you are finding yourself in this situation without knowing what led up to it. However, it has been decided we cannot delay the program to increase our population any longer." He looked around the room, meeting the many nervous eyes in the room. "I appreciate that this might be especially difficult for many of you. In this world of the 1950's most of you young people live celibate lives, and although you might think about sex, probably most of you have never", he paused and stammered, "taken your fantasies to, um, shall we say" he paused to swallow, "their ultimate conclusion."

Many of the young people, especially the girls, were embarrassed the casual way he was talking about their sex-lives; or, rather, the lack of sex in their lives.

Again, Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me, but shouldn't I be matched up with Tom Green?" she asked. Tom was her boyfriend. He was a year older than she was and they had been dating for a little more than a year.

"Green?" The man asked and pulled a large book from his briefcase. He perused the pages, then looked up sadly. "I'm afraid Tom didn't survive the disaster. I'm sorry, Miss Jolene" He returned his book to his briefcase. "In any case, we believe that, er," he fumbled with a name and pointed toward Jim, the boy sitting next to Jolene, "that he is the best genetic match for you that is available."

Jolene gave Jim a withering sideways glance.

Resuming his lecture, the man continued, "Each couple will be given its own room, which will be adequately furnished. We would like to get the program started as soon as possible." There was a moment of embarrassed silence in the room before the monitor added: "I know that many of you are embarrassed by this, but let me assure you that there are boys and girls all around the country are meeting in rooms like this and are being told the same things you are. Many are meeting their prospective mates for the very first time. I believe you all have the advantage of already being acquainted with the mate that has been selected for you."

A pretty girl, the one from her school that Jolene didn't know, raised her hand. "But I can't do this. I'm not married to;

David’s Transition To Manhood: Part 4

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 22 Feb 2025 05:10:00 +0000

Finally realizing the better options they both could choose..

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Roxy closed the door behind her neighbor, chaining the lock and turning out the light, but in spite of her exhaustion, it was a long time before she fell asleep.

When her phone rang early the next morning, it took her three tries to get her hand on it, and she nearly pushed if off the end table and onto the floor before finally snagging it in her grip.

"This had better be a lawyer telling me I just inherited a million dollars," grumbled Roxy into the receiver.

"Roxy? It's David. Did I call too early?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, sitting up in bed to rub her eyes.

"Sorry; I just wanted to let you know it worked. Heather called me and wants to see me next Tuesday night. She was practically begging me on the phone to go out with her again."

"Oh; Ah; That's good news, David. I'm glad to hear it; "

"You don't sound very excited."

"At this time of the morning, the only thing that would excite me is a big cup of coffee, or for you to hang up so I can sleep four more hours."

"Right; Well, sorry to bother you I; I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Roxy cut off the connection, laying back in her bed. Her mind drifted to the conversation of the previous night with Mrs. Foster. And try as she might, she couldn't get the thought of how handsome David had looked at the water park, out of her head. How comfortable she had been around him, and how perfect his lips had felt on hers.

"This is bullshit; He's just a kid, and I'm an idiot!" she tried to tell herself. But that didn't stop the pain that suddenly flared in her chest or the tears that started to flow down her face.

"Mommy? Why are you crying?" asked Emily appearing at the end of her bed with the same uncanny stealthiness that Roxy herself had displayed on more than one occasion.

"It's nothing, Baby. I just got something in my eye. Hey! You want waffles for breakfast?"

"Oh! I love waffles!" shouted Emily.

Roxy wiped the tears from her eyes and followed her daughter into the kitchen, trying to put the phone call out of her head.

The Measure of A Man.

David pulled the comb through his hair again, annoyed at the stray hair in back that flatly refused to lay down. He slapped some cologne on his face and grabbed his keys off the bathroom counter.

"Where are you heading out looking so fine?" asked his Mom from the couch where she was reading a novel.

"I got a date with Heather," he said, stopping to tie his shoe.

"I thought you two broke up?"

"We did; but she's having second thoughts."

"Good for you guys! I always thought you made a cute couple."

"Thanks. I'll see you later," he said over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

He found traffic to be a little heavier than usual for the time of night, and he slowed turning the radio on to relieve the boredom as he crawled forward. In the distance, a glowing billboard advertising the latest ride at Wave World dominated the skyline. A memory popped into his head unbidden; of Roxy walking toward him in her red bikini, the sunlight falling on her reddish hair, lighting it like a fiery halo. His heartbeat picked up as more images flashed through his mind, Roxy laying with her bare feet in a desert spring, Roxy breathing hard with excitement after their plunge down the slide, Roxy kissing him;

"Shit!" he yelled as he slammed on the brakes nearly hitting the car in front of him that had come to a stop.

"What's a matter with me? This is ridiculous. A couple of kisses that didn't really mean anything and now I can't think straight."

He resolved to put the bombshell woman out of his mind as traffic finally picked up and he exited a short time later pulling into Heather's neighborhood.

The number of times he had pulled up into this same driveway were too numerous to count. He looked up at the big, white, two-story house, recalling all the parties and events he had attended here. He was just about to get out of the car when his cell phone rang, and to his surprise, it was Roxy's number on the display.

David is confronted by Roxy’s ex.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The following week David was back at the plant, and discovering that his body was slowly acclimating itself to the earlier schedule since at least he hadn't fallen back to sleep in the car on the way. Roxy had them doing a file purge of all the old requisition forms that were more than three years in the past, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of a filing cabinet with piles of paper lying around him when she came to check on his progress.

"How is it that you guys haven't digitized any of this crap?" he asked, waving at the stacks.

"I've been bitching about that for years, but the company has other priorities I guess. Thanks for raising the parenting bar for me by the way."

"Huh?" David looked up with a clueless face.

"All week long it's been, 'I want stories about dragons and princes,' every time I want that toot to go to bed! You know how much bullshit I've had to make up, off the top of my head?"

"Maybe I could write down some stories for you," offered David with a laugh.

"I should make you do that, but we have bigger fish to fry. Just keep purging, Paper Boy!"

She left him to his work, and Thomas was kind enough to bring him another box from the storage closet brimming with old forms.

"Thanks;" moaned David unhappily.

"Anytime! I like to see a guy earning his keep. Think of it a ‘job security.’" said Thomas, with a grin that David instantly wanted to smack off his face.

An hour later, cramps in both his legs forced him to take a break. Getting up off the floor for the first time all morning. He was making his way to the security door to visit the bathroom when a booming sound, loud enough to make his ears ring, broke the relative silence of the building; and seconds later the walls rattled as if a God-like hand was shaking it.

"Holy Crap! It's a fucking meltdown," thought David, seeing his whole short life pass before his eyes and wishing instantly that he had enjoyed way more sex than he had. His brain locked and he couldn't remember a single thing from the safety video he had been shown in orientation. So he did the only thing he could think of, and dove under a nearby desk. As he sat there, shaking and contemplating just how painful death by radiation exposure must be, Roxy's head suddenly appeared from above.

"So it's loud noises; and spiders?" she asked.

"Didn't you hear that? Why aren't we evacuating?" asked David in a rush.

"We aren't evacuating because that wasn't the reactors, Bozo. They're purging excess steam off the turbines. Didn't you watch the orientation video?"

"I might have fallen asleep during it," admitted David sheepishly.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake; Just get out from under there before someone sees you cowering like a whipped dog. You keep this up, and they're going to quit calling you 'Spider-Man,' and start calling you, 'Duck and Cover,'"

"They call me Spider-Man?" ask David to Roxy's back.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't let them stencil it on your hard hat," she said over her shoulder.

David felt a hand on his arm, and he turned to look at Thomas.

"Hey! 'Duck and Cover,' want me to bring you another box?"

"This day just keeps getting better;" muttered David as he shrugged off the hand and went in search of the restroom.

Thankfully, the afternoon that followed was free of embarrassing moments, and the approach of the final whistle was a welcome relief. David had placed the last of the file boxes back in the closet, the contents much reduced in size from when he had started, when Roxy came walking up, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"David; I was wondering if I could ask you another favor?"

"Uh; Yeah, sure."

"Feel free to say 'No,' it isn't a big deal," Roxy started to say, making David wonder what was going on since he had never seen Roxy Doyle beat around the bush ever.

"Okay," he said, looking suspicious at what was coming next.

"See; The thing is, Emily has called me three times today because she is doing this play at day camp, and; uh; she keeps asking if you'll come."

"Oh," said David in surprise, not expecting this at all.

Struggling to let go of a failed relationship.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The rest of the day, he spent thankfully inside; taking in and fulfilling requests for everything from paperweights to desk calendars. It was a surprisingly exhausting first day, and he fell asleep in the car on the way home. His dad shook him awake when they arrived, and he walked into the house in a daze, barely mustering the energy to eat dinner before he headed to his bedroom and collapsed on top of the covers. He was half dozing, even though it was scarcely 8:00 pm, when his phone rang.

"Yeah;" he grumbled into the receiver.

"David? You sound terrible, are you sick?"

David sat up in bed, wiping at his eyes, heart racing at the sound of Heather's voice on the other side of the call, " No; Just tired. My dad got me a summer job at High Rock."

"I heard. Chris told me. I guess that must be hard work."

"You got that right," he replied, trying to put some life in his voice. He wondered if she was calling to tell him the thing with Alex had been a colossal mistake, and beg him to take her back. Of course, he would be kind about it after a suitable period of groveling, but it turned out that wasn't why she had called.

"David; I wanted to apologize for how things went down at the graduation party. I meant to tell you beforehand, but it was harder than I thought."

"I can't imagine why? We were only together three years," replied David, not able to keep the anger out of his tone.

"Don't be this way, David. I was hoping we could still be friends."

"Friends." David echoed her words in deadpan resolve.

David had let the word roll around in his mouth, finding it tasted particularly bitter.

"Yeah; I'm working at Farley's Ice Cream in the mall, this summer. If you want to come by some time, I might be able to sneak you a free chocolate chip cone." she added, mentioning his favorite ice cream flavor.

"You trying to bribe me into being your buddy?"

Heather grew quiet on the other end, before saying; "I can see you're not ready to be mature about this, so I'll let you go. I hope you can forgive me someday. I do want to be friends."

"Doe's Alex want to be my friend too?" David inquired in mock sincerity.

"He's not as bad as you make him out. Maybe we could all hang out at Wave World sometime? Alex could get us in, free."

"Alex is working at Wave World?" asked David, knowing employees could get two friends in free, on off days.

"Yeah; He's the head lifeguard at the wave pool."

David felt a pang of jealous anger well up inside him. He had been the head lifeguard at the wave pool the last two summers. Alex had not only taken his girl but his cushy summer job, as well.

"Son of a bitch! I can tell you it will be a cold day in Hell before I take charity from Alex fucking Romero!"

"I'm going to let you go, David. Maybe we can talk later;"

Heather broke the connection before he could say anything else, and as soon as her voice vanished, he felt instantly guilty for his outburst.

David dropped the phone onto the bed.

"Just perfect;" he thought, wondering how this summer could get any worse.

First Lesson.

The following morning was even harder than the previous, and David wondered how anyone got used to waking up this early. He barely managed to make it into the car on time, and his dad gave him a dirty look as they pulled away. A lecture might have followed, something about accepting responsibility, but David was asleep before they hit the first stop sign at the end of the street. His dad roused him from his slumber when they got to the plant gate and dropped him off a short time later.

Thankfully, Thomas had a pot of coffee going, and David managed to pull himself together enough to begin his day. The morning was filled with supply requests as well as the thrill of getting to inventory the facilities closet; where he got to take an accounting of every mop, broom, and box of toilet paper.

"Double check those boxes," threw in Roxy, "the vendor loves to short us a couple of rolls, and we don't need people wiping their asses on the furniture." Roxy had a strategic mastery of crude corollaries to counteract the visual reality that her smoking-hot body was too appealing for the male population to resist flirting with. She ‘cracked the whip’ verbally, to keep the men focused on the tasks, not the tits.

Passions flare between an older woman and her summer hire.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

David’s Disrupted Life

Being awoken by his alarm clock was usually bad enough. When his mother got in on the act it was often decidedly worse. On this particular morning, David Cross enjoyed the distinct displeasure of both things happening. The first, because even though he had graduated the night prior, he had forgotten to switch the alarm off and it did its duty by trying to wake him for a non-existent school day. The latter, because he had left his cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter after staggering in from a graduation party at four a.m.

"David! This silly thing has rung at least four times in the last hour. Why don't you try answering it!" snapped his annoyed mother after she burst into his room unannounced.

"Jesus, Mom! What time is it?" he grumbled from beneath the covers.

"11:00 A.M., and high time you got up," she replied, tossing the phone onto his bed and going over to raise his blinds.

"Holy crap!" moaned David, who caught a burst of sunlight even through the sheet covering his eyes.

"David! Language!"

"Sorry; "

His mother moved off, muttering to herself what sounded like a list of grocery items.

David stayed in his bed and slowly lowered the covers. He drew in a breath as his eyes adjusted to the light feeling the urge to continue sleeping drain away. The phone on the bed seemed heavier than usual, as he lifted it in one hand just in time for it to ring loudly, nearly startling him into dropping it. The name flashing on the display said "Christopher Michaels," and David answered the call with a sigh.

"Good news travels fast," said David in a voice still tinged with exhaustion.

"So it's true," came the voice from the other side of the call.

The voice belonged to one of his best friends, and the only one not to attend the party the previous night.

"How are you taking it?" Chris asked.

"How am I taking my girlfriend of almost three years, dumping me on graduation night, for the guy I hate the most on the planet? Gosh, I don't know, Chris, how do you think?"

"I know, that was seriously cold. She could have at least waited until after the party."

David's heart, already seeming like a led weight in his chest, gained a few more ounces, sinking toward his feet.

"Yeah, I had to stand there and pretend like it wasn't bothering me while she and Alex hung all over each other."

His mind drifted back to the festivities he had attended after graduation. Everything had started wonderfully. The party had been thrown at his friend Stacie's house. Her parents had a gigantic, multi-story dwelling just outside the city, and after the usual dull high school graduation ceremony at Randolph High, seemingly everyone he knew had gathered there to celebrate. It should have been the pinnacle of his young life, but within a short time of his arrival, the whole thing had gone down the tubes in a big way.

He had been standing in Stacie's large backyard, talking to her about her plans for the summer, when his girlfriend, Heather Andrews, arrived. She was looking beautiful as always, her curly blond hair falling around a small, round face highlighted by a cute upturned nose, and brilliant blue eyes. They had been dating ever since hooking up for the first time the summer before their sophomore year.

"Excuse me, Stacie." he had said, politely stepping away from her and going over to join Heather on the back porch. Stacie's parents had set up several tables covered with snacks, and Heather stood by the bean dip, looking at him nervously as he approached.

"Hey, Gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?"

This ridiculous come on would ordinarily have rated at least a small giggle from his usually gregarious girlfriend, but tonight she only frowned.

"David; I wanted to talk to you before the party, but you left the graduation so fast."

"Sorry about that. Kevin needed a ride and wanted to stop by his parents so he could change before we came over here," he explained while moving closer, trying to get his arms around his girlfriend's waist even as she slipped back a step, avoiding his move.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, not understanding her sudden skittishness around him.

"David, I wanted to tell you this in private, before the party. You know; I care a lot about you."

Sorting things out with my parents.

Based on a post by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Now that morning had arrived, it was finally time to learn who this unknown blonde goddess really was.

The early morning sun shone in through the many cracks and holes in the weathered planks that made up the roof and siding of the dusty old barn, bathing everything inside in a dim, yellowish light. The girl was still sleeping peacefully, with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped around my chest, her breathing regular and deep and slow. Because of how she was lying, I still couldn’t see much of her face, and what I could see was largely obscured by the curly wisps of blonde hair.

It was still very early in the morning, and the world was still quiet and asleep. I lay awake in the hay for some time, listening to her breathe and enjoy the feeling of her warm, naked body against mine. As I studied the girl’s features, I realized she was not a lamb anymore. The thick woolen sweater lay discarded in the hay behind her, and of course she’d already given me her sheep’s tail after our first meeting. During the night, her headband with the lamb ears had come off, and even the black make-up had rubbed off her nose and upper lip. Like in the legend, my true love had transformed from a sheep back into a real girl.

The horse blanket lay loosely draped over our bodies, hiding her from my sight. Though I didn’t want to wake her up, I couldn’t resist taking a little peek underneath the blanket. I carefully lifted our covering and got my first view of her gorgeous young body. I wasn’t disappointed. She had the physique of a swimmer, or maybe a distance-runner. Lean, toned and extremely well proportioned. She had a small but curvy bottom with a cute pair of dimples at the base of her spine and a slim waist that gave her a pleasing hour-glass figure. I could see only part of her breasts, but I liked what I saw. The apple-sized breasts were nothing short of perfection, as I had always known they would be. They were pale, with small reddish-pink nipples that pointed slightly upward and just begged to be kissed and nibbled on

I vividly remembered how soft the smooth skin of her creamy globes had felt underneath my hands and the way her little nipples had stiffened between my lips. My cock also remembered, and was growing once again. My balls had replenished their supply of cum and my body was getting ready to have sex with the girl once more.

But, as much as I wanted to crawl between those well-toned legs and renew a few of last night’s memories, I simply couldn’t do it; my love was sleeping too lovely. I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would have all day and maybe the rest of my life to kiss and admire her. I draped the blanket back over her shoulders and gave her a kiss on her head.

With every minute that I lay there, the need to know who the girl in my arms was became stronger. I didn’t mind having to wait until she woke up to hear my love’s name, but I could not stand another moment without knowing what her face looked like. I carefully lifted her arm off my chest and wiped the curly strands from her face. The girl mumbled softly in her sleep and tilted her head a little back in reaction to my soft touch. As I lay eyes on the girl’s angelic face, my feeling of happiness turned into sheer terror. The nameless goddess I had met and made passionate love with in the dark, the girl I assumed to be my one true love, was none other than my own little sister Lizzy.

I had committed incest with my little sister! And what was perhaps even worse, I had enjoyed it immensely.

It was unreal. I didn’t even know my younger sister was going to take part in sheep-shaggin’ this year. Sure, Lizzy was old enough, but she never seemed to show any interest in boys. She always seemed to enjoy spending her evenings at home and reading her books better than going out and meet people. Every once in a while, her friends pressured her into going on a date with someone, but those dates never progressed into something more, and as far as I knew, she was still a virgin. Until tonight, that is.

Silently I cursed my luck. Not merely because I had shagged a sheep that turned out to be my sister, but mostly because I knew I had hopelessly fallen in love with her. Even now, I longed to kiss her again, to show her my love and feel loved in return. I was being tormented by the conflicting feelings inside me. Never had I met someone that made me feel like I did when I first kissed Lizzy, and never had I enjoyed making love with someone half as much as with my little sister. Sex with her was not merely physical; we had connected in a way I had never known before. Making Lizzy happy and giving her pleasure was the best feeling I ever had, better even that the carnal sensation of making love with her.

Yet, she was my little sister, and that made everything I wanted impossible. The things we had done when we were strangers in the dark were bad enough, willfully doing it with my sister would be; immoral.

Lizzy was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the unspeakable things we had done during the night. Looking at her, it wasn’t difficult to see why I had not recognized my sister in the darkness. She had left her thick-rimmed glasses at home, bleached her hair and used mom's curling iron to give her a perm like a sheep's coat. I had to admit, the result was absolutely stunning. Gone was the little bookworm and in her place was now a sexy blonde knockout, delicately beautiful, but with a killer body. Nevertheless, though Lizzy may have looked like a completely different girl, I had to accept that she still was, and always would be, my little sister. Nothing could ever change that.

I managed to disentangle myself from my sister’s limbs without waking her and crawled out of the haystack. The only way to protect Lizzy from this humiliation and possible mental trauma was to get as far away from here as possible, before she woke up. Until now, the darkness and her farsightedness had kept my identity concealed from her, but I knew my anonymity wouldn’t last another minute once she woke up, even in the early morning light. I carefully gathered all my belongings, and made sure I hadn’t left anything that might implicate me. I had to go. Now. Really.

Casting one long, last glance at Lizzy, I realized that I was about to leave behind the girl that was everything I could ever want in a woman. She was stunningly beautiful, with a body that was made to worship, but at the same time she was funny and smart and had the most caring personality; sweet, pure and innocent.

Walking away from her was perhaps the hardest thing I ever had to do. I gave my love a farewell kiss on the lips and inhaled her scent for a last time. She mumbled softly in her sleep as I kissed her, but luckily, she didn't fully wake up. Knowing I had pushed my luck as far as possible, I picked up my gear and tiptoed out of the barn.

I didn’t feel like going home, there was still too much going on in my head. For the next hour or so I roamed the coastline, climbing over the rocks and crossing the beaches as I tried to clear my head. It was to no avail. I was still troubled and confused when I snuck into the home.

It was still early in the morning, and I could really use another couple of hours rest, but I was not ready to go back to bed. I took a can of beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Last night had been both the best and worst night of my life. I had fallen in love with a girl, only to learn I could never be with her. There were literally thousands of girls on this island, and yet, the only one I wanted was my own little sister.

Then, as I opened a second can, my thoughts drifted to Amanda. I had all but forgotten about my cheating slut of an ex-girlfriend. I opened my wallet and took out her photo, the photo that had always been with me for the last three years, and I tore it in half. Next I tore up the halves and then again and again, until her picture was reduced to hundreds of tiny pieces, nothing but a heap of confetti. Feeling a little better, I put my wallet back in my pocket.

