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Cabin Cousins: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 16 Oct 2025 16:18:00 -0500

Cabin Cousins: Part 3

The love between Charles and Melissa grows.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

Chapter Eleven

I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel excitedly asked, "Hello?".

"Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with an equal amount of excitement.

"I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.

"I miss you too."

Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour, before we were both running out of things to say.

"When can we see each other again?" She asked the question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."

"I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends off in a row."

"Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."

"What about the weekend after that? I could probably get it off." I asked hopefully.

"Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is Halloween! We could go to a party?"

"That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.

"Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around to overhear us."

We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.

"I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of keeping our relationship a secret.

"I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."

"Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"

"I'll be here," I said, already excited at the prospect of talking with her again.

"I love you, Charles."

Those simple words made my heart flutter.

"I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.

I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I would do alone in her apartment.

When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it just to make sure she could talk to me.

We talked every night for the next week and a half and made our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley, was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take care of getting our costumes together.

I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)

"You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing. "But I got you, bro."

The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell her, and taste her on my lips.

The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store she worked at anyway.

My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.

I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.

On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of those too. Sales strategy: successful.

I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.

So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number ten.

Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.

Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling deeply.

"You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.

She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.

She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.

She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the door. "It's cold out here, come inside."

"I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back to my truck.

"Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it didn't latch.

I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment. In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.

The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean, and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds, but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.

I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly tossing my work clothes on the floor.

Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses.

When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm, eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia.

She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me, desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure.

I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes accordingly.

We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body continuing to twitch periodically.

I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down from her explosive orgasm.

I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her pleasure was my pleasure.

Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out. "Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head urgently. "Come here."

As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet face and smeared it on my cock.

The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts.

We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun.

With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like 'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both exclaimed in exultant joy at the release.

I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity.

Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but I said them anyway.

"I love you, Melissa," I whispered.

"I love you, Charles." She whispered back.

We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft, and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with contentment.

"Melissa?"

"Hmm?" She responded.

"When I got here, what did you mean when you said that I was real?"

"It was because of a dream I had last night." She said, somewhat sheepishly.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't actually exist."

"I'm here," I said. "All of this really happened."

"I know." She moved my hand that was around her chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just stuck with me all day, you know?"

"Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a pang of sympathy.

She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except you."

I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to her chest.

She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time growing up that I can remember being truly happy."

"What about your parents?" I asked cautiously, still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an uncomfortable subject.

"I don't want to think about them right now."

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I might have upset her.

She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my arms tight around her. "Not right now."

I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness, and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand. I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair.

We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow steady breath until it lulled me to sleep.

Chapter Twelve.

I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a note on the pillow next to me.

It read:

"I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run, be back soon. Love, Melissa."

I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just have to make up for it later.

I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard a key turn the lock on the front door.

Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I approached.

She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

"Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her another quick kiss.

Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought looked very sexy on her athletic figure.

"I need a shower." She said.

Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her neck.

She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said. "Uh, gross."

With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin of her neck again. "I love the way you taste."

She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her insecurities.

"Come shower with me," She said softly.

I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear, sending them to my ankles.

She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her face, kissing her sweetly.

She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave you?"

I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth from when I had shaved the previous morning.

With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her face, I was open to the idea.

"Okay," I replied.

Her

Cabin Cousins: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 15 Oct 2025 16:16:00 -0500

Cabin Cousins: Part 2

A Quest for family acceptance.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

Chapter Six.

Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and supplies back into the cabin.

"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My mom asked.

"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a little kid that adults needed to look after.

"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."

"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of time. Sorry." Said Melissa.

Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete, account of what happened.

"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats, potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."

Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.

We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves. My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently, because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.

"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."

"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe." I said.

"There's no way I could make anything taste this good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.

"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith in you."

She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.

"Thank you. That really means a lot."

"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward to open the screen door for her.

Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship, by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of watching the flames.

We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.

Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.

I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a very different reason, earlier today.

My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the need, burning hot.

Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.

She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was genuinely tired. I was too.

"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.

"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at her. "But the day's not over yet."

She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to behave, but I don't want you to."

After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence, watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or crackle from the dying fire.

Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and sending shivers up my spine.

I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.

I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.

Chapter Seven.

She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause your body to lose a lot of heat.”

I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling with the laces to my boots.

She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her panties on top of her bra.

I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off, taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical, efficiency is key.

Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.

As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass, and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly against her belly.

She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze. We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.

She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered into my ear. "I need you inside of me."

“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear Melissa.”

“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.

It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an anxious expression on her angelic face.

"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.

"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.

"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore." She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously expecting me to be upset or disappointed.

I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her. Well, problem solved.

"You're not disappointed?" She asked.

I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful issues."

Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I slid deep within her silky wetness.

Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get just a little bit deeper.

Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.

We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as long as it took, to completely satisfy her.

She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire, matching my own need for her.

Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.

We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by her juices.

I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each other finally, and completely set loose.

I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time, holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly emptying my balls inside of her.

As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh, and her mouth fell to mine.

We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our mutual orgasm.

I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another person was exceedingly more profound.

I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the sum of their individuality.

We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and she groaned, her body relaxing further.

After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her. I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that connection, forever.

Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal. We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you." She whispered back.

We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s cheeks.

"I saw it in your eyes." I said.

"When did you first see it?"

"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm pretty sure I saw it before that."

She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"

"Know what?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You never knew?"

I didn't know what to say.

She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin next door to the one my family took me to."

I snorted a laugh.

"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our relationship."

I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized, but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about you like that."

"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of kissing a boy was gross."

I laughed with her, and kissed her.

She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."

In response, I kissed her deeply.

When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy germs."

Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Eight.

I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly beautiful.

I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.

I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack, to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed, and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting to wake her.

"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper, barely louder than her light breathing.

My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.

I explored the complex curves where her legs came together, and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side, back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.

I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.

I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.

My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they were perfect.

My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible, soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.

I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.

I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the same.

Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.

I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.

Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore you now."

She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing fully.

She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her fingertips down to my hands like I had

Cabin Cousins: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 14 Oct 2025 16:14:00 -0500

Cabin Cousins: Part 1

Cousins reunion: a childhood friendship becomes love.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

Chapter One.

It was one of those glorious mid-October days in Minnesota, where morning frost gives way to clear blue skies and temperatures warm enough for wearing tee shirts.

My name is Charles, by the way, nice to meet you. Please don't call me Charlie, or Chuck or Chucky, I hate that. I work at a big box home improvement store near my home on the west side of the Twin Cities. I'm eighteen, and have spent most of the summer since graduating, being overworked and underpaid. I took Saturday, Sunday, and half of Friday off so that I could drive up and spend the weekend 'up north' at the family cabin, near Pelican Lake.

Built by my great grandfather, Olaf Larson, in the early 1900's, the cabin was a place that anyone in my (quite large) extended family was free to use. The cabin itself is rather small, just a single room, adorned with a century's worth of hunting trophies and antique nick knacks. There were spaces in the woods around the cabin yard where people would park their RV's, and some nice grassy clearings for setting up tents. There was someone there on most weekends between spring and fall, and sometimes it was a pretty full house, with ten or twenty people showing up for a relaxing weekend of doing nothing. This, likely the last weekend of decent weather for the next six months or so, was going to be a busy one.

I was halfway through the three hour drive, when my mom called me on my cell phone to make sure I was on my way, and if I had remembered my tent. Yes, I had remembered my tent, and yes, I remembered my sleeping bag and an extra blanket because it was going to get cold at night. Thanks, mom. Then she listed off who was there, and who else was on their way. Aunts and uncles, older brothers and sisters, relatives of every age and variety.

My heart skipped a beat though, when she added as an afterthought that my cousin Melissa Olson, was there. Actually, she was my second cousin, but more importantly, she was my friend. Growing up, my weekends were occupied by exploring the woods around the cabin, fishing and swimming in the lake, or just hanging out around the fire pit chatting and telling stories. Many of those weekends, Melissa was right there at my side. I had more in common with her than with any of the male relatives close to my age, in terms of interests and personality, so often it was just the two of us.