Besides my wallet, there was another object in my pocket. It was a woolly tail, the sheep’s tail Lizzy had worn under her skirt and given to me after our first meeting. I pulled the keepsake out of my pocked and let the soft fur run through my fingers while I recalled some of last night’s events. Thinking of her was mental torture, but I couldn’t stop myself. Every time I closed my eye, I saw Lizzy’s beautifully sculpted body and I remembered the touch and taste of her skin. Most of all, I remembered the way she had kissed me, hungrily and sincerely, and with a promise of more to come. There wasn't anything about her I didn't like, and there were so many things left to explore. If only...

I walked back to the fridge and looked inside. There was a whole six-pack waiting for me. I decided it'd be better that, instead of taking a third can of beer, I'd go upstairs and take a cold shower. Getting drunk now would be stupid and dangerous.

A little later I lay down on my bed and waited for sleep to come. The shower hadn’t done a thing to calm me down, and the alcohol hadn’t helped either. Finally, after a lot of tossing and turning, sleep came. Not much later I was roused again by the smell of bacon and coffee.

“Good morning Jethro” mom greeted me as I stumbled into the kitchen. She pulled back a chair for me and put down a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me. “Dig in”

“Thanks” I groaned groggily.

She sat down opposite of me and slowly sipped from her mug of tea. I knew there was something on her mind, but she was unsure how to bring it up. “So, err; You left a bit of a mess last night” she said after a while.

“I'm sorry. I know you don't like me drinking, but I'm old enough and I’ll pay for it if you want.”

“You don’t have to pay for anything. And that’s not what I meant anyway. I was talking about the photo.”

I looked up. “Photo?”

“That picture of Amanda, torn into tiny pieces. I guess last night didn't go too well?”

“No. Not at all. I've had it with her.”

“You're breaking up with her?”

“Yes”

“Oh, my; What happened?”

“I don't want to talk about it” I said, knowing full well mom wouldn't back off until I had told her the whole story. She had the tenacity of an inquisitor.

“I'm sorry Jethro. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about breaking up with her anyway.”

“Oh, why's that?”

“I don't know; we've been drifting apart. She's changed.”

“That's too bad; She wasn't there?”

“Oh, she was there alright” I growled over my cup of coffee.

“Did you have a fight?”

“No, we didn't fight. Didn't even speak.”

“Then what happened?”

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

“Please tell me, what happened?”

“Okay; well. So, I was out looking for Mandy, and one of the first places I looked was the pond in Jack’s grove. You know the place?”

Mom nodded.

“It’s always been one of our special places, and I really thought I would find her there. Well, sure enough, there was a lamb that looked like Amanda, and I kissed her. But when I asked, she bleated like she didn’t know me. So, I moved on and kept searching for hours.”

“Hmm; and then what happened?”

“Well, the thing is, that girl in Jacks grove, it was Amanda.”

“She was? Why would she do that?”

“I didn’t know that either, but I found out later. Before I went home, I went back to Jack’s grove, to see if I hadn’t missed her. The small pasture by the pond was packed with people. There were at least thirty guys, and Mandy was there, and so was Diane. They were both naked and having sex with all those guys, fucking two and three at a time, one after another” I blurted out.

“Oh, I'm so sorry baby” she said, hugging me tightly.

“Thanks mom.”

Suddenly I felt like crying. I missed the good old days of being a kid and not have to worry about life. The days that mom’s hugs cured every pain, and I could still play innocently with my sister without dreaming of her sweet kisses and her perfect naked body.

“I never liked that girl, Diane. I bet it’s all her doing” mom said as she sat down again.

I shrugged my shoulders and stirred my eggs.

“Remember, there are many girls that are much nicer than Amanda”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Hi there,” dad greeted me as he entered the kitchen. “Wow, you look like you've had a rough night”

“He and Amanda broke up last night”

“Breaking up at Sheep-shaggin’? Are you daft?”

“Please, be a bit more sensitive, Dan”

“Why? He doesn't seem to mind it much. Anyway, all I’m saying is, if he had dumped her just one day sooner, he'd be single for Sheep-shaggin’, which is the best night to be single. I bet he could have shagged over half a dozen lambs. You know, when I was his age-”

A stern look from my mother shut him up quickly.

“I'm sorry son. You'll eventually get over her” he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I am over her.”

“Well then. Onwards and upwards, I say.”

He drank his cup of coffee and grabbed a sticky bun.

It wasn’t a lie, I honestly was over Amanda. Now I had to get over Lizzy, which might prove to be a more difficult, if not impossible task. All I could think about was my poor, sweet little sister, waking up alone in Jim’s barn. During the night, our bodies had made a promise, and I had broken it.

“Are you?” mom asked suddenly.

My Sheep Girl: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 16 Feb 2025 20:23:00 +0000

She seems so familiar?

Based on a post by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little more, I didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had come undone and the tail fell off.

“You've lost your thingy” I said.

“My thingy?”

“Here” I said, giving her the furry tail.

“My lucky tail; Here, you keep it,” she whispered, “and think of me.” She handed it back to me and gave me one more kiss. After the kiss, her lips stayed near mine, as if she was hesitating. “But; If you want; I'd; really like to spend the night with you”

‘Spend the night’ didn’t mean just more sex, it also implied waking up together. It was as close to asking me who I was as was allowed. It meant I wasn’t the only one who felt something special had happened here tonight.

“Little lamb, I wouldn’t want anything else” I whispered, “But; I can’t. Not yet. There’s something I have to do first; I…” I didn’t know what to say, how could I tell this girl that I loved her, but that I first had to dump my girlfriend of three years, and not sound like a complete douchebag?

I tucked the wooly tail in my pocket and got up. We didn’t say another thing while we dressed ourselves and reluctantly got ready to part. I hesitated to let her go while her identity was still a complete mystery to me.

“I…” I started.

“Shush” she said, laying her finger on my lips. “It’s okay, I understand; But, if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you in Old Jim's barn. And please, for God’s sake, be quiet” she whispered. Then she stepped back and disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, and I missed her already. Almost immediately she reemerged and gave me one last sincerely affectionate kiss. Then she disappeared for good, and I was alone.

After I had gathered my belongings, I sat down on the rock wall and replayed her words, digesting them and making sure I remembered them correctly. Despite its obvious intention, it was a strange request. Old Jim, or uncle Jim as we called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was known to chase people off his property with a loaded shotgun. He was my mother’s uncle and I knew him well, so he probably wouldn’t shoot me, but the girl couldn’t know that. Why then would she ask me to go to such a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I have to prove my valor by risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection angered her and was she now playing a cruel trick on me?

Then another idea came to mind. What if she had chosen Jim’s barn because she knew nobody would look there but me? It was the option I liked best, but I knew there was only one way to learn her true reasons, and that was to spend the night together and ask her in the morning. It was another reason on my already long list to go there, but before I could allow myself to take one step in the direction of Old Jim’s barn, I had to find Amanda.

Suddenly, I was feeling terribly guilty. I had cheated on my long-time girlfriend. Even if Amanda turned out not to be my true love after all, I still betrayed her when I had sex with that gorgeous lamb. It was an act I disapproved of wholeheartedly, despised even, and I could not understand what had come over me to let myself go like that. What made my infidelity even worse was that I didn’t regret it, and longed to do it again. Making love with the little blonde, even as rushed and anonymous as it had been, was so much more intimate and passionate than it had ever been with Mandy. It had been everything I yearned for these last months, and much, much more.

I decided that first, I had to find Amanda and figure out my feelings for her. Only if there really was nothing worth salvaging, and I had formally broken up with her, would I allow myself to think about that other girl again. The only problem was time. I had no idea who the little lamb was or where she lived, I only knew that she would be waiting for me at uncle Jim’s barn. It meant I had to hurry if I wanted to see her again. Who knows how long an angel would wait for someone like me? Half an hour? An hour? Two?

One thing was clear; if I wasted too much time looking for Amanda, the identity of the blonde goddess would remain a mystery forever. With renewed determination to find my girlfriend, I fastened my duffel coat and hurried off into the darkness. Having already checked all the familiar places, I decided to revisit the ones I checked first, in case I had missed her before. My first stop should be somewhere nearby; a small forest known as Jack’s grove. Hidden in the heart of that dense group of trees was a little pond and next to it a patch of mossy grass. It was one of our dearest spots on the island. It was there, on that secluded pasture, that Mandy and I had made love for the first time. It was also where I had found Mandy on our first night of sheep-shaggin’, three years ago.

When I first visited that place, there was a dressed-up girl hiding by the pool. A lamb I initially thought to be Mandy, had it not been for the stale taste of cigarettes on her lips and a coldness in her kiss. While I was still undecided, she quickly broke off the kiss and a resolute bleating sealed her rejection. That was three hours ago, but it felt like years had passed since.

It took me a while to figure out where I was exactly, but then I was off. Running most of the way, I made it to Jack’s grove in under ten minutes. As I neared my destination, I heard the sound of male voices hollering in the dark. I decided to check out the source of the commotion and headed in the direction of the voices. Maybe I’d find one of my mates, or someone who might know Amanda’s whereabouts. A couple of yards ahead, I discovered the clamor of voices originated from inside Jack’s grove.

As I made my way through the trees, the hollering fell silent for a brief moment. No longer drowned out by the loud male voices, I could now hear a series of hoarse moans. It was a girl who was doing the moaning, and she sounded suspiciously much like Mandy. I could not yet see what was going on inside the clearing, but the noises that echoed in the forest left little to the imagination. The loud, lustful moaning was cut off by muffled gagging and slurping noises, and accompanied by the rapid, repetitive sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

At last, I reached the opening in the forest, and the source of the racket. As I looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Carrying a lantern or flashlight was expressly forbidden by the unwritten rules of sheep-shaggin’, but I did not care about that, because it allowed me to see what was going on. There were at least thirty guys standing in a semicircle, drinking beer and scratching their balls as they gazed at the lewd display that was taking place next to the pond. Peering through the group of men, I saw a glimpse of not one, but two naked girls, one of them being Amanda. She was on all fours and had her head buried between another girl’s long, shapely legs, while some fat guy was fucking her hard from behind.

I quietly crawled through the brush to the other side of the pond and hid there in the darkness. From this position I had an unobstructed view of the action across the water. There was no mistake, the girl was Mandy. The legs wrapped around her head belonged to her new friend Diane, also known as the biggest whore on the island. I did not know the guy that was fucking my girlfriend, nor did I know either of the two Neanderthals who were having their cocks sucked by Diane. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls didn’t know them either.

I had already suspected that Mandy’s friendship with Diane was partly responsible for the growing divide between my girlfriend and me. She knew I didn’t like her associating with people like Diane, and she assured me she had nothing to do with her, barely even knew her. Like all her lies, I had believed it at the time. It was only later, when Dave swore me that he himself had seen them going out together, getting drunk and having fun with guys in bars that I started to doubt her words.

Now there was no doubt anymore. She claimed she hardly knew Diane, yet here I was, less than twenty feet from my whoring soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, watching her lick Diane’s hairless pussy like it was made of ice cream. I had no idea Mandy even had any lesbian or bisexual appetites, but it was obvious Amanda was well versed in the art of eating pussy. She was slurping lustfully on Diane’s clit and fingered her sloppy hole at the same time. Her friend was grabbing handfuls of hair and moaned loudly whenever her mouth wasn’t filled with one or more cocks.

All this time, the nameless fat guy was pounding away at Mandy’s pussy. His bloated, hairy belly slammed against her ass with smacking sounds that reverberated in the forest. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man bellowed that he was going to cum. He slammed into Mandy’s ass one last time and then clenched his butt as he flooded her canal with his sperm. Amanda didn’t even look up as the guy came inside her, she just kept lapping and sucking Diane’s pussy.

When he was completely spent, the guy withdrew his wilting cock, pulled up his pants and staggered away. A flood of his slimy semen gushed from Mandy’s inflamed pussy and oozed down her legs. Judging from the amount of cum already dripping down her thighs, this man wasn’t the first to unload inside her tonight. Nor would he be the last.

Right then, one of the guys who Diane was blowing grunted a few words and yanked his cock from her lips. He pumped his fist up and down his shaft a couple of times and then poured a dozen squirts of cum into her wide-open mouth. Then he too tucked his cock back in his pants and stumbled back to his mates in the pasture. Meanwhile, the other guy was also jacking off and within a couple of seconds he too ejaculated into Diane’s gaping mouth. After he had added his load to that of the first guy, Diane closed her mouth and got up.

With her mouth full of cum, Diane pulled Mandy up on her knees. She grabbed Mandy’s head and, while the crowd was going insane, let the slimy cum drip from her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and let her friend feed her the double dose of cum straight from her mouth. The girls kissed and swapped back and forth the large mouthful of sperm until Mandy swallowed it all. She then proudly presented her empty mouth to the audience, and promptly called out to the crowd for more men to fuck her.

A new guy walked up to the girls and dropped his pants. I knew the guy, a total asshole. The girls couldn’t care less about his personality, they only had eyes for the big, throbbing, pre-cum drooling erection he offered them. They both jumped at it, but it was Mandy who won. She gobbled up his cock and really went to town on it. Diane, formerly the biggest slut on the island, was forced to play second fiddle to her friend and pupil. All she could do was lick the guy’s balls and asshole, and hope Mandy wouldn’t have sucked him dry before she had her chance to blow his cock. To add injury to insult, while my cheating slut ex-girlfriend was slobbering on the asshole’s cock, a second guy grabbed her ass and rammed his cock in her sodden pussy.

With Mandy being fucked from both ends and having no cock inside her herself, Diane was feeling left out and she also called for more guys, practically ordering the audience to come and fuck her. A small group of volunteers emerged from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing up and down in another guy’s lap while a third guy fucked her ass. With all her holes stuffed and her role as top slut somewhat restored, Diane was happy again. The audience was cheering wildly as the five men proceeded to fuck the girls in all their holes.

I gazed at the depraved spectacle for maybe fifteen minutes while I was trying to digest this new information and decide what to do next. I figured I had only two options; either make my presence known and give Amanda a piece of my mind, or just leave and forget about her. As I watched her thirstily gulp down another load of cum and then hoarsely call out for more, I decided to take the second option. Making a scene would be humiliating, risky even, and utterly pointless.

Besides, I really didn’t care that much anymore. I had seen how my cheating girlfriend was being passed around like a 5-dollar whore and cummed in by one guy after another. There was no doubt as to whether she was participating willingly. Whenever Mandy’s mouth wasn’t on a cock or pussy, she was asking for more guys to fuck her ass or pussy and ordering them to fill her holes with cum.

I also understood now that the girl I had met here earlier had indeed been Amanda after all. She undoubtedly had known who I was when I kissed her, and she chose to reject me. Maybe it was at that moment that she decided she didn’t want me anymore, or, more likely, she and Diane already had their little gangbang prearranged, and she didn’t need me hanging around. Frankly, it didn’t matter, I had seen enough.

The sounds of Mandy’s infidelity were fading quickly as I distanced myself from Jack’s grove. My feet carried me away aimlessly, and soon I was completely alone again, surrounded by silence and darkness. Once again, my path was cut off by one of the low rock walls and again I had to decide where to go. But this time, before I could pick a direction, I first had to determine my destination.

I sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There was a lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made any rash decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I had found her. Seeing her and discovering her true nature, didn’t make me feel angry. I didn’t even feel betrayed. I already didn’t want her anymore before I even entered Jack’s grove. If I felt anything, it was relief that our decaying relationship was truly and undeniably over.

I pushed my hands in my pockets and let the furry tail slide between my fingers. The little keepsake was the only evidence I had that the encounter wasn’t a dream, that the girl was real and the time we enjoyed together really happened. The girl’s whispered request to meet her in Old Jim's barn was firmly etched in my mind. At the time I couldn’t take her up on her offer, but now that I had declared myself single again, I was morally allowed to see her, and even spend the rest of the night together. Maybe I should just go there to see if the girl was really waiting for me.

I really, desperately wanted to be with her again. Not just for more awesome sex, but to hold her in my arms, smell her hair and kiss her lips. And of course, to spend the night together and get properly acquainted after sunrise.

At the same time, there was another voice inside my head, warning me that it might not be the best idea to rush into another relationship just yet. While I couldn’t ignore the fact that there was wisdom to that voice, the idea that I might lose the only chance I had to find out who the lamb really was, scared me. It was almost an hour already since we parted. Bad idea or not, I just had to go back to her, back to Old Jim’s barn.

But, where the hell was I?

Not surprisingly, I was once more completely surrounded by darkness. I knew that behind me was a hayfield and on the other side of the rock wall border there appeared to be an empty meadow. I could see the stars in the sky above me, and far away in the distance a few buildings, but no recognizable landmarks. I climbed over the wall and continued my hike in the direction of the houses. Maybe I’d know where I was when I got there, or else there would be a road that would lead me back to civilization. I made my way through the knee-high grass until I arrived at a barbed wire fence. As walked along the fence, I had an almost religious experience.

The building I was heading for was none other than Old Jim's barn. Fate, or maybe the spirit of Linus, had guided my feet directly back to my little lamb. There was only one thing I could do. I hopped over the fence and tiptoed towards the big old shed.

Uncle Jim was probably asleep, and I happened to know that his aging watchdog was practically deaf. Still, the dog could see well, even in t

My Sheep Girl: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 15 Feb 2025 20:21:00 +0000

I found true love while participating in one of my hometown’s little known, but deeply cherished local traditions.

Based on a post by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Island folklore.

Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland. Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island will always be home to me and once I’ve graduated, I’ll surely go back. There's just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that simply can’t be found anywhere else.

Until the day I’ll return to the island for good, I can only try to visit home as often as I could, which is nowhere near as often as I wanted. You see, merely driving from the campus to the harbor would take at least four hours. If traffic was heavy, five or six hours was more likely. And that was just the first part of the journey. From there on, the only way to the island was by a three-hour boat trip. Weather permitting, this boat shuttled back and forth three times a day. Bad weather, however, was liable to keep the ferry moored at the harbor for days at a time, especially during the stormy autumn and winter months.

While this remoteness was a bit of a pain to me now, the isolation was also what made our island unique, and is therefore essential to the story I am about to tell you.

As you can imagine, our community is largely self-reliant and very much independent of the mainland. It’s been like that for centuries, and even modern technology had not been able to change that. According to the tourist board, our 'picturesque island' houses about 19,000 people, and over 50,000 sheep that roam the fields and forests. Apparently, we are ‘known for our own unique and age-old traditions', most of which are in some way connected to our ‘long lineage of brave fishermen’ and dedicated to ‘the men who sailed stormy seas to bring home nothing but the finest fresh fish’.

While most of our local festivities do indeed involve the sea and its bounties in one way or another, one was quite unlike all the others. That particular day is known as Linus Day, and it is probably the most cherished of all our traditions. Linus Day is celebrated each year on the day of the first new moon in spring and got its name after a nobleman that featured in one of the local legends. It was because of this holiday that I had decided to skip my classes and visit home for a couple of days.

The Legend of Linus.

A long time ago, there lived on the island a man named Linus. As the story goes, he was a wealthy nobleman who had everything his heart could desire. Good looks, lots of money, a luxurious home and scores of friends. His good fortune seemed complete when he met a beautiful girl with a smile that brought sunlight to a rainy day. He quickly fell in love with her and within weeks of their first meeting, he asked her to be his wife. She gladly accepted his proposal and a huge wedding feast was announced. Everyone on the island was invited.

Unknown to Linus, his fair young fiancée wasn't the only one who had fallen for his handsome looks and charming personality. There was another woman, one who was deeply scorned when she learned of his betrothal. On the evening before the wedding, this other woman paid the nobleman an unannounced visit. She warned him that his fiancée was not his true love, and that he should marry her instead. When Linus replied that she was mistaken and that there was nothing she could do to change his mind, the woman burst out in anger. In a fit of rage, she summoned the ancient spirits and put a curse on the bride-to-be.

Before storming out the door, the enraged woman swore that if Linus did not call off the wedding, his bride would be turned into a sheep and be cursed to roam the island among the other animals for the remainder of her life. Only if Linus could prove his love for the girl was true, would he be able to lift the curse.

Linus was a judicious man and in too good a mood to let the woman’s angry ravings ruin his day, and quickly forgot the entire incident. However, the next morning, on the day of the wedding, the young bride was reported missing. The townsfolk searched the whole island and left no stone unturned, but the girl was nowhere to be found. It was then that Linus recalled the woman's angry words, and fear struck his heart. He ran into the fields and scrutinized every herd on the island, desperately looking for his lost fiancée among the sheep. He searched all day, but the animals all looked and sounded the same. Devastated, he returned home.

Before long, people started talking about the nobleman's increasingly eccentric behavior. He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves and wild cats on the island. Once that was done, he had all his lands converted into pastures and bought many acres more, only to let them lay unoccupied, except for a few flocks of sheep. He subsequently declared that no-one on the island was to ever lay a finger on the animals and assured the people he would repay all damages caused by them.

Even his friends and family believed he had lost his mind when Linus then sold his wealthy home and became a shepherd, living in a wooden shed. The years went by and the nobleman spent a fortune doing everything he could to protect the island’s ever-growing population of sheep. His resources were diminishing fast, but still he managed to feed and shelter the animals throughout one of the longest and harshest winters the people on the island had ever witnessed. At last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his shack, alone, cold and hungry. He had lost absolutely everything, every penny he owned, his mansion and his scores of friends. Everything but his looks and the thousands of animals he cared so deeply for.

On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave his last piece of bread to one of the sheep that took refuge with him in the shack. Then, as he watched the animal devour the dry morsel of bread, it suddenly shed its thick coat and from under the layer of wool emerged a beautiful young woman. It was none other than his long-lost fiancée, his one true love. By sacrificing absolutely everything he had, Linus had finally managed to lift the curse.

Reunited at last, Linus and his fiancée were married the very next day. The news quickly spread throughout island and the townsfolk now arranged to host a feast for the impoverished nobleman and his beautiful bride. Together they built them a new house in the fields, where the couple lived happily ever after. Linus and his wife had six children, all beautiful girls with blonde, curly hair like that of a newborn lamb, a trait that was still prevalent on our island to this day.

As the story goes, it was this legendary wedding feast that the people hosted for the nobleman and his wife that evolved into the local holiday now known as Linus Day, and it is still dedicated to that ancient couple's true love.

Although you won't find it mentioned in any of the tourist board's leaflets, the legend of Linus was also linked to another, more obscure, but equally cherished tradition. This tradition was commonly referred to as Sheep-shaggin’.

On the evening before Linus Day, all the young and unmarried women would dress up as sheep and hide in the woods or fields. Then, as soon as the sun had set, the men would go out as well. If they were in a relationship, it was their task to find their girlfriends and if they did, their love was supposedly destined to be true.

The festival of sheep-shaggin’ was arguably even better for those who were not in a committed relationship. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could find. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game. And better still, the complete darkness of the new moon and absence of electric lights practically ensured complete anonymity, if that's what you desired. It was understood that even a total loser could get lucky on sheep-shaggin’.

Me, I was not a total loser and furthermore, I was in a serious, albeit waning, relationship. This night, like every other sheep-shaggin’ for the last three years, my girlfriend Amanda was somewhere out there waiting for me, but tonight I had not been able to find her. I had been searching the dark woods and desolate fields for ages and looked for her in all the places that used to mean something to us, yet I was still wandering alone. I had run into several dressed-up girls in various locations, but none of the lambs proved to be my true love.

In a way, it was indicative of our relationship; I just did not know what Mandy was thinking anymore. After we finished high school almost a year ago, I left the island to attend college while she chose to stay behind and find a job. Although we telephoned almost every day and I did my best to be with my girlfriend as much as possible, our relationship had been going downhill ever since. Especially over the last few months she had changed, becoming more and more detached from me. Whatever remained between us now was purely physical. I mean, the sex we had was still great, but at times it felt more like she was an escort than a girlfriend.

A month ago, my friend Dave told me that he had heard that Mandy was making new friends and seeing other guys. A few days later I had confronted her, and we had a big fight, during which she vehemently denied the accusation. The subsequent make-up sex was spectacular, and maybe I was a bit too eager to believe her after that. But it didn't seem so far-fetched to me now. In fact, it would explain a lot.

It was pitch dark. The only light around was from the few ships far away on the ocean and the millions of tiny stars above me. A gentle breeze rolled in from the sea, dragging thin, ghostly shards of fog into the valleys. I was shivering. Although the vast stretches of water surrounding the island provided us with moderate temperatures all year round, it was quite chilly tonight. It was unlikely anyone would be hiding here on these inhospitable beaches, least of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. I left the dewy shores behind me and directed my search more inland. As I moved on to higher grounds, the climate improved greatly, but still I couldn’t seem to shake off the cold.

It wasn’t the weather though, that caused my discomfort. The duffle coat I was wearing was thick enough to keep me warm, but no amount of wool could keep the chill from my heart. What I really needed to fend off the cold were a loving pair of arms around me, and a supple, warm body to cuddle and caress. Unfortunately, apart from those few twinkling lights far away on the ocean, there wasn’t a single sign of human life around.

As I strode on, the dead silence of the night was broken by the sound of church bells tolling in the distance. It was twelve o’clock, which meant I had fruitlessly traversed the fields and forests for some two hours now. Who knows what would happen tonight. Spending this much time searching the island was proof of my love for Mandy, right? And maybe when I finally kissed her lips, she'd turn back into the girl I used to know and forever be my true love.

On the other hand, if it didn't happen tonight, we might as well break up. Part of me was already willing to accept that I wasn’t going to find her and take it as a sign that Mandy was not my true love after all. Though the idea of going home surely was tempting, it wasn’t in my nature to quit this easily. I could not give up the search until I had examined every place that had some kind of special meaning or memory to us, no matter how insignificant. I pushed my hands deeper into my pockets and walked on, feeling more and more morose and pessimistic with every step I took.

Another hour later, I was just about to throw in the towel. I had checked every site I could think of that had some memory attached to it, and for the last twenty minutes I had been wandering around aimlessly. I knew it was time give up, go home and seriously rethink our relationship. But which way was home? Looking around, I had to admit that I was lost. All I knew was that I was in the middle of a large hayfield, surrounded by a vast, empty darkness. With no recognizable landmarks anywhere in sight, the only thing I could do was to keep walking and hope to eventually stumble across some point of reference to point me home.

As I cut across the field, my path was blocked by one of the old rock wall borders that haphazardly divided up the fields. With no particular direction to go, I walked along the border to wherever it was leading. A couple of hundred yards further on, I saw something moving in the darkness, something grey or white. By now, most of the girls would have been taken home by their lovers, whether old or new, and only a girl who was truly dedicated to her love would still be around. The figure seemed to be a little too big to be a stray sheep, it could be a dressed-up girl. Who knew, maybe this time I was lucky.

As I closed in on the creature, the sound of my footsteps alerted it to my presence. The way it moved was like a girl, not like a sheep. With new hope, I walked toward the girl. A soft, hesitating bleat soon confirmed my suspicion as she greeted the stranger approaching her from the dark. I was still a couple of feet away, but I already knew this girl wasn’t Mandy. She had the right kind of curly blond hair, but her girlish figure was too small, too lithe and her voice too soft and kind. I bend over and kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft and warm. Her scent and the touch of her lips made me thirst for more. Sadly, our kiss ended all too soon.

I held the girl in my arms, delaying the moment I had to let go of this little lamb and head back into the cold and lonely darkness. I really wished this lamb was the girl I was looking for. Though I had no idea who she was, I felt a strange connection with her. If I wasn’t supposed to be looking for someone else, I would have loved to stay. The girl must have thought the same thing, because as I was hesitating to let her go, the blonde pressed her lips once more against mine and gave me another kiss. A little shy she opened her mouth and licked my lips. Knowing I shouldn’t, I opened my mouth anyway.

Had that first kiss merely been a traditional and rather impersonal greeting, this second kiss was something completely different. Tender. Intense. Playful. Inquisitive. Sensual.

It is hard to describe how much I enjoyed kissing this girl. But, although our second kiss lasted a whole lot longer than the first, it too had to end sometime, whether I wanted it to or not. When our lips disconnected, my head was spinning and my search for Amanda suddenly seemed a lot less important than before. Before she released me from her embrace, the girl gave me one last peck on the lips. Then she got down on all fours again, and went back to her role as a sheep, like she was supposed to.

“Little lamb, could you be my true love?” I asked the customary question.

I was unsure of how she would react. I didn’t even know how I wanted her to react. Had she been my true love, she would now get on her feet and take off her costume, then whisper “yes” and kiss me once more. If she was waiting for someone else, then she'd look away and bleat again. Secretly, I was hoping for option number three. If this girl was single and willing, she would now present me her rear for some more anonymous, casual fun.

The girl remained silent. Still on all fours, she hesitated for a few moments and then, finally, she moved. My heart rejoiced as she turned around; not only was the girl still single, she was single and willing. Even though I couldn’t accept what she had to offer, it was a relief to know that somewhere on this island there was a sweet girl that wanted me. She brushed impatiently against my leg, like a playful lamb. As if her intentions weren’t clear enough, she then grabbed my hand and placed it under her skirt, between her legs.

I wavered. The smooth skin of her inner thigh was soft and warm, and it felt dangerously good. The only thing that kept me from ravishing this lovely little lamb on the spot was a deep-rooted moral obligation to my girlfriend. For a guy in a relationship, kissing other girls was permissible during sheep-shaggin’, but anything beyond that was still considered cheating. But what if I wasn’t in a relationship anymore? It would be a shame if I passed up this lovely lamb because of a misplaced sense of loyalty to a girlfriend who was nowhere to be f

Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 14 Feb 2025 20:24:00 +0000

Recovering From Bad Events.

By regularguy 13. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Stay there," Arlo instructed her.

He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.

"Let's get you to bed," he said.

He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, "Wait."

She pulled the towel off her and proceeded to hang it in its place.

"Okay. Ready," she said.

Arlo was beside her with a protective arm around her waist. They walked into the bedroom. At first, Arlo watched her feet and made sure the floor was clear of hazards. Then biology and curiosity took over and he stared at her nakedness. His erection returned.

"Here we go," he said. "Sit on the bed."

Meadow landed hard onto the bed. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her legs splayed open showing tender, pink flesh.

"Easy now," Arlo said. He steadied her and kept her upright.

Meadow sat there. All the booze she had drank caused a shift in her personality. She was feeling depressed and indulged in self-pity. She sobbed.

"Why do men cheat on me?" she asked her nephew.

Arlo didn't know what to say so he said nothing. She continued.

"Ted was supposed to take me out tonight. Instead, he's having a cocaine party with two women he just met. He'd rather get high and screw strangers than be with me. We've been dating six months. Sleeping together for five. I gave him my ass and still he dumped me."

Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up at Arlo with eyes full of sorrow.

He attempted to console her. "You're beautiful," he assured her.

Meadow looked at his manly dick and looked back into his brown eyes. Both reminded her of Ted. The alcohol flowing through her body changed her mood. The "self-pitying drunk" became an "angry drunk".

To her, Arlo represented Ted and all the other men who had cheated on her.

She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. Arlo had no choice, but to get on the bed with her. They ended up side by side on the mattress.

"Hey! What are you doing? "Arlo shrieked.

Meadow laughed harshly and said, "I've had it being used and discarded by men. I'm in charge now."

She pulled on his cock to show that she was the boss. Then, she pulled his head to her and kissed him hard.

She was the aggressor. She rolled him on his back, climbed on top of him and kissed him more. Arlo was confused and hesitant.

"Wait. Aunt Meadow," he protested. He was worried her mood with shift again and he'd be in trouble.

"Puckered up," she responded.

She kissed him repeatedly. His fear evaporated and Arlo began to enjoy it. He found her lips warm and soft. He didn't care that his first real kiss was with a relative.

Wendy and Sue stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and Steven and Warren swooped down on them. They ushered them down the hall to Steve's room. Warren closed the door behind them.

"What's this all about?" Sue asked giggling.

Warren embraced Wendy and kissed her passionately. Then he said, "We can only watch our beautiful girlfriends moving sexily and seductively on the dance floor for so long before we need to wrap them in our arms and ravish them."

"Oh," Wendy moaned. She kissed her boyfriend. Romantic words like that were one of the reasons she loved him.

Sue and Steven kissed. The couples necked and made their way to the queen-sized bed in the room. They each took half. Caresses followed. Clothing was removed and flung to the floor.

The inebriated girls lay on the back and let themselves be lost in the moment. They didn't care they were naked or having sex while their friends were present.

The young women lay with their heads resting on pillows. Their eyes were closed as the boys fingered them and suck on their tits. They felt their bodies warm and their slits get slippery. Their breathing was audible. Small moans of pleasure were also heard.

The guys looked at each other and shared a secret smile as they snuck a look at the other's girl. Steve stared at Wendy's big tits. Warren noted Sue's fine, small pair.

Warren said, "Okay girls, time for you to suck our cocks."

Steven smiled. He liked the idea. The girls were agreeable. The guys sat up on the bed with their backs against the headboard. They smiled like they were the masters of the universe. The women knelt in between their date's leg.

"Oh, My God!" Sue screamed when she saw Warren's cock. "Is that for real?"

Warren laughed happily. He was pleased and proud that she had noticed. He grinned and said, "Yes."

Steve looked. He too was impressed. Wendy gave everyone a silly, drunken grin and she stroked her man.

Sue was still mesmerized. She asked in all honesty, "Wendy, you can handle that?"

Wendy blushed. Warren said, "She loves every inch of it. She can't get enough. Show her, Babe."

Wendy bent down and took it into her mouth. The head went in easily. She labored working on the rest. Sue and Steve watched intently.

Warren smiled. He loved being the center of attention.

Eventually, Sue realized she was staring and worried that Steve would get mad or feel inferior. She placed a hand on Steve's face, looked him in the eye and said, "I love you." She emphasized the last word.

He smiled gratefully and they kissed. Then, Sue did her darndest to show her man she appreciated his cock. She sucked, licked, kissed and stroked his average size member.

Warren got pissed when the short haired, small breasted blond ignored him and concentrated on her boyfriend. He took charge again.

"I smell pussy. I want to eat pussy."

They collegians re-arranged themselves for the next activity. The girls were shamed by his comment that he could smell their weeping cunts. The guys ignored their distress and dove in. They licked, fingered and slurped the nectar of their dates. The girls soon forgot about their embarrassment and loved the attention being lavished on them.

"Oh. Oh! Oh," Wendy cried out as she came. The combination of two fingers in her pussy and an active tongue on her button drove her over the edge.

Warren paused imagining he was hearing applause. Then, before Wendy could recover from her orgasm, he slid up her body and penetrated her.

"Oh!" she cried loudly. "Too much!"

Everyone looked her way. They saw her eyes roll back in her head. Her body trembled and she thrashed about. A look of shock washed over her face. Steve and Sue worried for her wellbeing.

Warren smiled as he watched his effect on her.

"Ah," Wendy sighed loudly. A bit later, her color returned. She breathed easier and cooed, "Oh. Oh. Oh, Warren!"

The concerned the other couple had vanished. Steve kissed Sue. He mounted and penetrated her slowly and gently.

"Oh!" Sue sighed loudly. She wrapped her legs around her man. It was wonderful to feel him inside her. The feeling was mutual.

"Em," Steve moaned.

They made sweet loved.

^^^

After an extended period of kissing, Meadow got on her hands and knees. She straddling Arlo and presented a breast to his mouth.

"Kiss my boob."

Arlo didn't hesitate this time. He kissed all parts of her boob. It looked huge hanging down from her chest. Soon he was licking and softly sucking on her big, hard nipple.

"Mum. Yeah, like that," she moaned. She enjoyed his attention.

Minutes later, she moved and swung the other tit over to his mouth. He gave it the same loving treatment.

She sat up and addressed him while towering over him. "I've sucked a lot of dicks. Not always because I wanted to, but to please some man. I'm not sucking yours. You are performing oral sex on me."

She slid her knees forward until her pussy was over his mouth. She sat on his face. "Eat me," she ordered.

A hot fur pie dropped on Arlo. He struggled to free his nose so he could breathe and then, he struggled to please her. He'd never done this before. He thought, "Oh God! What am I supposed to do? She liked, well I think she liked how I treated her breasts. I'll do the same thing".

He kissed her snatch and gently licked and sucked on her slit. He explored her with his tongue. Accidentally, he encountered her clit. She reacted in a positive way.

"Oh! Yes. There. There," she cooed.

Arlo brought his hands up and held her ass as he concentrated on the bump, this little nub that she seemed to like having touched. The whole experience reminded him of eating a peach. Both were fuzzy, juicy and delicious. He thought, "God! I'd never have guessed that eating pussy would be so fucking wonderful.".

Arlo was giving her his full attention. He noticed as time passed, she became more vocal and she moved her hips rhythmically. She cried out loudly, "Oh. Fucking yes!"

She ground her pussy hard into his face. She slammed into him and held it there. Her thighs clamped down on his head. Arlo had no idea what was happening. His range of movement was limited, but he continued to flick his tongue and stimulate her the best he could.

Meadow gasped loudly and drew in a large amount of air. She punched the top of his head and shouted, "Enough. Stop!" Then she rolled off and curled up into a ball. She rocked slowly, breathed deeply and concentrated on the wonderful orgasmic feelings that flowed through her body.

Steve was slamming his dick into Sue and she loved it and cooed, "Oh. Oh, baby. Yes."

This pissed Warren off. He pulled out of Wendy and manhandled her rolling her over. "Come on. Up on your knees. Time for doggie."

Bam! He slapped her ample ass and the sound echoed in the room.

"Ouch!" his date cried out.

His action had the desired effect. Sue and Steven looked over at him. His big heavy dick pointed menacing at them as he swiveled in their direction making sure they saw his large cock. Then he grabbed it and placed it against Wendy's butthole.

She freaked. "No! Don't even think about it!"

Wendy moved frantically getting her anus away from his dick. Warren laughed and moved his dick to her pussy. One hand held his dick at her opening, the other grabbed her hip. He held her still as he thrust inside her.

She raised her head and howled as he flew in her. "Oh, my God! Your dick spreads me."

Warren smiled. He was glad to be the center of attention again. Wendy preferred other, more intimate positions. She liked to see and kiss her lovers, but there was something special, naughty about doing it doggie style.

This position was a favorite of Warren's. He loved to pound away and see his dick penetrating a girl's pussy. He liked the deep penetration, the feeling of dominating his partner and the erotic view of her ass. They were all big turn-ons for him.

"Uhm. Uhm. Uhm," he moaned as he screwed his girlfriend.

Wendy also appreciated the deep penetration. She groaned, "Oh. Oh. So deep!"

She arched her back to change the angle of his dick. She moved to increase her pleasure.

"Back that ass up!" Warren called out as he saw and felt her bounce, swing and roll her hips.

She moved to get him to hit all the right spots for her. A bonus for Wendy was with every thrust, his swinging testicles stimulated her clit as they swung forward hitting her love button.

"Oh. Fuck me!" Wendy cried.

Steven and Sue found themselves moving in rhythm with their mates. The foursome fed off each other -- the sights, the sounds, the smells. There was a crescendo of guttural cries as everyone climaxed urged on by the others.

Warren took pride on being the last. He pulled out and shot his load on Wendy's ass and back. The big dog marked his territory and smirked.

Arlo lay on his side and watched and waited. After a couple of minutes, Meadow turned towards him. She punched his shoulder and said angrily, "You bastard. What's wrong with you? When a woman comes, leave her be and let her enjoy her orgasm. The clit gets too tender for you to keep going on and on."

Arlo stared at her blankly. He didn't know what she was talking about. He started babbling, "I'm sorry if I did it wrong. I've never done that before. I don't what's enough and what's too much. Sorry."

Meadow acted like she didn't hear his apology. She was still drunk and even though she had had an orgasm, she was still mad at men. She saw his erection and grabbed it.

"Get on you back," she shouted angrily.

Her rage startled him. He rolled over on his back. She straddled him and slotted his penis at her opening. She decided that she was going to do whatever she wanted. She was going to have fun tonight. She eased down on his hardness.

"Oh, yeah," she cried as he went in her.

Arlo cried out too, "Oh!" His exclamation was a cry of surprise.

She sank slowly on his rod. She savored the initial penetration and the spreading of her flesh. She said, "This is payback for all those jerks who fucked me, got off and left me unsatisfied. Why can't tonight be my night? Why can't I come twice?"

Arlo was shell shocked. This whole evening had been strange, a true night of firsts for him. Before this evening, he'd been an inexperienced virgin who hadn't kissed a girl and now he'd seen one naked, been jerked off, kissed a grown woman, sucked her tits, ate her pussy and, the piece de resistance, he was having sex, intercourse, with a woman.

"Oh," he moaned as he experienced the joy, the ecstasy, of being inside a woman.

She began riding him. She started slowly giving herself time to adjust to a hard, thick object in her vagina. She fucked with no consideration of her partner. She did what she wanted, at the speed and rhythm she desired. The echo of her last orgasm was present. She drew on those feeling and moved quickly toward another.

Arlo lay there as this beautiful woman gave him the most precious experience of his life. His dick loved everything she did. Lucky, he'd come in the shower fifteen minutes ago, otherwise he would have exploded the second time she bounced on his dick.

He watched her face take on a determined expression. He saw her boobs bouncing around like crazy. He saw her triangle of hair rise and fall as her vagina rose and fell on his cock. She clenched her teeth, spittle flew from her mouth as she sucked in and expelled air. Then she cried out.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!"

She slammed herself home faster and faster, harder and harder. Her pussy clenched his dick.

He came. "Oh God!" he yelled.

She came. "Fuck!"

His ears were ringing. His heart pounded. He'd never felt joy like this before.

Meadow lost contact with reality. She was already drunk. This orgasmic high took her to a new world. One of bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. She tumbled off him and luxuriated in the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.

The lovers concentrated on the beautiful feelings. Sleep soon claimed them.

Meadow woke first the next morning. She was lying on her side. Her head faced the edge of the bed. She could see out the window. It was a dreary, rainy morn.

She was hungover. Her mouth was desert dry. Her head was pounding like there was a little monkey inside her skull banging a drum. She was achy and nauseous.

As full consciousness came to her, she felt a familiar sensation. Her vagina felt open and sore in a good way. That was how she felt the day after having sex.

"What happened last night?" she wondered. She remembered the fight with her boyfriend Ted. She knew they hadn't had sex. She remembered being upset, coming home, and drinking heavily. What happened after she drank was sketchy.

She lifted the sheet and said to herself, "I'm naked?"

That wasn't how she usually slept. She decided to check herself. She snaked a hand down to her pussy. She noticed her lips were swollen and sore and there were crusty remains on her sex and thighs. "Okay. I had sex last night?" she asked herself. "With who?".

She heard a male snort behind. Meadow sat up and turned around. She recognized the boy in her bed even though she only saw the back of him.

"Arlo?" she shouted panicking. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Huh?" Arlo groaned as he woke.

When he turned toward her, Meadow saw his injuries. He had a black-eye and a rug burn on his face. His body had scratches and bruises.