About three years back, there was some kind of family drama that I really didn't pay attention to, but as a result, the whole branch of the family that Melissa belonged to stopped showing up to family gatherings. I was fifteen at the time, and though I was really sad that I didn't get to see Melissa anymore, I was, you know, fifteen. At that age, there is so much going on in your life that, as sad as a change may be, something else always fills the gap.

Once off the phone with my mom, all I could think about was Melissa. Memories of our adventures effervesced in my mind. I thought of the last time I saw her, how she smiled and said "See you next time!" with a quick hug. Through the years growing up, I never really put much thought into her appearance, but remembering that last goodbye, it dawned on me that she had always been quite pretty. At fifteen, she was only a little shorter than my own average height, and had a slim athletic build. She was always big into track and field sports at her school. What I remember most about her was her smile, carefree and easily expressed, and her eyes. She had the most beautiful icy blue eyes I had ever seen, eyes that truly were windows to her soul. Maybe it's just that I knew her so well, but with just one glance at her eyes, I could tell instantly what she was feeling, and have a pretty good idea of what she was thinking about. I wondered if it would be the same way after not seeing her for three years.

She was almost exactly the same age as me, having been born in February of 1980, to my January of the same year, which means that she must have graduated high school this year too. I began imagining what she looked like now, and was only a few miles away from the cabin when I realized I had a raging erection. This, was no good. Regardless of how I was getting aroused. The thought was of a childhood friend who was also a relative. I'll say I wasn't too proud of it, at that moment. I couldn't show up to a family gathering like this. I turned off onto a forestry road that I knew well, and piloted my pickup down one of the narrow overgrown logging trails that deer hunters use, to get to their stands. I've been down all of these trails, and know a hundred places that are perfect for when someone needs a little "alone time".

I parked my truck and listened for a minute, just to be sure there wasn't anyone else driving around nearby. Still in the driver’s seat, I unbuttoned my fly, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I wrapped a hand around my cock and sighed with the pleasure of immanent release. Normally I would spunk to fantasies involving girls from high school, or one of the models from the couple of nudie mags I had hidden under my mattress at home. But right then, all I could imagine was Melissa, and my mental image of what she looked like now. I stroked furiously, and felt myself quickly building to orgasm. I hastily rummaged in the door pocket for a napkin with my left hand, found one, and barely had enough time to get it into place before I erupted. I groaned as I came, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the napkin, which wasn't up to the task of containing such a massive load. I sat there for a while, breathing hard, and feeling the cum that had soaked through the napkin ooze onto the palm of my left hand. It had been a while since I had cum that hard or that quickly. As the glow of orgasm faded, I started thinking that it wasn't right to get off like this to Melissa, but I knew I would have been a liar; if I said I wouldn't do it again.

I cleaned up as best as I could with a few more napkins, got my pants back up, and checked myself in the vanity mirror just in case there was some glaring evidence that I had just jerked off. Satisfied that I looked normal, I arranged myself in my underwear so that if and when I got another boner, it would at least be pointing down, and not straight out for all of the family to see.

I arrived at the cabin a few minutes later. People were spread out, around the yard; reading books, getting fishing equipment ready, or tending the fire in the stone fire pit. I was greeted with waves and hellos; nothing very enthusiastic. I mean, I do see most of these people pretty regularly. And honestly, I wasn't overly excited to see them either. I was however, very excited to see Melissa again, but looking around the yard, I didn't spot her anywhere.

Then I heard the sharp crack sound that the cabin's screen door makes when someone lets it's spring slams itself shut. I looked over, and saw Melissa walking around the corner of the cabin. I hope no one saw my jaw drop, because she was gorgeous. She was barefoot, her long athletic legs disappearing beneath a knee-length flower pattern sun dress that flowed around her as she strode. Her hair was longer that she used to have it, and it trailed gracefully behind her, it's sandy blonde color glowing in the sunlight. When she noticed me, her face lit up. The warmth of her smile could have melted a glacier.

"Charles!" She squealed.

She ran across the yard and practically threw herself into my arms, hugging me tight. I hugged her back, just as tight.

"Oh my God, it's so good to see you!" She said, laughing with joy.