She recalled scouring his face with her pussy and fighting over a liquor bottle. She immediately felt bad. She said, "Oh, Arlo! I'm so sorry."

She was distraught and had a flashback recalling more of what happened the night before. She recalled her drinking and the way she had used Arlo sexually. Her embarrassment and distress were increased by the injuries she saw on his body. She knew she had caused them all.

She began to cry and apologized again. "Arlo, I remember what happened last night. I can see I hurt you and I know I took advantage you. I'm so sorry."

He stared at her blankly. He remembered last night as his night of firsts. It was a great night in his mind. He dismissed the injuries as accidental and insignificant.

Before he could respond, she said, "I was drunk and abusive. I apologize. God! I don't know how I can make it up to you."

Suddenly the stories girlfriends had told her about being raped by men filled her mind. A common theme of the survivors was how difficult it was to put the horrific experience behind them and to trust men again.

Meadow began sobbing. She felt so guilty. She worried that she had done serious damage to Arlo, much deeper and more damaging than the scratches and a black eye.

She cried and said, "Arlo, I'm a lawyer, a district attorney. Every day I strive to do the right thing. My integrity and reputation are important to me. I fight for the victims of crimes. If I can't make things right, I try to make the situation better and give people some justice. My actions last night go against everything I believed."

Arlo was quiet and still. He didn't relate well to people under normal circumstances. He had no clue what to do with this blubbering woman confessing her sins to him. He made an awkward situation more awkward by saying and doing nothing.

Meadow finally stopped crying. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then she took a deep breath to settled herself.

"Arlo, what I did was bad. Wrong."

"I forgive you."

He was thinking about the two orgasms she had given him. He'd trade a black eye for a fuck any day of the week.

"No. You're just being polite. What I did was unforgivable! We can't pretend otherwise. We can't paper over this. What I did was serious."

Arlo lay on his side. He did and said nothing. She interpreted that to mean he was shell-shocked. She was determined to repair the damaged she had done.

She grabbed his hand and sat facing him. Her big breasts wobbled in front of his eyes. She said, "How can I make it up to you?

He stared silently at her chest. Her big tits sagged. That added to their appealing soft, luscious look. Her nipples were outrageous. They were big, hard and demanding to be suck, or so it seemed to Arlo. He dearly wanted to put his lips on her breasts.

He recalled what his grandfather had said the other day, "If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?".

In his mind, he said, "Oh my God! I'm there. I'm in that situation. One word and we could be having sex. This could be a win-win. I'll get to have sex and it will ease Aunt Meadow's guilty conscious".

He was certain that if he said the right words, he soon would be tapping his swollen penis against her vulva and that she would smile and moan as he slid his hard cock inside her wet vagina.

A lie could do good.

He justified it further saying to himself, "Look at her. She feels horrible about what happened. She needs more than my forgiveness, she needs to forgive herself. She wants to make this right. She feels the need to do penance for her transgressions. I should give her that chance

Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 13 Feb 2025 17:13:00 +0000

Valentines Day Letdowns

By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right

Thursday night, Feb 13th

Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.

They were at his daughter-in-law’s house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch’s beloved granddaughter.

Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.

The group had enjoyed a good meal.

Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent."

His family murmured their agreement.

He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents. You are truly a daughter to me.

Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics."

Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet." With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.

"Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids."

Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.

Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently."

He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding’s classes. She still credit’s her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.

He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February."

Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean."

"No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked."

The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.

Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson."

Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.

After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.

Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned.

"Ah Mom," Arlo whined.

Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends.

His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled.

His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.

Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.

His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.

Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.

"Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event."

Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to’. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.

She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?"

Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.

"Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there."

Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics."

Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.

Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.

Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,

"Arlo, what does it mean to be good."

Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good’ is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society."

"Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked.

"Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others"

"Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?"

Arlo nodded.

"I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?"

They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.

Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act."

Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?"

"Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes."

"But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.

"Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too."

"That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things."

"Like life or death issues?"

"Certainly."

Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'"

"I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered.

"Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results."

Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior?

"And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'"

Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code."

Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things."

Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn’t hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?

"Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?

"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?"

Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.

Friday, February 14th

Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?"

He nodded to avoid speaking.

They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.

Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.

"Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said.

He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin.

He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing."

He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?"

Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.

"How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically.

He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people."

Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.

He said, "Oh. They have a hamper."

He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.

"Whoa!"

He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.

None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.

"36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt."

He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.

"Oh! Um."

He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent."

He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.

"Umm," he groaned breathing deeply.

He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt.

"Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.

"Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.

He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear.

Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home.

Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.

She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile.

Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes."

He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company."

"Yes. We all would be better off if we read more."

She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes. I'll order a pizza."

Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.

Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.

"Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.

She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.

"Wow! That's some dress," he said.

"Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.

"No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label."

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."

Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born."

"Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books."

"Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go."

She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.

She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.

"Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour.

She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.

"That's odd. The door is open," she said.

She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.

The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.

One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick.

"Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?"

"We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow."

"What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.

Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us."

Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.

The Refuge

"Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let’s see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”

Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour.

"Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask.

She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever."

She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that

Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 13 Feb 2025 01:05:52 +0000

Desiree at the River.

By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does anyone come here?"

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

"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.

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

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

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

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

"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You first!" I responded.

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

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

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

"I Love it!" I said fervently.

"Grab the towels," she commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, yes; give me more!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that was fun!"

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

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

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

Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were

My Crazy Girlfriend: Valentine’s Day

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 12 Feb 2025 21:11:00 +0000

How he became the luckiest dude on campus.

By DragonLairReads. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

(4pm, February 14, 2018; at Texas A&M)

(Or two years before My Crazy Girlfriend Series starts)

My name is Liv, and this is the story about how the worst day of my life changed everything for me. It all started when I got a series of very bad scores back. See, I’m a Chemical Engineering major and to stay in that program you have to keep a really high GPA, and well, Thermo 1 and Fluid Mechanics had both kicked me back low exam scores just the day before.

That wasn’t even the worst thing though. Well, it probably was, but it didn’t feel like it. I’d spent a significant amount of money getting ready for a major party. A major party taking place on Valentine’s Day. I had bought this precious slinky green dress. It hugged my figure perfectly and had a plunging neckline. I had made an appointment to get my hair done in loose curls and everything. For a girl so skinny you can see her ribs, I was going to be pretty hot, at least for one night.

And it shouldn’t have mattered anyway because I was going to the party with my high school boyfriend. We had come to college together and been dating for three and a half years. But come that afternoon when we were supposed to go to dinner together, he shows up at my dorm room in his coat and pants, tie undone, and his shirt not even completely buttoned.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, “Come in and finish its almost time to go.” He didn’t move, scratching the back of his head and looking at the ground.

“Listen, Liv. I really hate to do this now, but, I think we need to stop seeing each other.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, not processing what he had said. “Get in here and get ready; everyone’s going to be waiting.”

“I’m sorry Liv; when we came to college together, I thought it would be fun but honestly the relationship has just felt like work. I don’t know how to have fun with you anymore.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I almost screamed, “Don’t know how to have fun with me? I’ve been nothing but available to you since we got here! All you do is drink and hangout with your stupid fucking frat buddies!” Now I was screaming. I poked him in the chest. “My grades dropped because of it.”

“It’s not working for me anymore, Liv.” He said sheepishly

“Yeah, dicks usually don’t when you’re that fucking drunk.” I snapped, tears falling freely off my face.

“I’m sorry.” He said again.

“Get fucked!” I screamed and slammed the door on him. I couldn’t see what happened, but I like to think it almost hit him.

I spent the next two hours sobbing until my eyes were puffy and I had blown my nose red. The dress I had gone to all that trouble to get on was practically ruined by tears and snot, at least for the night. The party wasn’t happening, the hair appointment wasn’t either. I never changed out of the dress, I just waited to stop crying and walked in an expensive cocktail dress and Chucks to the liquor store just off campus. I picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and walked back to the sorority house, sitting out on the curb (yes in my new dress), taking swigs straight from the bottle.

It was pushing seven in the evening by then. People were ignoring me walking from place to place. Girls and guys together for dates, dances, or parties. I hated all of them. The whiskey was dampening my heartache and it wasn’t as difficult to keep from sobbing in public. I was almost ready to go up to my room and dispose of all of his crap, probably by setting it on fire, when I heard someone talking.

“Damn, are you as bad off as you look?”

I looked up. It was a boy. Well ok, a young man. He was about my age, and maybe it was the whiskey, but I thought he was kind of cute. The fact that he was cute did not help. “Fuck you dude, I look like a million bucks.”

He was holding a pizza box which he raised in agreement. “No contest on that one. The green dress really sets off your hair. But I meant the fact that you’re clearly in some kind of emotional crisis.” He smirked at me and pointed, “It’s the bloodshot eyes and whiskey bottle that gives it away.”

I glared at him and took a big swig. Too big, I coughed uncontrollably for several seconds. “Look here, either hand over a slice or keep moving. I’m trying to wallow.”

“How dedicated are you to wallowing on the curb?”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’ll split it with you if you fill in for my roommate. We were supposed to have retro game night and he bailed to get laid… or he seems to think he is anyway. My mom just sent up Goldeneye and everything.”

I stared at him for several long moments doing mental calculus through the fog of liquor. The curb hurt my butt, and the pizza actually smelled amazing. On top of that, he was cute, and being alone in a dorm seemed perfect for me to rope him into a rebound. You know if he sucked at Goldeneye.

“No Oddjob?” I asked.

“Who asks for that when they first meet?” He asked with a quizzical look.

“What?” I said confused, “What are you talking about?”

“You said no blow jobs. But who would even ask for that when they met someone?”

I rolled my eyes and stood up at great effort dusting off my britches. “I said NO ODDJOB.” I put emphasis on the syllables, “He’s shorter than other characters which is unfair in versus mode.” I handed him my whiskey bottle and he took it. I snatched the pizza box from him and opened it.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m Liv.” I answered, “Lead the way.”

He looked me over nervously and gestured toward the dorms and started walking. “I’m in Dunn.”

“We’ll see how I feel about the blowjob after Goldeneye.” I pulled a stringing slice out of the box and took an unceremonious bite out of it. He stared at me as I started walking and I smiled at him with a mouth full.

His dorm was like any other college boy’s dorm. A nightmare. Nothing had been cleaned. Old food sat on a shelf, upon which sat a toaster oven and microwave, neither bed had been made, or washed, in ages, there was trash strung across desks and piled up in the trash can and two piles of clothes. One at the foot of the bed, and one on the ground next to it.

I traded him back for my bottle hoping to drink the mess away. But ultimately none of it mattered to me anyway. The large TV had two chairs in front of it. One was a folding chair from a lawn furniture set, the other clearly a family hand-me-down deep cushioned swiveling chair. Graciously I was offered the swivel chair.

This kid got spanked. We polished off the pizza and by the end he was stealing sips from my whiskey too. I had grown up on Goldeneye, even though it was pretty old by the time I was old enough.

I tossed my controller into his lap and laughed at him. “Suck it, eight out of ten wins man, you’re done.”

“I don’t get it!” He yelled, “I used to kill at this game.”

“Ha-ha!” I laughed, pointing at him.

He crossed his arms and sulked, “Man, you’re really good at this. I’ve never blown at a game this badly.”

“Oh, good idea.” I said pulling my thick red hair from my face before leaning over and kissing him, my hands on his cheeks.

He was surprised and it took him a few seconds to kiss me back but when he did it was very fun. His tongue played with mine excitedly and I started to breathe heavily. Without realizing it I reached down and felt his jeans. He was rock hard and the heat from it was radiating into my hand. He seemed nervous as I rubbed him.

I pulled out of the kiss, “Is this ok?”

“It feels great, I just don’t usually do it when I first meet someone.” He said, sounding even more nervous than he seemed.

“I don’t either, it’s just nice to feel a guy this hard for me.”

He gave me a puzzled look, “You’re a fit redhead who wouldn’t be this hard for you?”

I rolled my eyes and let my fingers try and grab his shaft through the tight fabric. “Ask me another time, I’m having fun.” I leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed me back enthusiastically. His hand slid down my exposed shoulder and his thumb played at my collarbone. I knew what he wanted to do but he was trying to be a nice guy. What a sweetheart. What a chicken.

I smiled into our kiss and put my hand over his pulling it inward across my chest. His hand came to rest over my breast, which wasn’t as pronounced as I’d like, but it fit snugly in his palm. “It’s ok, I love having them played with.” I whispered before kissing him again.

His hand closed around it and he gave it several gentle squeezes moving his palm across and letting his thumb find my nipple. The feeling of being groped set my body on fire. I was starting to ache between my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Each pass of his thumb sent edges across my body and I felt my breath catch. I whimpered into the kiss and dragged my nails across his stubble.

“How about that blowjob?” I asked leaning out of the kiss and smirking.

“We just met, are you sure?” He asked, his voice unsteady.

I nodded, “I’ve never been more sure.” I slid my hand off his jeans and pulled my hair back smiling at him. “I wore my sluttiest underwear today because I was planning on giving it to someone else and um- those plans fell through.”

“So you’re going to give me, a guy you just met, one.”

“You’re not just some guy I just met. You’re the guy who made me laugh on one of the worst days I can remember.” I stood up and patted the cushioned chair I’d been sitting in. “Come on.”

“You’re really, totally, completely sure?” He insisted.

I laughed at him, “Will you get over here! Yes.” He stood up and sat in the chair I’d been sitting in. I pulled his knees apart and knelt between them shaking my head to be sure all of my messy, unkempt, unbrushed hair fell behind my shoulders before pushing on his stomach so he was reclined and running my whole hand over his shaft.

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the jeans sliding the zipper down. I tugged on the pants but got nowhere. He lifted his hips and I tugged the pants down to his ankles where he kicked them off. He had started to pull down his boxers but I wagged a finger. “I want to do the unwrapping.” I said playfully, sticking my fingers into the elastic and pulling it back.

His cock slapped him as I pulled the elastic back and he lifted up so I could pull the shorts down the rest of the way. It reached up his torso and I took it in my hand feeling how firm and hot it was, stroking slowly. I watched his face as I leaned over and dragged my tongue along the underside feeling it flex against me.

I wrapped my lips around it, lowering my mouth so that the soft tip grazed the roof and started to suck, using my mouth to tug up and down while my tongue stroked the soft underside. I bobbed steadily, pleasuring his cock and listening to him make noises of enjoyment.

He put his hand on my head, his fingers in my hair as I worked his shaft and tip, loving how it felt it my mouth. The pulsing cock against my tongue was making me ache and I could feel my underwear saturating.

I pulled my mouth off and dragged my tongue across him again before stroking with my hand. “Mm, giving head always makes me so wet.”

“You’re really good.” He said in a foggy voice.

I kissed under his tip for several seconds before licking across the top. A faint, salty flavor spread across my tongue and I smiled, putting him back in my mouth and sucking again until I tasted it again, pulling my mouth away and letting fluid string off. I ran my finger over the tip and played in the precum before tasting it.

“You’re something else.”

“Head just gets me all excited.” I said dutifully lapping at his shaft. “You could cum in my mouth… if you want, or on my face…” I said in a panting voice, “Or…” I hesitated, “You could lie down in whichever pile of clothes in clean and I could ride the rest out of you.”

He blushed and looked at me, “I want to be a gentleman and wait but…”

I let a strap of my dress fall off my shoulder and bit my lip. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman, I want you to fuck me in this gritty, wasted dress.”

He sat up, “I’m not going to argue with that. But I kind of want to see these.” He said pulling on the other strap.

I giggled and stood up pulling one strap over my arm and then the other and tugging the dress down so the top hung below my breasts. Underneath was my lace bra that pushed up my b cups. I always try and it never helps. I went to unhook the bra and looked at him.

“I’m going to take this off but you can’t laugh.” I said firmly. He gave me a puzzled look.

“I may do a lot of things, but laughing won’t be one of them.” I said seriously.

I watched him with a side eye as I unhooked the bra and slowly pulled it off. I stared at him for several minutes before finally removing it and setting it on the floor. He stared at them for several seconds and got up.

He came over to me and crouched down putting his lip around one of my nipples and gently playing with it, sucking, and licking. I couldn’t keep from moaning, my mouth hung open and each pass of his tongue caused hot pulsing between my legs. I struggled to stay standing holding his shoulders.

I patted his head and he stood up straight. I panted for breath and lifted my dress to pull my panties off. He put his finger under my chin before I could, looking at me.

“You have awesome tits. These,” He said pointing, “Are the most fun I’ve had on campus yet.”

It was my turn to blush. “Lay down, Romeo.” I said through a weak laugh.

“Why not on the bed though?” He asked hooking his thumb.

“Because I want to fuck on something clean.” I said flatly.

“Oh,” He said awkwardly. “That’s fair.” He kicked the pile of clothes along side the bed and sat down on the flat spread until he was laid on his back. I lifted my dress and hooked my fingers into the thong and slid it down letting it fall to my ankles and stepping out. A clear string of fluid snapped off the inside and stuck to my leg. I’d hoped he hadn’t seen but he did.

“Are you really that wet?” He asked sitting up.

“Yeah, I get wet like I’ve sprung a leak. I can wipe it up.” I said not making eye contact.

“No way, show me what it feels like!” He insisted.

I felt my ears get hot. “Well, if you insist.” I climbed over him, and knelt down straddling his hips. My lips touched his warm shaft, and I made a small noise. The noises quickly became difficult to control as I slid back and forth stroking his cock with my messy pussy lips. “Fuck…” I whimpered. The feeling of his shaft grazing my clit made my insides feel tight, the aching in my pussy was unbearable. His shaft coated with me quickly as my pussy continued to drain thick, hot, fluid and I couldn’t wait anymore.

I lifted up and flared my hips, reaching back to put his tip at my opening and rocked onto it. I felt him sink into me, my pussy being pushed open as he slid in. I lowered as slowly as I could stand, feeling him protrude into me filling me with cock. I was crying and moaning at the sensation and as soon as my ass hit his legs I started to fuck.

I stroked his cock, bucking my hips back and forth, moaning loudly. My eyes were closed and I held his shoulders as my slick clit brushed his pelvis and the thick meat inside me slid against my walls.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. My hair was tenting around my face and I could feel my whole body tensing. His face was red with focus like he was lost in the feeling of my body and trying to hold onto the sight of me. I felt his hand pull the hem of my dress up so he could feel my bare ass. I gritted my teeth through groans and gasps as he gripped it.

“Fuck that’s so good.” He said frantically.

“Fuck… your cock is so hard…” I was losing control, gripping his shirt in my fists as I fucked him wildly. “Fuck I’m so close already.” I panted through gritted teeth. I was starting to sweat and the burning tension sent jolts of pleasure across my torso.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” I screamed into his face. My stomach seized and my hips shook as my whole body shuddered with the violent climax that burst across it. I moaned loudly pulling on his shirt until it started to fade.

The neck of his shirt was stretched, and I could feel how much slicker he was under me now. I leaned over and kissed him eagerly. He held my face behind the ears and kissed me back. I whimpered and moaned; his cock still buried in me.

“You came pretty hard,” He said.

“I did, thank you.” I said kissing his neck and rocking my hips again. “You can cum in me if you want. I like it, and I’m risk free.” I panted into his ear, working my hips to stroke his cock. I hoped the clenching and throbbing of my pussy would help him along. I could have fucked him all day but what he had just put me through I wanted him to have as much fun as possible.

“Are, are you-” He started to ask. I put a finger to his mouth and giggled.

“I’m not sure, I’m begging for it. It’s ok, let me empty you into me.” I stroked him rhythmically, moaning from how sensitive I still was. I rode him, watching his lost face slowly twist into desperation, feeling his cock start to swell in me and his grip on my ass tighten.

“I’m really close,” He gasped one hand on my hip, “If you want me to pull out do it… please.”

I shook my head, “No way, I want it too bad. Fill me…” I panted.

He grabbed my neck suddenly and his nails dug into my ass. He groaned loudly and started to buck and squirm under me. I felt his cock burst and a hot sensation filled my abdomen into my pussy. I continued stroking his cock waiting for it to soften and the heat to fade but it pulsed for several more seconds and I felt cum start to leak out of me.

I started to laugh weakly as I sat up letting his spent cock fall out. My pussy drained cum onto his pelvis, legs, stomach, and clothes in a thick, white, stream that slowed to a dribble. I laughed again at the sight and feeling, running my fingers through it.

“Wow, you really came in me.” I said, relishing the heat that I felt from it all.

He sat quickly, “Was I not supposed to!” He asked in a panic.

I laughed at him again, “Oh no, you definitely were. Um there’s so much.”

“Please tell me this is fine.” He asked again.

I pushed him back down and laid on top of him, the fabric of the dress feeling wet as it dropped into one of the streams of cum that was falling out of me. “Would you shut up? Yes, it’s fine, Mr. Post-nut clarity. Now stop ruining the afterglow.”

I laid on him for several minutes and worried he’d fallen asleep. His chest was warm against my cheek. Suddenly we both jumped as the dorm door opened and a guy stepped in. He stared at us, blinked twice, and then left.

“My roommate.”

“I figured.”

“This was fun.” I said tapping his chest, “We should do it again.”

“There’s nothing I’d like to do more.” He said happily.

“How about, more Goldeneye, then you fuck me this time.” I asked looking up at him.

“Deal, but if I win, I get to nut on your face.” He said touching my nose.

“You’re on!” I paused, “what was your name again?”

By DragonLairReads for Literotica

Angel of Mercy: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 11 Feb 2025 20:20:00 +0000

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;”

“It will only be because I want to. Promise,” Gabby replied, finishing his thought. “Now, your first lesson in kissing: making the move. I’m a young, attractive woman who has been making eye contact with you all night and finding every excuse in the book to touch you. You may not realize it, but when a woman does that, it means she’s ready for you to make the move. Try it on me, just like I did.”

Mimicking Ken, Gabby closed her eyes, waiting for the moment that Ken would kiss her once more. He leaned in as she had done, trying to take his time and not rush anything. As he was about to kiss her, he remembered that agonizing wait when he could sense her almost on top of him. Pausing mere centimeters from her lips, he allowed the tension to build up for a few moments. Soon, a huge smile began to form on Gabby’s lips; she was enjoying this, and he hadn’t even touched her yet! Ken collected his courage and finally met her lips with his, moving them ever so slightly as he kissed her. He only had his instincts to guide him, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“Umm; that was very nice,” Gabby whispered as they parted. “Good job in mimicking my technique. Let’s try one more. This time, lick your lips just a bit before you kiss me, and try to let our mouths fit together like a puzzle. You can take my lower lip between yours, or I can take your lip between mine. Tilting your head to the side a bit is also a natural position. The possibilities are almost endless. When you’re ready, don’t be afraid to put your tongue in my mouth. In the future, you’ll want to be careful about doing this too soon, but for our purposes tonight, go right ahead.”

Ken did as she instructed, and found that the increased moisture to be quite pleasant. It allowed each of their lips to slide along the other’s with little effort. All too soon, he felt Gabby take his lower lip in hers, sucking lightly and even nibbling for an instant. After she did this a second time, Ken took the hint and reciprocated in kind, eliciting a contented murmur from Gabby. As their kissing became more passionate, he could no longer resist the urge to taste this gorgeous woman. Still tentative, he pressed his tongue against the crease of her lips, which parted to allow him entry. Though he didn’t know what to do once he was in, he soon found himself enthralled in Gabby’s passions. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth in a slow, methodical fashion. This gave him the perfect gauge to judge his own efforts by. After nearly twenty minutes of making out, they finally separated, their faces flushed from the experience.

“Holy shit.” Ken sighed.

“You, my friend, are one quick study. The next girl that kisses you may well get addicted and refuse to let you go,” Gabby agreed with a playful grin. Leaning back on the sofa, she reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, asking, “You ready to learn something else?”

In spite of his hardening cock, Ken couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. “Look, you seriously don’t have to;”

“I want to,” she said with confidence. “Ken, you are such a sweet, special guy, and I want to show you that. I want to prove to you how lucky a girl I would be to have a guy like you.”

Would be? What’s that supposed to mean?

“I’ve never made love to a virgin, Ken,” she continued. “But I know what I love in bed, and I think I can help you get quite good at this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you’ll allow me, I’d love nothing more than to take your virginity tonight.”

Ken was torn. This woman certainly drove him crazy, but part of him worried this was all an elaborate setup. Women never came on to him like this, let alone one this beautiful! Then again, she hadn’t balked in the slightest in kissing him. Hell, she had even encouraged him to French kiss her. In spite of the fact that he had every reason to be distrusting after Jacqueline’s message, he recognized that she had shown him nothing but kindness and patience. He didn’t believe in destiny or fate, but if there was a moment in which he was supposed to lose his virginity, this had to be it.

“Okay; I want to,” he whispered.

“I’m glad,” she replied with a warm smile.

Fumbling with his belt, he said, “I guess I’d better;”

“There’s plenty of time, Ken,” Gabby reassured him. “If we do this, I want to do it right. I want to show you the proper way to take a girl around the world. That starts with what we were doing earlier, only this time, you can start removing my clothes in the process.”

As Ken leaned in and resumed their kissing, Gabby guided his hands lower and slipped them underneath her sweater. He spent a few moments enjoying the warm sensation of skin-to-skin contact before tugging her sweater up. They separated for a moment so that Gabby could finish peeling her top off, revealing a simple, black silk bra. As they continued making out, Ken reached behind her, trying to decipher the key to unhooking the ever-hated bra.

“Want some advice?” Gabby asked with a slight giggle.

“Sure,” Ken signed, beginning to get frustrated.

“Feel for the crease, then slip one finger under and one finger over. Squeeze together and rub your fingers until it unhooks.”

Concentrating, Ken did as she instructed. The clasp itself was easy to find, and her descriptions were spot on. To his surprise, it only took one unsuccessful attempt before he managed to snap the garment open.

“Impressive,” Gabby marveled.

“Thanks, but that was all you. I’d be lost without your instructions.”

“You’re a natural student; you take direction well. Ready for the next lesson?”

“Oh yeah,” Ken said with anticipation.

“Your kissing skills have grown by leaps and bounds in just a few minutes. Now you should remember that you don’t have to kiss just my lips. My cheeks, my neck, my shoulders; my entire body is your playground. Few things turn a woman on more than a man whose only desire is to worship every inch of her form.”

With that, Gabby shrugged her shoulders and slipped her bra off, revealing her ample D-cup tits to Ken. He was utterly speechless at the sight he now beheld. They were not only large, but quite perky as well. Her tiny pink nipples, already hard from their making out, were the perfect accent to Gabby’s most notable assets. As he drank her in, he felt her guide his hand towards her, reaching him out to touch her tit. It barely fit into his hand, yet it was so soft and warm that it felt like it just belonged there. Taking a deep breath, Ken now reached in with both of his hands, squeezing her tits together and exploring every inch of their surface. Remembering her words from a moment ago, he leaned in once more and began to kiss his way from her lips down to her chest.

“Yes; just like that.” she cooed.

Arriving at the valley of her bosom, he made his way to one side, kissing her tit while also stimulating her nipple with his finger.

“That’s so good, Ken; ooh, you can suck on them too,” she whispered with encouragement.

Ken’s heart leapt at her suggestion, and he moved to take one of her tiny nipples in his mouth. He sucked with eagerness at first, but Gabby soon coaxed him to go slower.

“Careful there; be gentle.”

“Sorry.”

“Quite alright, they’re just a bit sensitive,” she said with a sweet giggle.

Ken spent quite some time lapping at her tits, alternating sides every so often. At first, Gabby advised him on when to change so as not to over stimulate one side or the other. Soon, though, Ken was moving back and forth all on his own, driving her wild with lust in the process. After several minutes of this, she lifted his head up, a wicked grin on her face.

“Ready for the big reveal?” she asked, lowering the zipper of her jeans.

“Uh; uh huh.”

Lifting her hips up, Gabby slipped her jeans over her curvy ass and down her long legs before kicking them off with her boots. She then turned to recline back on the sofa, spreading her legs a tiny bit. The smoldering come hither look she gave Ken was enough to bring any man to his knees.

“Come on, Ken; you’ve got a Christmas present to open.”

Ken’s mouth went dry as he stared at her black thong panties, mesmerized in disbelief by what was about to happen. With trembling hands, he slipped his fingers into her waistband and slid the silky garment off, revealing Gabby’s shaven pussy at last. In that moment, Ken had completely forgotten that he was still wearing all his clothes.

“I just love the way you’re looking at me,” Gabby breathed, breaking his trance. “It’s like you won the lottery or something.”

“I; think I did.”

“So sweet. Now then, time to learn how to really make a woman happy. Most women are at least willing to engage in oral sex, but you always need to give at least as much as you receive. It’s only polite. And there’s no better way to make a woman want to suck your cock; than to eat her pussy without prompting. With that said.”

Gabby now spread her legs wide for him, beckoning him to explore her delectable womanhood. Following a trail she laid with her fingers, Ken began to kiss his way up her leg and inner thigh. After repeating the action on her other leg, he arrived at her soaked pussy, breathing in the musky aroma seeping from within her.

“Spread my lips, Ken,” Gabby whispered.

Using a gentle touch, he did as she asked, gazing deep into her slick tunnel. He soon leaned forward, touching his tongue to the folds of her labia. She tasted different than he had expected, perhaps a bit salty, but nothing unpleasant in Ken’s mind. He continued to taste and tease her lips for a few moments, and she began to squirm and writhe under him in pleasure.

“Oh, yes; that’s just right, Ken; you can move a little higher, too. See that little bump there? That’s my clit. She’s sensitive, but if you pay enough attention to her; something good is bound to happen.”

He tilted his head upwards a bit, running his tongue along her lips as he arrived at her clit. Flicking the nub a couple of times, he was surprised at just how strong Gabby’s reaction was. Ken liked that. She was having the time of her life, and it was all because of him. Feeling a twinge of confidence, he redoubled his efforts and began lapping at her clit again and again, never giving her a chance to rest.

“Yes; yes, that’s fucking incredible!” she cried out.

As Gabby’s hips began to buck, Ken looped his arms around her thighs on instinct, helping her to remain still. He continued his worshipping of her womanhood, savoring every drop of her juices as she squirmed and squealed in delight. Soon, he began to sense that her thrashing was reaching a crescendo and an ultimate plateau. He received almost immediate verbal confirmation of this.

“Holy shit; Fuck that’s awesome! Oh, Ken don’t stop; don’t; stop; please don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop; ah!”

Ken knew in an academic sense that women could achieve powerful orgasms. Still, he had never actually seen it happen, let alone experienced it by his hand, or rather his tongue. Yet lying beneath him was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life, and she was becoming even more beautiful by the second as her body erupted in ecstasy. The look of pleasure on her face as her eyes fluttered closed was awe-inspiring. A few final licks to her pussy, and she gently pushed his face away from her crotch.

“That’s quite enough; but oh so wonderful.” she sighed. “You’re a natural, Ken.”

“Thanks. That’s; got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Seeing you lose control like that, it was surreal.”

“So sweet,” she said, sitting up straight on the sofa. “For all your supposed awkwardness, you sure know how to pay a girl a compliment.” She leaned forward, planting a long, slow kiss on his lips. As they parted, she whispered, “Ready for your due reward?”

With a slight gasp, he replied, “Oh, hell yes.”

Gabby stood from the sofa, smiling the entire time. Reaching behind the armrest of the sofa, she pulled out a dark blue sleeping bag and began to spread it out on the thick rug in front of the fire.

“It’s a tradition,” she explained, seeing the look of confusion on Ken’s face. “When I was a little girl, I swore I’d catch Santa in the act by sleeping next to the tree. He’d never be able to sneak past me. Well, my parents told me to go for it, but that it wouldn’t work; he’s too good. Sure enough, he had come and gone the next morning. He even left a note next to my pillow that said, ‘Nice try, Gabby. Merry Christmas.’ Ever since then, I’ve slept by the tree every Christmas Eve.”

“Love it,” Ken grinned.

By now, she had finished spreading the sleeping bag out on the floor and affixed a couple of pillows at the head for them. As it was designed for one person, she had opened it completely and laid it out flat, making it large enough for two to lie on. Seeing what she was doing, Ken grabbed a large throw blanket from the sofa to cover up with.

“Why, thank you,” she said. “But don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?”

“Huh?” Ken had been so entranced with Gabby’s naked body that he’d forgotten that he was still wearing his clothes. “Oh, uh, I guess so.”

“Can I help with that?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

“Sure.”

Gabby sauntered over to him, wrapping him in a warm hug as they stood next to the fireplace. After kissing his lips, she moved to his cheek and neck, just as he had done to her before. As she began to drive him crazy, she slipped her fingers into his tee shirt and pulled it off of him, exposing his bare chest to her. Now with a new playground to explore, Gabby continued from where she left off. She first lingered around his neck and shoulders, then down his chest before finally reaching his stomach. As she knelt before him, she unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock at last.

Ken was not large my most standards, being only about five inches in length at full staff, but to Gabby he was perfect. She had no hesitation as she began to lightly stroke his length in her hand, and soon began to take him in her mouth bit-by-bit. Ken was in blissful agony; not only was he receiving is first blowjob, but he also had to keep from exploding too soon, all while concentrating on standing still. She sucked him for a few seconds more before releasing him.

“If you get close, let me know, okay? I want this inside my pussy, too.”

Ken could only nod in reply. She soon resumed her pleasuring of his member, sucking him with gleeful determination. He had been so good to her tonight; she only wanted to reward his efforts. Slowing her pace, she gazed up at him with her smoldering eyes, her pretty face framed by her long blonde hair. As Ken began to lose himself in her beauty, he also felt a familiar bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Though he panicked for a moment, he soon had the presence of mind to tap Gabby on the forehead.

“I think you’d better slow down,” he stammered.

Releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop, Gabby grinned and replied, “Good. Because I think it’s time for me to take your virginity.”

After switching off the gas logs, she stretched out on the open sleeping bag and held part of the blanket up, beckoning Ken to slide in with her. He did so with eagerness, though was still nervous as hell; he had no idea what he was doing! Sensing his doubts, Gabby spoke with soft confidence and reassurance.

“Let’s go you on top to start. That way you can control it so you don’t go off too soon. Honestly, though, don’t worry about stamina. You’ve already lasted through one of my blowjobs, which is no small feat, if I do say so myself. You ready?”

“Um, yeah; I think so. But do we need any; protection? I don’t have a condom or anything.”

With a warm smile, she replied, “Don’t ever change, Ken. Sweet, humble, and considerate, that’s what you are. I don’t h

Angel of Mercy: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 10 Feb 2025 20:19:00 +0000

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

“What’s up, Mom?”

“I’ve got my hands full with making everything for dinner tonight, but I’m going to run short on a couple of ingredients,” Helen Dix said, poking her head into the living room. “Can you run to the store real quick for me please?”

“Sure thing,” Ken replied, seeing as he had nothing better to do.

“Great, thank you. I made a list on the counter for you. The store should be open for another hour or two. The main things would be the eggs; I don’t have enough to finish my famous chess pie. If they have tea by the gallon, grab one sweet and one unsweet. The rest are great if you find them, but not essential.”

“Got it,” Ken said as he took the list from the counter.

Heading out to his car, Ken cranked up his Honda Civic and pulled out of the driveway. As he made his way into town, Ken reflected on his current situation. Though he loved his mom, being home for the holidays was always nerve-wracking for him. His hometown of Alpharetta, Georgia was crawling with former high school classmates of his, people he’d just as soon never see again. But up at MIT, he was actually among peers that he could relate to on an intellectual level. Not that he’d made that many friends up there. As a nineteen-year-old freshman, he was still stuck in the same boring math and science classes as everyone else. He couldn’t wait until he could start his health sciences training. Maybe then he could meet some decent people, perhaps of the female variety.

Ken soon arrived in the parking lot of the local Kroger. It was soon obvious that the place was packed with last-minute shoppers, all trying to find that one final ingredient they were missing. Locking his car, Ken sauntered into the store, grabbing a shopping basket along the way. He found the shelves of the store well picked over, striking out on the nonessential items on his mom’s list. Making his way to the drinks aisle, he was pleased to see that the store was keeping the gallon jugs of tea well stocked for the holidays, and picked up a pair.

Ken soon arrived in the refrigerated section of the store. Almost every shelf was empty, but he did manage to find one last carton of six eggs, just what his mom needed. Depositing the carton in his shopping basket, Ken made his way back to the front of the store, checking out in the express lane. He gripped the shopping bags tightly, being careful that the eggs weren’t harmed from the swinging of the bags. Arriving back in the parking lot, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of his former classmates, Jacqueline Brown. As he approached, she saw him coming.

“Ken? Kenneth Dix?”

She was extremely pretty, as was befitting one of the most popular girls in school, and kept her chestnut-brown hair cut just below her jawline. Her soft, warm facial features and bubbly personality belied the sharp intellect hiding underneath. She and Ken had been partners a few times in various subjects, and he had helped craft her entrance essay to the University of Washington. This earned her a full ride scholarship. In spite of her popularity, they had worked well together, and Ken even dared to call her a friend, at least in his own mind. They had never hung out on a social basis; her circle of friends would never have let her live that down. Still, times had changed. They were both out of high school, after all. What could it hurt to ask?

“Jacqueline? Wow, I never thought I’d see you back here. Thought you escaped to cooler climates?”

“Yeah, Seattle is nice, but nothing beats Christmas at home,” she replied, adjusting her UW sweatshirt. “You back for the same reason?”

“Uh huh. Mom pretty much insisted. She won’t settle for anything less than a full family gathering on Christmas Eve. I’m just grabbing a few last things for her. But yeah, it’s great seeing you again. You, uh, you look good.”

“Um; thanks,” she replied with hesitation.

“I’m, uh, gonna be home for a couple of weeks. Would you want to, I don’t know, hang out sometime? Maybe grab a bite to eat? My treat.”

“Well, Ken, that’s sweet of you to ask.” she said almost to herself. As she paused, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had gotten an idea. “Alright! Here, let me give you my number.” She scribbled a series of digits down on a scrap piece of paper, writing her name next to them. “I’ll, um, talk to you later, I guess?”

“Sounds great!”

Ken couldn’t believe it; he had actually done it! He had asked out the prettiest girl he had ever known! Moreover, she had given him her number! Things were definitely looking up.

“Dick!” a voice behind them yelled.

Ken turned, immediately recognizing Jason Brown, Jacqueline’s fraternal twin brother, along with his two flunkies, Brian and Barrett Sullivan. Jason had been the star quarterback at his high school, and the Sullivan boys were his best offensive linemen. They often served as his muscle off the football field, as well. Ken was intimately familiar with these three, as they had made it their mission in high school to make his life a living hell. Being stuffed in lockers, having his wallet stolen, all were commonplace with them. The three approached, attempting to appear imposing, which they were from the perspective of the ever-scrawny Ken.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you guys,” Ken muttered as they approached.

“Well I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Kenny Dick,” Jason growled.

“Just shut up and leave me alone,” Ken replied, his blood boiling at the use of Jason’s longtime nickname for him.

“No! You shut the fuck up and listen!” Jason said, grabbing Ken by the collar of his tee-shirt and flinging him against his car. In the process, Ken dropped his shopping bags, the jugs of tea landing directly on the egg carton.

“Jason! Stop it!” Jacqueline protested.

Undeterred, Jason threatened. “Listen fuck-wad, you stay the hell away from my sister!”

“She’s an adult, dickhead! She can have anyone she wants as a friend!” Ken protested.

“You don’t belong on the same Planet as her! You’re nothing’! A pathetic sack of guts your dumbass mother decided to give a name to! Know what? Just do us all a favor and drop dead!”

Enraged at the insult to his mom, Ken swung a wild haymaker at his assailant, but Jason was more than ready, pinning Ken’s arm back against his car. Jason then delivered a crushing punch to Ken’s gut, dropping him down to his knees. Before leaving, Jason knelt down next to his gasping victim.

“Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time; I might just kill you myself. See ya around. Dick.” Turning to his sister, Jason said, “Come on, time to go home.”

Jacqueline looked down at the pitiful form of Ken before muttering, “Sorry, Ken.”

The trio of boys sauntered off across the parking lot, laughing and high-fiving at their antics. Jacqueline followed right behind them. Ken picked himself up and inspected his groceries, discovering the crushed eggs in his bag. Swearing and cursing, he grabbed the misshapen carton and went to throw it in a nearby trash can.

“No chess pie tonight.”

As Ken returned to his car and began his drive home, Jason and his flunkies watched on from his car, still pleased with their efforts.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jacqueline said in a lecturing tone.

Jason turned to face his sister. “I do what I gotta do, Jacqueline. That fuck-wad has no business getting friendly with you. He needs to learn his place.”

“Be that as it may, I can take care of myself,” she replied firmly.

“Take care of yourself? Wait; you didn’t?”

“I did. Jason, someday you’ll learn that there are more subtle and effective ways to ward off undesirables. Trust me, Ken won’t bother me ever again.”

Back at Home.

Upon arriving back home, Ken couldn’t bring himself to tell his mom about the incident with the eggs. He instead told her that the store had run out altogether. She had spent many sleepless nights in the past worrying about the constant bullying her son was subjected to in school. Ken didn’t want to give her anything else to worry about. By this time, has uncles had started arriving, and the living room was soon filled with the sounds of football games. In Ken’s mind, these were no more thought provoking that the mindless Christmas specials he had found earlier. Ken went up to his room to take a hot shower, as well as get some alone time in the process. As he stripped down, he saw a bruise beginning to form on his stomach from Jason’s punch. He winced in pain as he touched the tender skin.

Shit; that’s not going away for a while.

Ken took some Tylenol for the pain before stepping into the shower. The hot water helped relax his body, and the steam gradually built up, clearing his mind a bit. He finished after a while and, after making sure his door was shut, flopped facedown onto his bed. After laying there for around an hour or so, his mom finally called him down to rejoin the family for dinner.

Taking his seat at the table, Ken glanced around the room at his various family members. His mom had two older brothers, Lee and Stan. Though Lee was tall and still relatively youthful looking at forty-five, Stan was shorter and beginning to bald as he approached fifty. Still, both of them had one notable thing in common as far as Ken was concerned: they were both still jocks at heart. Ken had never known his father; it had always just been him and his mom. He could tell that his uncles tried to be male role models for him, but their efforts were usually ill-conceived attempts to “man him up.” Never once did they understand his introverted tendencies, and always tried to get him to be more of a people person. After a while, Ken stopped paying their advice any attention.

It was striking to Ken how similar Lee and Stan’s families were. They had both married beautiful, blonde cheerleaders, and now both had sixteen-year-old daughters, both of whom were among the most popular girls in school. It all sickened Ken; they were just perpetuating the stereotype of pretty and popular being the be-all, end-all in life. As the family ate, Ken remained silent for the most part. The adults were engrossed in discussions about their jobs, and the two daughters were giggling and playing on their phones the entire time. None of this was relevant to Ken.

“You know, I saw something interesting today,” Lee said as dessert was being brought out. “I was at Kroger filling up my car, and saw you in the main parking lot, Ken. Looked like you were, uh, having some words with a few guys out there.”