I don't think anyone had ever been so excited to see me in my entire life, and it felt a bit awkward, but I felt the same about her, so I just went with it.

"It's great to see you too." I said.

We broke off our hug, but she kept an arm around my back. She started moving towards the cabin, and I went with, putting an arm across her shoulders.

"It's been over three years," She said excitedly. "We have so much to catch up on!"

I craned my neck up to try and look down on her. "I see you're still a little bit shorter than me?"

She poked me in the belly and said with mock sternness. "You're wearing boots. Take them off and we're the same height."

Be both laughed, and I was struck again at how beautiful she was. Even her laugh was like music. As we walked, my eyes strayed to her chest, where the slightest bit of a lacy white bra could be seen under the edge of her dress. Her tits were, for lack of a better word, perfect. They weren't large, a B cup I imagined, as if I knew anything about the particulars of tit size. What they were though, were proportionate. They were just the right size and shape for her. I was starting to imagine what they would look like free from any clothes, and must have spent just a few too many seconds looking. Something made me look up at her face, and I saw her watching me with a funny little smile. Our eyes locked, and I was surprised to not only see a lack of offence there, but for all I could tell, she was pleased that I was ogling her.

She looked away with a satisfied smile, and gave me a little squeeze with the arm that was still around my back.

"Your mom is almost done with dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

Chapter Two.

My mom fried up walleye that my older brothers had caught earlier that day, and we all ate more than we should have, but man, nothing is better than pan-fried walleye that was in the lake just a few hours prior.

After dinner, when everyone was just lounging around and catching up on gossip, I got my tent out of the bed of my pickup, and started walking towards the farthest away clearing to set it up in.

Melissa called out to me. "Can you set mine up too?"

"Sure." I called back. "Where do you want it?"

"Next to yours is fine. I promise I don't snore too loud." She replied, which got some laughs.

I set up the tents, and went back, claiming a spot on one of the benches near the fire. Melissa had changed out of her dress into some loose-fitting jeans and a blue tee shirt. She was in the process of explaining what she had been up to recently. She had moved out of her parent's house in Duluth back in February, on her eighteenth birthday. She didn't have a place to stay yet, so she spent a few weeks living in her car, a beat up old Toyota Camry, before one of her friend's parents took pity on her, and let her stay with them until she got her own place.

Now, if you know anything about being in Duluth, Minnesota in February, you can imagine how much that sucked. My heart ached in empathy for her, and I actually teared up a little. Thankfully the wind was shifting around, so I could pass it off as just getting smoke in my eyes.

Melissa continued her story, about how the people who had taken her in offered her a part time job to work as a cashier in their store. She worked evenings and weekends until she graduated high school; at which point she got a small apartment south of town. She still worked at their shop, but now pretty much ran the place, which the owners were ecstatic about, because it finally gave them the opportunity to do some traveling.

As I listened, I became more and more in awe of Melissa. Let's use me as an example to compare and contrast. I'm of average height for a guy, with an average build. Melissa is slightly above average height for a girl, with a fit and toned body. My face isn't particularly handsome. Again, very average. She has the heart-shaped face of an angel. I live at home with my parents. I don't pay rent. I have an okay job, but what money I make, I tend to spend frivolously. She has her own apartment, a good job, and is saving her own money to go to college next year.

I couldn't do anything but watch her as she talked. I noticed tiny details that I never even thought to look for on anyone else; How her neck moved when she talked, how she flipped her head to get her hair out of her face, how every time our eyes met, her smile would get just a little bit wider. I felt utterly unworthy to be in the presence of such a glorious creature.

As the night went on, people went off to their beds in their campers and tents, or one of the four beds in the cabin and its three season porch. Eventually it was just me and Melissa. She came over and sat in the old metal glider bench seat, right next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and gazing into the glowing remnants of the fire.

"I've missed coming here." She said quietly. "It's so peaceful."

"I missed you." I replied.

She looked up at me and smiled. "I've missed you too."

For a long time we sat there in silence just staring at the red and orange coals. Eventually they were dying away, and we began to see our breath in the increasingly chilly air. Melissa yawned. Even the way she did that, was beautiful to me.