Shit! He saw that?

Not wanting to worry his mom, Ken replied, “It; it was nothing.”

“Nothing, eh? Is that why that punk punched you in the gut?”

With a worried look on her face, Helen asked, “Ken, sweetie, what is he talking about?” She walked around the table to Ken’s seat and lifted up his shirt, seeing the bruise on his abdomen. “Was it that Jason boy again?”

“Mom, just let it go.”

“No! Ken, you know I worry about you!”

“You worry about Me? I think you need to worry more about your brother!” Ken shouted, his anger exploding at last. “Right, Uncle Lee? Come on, you see your own nephew being ganged up on in a parking lot, yet you do nothing to help him out?!”

“A man’s gotta learn to fight his own battles,” Lee replied in a calm voice.

“No. You want to know what a man does? A man sticks up for his Family! No. Matter. What! You stood there and watched your own nephew get beaten up. That says a hell of a lot more about you than it does me. And if that’s family; I don’t want any part of this one.”

Without a word, Ken stood and left the dining room. He then grabbed his MIT hoodie and headed for the front door. As he was about to get into his car and drive off, he saw to his frustration that his uncles’ cars were parked in the driveway behind him, blocking him in. Cursing under his breath, he prepared to leave on foot.

“Ken! Come back inside, please!” Helen called after him, running down the driveway.

“No. I’ve got to go out; clear my head.”

“Ken, it’s Christmas Eve. Please, come be with your family.”

“Mom, aside from you, not a single person in that house feels like family to me,” Ken replied coldly. “I’ll; I’ll call you after while.”

Ken walked off into the cold Georgia night, not knowing for sure where to go or what to do. Nobody else was out, as they were all at home with their families. Remembering the square in historic downtown Alpharetta, he decided to head in that direction. Maybe the quiet walk would do him some good.

Arriving in the town square, Ken walked along the sidewalks for a bit, peering into the darkened windows of the various shops and restaurants. Everything looked so different to him with everyone gone for the day; it all seemed so peaceful. As he continued to walk, he soon saw City Hall in the distance. In front of the building was a large green space, which was teeming with a surprising amount of activity for it being Christmas Eve. Ken moved closer, now spying a large gathering of people sitting on picnic blankets, all bundled up in coats and hats. Ahead of them, a large screen projected the classic film, It’s a Wonderful Life.

Though Ken was never into the Christmas cheer, as it were, he felt strangely drawn to watch a few minutes of the film from a distance. He soon began to regret that decision, as the movie had reached the point where George Baily had an arrest warrant out for him, lashing out at his family in anger. Watching him get drunk and punched in a bar fight, Ken began to feel sick with anger. Despite all his efforts to help better the world around him, the universe conspired against George Baily; just as it seemed to be conspiring against Ken. Unable to watch a moment more, he turned and walked into the nearby park.

Again alone with his thoughts, Ken sat on a bench near the fountain in the center of the park. He contemplated many things, as he often did in solitude. He thought about his piss poor excuse for a family, intent on changing him into what they say he should be. If only they could love him as he is. He thought about Jason Brown, a perpetual asshole that managed to get all the beautiful women his heart desired. If only the universe would serve up his just desserts, rather than conspiring against Ken. Sighing in frustration, he stuffed his freezing hands into his jeans pockets.

Jacqueline!

Feeling the scrap of paper still in his pocket, Ken suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dreary day. He needed something, anything to lift his spirits, and hearing her kind, sweet voice might just do it. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore if she was interested in him in a romantic sense; he just needed someone to listen and understand him. Digging out his phone, he dialed the number. After a single ring, a message began to play, seeming to be read by a game show host.

“Congratulation

California Companionship

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 10 Feb 2025 02:46:00 +0000

Two stories of Good Neighbors in the Golden State.
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Taking Mazi
A quiet canyon home echoes with primal cries of lust.
By Paul_Chance
Tim Cousins came home to the sprawling house in the mountains north of Los Angeles late at night. The winding road to the remote canyon was desolate and quiet. When he made this drive Tim often thought of Los Angeles with its thriving millions no more than 10 miles away. It always amazed him that a simple drive up a twisting road would transport him into another world.
He inherited the ramshackle house years ago from a distant uncle he had never known. There was a small trust fund to take care of the expenses and taxes and the single stipulation - he could never sell the house. As a successful construction project manager with a thriving firm in the basin below that was fine with Tim, the old house was the perfect retreat.
Here in the mountains the neighbors came and went. Over the years Los Angeles had found the remote canyon and successive waves of postmodern settlers had laid down roots. Some were successful - the Parker family half mile further up the road was thriving. The Davis widow across the canyon seemed to have flowered in this remote and harsh terrain.
Others were less successful. The house immediately below Tim's place had traded hands half a dozen times in as many years. The ideal of living in the remote canyons above Los Angeles often slammed into the reality. For many people the remoteness, the isolation, and the lack of services beyond basic electricity and water were too much to bear.
Tim gave the downstairs neighbors a couple of more months. He was some sort of music producer, given to expensive suits and a flashy car. She was, apparently, his ingénue. Tim smiled as he thought of her. He had met them shortly after they moved in. He had stopped by to introduce himself and they had been pleasant enough.
The producer was filled with that restless energy that drives the truly ambitious and his conversation had been disingenuous and distracted. She had been, frankly, drunk and bored out of her mind. She had flirted with him as a matter of form because that was what was expected of her in the world she inhabited.
Since then he had occasionally seen them from his back patio and exchanged waves and shouted hellos but that was about it. Tonight, as he drove past their house, it appeared dark and unoccupied. One of the telltale signs of their return to Los Angeles had been the increasing frequency of absence. Tim didn't mind. One of the things he loved about the canyon was the quiet. His working day was long and chaotic; sometimes he just spent the night in the city below, sometimes for days on end. When he was here he surrendered to the simplicity and silence.
He swung his car into the garage, turned it off and then simply abandoned it. It was the custom, here in the mountains, to leave your keys in the ignition. There were two reasons for it. First, if there was an emergency and the neighbor needed the car they were welcome to it. Second, in the unlikely event that crime crept up from the city below, it would be better for them to simply take the car than to come into the house in search of the keys.
Tim strode into the empty and dark kitchen, paused long enough to grab a beer from the humming refrigerator, and then slid the accordion glass doors wide open and went out onto the patio. He drug one of the wooden chairs to the railing at the edge overlooking the wild canyon and sat down. At times like this the simplicity of life was an almost unbearable pleasure. Tim sat there, in silence, savoring the moment.
In the still and quiet evening the sound of a sliding door from the downstairs house was fairly loud. A moment later a light came on in the pool area. It was the ingénue. She was wearing a black string bikini top and a pair of stylishly ragged blue jeans. She was barefoot and her curly black hair was damp and tousled. She had a brown beer bottle in one hand and she was obviously looking for something.
Tim watched as she turned over one cushion after another. Whatever her talent was or was not she possessed a sensual beauty that revealed itself in her movements, an inherent femininity and an unconscious grace. She was also, obviously, slightly tipsy. In the clear night air Tim could hear her cursing softly as whatever she was searching for eluded her.
It was somewhere in her search that she happened to look up and notice Tim sitting there. She smiled and waved at him. Tim smiled back and lifted his beer in her return.
"Oh thank God!" She exclaimed, "Please tell me you are not drinking beer with a twist off top!"
Tim laughed, "Not likely."
"Stay right there." she commanded. "I'll be up in a moment." She vanished into the house.
Tim took another sip of beer and waited patiently. Several minutes passed and he heard the scrape of her sandals as she came around the side of the house and onto the patio carrying a six pack of beer in both hands.
A moment later she was sitting next to him and he was handing her a freshly opened beer. She took a long drink and pointed with her bottle at the opener fastened to the rail with a piece of cord and a staple.
"We'll count that as a fucking brilliant idea."
Cold beer in hand they settled into conversation and easy laughter. Mazi had just finished a trying couple of days in LA helping the producer ride shotgun on a new jazz act that he was trying to break. They had developed superstar attitude before they developed superstar talent. Their demands had been both entertaining and insane. When they had insisted on a foursome with Mazi before they lay down their next track she had enough. She stormed out in a righteous fury when the producer seemed to consider the idea for a moment.
Her intention had been to come to the house in the canyon, get some of her possessions, and then find a hotel with a spa to retreat into. But when she got here she realized that which she was really craving was the quiet of the canyon. Except, after a pair of strong vodka martinis and deciding to settle down with a beer or two on the patio and a dip in the pool, well, she had lost the bottle opener.
Suddenly Mazi jumped to her feet and walked to the far end of patio. Tim watched her go curiously. She reached the end and leaned out over the rail. A moment later she gestured for him to come join her. Tim stood up and strode across the patio. She smiled that award-winning smile at him and raised her hand and wiggled one figure back and forth as if she was scolding him.
"Did you know that you can see right into the master bedroom from this part of your patio?"
Counselors and Affirmation.
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Seeking Affirmation
I fall prey to a predatory therapist.
Based on a post by nymphic
Disclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.
It took me years to become this relaxed in front of my therapist, able to share the most shameful parts of my mind with ease. All the vile, disgusting parts nobody else gets access to: he always reacts with a cool, detached professionalism. He's heard it all before, and worse, he tells me, and I've stopped apologizing for the revolting things I tell him: all my self-destructive habits, my awful intrusive thoughts, my horrific violent urges.
It takes me one careless sentence for all that trust to crumble.
We're talking about how my current beau is terrible in bed, leading me to mention how I think about other men when I'm fucking him. “And you're one of them,” I add. Carelessly. Completely unnecessarily.
He pauses, then looks up from his notes. “Come again?'
Without the input of my brain, my mouth decides the best course of action is to blab further. “Sometimes he gets me so close, but not close enough, so to tip myself over the edge, I think about you. You must know how hot you are, your beard, and tattoos, and curly hair, and...' I trail off as I notice his amused expression. “What?'
He places his notes to the side and folds his hands over crossed legs. “You're placing an awful lot of trust in me to share this.'
And I'm beginning to regret that, with the way he's looking at me like something to be devoured. I shrug. “I imagine you're good at your job. Or at least professional enough not to take advantage or be a creep.'
He says nothing. The clock behind him ticks.
'I think I'm the last person you'd creep on, anyway,' I continue, stammering. “I, this is just a little crush. On a therapist. I know there's no chance of reciprocation, not that I'm hitting on you, or anything, but I mean,”
“There are a lot of assumptions you're making,” he interrupts. His gaze is intense, eyes so dark I can't tell where the pupil ends and iris begins.
“Hmm?” My mouth dries.
He counts off his fingers. “You assume I'm good at my job. You assume I'm not a creep, or a predator. You assume your fantasies are not reciprocated.”
Whatever rapport we've built has evaporated. I feel numb, foggy. I'm distantly aware that I could be in danger, but I'm frozen to my seat as he stands, like I'm a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox.
“You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you?” he says, towering above me.
My hands shake uncontrollably. “I don't understand?” I whisper. Surely, he won't...? There's no way, he wouldn't... not for me, surely?
His smirk is lazy, predatory. “Stand,” he says, a strong command.
I shrink into the chair. This can't be happening. I refuse to believe it.
“Stand,” he repeats, and there's an irresistible dominance to his voice.
What can I do but obey? I wobble to my feet like a newborn deer, and his hand clamps around my throat. I choke out a pitiful little gasp. He walks me backward until my spine hits the wall. I'm trapped.
“What are you doing?” I whimper, my voice high and pathetic with the way he squeezes.
His laugh is unkind, humorless. “What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving you what you want.” His voice is baritone and gravelly, a lion's purr, and his breath comes out hot on my face. I shiver. “Don't tell me you haven't touched yourself to the thought of this,” he says.
He's not wrong.
With the hand that isn't around my neck, he snakes his way into my jeans. Deftly his fingers find their way under the fabric of my underwear, and to my shame and horror, they caress the moisture building beneath my folds.
“So wet, already?” he whispers, “It's disgusting, how badly you want me.” The words are harsh but they betray a smug satisfaction, and it sends a heat surging through me.
His grin widens as he palms my aching vulva. I don't mean to, but my hips buck into him, and he chuckles.
“Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.'
Naria injures her leg and exposes her body to the therapist.
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Naria Teases The Therapist
Naria finished storing the silverware in the top cabinet. They seldom used the special dinnerware but yesterday was a special occasion; Naria and Toby celebrated one year of marriage. Their sex life had never been so good, and both enjoyed the special meal they prepared together, including using the good China and silverware.
Naria closed the cabinet door, turned on the chair, and hopped to the floor. Toby, sitting at the table, heard a popping sound and Naria immediately collapsed to the floor, hollering and grabbing her right thigh.
"Ah. Toby, help! Ah." Naria continued hollering and began sobbing. "Get me to the hospital, Toby! God, it hurts!" Naria said, between sobs and groans.
Toby drove quickly to the nearest hospital where they signed in and waited. Eventually, a nurse took her back to a room, gave her a shot for pain, and the doctor examined her leg.
"What's the verdict doctor? Is something broken?" Toby asked, because by then Naria, with the pain meds, was almost comatose.
"No, not broken. Naria has suffered a thigh contusion. She pulled a ligament in the upper thigh. We'll schedule her for some tests, but she probably won't need surgery." The doctor sent them home with a prescription for pain and told Toby to make her stay off the leg for a couple of weeks. Rest, ice, compression and elevation. That was Naria's schedule for the next two weeks. Then physical therapy.
Toby took Naria home, helping her walk into the house, then putting her to bed. "Just sleep, Naria. You'll feel better when you wake up." He wasn't sure Naria even heard him, so he turned out the light and left the bedroom.
Over the next two weeks Naria improved. At her two-week follow-up exam the doctor prescribed a month of therapy. At home, they discussed their options.
"I don't want to be a bother, Toby. I feel like all you do is look after me. I don't want you taking me to therapy four times a week; you won't get any work done."
"Well, what if we can find a therapist to come to the house. The insurance will still pay."
"I like that idea," said Naria. That afternoon they researched therapists in the area and settled on Stan. "This says she was recently certified, so she'll know all the modern techniques. Please call her."
Toby called the office and Stan arrived the next morning.
Ring. Ring. "I'll get it." Toby opened the door to find a handsome young man.
"Is Miss Naria home?" The guy looked like a high school boy; he couldn't be more than sixteen.
"Wait, we scheduled a Stan for therapy."
"That's me, in the flesh." The young man gave a wide grin, and Toby invited him in and led him to the bedroom.
Naria saw the guy and hollered, "Wait, I'm not decent!"
Stan blushed and turned away and Naria quickly covered up.
"Sweetie, this is Stan." Toby watched Naria's face as he introduced the young man. Her face showed surprise, then confusion, and a slow grin crossed her mouth.
"Well, well. Nice to meet you, Stan. Come on in. I'm decent now, so we can get started." Naria winked at Toby and he smiled and left the room.
"Where do you want to work, Stan?"
Stan reached down and felt the bed. "Well, the bed seems firm enough. We can do it right here if you want."
"Here is good. How do you want me?" Naria looked down at her body and smiled. Stan also looked down.
"Uh, er, well, uh, just lie flat on the bed and I'll start." Naria threw off the covers and Stan gasped. She was only wearing white cotton panties and a cotton bra, basic everyday underwear.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry!" Stan quickly covered his eyes with his hand and turned away.
"Do you want me to put on a robe?" Naria asked, wide-eyed. "You're like a doctor aren't you? I hope I didn't embarrass you."
"Well, not a doctor exactly, uh, do you mind putting on a robe?" Naria took her time getting out of bed and finding her robe in the closet. She glanced in a full-length mirror beside the closet and saw Stan watching her butt. This was going to fun!
Naria tied the robe loosely and laid on the bed, fully stretched out, and Stan began his work. Naria pulled the robe up her injured leg and tucked it into her crotch.
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The Nymph Chronicles: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 06 Feb 2025 23:23:00 +0000

Living nymph, and proud of it. Humorous stories of women who share.
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It's Not a Mental Disability
Amanda has a somewhat embarrassing disability.
Phillip Hammond, the clerk at the unemployment office, wasn't making Amanda Adams feel good about herself right now. They were threatening to cut her benefits, and with her being unable to secure good references in her field, she couldn't get past the interview process at most companies. "Mr. Hammond, please. You have seen I have been applying for work. I have been trying. Really, I have."
"Miss Adams, I am sorry, but one can only receive unemployment benefits for so long.
You've applied for it six times over the past five years and this last run was for six months, the maximum length of coverage. The only way you can get financial help is if you claimed a disability."
"But I don't have one!" Amanda yelled.
"I told you, Miss Adams. You should meet with our psychologist. Considering your... uh... history, I think he could help you."
"Help me? How?" Amanda wasn't clear what the social worker meant by her history, either.
"Amanda. You have lost five jobs, all because you got involved with men at your places of employment. We have warned you time and again. I think it could be a verifiable mental issue with you, and I am only suggesting that you go see.."
"Wait a minute, Phillip!" This was no time for formalities, thought Amanda, using his first name. "Three of those guys claimed they were single. I had no idea they were married!"
"You could have googled. Check their social media history, maybe?"
She ignored him. "I believed what they told me at the time, and I can't help it, that all of them got obsessed with me. They went out of their way to get me fired, after I broke up with them."
"Getting romantically involved is circumstance enough for losing one's job. Go see Dr. Blake." Phillip held a business card to Amanda. "Or go without any possibility of getting any assistance. Maybe start applying at fast food joints?"
Amanda graduated in computer science. She had far too many loans to accept such a low paying job. "Fine!" she yelled, snatching the card.
"You get one more check from us, and then it ends," said Phillip. "I suggest you go with whatever the doctor tells you, to pick up disability payments in the meantime. If you qualify, that is."
"I have no idea what I would be disabled for."

Three days later, Amanda found herself standing across from the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on. Maybe early thirties, well built, tall, with full, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She blushed as he introduced himself. "I'm Dr. David Blake. Pleased to meet you, Miss Adams. Amanda, is it? Welcome to my office. Please, sit."
"Pleased to meet you, too," Amanda said, briefly shaking his firm, strong hands.
As Amanda sat in the chair opposite the doctor, across from his desk, he spoke, "Considering my workload, I do not have a lot of time to spend with new, non-urgent care patients. My time is based on need, rather than just equal time for everyone. I reviewed your case, and discussed it with Mr. Hammond, your case worker. We work with them on many cases, not just yours."
"I see," said Amanda.
"Anyway, I am willing to write you up with an S.A. diagnosis. We can discuss whether you would like to try chemical treatments, such as we use to treat depression... or interactive therapy. Maybe both. But at this time, your case isn't that critical. I'll write up the diagnosis now, and you can set an appointment with my assistant for two weeks from now. Is that okay with you?"
Amanda was relieved the doctor was willing to write something up that would allow her to receive some income, but she was still foggy on things. "I'm sorry. An S.A. diagnosis?"
"Sexual addiction," the handsome doctor paused. "Combined with histrionic personality disorder. What we in the business term 'slut-like tendencies'. This creates a toxic environment for any workplace, of course. You can get disability payments, while you go through treatment. Once you finish, we can note it on your resume, and can help you with job placement. Your case isn't so unique, after all."
Amanda was having trouble breathing, flushed red with anger. "Did you just say I am a slut?"
"Slut-like tendencies only means that someone invests their need for validation, openly, and often. Most of them have, say, more than three partners a year, but they get off on the attention, more than the sex. It isn't necessarily nymphomania."
"You're saying because I have an active sex life, that I am a slut?"
"No, I did not say that. Although that is the very definition of the slang term, especially when it is involves multiple partners."
"So we're slut-shaming now?"
"Excuse me, Miss Adams!" barked Dr. Blake. "Let's go through the facts. You have had a sexual relationship with at least one man, in every job you have ever worked. Every time, it has led to trouble, and ultimately, termination of your employment. Would you say your actions were responsible for this, or not?"
Evander’s therapy sessions, after being treated for cancer in prison.
Based on posts by black wizvrd. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Checking Evander’s Glands
I woke up to my guard banging on my cell door with complete disregard to me sleeping.
"C’mon man; you know I don't care about that weak ass breakfast you're serving." I said in response.
Completely pissed off from the disruption of my sleep I turned over on my uncomfortable cot and tried to fall back asleep.
I had been spending the past 6 months in the Big Springs Federal prison infirmary, because I was in remission from lymphoma cancer and I was looking forward to going back to general population confinement. At least in general population I wasn't being woken up every 3 hours during the night to check my vitals, and asked if I’m getting any sleep?
I went ahead and got up to eat a pile of half-cooked, unsweetened oatmeal. I sat on the plastic chair and pulled the little roller cart up to me. The oatmeal was totally disgusting, but I had skipped breakfast the past few days and realized it's best I ate something.
Soon after I finished eating, a nurse wheeled a blood pressure machine into my cell.
"Hi; I’m Tawana. How you feeling this morning?" She said as she unraveled the blood pressure cuff to put on my arm.
"Ready to get the fuck out of here." I said sharply as I attempted to relax as the blood pressure cuff tightened.
"Don't worry. I'll be quick." The nurse told me after recording my blood pressure. "After I do a final physical, it'll be no longer than an hour and we will get you out of here." She said while removing the cuff from around my arm.
To my surprise I must've not heard her speaking to me because she repeated herself again. I was too busy looking at her ass once I got comfortable with how tight the inflatable cuff gripped my arm.
She was half decent in the face but she had an outstanding ass on her. I had seen her walking around the infirmary with the other nurses but this was our first interaction.
"Did you not hear me?" She said snapping me back to reality.
"What now?" I said as our eyes met.
"You'll need to lay on your cot." She said sounding somewhat impatient with me.
I got up and laid back on my cot as she approached my side. She gently felt for lymph gland swelling, around my neck and collarbone. "Look to the left." She said guiding my head in that direction as she continued pressing into my lower neck and collarbone in search of inflamed lymph nodes.
This was a routine I had become familiar with as I had been under their care for 6 months at that point. After being in county jail for 1 year and prison for 11 years, smoking jail house tobacco had caught up to me and I was being treated for cancer in prison.
Sucks to suck, but good thing it was only stage 1 lymphoma. Treatment for stage 1 cancer is relatively minuscule compared to stage 3 or 4, I imagine.
"Go on and pull your pants down for me." She said catching me off guard.
"My pants?" I questioned her. Although I was familiar with the process, I still hadn't quite wrapped my mind around how this was even a thing.
"Your boxers too." She said as she turned her back to me to put a pair of rubber gloves on.
Of course, as she turned away briefly I took my opportunity to get a good look at her African bubble ass. After all the time I've done, it's like I developed a radar for when women working at the prison bent over or turned around and I always made sure to get a good look of their ass. It didn't matter if it was flat or plump, confinement had turned me into an ultimate pervert.
She had a literal bubble butt. I could swear if I gripped it, it would pop.
After lifting my hips, I nudged my boxers down to my knees and I nestled back into my metal cot; my hands instinctively cupping my stiffening jewels. She turned back towards me and immediately began pressing her hands into the crevices of my crotch like clockwork.
I naturally resisted the pressure of her hand, pushing my hand off my crotch. I'm not sure why I had it covered up, it's just natural.
"You act like you have not done this before?" She said continuing. "Move your hand, this is a full physical of your pelvis." She said as I complied. “ Your neck area, and your crotch, are the two areas where lymphoma is our biggest concern. I have to confirm every gland is in the normal range.”
The experience began to make me horny as you can imagine. After getting a few looks of her ass in her scrubs, any man would be aroused. She was now bent over, and the vee neck of her scrubs was loose enough to show me lots of pendulous swaying tits.
I watched her hand hesitate and I looked up at her, sensing something wasn't right. I watched her eyes inspect me as she paused. I followed her eyes into my lap as a natural reflex and realized I was hard. Defined, veiny, rock hardness.
Getting it on with Gus.
By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
"Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place." Gus grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd and out of the door. I waved to Chloe on the way out and she shot me a wink. When we hit the night air, Gus turned back to me and brought me quickly into him, grabbing my face with his free hand and kissing me deeply. He stepped forward and pressed my back against the apartment wall forcefully. He moaned slightly into my mouth and squeezed me tighter up against him, while his tongue played with mine. As he pulled away, his teeth grazed my bottom limp and I became almost too weak to stand. He pulled my arm over his shoulder, wrapped his around my waist, and headed towards my apartment.
I leaned into him and soon his hand began to wander beneath the front of my dress. I cooed as his fingers found my nipple and he pinched it ever so slightly as we walked. I let out a too-loud moan and sank deeper into his side. "Umm, that feels so good," I mumbled to him as he began massaging my tit. "I'm so wet for you..." I admitted, looking up at him as we walked. He smiled and winked at me, and I brought my free arm across my body and grabbed his belt.
"You're so naughty!" he laughed, pinching my nipple again, which forced me to bury my face in his chest to suppress another moan. "I love touching you like this, and watching you squirm," he whispered into my ear, allowing me to relish in his warm breath on my ear and neck. I brought my hand down slightly and placed my fingers on either side of his obvious erection over his jeans, rubbing up and down along his shaft. He shuddered slightly and let out a soft groan. "Dammit, Jane. I need to get you home. Now."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him while he ran the remaining 500 yards to my apartment. He swung me in front of him when he reached my door to allow me to unlock the door. I began searching for my keys in my camera bag, trying to catch my breath from the run to my place, when I feel Gus slide in right behind me. He shifts my ponytail to the side, and brings his hands down to grab my hips, pulling them back towards the raging hard-on stuffed in his jeans. He starts kissing my neck, licking and sucking occasionally, letting one hand rise and slide beneath the front of my dress to massage my tit again. I stop looking and lean back into him. I inhale sharply when his rough thumb runs over my hard nipple while he thrusts his hips forward to push against me more. His kissing becomes sloppier on my neck and he steps me forward against the door, seemingly lost in the moment. I can feel my sex swelling and dripping, begging to be touched. As if he is reading my mind, he whispers "take off your panties," in between sucking on my neck.
I quickly shimmy out of my lacy underwear and use one leg to kick them up and grab them in my hand. Gus trails his hands down the front of my thighs. "I need to feel your wetness," he breathes in my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His left hand slides under my skirt, pulling it up and exposing my cunt to the chilly night air. He brings his fingers closer to my lips before stopping short, teasing me into releasing a begging moan. Finally, his fingers reach my lips and he slide one from the base of my slit slowly to the top, scooping up a finger full of my juices. "Umm" he hums into my ear, "you are soaking wet. That's so fucking sexy."
I let out a loud cry as he touches me again, finding my clit within seconds and flicking it back and forth a few times. He pulls his hand away and I whimper. "Open the door," he commands, and I manage to quickly find my keys and get the door unlocked, all with the feeling of his cock pressed against my ass. The minute the door closes, Gus grabs my face with one hand and my waist with the other, and kisses me with a fire. I slide my hands between us and undo this belt, open his pants, and begin trying to pull them off. He steps back to let them fall off, kicks off his shoes and grabs me again for another kiss. I bring his Henley up and over his head, while he leans over to accommodate my shortness. Our breathing is heavy, and when we reunite the feeling of his bare skin against me is maddening. I bring my hand down into his briefs and wrap my fingers around his engorged cock, and slowly start to bring my hand up and down. He is unbelievably thick for such a long cock, what I would guess to be about 7 or 8 inches. He moans into my mouth as I touch him, and grabs the fabric at the back of my neck, bringing it over my head and letting it fall, exposing my tits for the first time.
He pulls away from my grip and steps back. "You have something on your leg," he says, gesturing toward my right thigh. I notice a bead of my cunt juice running down my leg, and before I look up again, Gus gets down on his knees and grabs my ass in his hand, then slowly, he licks the spot, and continues licking up my thigh, following the line on the drop left behind. I moan gratefully. When he reaches my skirt, he pulls away and licks his lips, his eyes meeting mine. He winks at me and grabs the top of my skirt, bringing it down in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked. He stares at my bald cunt and his eyes focus on another drop of juice that is falling from my lips. He catches it on my leg with his tongue again, and this time continues licking until his tongue touches me outer lips.
He hesitates here for a moment, and I grab the back of his head with my hands. "Please," I whisper, and just like that, his tongue ventures deeper into the folds of my cunt. I hold onto his head for dear life, trying to maintain my balance as wave after wave of pleasure rock through me. I feel his tongue slide from the base of my slit up to my clit, where he flicks back and forth several times before diving back in. Then, his tongue stiffens, and I feel him probing it deeper inside of me. I sway as I approach an orgasm, and his hand on my ass stabilizes me. He brings his other hand up and slides first on, then two fingers deep inside of me, in place of his tongue. "Oh, God," I cry out, leaning farther forward to shift his fingers to the perfect spot, while his tongue come forward and he sucks my clit into his mouth. "Fuck! Yes!!" I respond, grinding my clit into his face. His brings his fingers in and out of me, finger-fucking me hard, and uses his lips to rub my clit, rolling it between them. With that, I fall over the edge. My body tenses, my vagina walls tighten around his fingers and I let out a deep scream as I cum hard his Gus's face. He pulls away in front of me just in time to catch me as I fall into him, having lost the use of my legs due to the intensity of the orgasm. We fall down onto the carpet just in front of the door, and he brings me into him, kissing my neck and chest, making his way to my tits while I try to catch my breath. "That was incredible," I manage to say through labored breath as his tongue flicks across my hard nipple.
"Umm," he moaned into my nipple, "you taste incredible. Everywhere." He starts licking down my body, heading towards my cunt once again.
"I think it's your turn Mr.," I say as I pull him back up to me and kiss him fiercely. I let me tongue explore his mouth, loving the taste of my juices in his mouth. As I pull away, I push against his chest to roll us over, putting me on top. I kiss his neck, licking and sucking as he had done to me. "Relax," I cooed to him as I made my way to his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple, then sucking it into my mouth. He gasped when I did, so I repeated the maneuver on his other nipple. I continued licking and kissing down his body until I reached his briefs.
"Before you do anything, you should know that I got tested three weeks ago, and I'm clean," Gus stopped me to say.
"When I found out Archie was cheating on me, I got tested right away. I thought I had only been with one man, but in reality, I had been with all of his fucking women, too. Luckily, I'm safe as well," I said as I pulled down his underwear and finally released his monster of a cock. I had never been with anyone except Archie, and not only did Gus eat me out better than he ever could, his cock was much more impressive. It shot up in the air when I released it, knocking me in the stomach and intimidating me with it's size. I leaned down and brought my tongue to it's base, the slowly slid it up to the tip, licking the drop of pre-cum from his head. "Yum," I said, licking my lips.
I brought my head back down and slowly slid his engorged mushroom head all the way into my mouth. I flicked my tongue in circles around the head for a few seconds, eliciting a grown from Gus. I used my hand to jack his cock up and down while I played with his head for a minute longer, before quickly dropping my head down and sinking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Gus inhaled quickly and thrust his cock up, trying to bury it deeper into my throat. He reached the back of my throat with enough room left for my hand to stay on the base. I brought my other hand to his balls, massaging them while my tongue lapped circles around his shaft, which was still buried inside my mouth. I began bobbing up and down, alternating with my hand bobbing, often stopping to lick the base of his head gently or to suck one of his balls into my mouth. As I blew him, I got more and more of his shaft into my throat, eventually nearly bottoming out.
After a few minutes, it was clear Gus was close. He was moaning frequently, and his thighs were tense and jumping. I brought as much of him into my mouth as I could, and sucked hard, then began slowly bobbing up until I reached his head. When I did, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head, then increased the pace of my bobbing. He quickly took the hint and began throat fucking me, pushing my head down hard and fast on his cock, thrusting into my face until he was deep in my throat, and pulling out again. "I'm going to fucking cum, Jane!" He cried, and thrust one more time. I pulled my head back so just his head was in my mouth, and I sucked down him cum as he squirted load after load into my mouth. I released his cock and swallowed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.
By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
"Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment.
"Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives." I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response.
"Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn't deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can't hide in this apartment forever," she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.
"Girl, cut it out!" Chloe yelled at me while she grabbed at my magazine. I resisted her, and we had a short tug of war with the pages before we both fell into the bathtub, laughing. "Look. Archie is going to be there tonight, but that's no reason for you not to go! Chester just met this guy, and he showed me some Instagram pictures. He is DELICIOUS. You have to come out with us, he is so excited to meet you! Plus, Rachel is expecting you to be there. It wouldn't be a party without good-old Jane!"
I had agreed to go to the party at Rachel's forever ago, but that was before. Before the only man I ever loved, had ever been with, fucked some woman in his marketing course. Several times. Enough times that I eventually caught them in the act. Archie said he was sick, so I brought over some chicken soup for him. His roommate let me in; in hindsight, I think he actually felt sorry for me and let me in so the deception would finally end. Anyway, I only needed to see Archie in his typical place on the bottom for about two seconds before it was over for me. The problem was that my whole life had included him. I'd known him all through elementary and Junior high, and we were high school sweethearts, now going to the same school. I think things had been over for a while, but I just don't know how to be single. I feel completely uncomfortable playing a role that isn't "long-term girlfriend". I know that sounds so stupid, and I never wanted to be that way, dependent on someone else. It was just so easy with Archie, we knew each other, and we didn't have to work at it. Maybe that was part of the problem.
Chloe has let me mope around for a while now, but I think she is finally getting tired of it. Her boyfriend, Chester, met some guy at the gym, and she has been wanting to set me up with him. Chester is incredible, he loves Chloe so much—the two of them actually make me sick they are so sweet together. But now, with this birthday party that my friend Rachel was hosting for her brother, Archie's old roommate, she was determined. "Show me his picture, then I will decide." I told Chloe indignantly. She pulled up his Instagram in a few seconds, and I have to admit I was impressed. He was damn fine, and it had been a while since I had gotten any. She saw the small smile on my face, and I knew I was doomed.
"I knew it! I knew you would be into him! Ha! You're coming, no excuses. Now let me do your hair, straight or curly?" She asked devilishly.
"Straight, so I can pull it up when that room gets too hot," I replied with a huff. I had a new determination—I was going to get laid tonight. Not like I had ever had a one-night stand before, but change is good, right? When Chloe finished my hair, I did something I am sure I will regret. "Chloe, just make me look hot, ok?" Her eyes lit up at that request; she had begged me to let her give me makeovers in the past, and I had outright refused, as I was never one who put a lot of effort into her appearance. Don't get me wrong, I take my health seriously, and swim nearly every morning, which has given me a toned body that works with my petite 5-foot frame. I had always been pretty lean, but since the ice cream portion of my diet has increased due to my breakup, my ass and tits have grown to a size that I am happy with. I had to go up a cup size to a C, and I had a nice little bubble ass. However, I generally left my wavy auburn hair alone, as it was long enough to be a pain to deal with in the morning. I rarely wore makeup because it all came off when I swam anyway, so it seemed like a waste.
But now, I wanted to make heads turn, and Chloe was the woman for the job. She had dark hair with straight across bangs and very pale skin, making her appear almost ghost-like, but she rocked the hello out of it, and was always dressed to the nines. She was the stylish one for sure, and had a flair for the dramatic. "You are going to look so sexy!" she yelped at me while she began applying eyeshadow for my smoky eye look. "Your green eyes are going to be popping out of your head!"
"Is that what the men want these days? Girls who have lost their eyes?" I joked back at her. She glared at me, stuff her tongue out, and then continued happily with her work.
"I think it is about time that you get some, girl. It's been too long, and you are always cranky!" She quipped back.
"Hey!" I cried, laughing, "I was in mourning!"
"You're 22, Jane, and he cheated on you, you aren't a widow! Now, you're almost done," Chloe declared as she left the room, only to quickly return with one of her many little black dresses. "Put this on," she said as she threw it at me, "and let's get going, Chester has been waiting to come over with Paul for like an hour."
"Fine," I cried back from the bathroom as I grabbed the dress from my head. I took a good look at it, and noticed that there was barely any fabric at all. I shook my head and slid it over my slender frame. The entire dress consisted of a tight skirt and a billowy halter top, with an open back and deep slit down the front. I slid off my bra and ran to my room to find some black heels to match. Before I finished lacing up one shoe, I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't surprised, we lived in apartment land in our University town, and pretty much everyone we knew lived within the maze of complexes. It made for short walks but an uninspiring view.
"You coming out anytime soon?" Chloe called to me just as I finished with the second shoe.
"One second!" I yelled back at her, as I did a quick once-over in the mirror, grabbed a hairband and snagged my camera bag from the door as I headed out to meet Paul.
"Damn, you look amazing! Do you really need your camera?" Chloe questioned. "You always are carrying that thing around!"
"Yes! You never know what I might capture at this party; maybe some good blackmail to get you to do your dishes," I replied with a wink. I turned to the tall, dark and handsome man in front of me. He was at least 6 feet tall and was clearly built with substantial muscle. His skin was a deep, dark brown color and he was wearing a fantastic sport coat. Overall, he was a giant hunk of man meat. "Hi, I'm Jane," I said to him, and reached my hand out to shake his.
"Hello Jane, I'm Paul," He replied in a deep, sexy voice. "You do look fantastic, but the camera bag is an odd touch." He said to me.
That may not have been the nicest thing to say, but he is gorgeous. This is going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I smiled at Paul. "It's my signature."
"Let's get our asses to the party, I want to g

Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 02 Feb 2025 22:42:00 +0000

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.
Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.
“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.
“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. "How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”
Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.”
I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.
“Okay,” I said, “What’s the idea then?”
“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.
“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this.
"Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we’re not going gay. And you’re the only male person here.”
I gave her a sharp look. “And you’re okay with this,” I asked her.
"Sure,” she said. “It’s just a game. And I am pretty sure you’ll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”
Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“
Marlene: "And since there’s one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.
Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife’s best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.
The ladies were seated on the floor. Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.
It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She’s not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow.
"Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”
“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You’re sure this is okay?”
“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”
“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.
“Unless it’s me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.
Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”
Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?
I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.
She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That’s six minutes!”
Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.
“Okay, time!”
I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but cover

Love the Motherland

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 01 Feb 2025 22:38:00 +0000

A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.
By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.
Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situations
Two hours before sunset Day 1.
Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company's position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year's Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.
Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.
"Hey, don't let your officers find you asleep." The man didn't move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man's shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.
Heinz didn't want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they'd died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.
The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment's position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.
She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs.
"Comrade," he called out softly in German.
The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment's hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders.
The woman looked at Heinz in confusion.
"I know you can't understand me," he continued in German, "but if I don't get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I'll take you back to me fire."
The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features.
She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn't worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer's trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands.
The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman's lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn't a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men's position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile.
"Halt," hissed a voice in the twilight.
"Gunner, I'm back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word," Heinz instructed the private on picket duty.
"What happened?" he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. "Who is with you?"
"The 3rd Battalion is gone," Heinz whispered back. "She's the only one I could find."
"They left us? The bastards," Gunner growled.
"No, they are all dead. I didn't find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here," the Sergeant said.
Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn't been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn't bother radioing Battalion until he'd made his move because he knew what their demands would be.
He rolled in his pickets and began his retreat, Fuhrer Orders be damned. The Great Leader ordered that every German stand fast to the last bullet. That was Berlin; in Russia Sgt. Klausenbach had decided to make sure as many of his men as possible lived to see Germany once again. If he followed his conscience they might shoot him. If he stayed, the Russians would definitely kill all of them.
"Sir, what do we do with the girl?" one of his corporals asked. Heinz looked her over.
Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously.
By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal.

“Mike,” She whispered

“Yes?”

“Will you suck on my tits?”

“You sure,” I asked.

In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off.
She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick.

"Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone.

"Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!”
We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It’s obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on.

She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming.

“oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds.

She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you’re squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.”

She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You’re going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent.

We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon.

"That felt so nice. I haven’t been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck.

"I’m glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going.

"You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She said quietly.

"No. It’s going to be hard enough to explain being naked with you earlier.”

“I know,” she said. We can’t keep it a secret, you know the guys will tell everyone when we get back. I think we better say you had on underwear. Nancy won’t like it, but she can accept that,” She said obviously having thought this through already.

"Ok. What about this,” I asked

"She can’t know about it. Once we’re back, this never happened and never will again.”

“Agreed,” I said.

"Good. Now let’s just enjoy the closeness we’ve discovered and get some sleep. We have a long hike tomorrow yet.”

“Yes ma’am,” I joked, holding her close. We fell asleep like that, her head snuggled to my neck and one leg draped across my body.

Morning broke clear and sunny. The morning sun had cleared the trees before either of us got up and moving. I could hear the guys hard at it, with a fire crackling and snapping.

"I think we need to get up,” I whispered.

"Feels like you’re already up,” She whispered as she grabbed my morning hardon.

"Nothing unusual,” I confessed.

"You always have one of these in the morning,” She asked as she pulled herself on top of me, her legs spread on either side of mine. "I could get used to that,” She said as she pushed her body against my dick, sliding it inside her hot pussy. "Oh Yess,” She hissed quietly. "I definitely could,” she said as she began to rock her hips against me. "Oh damn,” she said a few minutes later, as my dick neared explosion inside her. “You get so big!”

“Hope you’re ready,” I whispered, trying to hold back.

"Don’t hold back. I want to feel it,” She panted

"Okay,” I said, quietly letting the feelings take over. It was only a minute more and my body stiffened and began pumping cum into her pussy, my hips pushing up into her with each pulse of my dick. To my surprise her body started shaking and trembling as she started to cum around me, her pussy squeezing my pulsing dick.

"God I missed that,” She whispered after we could both breathe normally again. She unzipped the bag and rolled off of me, our juices drooling out of her. She looked around for her underwear and found it, using it to wipe the cum off my sleeping bag and off her pussy. She rolled onto her own bag and the two of us set to work getting dressed. We crawled out of the tent together and walked over to the guys for some breakfast. After eating I headed to the woods for a bathroom break. I needed a good constitutional. I looked around for a good log to sit on, and was busy with my pants around my ankles when Amy walked up.

"Hope you don’t mind company,” She said as she started pulling her snow pants down. She had her pants down to her ankles, and was butt naked. I watched as she crouched down and peed, using some TP she brought to wipe herself. She stood up and faced me. Giving me the first really good look at her pussy I had. "Do you like how it looks?”

“Very much,” I said.

"Good,” She said as she turned around and bent over to pull her pants up, giving me a long slow look at her exposed pussy before pulling them up. "I’m glad you like how it looks. I’m not used to anyone looking at my body but me.”

“It’s a very nice looking body. I wouldn’t mind giving that pussy a good licking!”

“Oh? She said looking around. What about my breasts,” she asked as she pulled her coat apart and pulled up her shirt to show me her tits in the sunshine.

"Yep. I could suck on those beauties all day,” I said as I stood up. She turned around while I wiped and turned back when I was done, stepping over to me as I was pulling my pants up.

"I think you have a good-looking dick too,” She whispered as she moved close and squeezed my cock before kissing me on the cheek.

"I wonder what the guys are going to think,” I said as we walked back toward camp.

"That I accidently went the wrong way,” She said simply as we waded through the snow.

It was a long day, but we made our ten miles before dark. The team was thinking about winter survival, but Amy was inwardly obsessed with her sexuality, waking from a 5-year hibernation. She was alive! The team could see her zest and joyfulness, but they probably attributed it to her gratitude; surviving a near-death crisis.

We set camp and got dinner going. We all sat around and talked about aspects of winter camping, including hygiene. I told them that normally I would take a hot water shower about once every few days, and a sponge bath every other day. I explained that you could do sponge bath with only two liters of water and a camp towel. We heated water and let each of the guys get a chance to clean up one at a time in their tents. I went next and then let Amy go last, just before going to bed. After all the guys were bedded down, I looked at the sky and saw the heavy clouds rolling in before I crawled into my tent, finding Amy laying in her bag, all zipped up. A warm-up is on the way, along with some fresh snow I whispered as I started pulling off my clothes. When I was completely naked, and before I could pull my sleeping stuff on, Amy unzipped and tossed opened her bag, revealing that she was completely naked.

"I have a question,” She whispered.

"What’s that?”

“Did you really want to lick my pussy?”

“Hell yes! Why?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I haven’t tried oral sex since I was a teenager,” She said hesitantly. "But I think I want to with you.”

“I see,” I said quietly. I moved over to her and pushed her back down to her back, and then crawled over the top of her, my knees straddling her head and my hard dick poking down at her face and my hands along side her hips.

"Do whatever you think would feel good for me. Just don’t bite,” I whispered before lowering my head to her pussie. I gently kissed around her pussy lips and then licked between them ever so slowly while she kissed the head of my dick and tentatively licked me. She spread her knees to invite me to explore deeper. I licked down her pussy and then pushed my tongue into her as far as I could go before pulling it out and working my tongue back up to her clit, while she wrapped her lips around my dick.

I flicked my tongue across her clit, making her buck her hips up at me and moan around my dick. She was sopping wet, obviously thinking about this for a good part of the afternoon. I worked my tongue down again and pressed it into her as far as I could before moving back up to concentrate on her clit once again.

She made no pretense of even trying to focus on my dick any longer, and just sucked it in her mouth, as she bucked her hips at my face, moaning around my dick. She was experiencing a sexual awakening from a 5-year slumber, and it overwhelmed her consciousness.

As sensitive as her clit was, I had her squirming around in no time, finally making her climax while I licked and sucked her pussie. I held her climax as long as I could before she clamped her legs around my head to stop my actions. I lifted my head out of her crotch and rolled over onto my own sleeping bag. I worked around so I was laying on my back and Amy crawled over me, making another attempt at my dick.

"Just do what you think would make me feel good,” I whispered. She nodded as she enveloped my dick with her mouth slowly working up and down my shaft as far as she could. She was very tentative at first, not sure if she would like it. Her motions became more animated as she got into it, slurping the head and stroking my dick up and down with her hand. She sucked and licked and swirled her tongue around my head, slowly working her body around until her pussie was over my face. She was obviously turned on again from experiencing my dick as she lowered her pussy to my face, which I eagerly licked and sucked. My whole dick twitched repeatedly as she moaned around it.

"I’m going to cum,” I grunted in warning. Instead of pulling off like I expected her to, she sucked even harder, gagging slightly on the first blast of cum. As my second shot pulsed into her mouth she pushed her pussie down on my face and started humping against my chin. I felt her body tense up and a trickle of her own juices run down my chin as my fourth and fifth spurts of cum emptied into her mouth. I could feel some of my cum dripping out of her now open mouth as she gasped for breath, trying to deal with her own orgasm.

We stayed coupled in that 69 position for several minutes before she rolled off, her body still heaving for breath. She spun around on her ass and laid next to me.

"That was more fun than I expected,” She said quietly

"You learned quickly.”

“Thank you,” She said as she cuddled with her head on my chest. I zippered us into my bag and we drifted off to sleep, both of us content for the moment.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go pee. Sex has that effect. Amy woke as I was trying to extract myself from her and my sleeping bag.

"Where are you going,” she asked sleepily.

"Gotta go pee.”

“Oh,” she said “That sounds like a good idea.”

Normally I would just pull on my boots and sprint out to a tree, being already dressed in thermal long johns. But tonight I was naked.

“What are you doing,” she asked as I looked around for clothes in the darkness of the tent.

"Trying to find something to put on.”

“So why don’t we just go naked” she asked.

“First off, its cold, second the guys might see us.”

“First off, so what? We’ve both been through cold and survived. Second off, they’re asleep and it’s dark out. Third I think you’re chicken.”

“Not at all,” I said as I pulled on wool socks. "If you want to do this then get your naked ass up too.”

“Fine I will,” She said as she pulled her boots on her bare feet. I unzippered the tent and scooted out into a winter wonderland. The night was warmer than last night, and it must have been in the high twenties, with no wind. Large fluffy flakes of snow were falling gently in a blanket that was already several inches thicker than when we went to bed. Amy slid out of the tent after me, quickly catching up and taking my hand.

"This is fun,” She whispered

"It’s cold,” I whispered back as we walked off into the woods a ways from the camp. I found a good place to stop behind a pine, and let fly.

"I can warm you up,” She said stepping behind me and taking hold of my flowing dick in one hand while cupping my balls with the other. I’m used to peeing in the woods, but I had to admit that having her hold onto my fire hose and directing it’s aim, was going to give me a hardon pretty quick. It was a good thing I was already going, or I my prostate never would have allowed my plumbing to get started. As soon as I was done, she started stroking me, and kept it up, her body pressed against mine from behind until I was very hard.

"My turn,” She said as she let go and stepped around me. She squatted leaning back against a tree and let go herself, watering the ground close to where I was.

"That feels better,” She said as she stood up. "Come on,” She said walking toward a larger pine that had fallen over. She stepped up onto the trunk, which lifted her body nearly a foot, bringing her tits to my face level. "Now how about sucking these tits,” she asked as the snow fell around us. It was chilly, but hormones can have a serious warming effect. I stepped up to her and went to work sucking and licking her erect nipples. there we were, buck naked except for boots, and pleasuring each other as the snow fell on us in the woods.

"Oh god yes,” She said loudly. "This feels so damn good!”

“Shush” I pleaded

“They won’t hear anything,” she said as she pulled my face back to her chest. "Besides, I want you to ravage me in the snow,” In response I moved my hand to her pussy as she spread her legs to give me better access. I stroked her clit and slid a finger deep into her wet pussy as my other hand cupped her ass. "oh yes,” she said throwing her head back. "god I am so turned on.”

“In that case,” I said stepping back and pulling her down off the log. I turned her around and she bent over and leaned her hands on the log, spreading her ass & legs. I moved my dick to her pussy and pushed easily into her.

"Uh” she grunted loudly as I stroked into her, pinching her nipples for a moment. The woods listened to us both grunting and our skin slapping, the snow dampening the sounds around us. She cried out once as her body stiffened and trembled as her orgasm washed over her body. I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around my dick, wanting to squeeze the juices from it, which it gladly gave up as my own body drove deep into her and began unleashing its flow of creamy juice.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and leaned back as I pressed my rod deep into her. Time after time my dick pulsed, putting another squirt of cum deep into her pussy before I finally slowed to a drool. She stood up as straight as she could without me falling out of her, reached her arm over her head, and pulled my head down over her shoulder to her own turned head, so she could kiss my cheek as I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ‘goose-pimpled’ breasts.

“God I’m going to miss this,” She said quietly.

"How so?”

“I eventually got used to not ever having sex. It wasn’t abrupt. It just got less & less frequent, then it ended altogether. Now, after this amazing experience, it will be harder to shut it down”

“Just out of curiosity, what did you do?”

“Oh I have a nice box of toys & favorite videos.”

“I’d like to see that some time,” I said as my softening dick slipped from her pussy. "But for now I think we better get back into the tent before we freeze.

"Ok,” She said, turning and walking up the hill holding my hand. We slipped into our tent and snuggled down into my bag and zipped us into our cocoon.

"Last day tomorrow,” She said quietly.

"I know.”

“Are you going to miss it,” she asked.

"You mean having sex with you,”

"uh huh.”

“Yes, but it wouldn’t be fair to Nancy to keep doing it,” I said.

"No,” she agreed, as she pushed her face tighter into my neck. I felt a tear drop to my shoulder and run down as she cried silently. I held her close until her breathing slowed and she was asleep.

Morning broke gray and dreary. I could hear the sound of the guys moving around, and unzipped my bag and slid out, leaving Amy under the covers. It only took me a minute to pull my clothes on and slide out of the tent. We had gotten another foot of heavy snow overnight and it was still coming down. It was going to be a tough 8 miles back to the trail head today. I spent the next hour working with the guys on the fire and getting water and such ready for the day’s trip.

Amy crawled out of the tent just as breakfast was getting done. Last day and the supplies were getting down to the end. All we had was oatmeal and hot cocoa. Filling, but not eggs and such. It took another half hour to pack up the tents and get headed down the trail.

The eight mile hike should have taken us about 3 hours in dry conditions, in the two foot deep snow it took us a full eight exhausting hours.

"We’re back,” The guys shouted as they made the last sprint to the vehicles.

"Thank god,” Amy said, clearly exhausted from trudging through the snow.

"I vote for a hotel and a shower,” I said loudly as I unlocked the truck. Our plan was to camp out near the vehicles and leave in the morning.

"Sounds like a good idea to me,” One of the guys echoed. We loaded all our gear and headed into town for a hotel and got three rooms. The guys shared two rooms, each, and Amy and I shared the third. The guys figured that we shared a tent all week there was no point in spending extra money for another room, besides there were two beds in a room anyway. We agreed reluctantly, on the outside anyway. We all agreed to go eat in an hour, giving everyone a chance to shower and change. Amy was stripping off clothes almost before I had the door closed.

"Come on. I want to shower with you,” She said with a giggle as she tossed her clothes over her shoulder as she stripped. As soon as she was naked she came over and helped strip me and then practically drug me off to the shower.

"Hmm” she hummed as the hot water cascaded over us. “This is so much better than ice water.”

“I agree with that,” I said as I began soaping her body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy.

"I’m really horny. Will you fuck me right here.”

"In the shower?”

“uh huh. After today I don’t get to do this ever again, so I want to try everything that I can.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said as I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up. It too

Winter Survival Skills: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 30 Jan 2025 20:21:00 +0000

Winter survival training becomes the real thing.

By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends.

Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy’s husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn’t had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.
Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions.

Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip.

The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn’t worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn’t need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off.

Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn’t melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two’s, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it’s a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation.

“Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision.

“Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested.

“You’re kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.”

“We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested.

"Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied.

"Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested.

Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn’t want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen.

“Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We’re adults and I’m sure we can respect each other’s privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement.

With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you’re sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn’ leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night.

Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn’t stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn’t make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn’t hard before, it felt like a steel rod now.

Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife’s double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj’s, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj’s onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later.

Morning came gray and overcast. I didn’t need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy’s eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental.

Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt.

With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn’t awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees.

Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn’t have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy.

It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week’s wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever!

Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,”

I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn’t about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this.

I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left.

As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through.

The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream.

The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy’s sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn’t have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy’s pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her.

“Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering.

"Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow.

"Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming’ about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority.

This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy’s clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn’t help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat.

I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order,

· get the tents up,

· get the fire going,

· dry what you can over the fire,

· be careful not to burn things,

· make hot broth,

· there’s emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally,

· if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and

· use my GPS to tell them where we are.

The emergen

Hot Chocolate With Cream

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 29 Jan 2025 21:34:00 +0000

Hot female boss gives man the "okay' to fulfill his desires.

by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.

He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully.

"The same?" he asked.

"Yea," Evan nodded.

Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter.

Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible "do not touch" aura about her. He needed the job so he didn't touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat.

"Ready for another one?" he asked.

"Not yet," Evan began. "Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?"

The bartender chuckled, "I don't know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you'll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I'm working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it's all a trap."

"I guess," Evan sighed.

"So who is she?"

"My boss," Evan moaned.

"Damn son, you know how to pick them," Rocky exclaimed.

"Yea, like I had a choice. I don't know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by."

"Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job."

"If I tell her how I feel, I'll have to get another job," Evan said. "I'll take that beer now."

Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one.

"You want to start a tab?" Rocky asked.

"No," Evan replied.

"Ok, but it could be a long night," Rocky said. "It doesn't look like the rain isn't letting up any."

"I want to be sober when I leave," Evan replied.

After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn't stopped, but Evan didn't care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss's car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window.

"My car won't start," his boss said.

I don't have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. "Did you call the tow truck?" he asked.

"Yes, but they won't get here for a couple of hours," she replied.

"My place is just up the road. Why don't you get in and we can wait there."

Half expecting her to say she'd rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left.

"I'm so glad you stopped," she said wiping her brow.

"No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway."

"You're always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna," she replied.

"Okay, Jenna. Then we're off to my place." He couldn't believe she said that.

Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door.

"Oh you have a balcony," Jenna said. "You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room."

He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her.

"Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?" he asked.

"Wine would be fine," she said as she sat on the sofa.

Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn't ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa.

"So what were you doing out so late?" he asked.

"Working as usual," she replied. "It seems that's all I do."

"I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you," he prodded.

"I wish," she replied then turned to him. "Do you have someone?"

"Nope! I guess I haven't found the right one," he lied.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly.

"I've seen you looking at me," she said. "Do you think that I might be the right one?"

Evan's heart sank. Busted!

"You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?"

"And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that," she replied.

The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself.

"But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn't work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job."

Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass.

"What if I told you; that you wouldn't lose your job, no matter what happened?"

"Oh shit," he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult.

Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, "Have you thought about being with me?" Jenna asked.

Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; "Well, um yes. Yes, I have."

Jenna smiled, "That's good to know, because I've thought about doing it with you about a hundred times."

Evan's cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt.

"Glad we agree on that," Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. "So where does that put us now?"

"Well," Jenna began. "Don't you think we probably should do something about it?"

Evan's cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. "Yes!", he exclaimed.

He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress.

As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties.

"Hot chocolate with whipped cream," he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress.

"I'm glad that you like it," she whispered, coming towards him.

He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them.

"Not shaved?" he said smiling.

"I like it natural," she said.

"Me too," he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers.

" Umm ," she cooed. "Let me stroke you more." Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the pre-cum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. "Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted"

She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The pre-cum dripping over her belly.

Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs.

"I need it in me," she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement.

Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion.

"You need to finish this," she cooed. "I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum."

Wild with passion, Evan knelt on the bed and spread her legs with his own.

"If you want it deep," he said in a raspy voice. "Then roll over."

She smiled up at him, "Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that."

Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds.

"Yes!" Jenna cried. "Deeper! Go Deeper!"

Evan didn't hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna's pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more.

"Keep going," she cried. "I'm almost there. Keep fucking me."

Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out.

"I'm cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!" she commanded.

Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold.

"You got it all baby," he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her.

Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna's phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back.

"It must be about my car," she murmured.

Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, "Timing is everything."

She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him.

"Was it the tow truck?" he asked.

"Yes. They're going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat."

"You left your keys in the car" Evan asked.

"Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?" She asked.

He chuckled to himself, "You had this all planned."

She leaned over and kissed him, "I'm not the boss for nothing."

The next day at work, Evan waited impatiently for Jenna to arrive. His office was near a window and he could see when her car pulled into the parking lot. A car did pull into her spot and Evan knew it was a rental, because her own car was in the garage. He watched her get out of the car and head towards the office building. Now came the awkward part. How would they act? How would she treat him? She said she wouldn't fire him, but what if she had a change of heart and kicked him to the curb? He wouldn't know until he saw her walk through the door and past the glass windows of his office.

He took a gulp of his coffee and nearly choked on it with anticipation. His nerves were on high alert and his heart thumped in his chest as the main door opened and Jenna walked in with an air of business and sensuality at the same time. She wore a black fitted suit and black heels. Her hair was perfectly combed and draped over her shoulders. Her smile was so inviting that it made him want jump out of his chair and rush to her, but he didn't because it would ruin everything.

She nodded to him and he could feel his cock jump in his pants and when she walked by, her cadence made him groan as he adjusted his chair position to accommodate his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants.

"Hot. Hot.....Hot. Hot chocolot," he murmured as his voice mimicked the sound of her footsteps, "with whipped cream and other delights."

And as if she heard him, she turned, flipped her hair away from her face, pursed her lips and gave him an air kiss.

Nope. I don't think I'm getting fired.

She walked by and into the main office closing the door behind her. Another day had started and it was going to be a long one. Evan drained his coffee and sat back in his chair. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. How was he was supposed to work when all he could think of was grabbing her, clearing off her desk, and throwing her on it to fuck her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yep, it was going to be a long day.

In fact, it was an arduous day. There were meetings and Evan had to sit there and watch Jenna as she conducted outlines and pointed out the objectives for the next month and what it would take to meet financial goals. Yes, he sat there and what she said went into one ear and out the other all the while he was undressing her in his mind. Shit! He had a hard on again and he shifted to relieve the pressure.

At lunch, he wanted to ask her to eat with him, but decided against it. Everyone would see and either think that he was sucking up to her for a raise or they were romantically involved. It would be awkward and uncomfortable so he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria downstairs and sat down with a couple of buddies from the offices next to him. That's when Jenna walked in and stood in line at the counter and ordered her lunch.

"Damn! That woman looks fine," said Chuck, the office accountant.

Evan tried not to notice.

"Yea, I thought of doing her myself, but she might have someone," said Dave from Receiving.

Evan had the sudden desire to punch his friend in the face.

"I bet she's good in bed," said Chuck, "You can't look that good and not know how to fuck."

Evan shoved the rest of his roast beef sandwich into his mouth.

"You're not saying much," said Dave, "You can't tell me you never thought of doing her."

Evan's ego wanted to tell them all about their encounter, but if they knew and Jenna found out, he could see himself being kicked in the ass with a pointed black high heel right out the door. He couldn't risk it.

"She's all right," he managed to say.

"She's more than all right. You know, I might give it a shot anyway and ask her out," said Dave.

Evan could feel his temperature rise and his face grow red.

"I wouldn't do that. Could cost you," he began, "Jobs are hard to find for a one night stand."

Dave backed off, "You're probably right. I can't take the chance."

"Ok, I got to get back to work. Got to make some phone calls," Evan said as he finished his sandwich.

"What's the hurry?" Chuck grinned, "Talking about the boss got you excited?

"I got better things to do than ogle the boss," Evan mumbled.

"I think you got a thing for her," Dave said.

"No! I just want to keep my job. That's all," Evan quipped.

"We all want to bang her and we all know she's the boss."

"Just remember that," Evan said as he rose from his chair, "I gotta go."

Evan could feel himself getting angrier. He stormed out the cafeteria and headed back to his office. This was ridiculous. He had no right to feel possessive. Jenna could do what she wanted. He had no hold on her. He entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had to stop obsessing over her. He sat down in his chair and threw open a folder on his desk. Work. That's what he needed to do. Work!

The afternoon was cruelling, but he forced himself to focus on his work and by the end of the afternoon he had calmed enough so that he didn't get an erection every time he thought of her. Then the door opened.

"Hi baby," Jenna cooed, "Your place at seven?"

"Sure," he said and he knew he was screwed.

"I'm looking forward to it," she said and closed his door.

The erection came back and he gave up, closed the folder on his desk, went home, and waited. Jenna arrived at 7pm exactly and he immediately answered the door when the doorbell rang to see her standing there.

Jenna kissed him lightly on the lips, "I've missed you."

In response, Evan wrapped his arm around Jenna's waist and pulled him to her, "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

She could feel his engorged cock pressing against her abdomen.

"I believe I can," she giggled.

"So let's end our misery and do something about it," he whispered hoarsely.

"And what do you have in mind," Jenna whispered back.

"Let me show you," he said as he removed Jenna's coat and led her by the hand to the sofa.

Jenna sat down on the sofa and leaned back. She wore a pair of form fitting jeans and a white buttoned down shirt with the first two buttons undone which was just enough to show her cleavage and a glimpse of a pink lace bra. Evan held her face with his hands and kissed her. Their tongues darting in each other's mouth engaging in an erotic dance fueling their desire then he slipped past her tongue and shoved his tongue down her throat.

Jenna pushed him back, "I can't believe this."

"Why? Because you like it so much?" Evan smiled.

"No," sh

Getting Lucky At A Trump Convention

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 28 Jan 2025 20:19:00 +0000

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business.
By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others.

One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me.

Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118 lb. weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me.

A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?"

"I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump."

Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes.

"What are you here for? At the Motivational Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings.

"Mostly just hanging out," she told me.

I thought it seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out."

Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage.

We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact.

"What do you do?" I asked.

She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered.

"Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her.

She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?"

"Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying.

She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely.

As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age.

Before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact.

I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share.

I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers.

"Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me.

The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze.

"This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good.

I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap.

The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one.

My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was.

"He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me.

"Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her.

"I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee.

I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!"

She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. You know, some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success.

She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out.

At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, led by the show workers on stage, a bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys.

Donald Trump came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did.

Unlike the other speakers who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction.

Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out.

Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt.

Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat.

"It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage."

She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?"

I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag.

"Absolutely," I told her.

The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away.

Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front.

My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?"

"Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze.

I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot.

Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist.

"You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze.

I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen.

I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me."

She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness.

I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine.

My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large ‘pipe & drape’ curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row.

I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the pipe& drape partitions, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, I looked the space over. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the pipe & drape’ was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us.

My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space.

She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair.

I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?"

"Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me.

I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings.

Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her.

The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled.

I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me.

I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening!

She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely.

I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on.

I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face