"I think it's time for bed." I whispered to her.

She nodded in agreement, and I walked with her to where our tents were. She gave me a tired hug, said goodnight, and went into her tent. I entered my own tent, stripped down to my underwear, (I always sleep in just my boxer briefs,) and crawled into my sleeping bag. It was one of those big flannel old-school ones, not one of those small mummy bags. It had enough room inside for me to really sprawl out, and was plenty warm enough for camping in just about any kind of weather. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I awoke to a rustling in the leaves outside my tent. It was too heavy to be from raccoons. My first thought was that it was a black bear, as it wasn't unusual for a black bear to wonder through the cabin yard. But when I heard the zipper to the tent flap, I was reassured. I was confused though, as to who would be coming into my tent in the middle of the night. The flap opened, and I saw a silhouette, blond hair glowing silver in the moonlight.

My heart instantly started racing. Was I dreaming? Melissa was sneaking into my tent!

With the moonlight coming through the open tent flap, she could see that I was awake.

"I'm c-cold." She whispered.

Without thinking, I opened up my sleeping bag. "Come on." I whispered.

She crawled into the tent, zipping up the flap behind her, then scrambled into my sleeping bag with me, still fully dressed. She was freezing. I pulled her in tight to me, spooning her from behind, and wrapping one arm under her neck, the other one over her, and wrapping around her waist. I even had one leg over her thigh. I explained it was to transfer body heat as quickly as I could. Her shivering eventually subsided.

As she drifted off to sleep, she said in a barely audible whisper. "I hate the cold." While her breathing reduced to long, slow, deep breaths; I laid there thinking about just how much I loved this moment with Melissa.

I've had a few girlfriends, but none of them were very serious. Even though I thought I loved them, I now knew that I had no idea of what love was. Until this moment. As I watched Melissa sleep, I realized that I loved her, truly and deeply. I nestled my face against the back of her neck, breathing in the herbal smell of her. I fell back asleep with joy in my heart.

When I awoke again, it was just getting to be light out, and the first birds were beginning to sing. I looked at Melissa, still wrapped in my arms, and sleeping with an expression of serene contentment. It was at this time that my body caught on to the fact that it was pressed up against a very beautiful female, and I started to get worried that the rock hard penis pressing into Melissa's lower back would wake her up.

I don't know if it was because of that, but she did wake up before too long. She shifted and stretched, before slightly rotating her back so she was nestling back against me.

"What happened last night?" I asked with my arm on my hip. "Don't you have a sleeping bag?"

"I do, I got it at Goodwill, so it was cheap, but it's not very good."

"Well, I have a blanket you can use, and I'm pretty sure there's extra bedding in the cabin."

She sighed contentedly and pulled my arm back around her waist. "Or; I could sleep here again tonight?"

"Or you could sleep here tonight." I replied.

After a little while she said. "You're warm."

And hard, I thought. There was no way she didn't know. I yearned to kiss her. I yearned to grab her hips and grind my cock against her. I wanted to explore her whole body with my hands. I wanted her to put her hands on me. But I was terrified of doing anything, even suggesting anything that she didn't want. I was torn, because I was pretty sure that she did want something. The looks she gave me the previous day, the little smiles, and now snuggling up against me and my hard cock, all screamed in my head to do something, anything!

I was just about to slide my hand down to her hip when she announced. "I have to pee."

As she was leaving my tent, she turned back and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, a quick smile, then was gone. It took a while for my hard-on to subside, but once it did, I got dressed and went outside.

Chapter Three.

With a slight detour through the trees, (being a guy has some advantages, the whole forest is my urinal.) I joined the family in the cabin yard. One of my uncles was making eggs and bacon on a grill top griddle, and everyone else was in a different state of waking up.

My mom asked Melissa and me, if we were warm enough in our tents last night, and informed us that there were extra blankets. I said that I was fine. Melissa cheerily replied that she was toasty warm, and I had to look away to avoid being seen smiling like an idiot. Even though nothing happened, it still wouldn't look good for the whole family to know that I was spooning my cousin all night.

After breakfast, it seemed like everyone but Melissa and I, had plans to do things during the day. Some were going fishing, some were going into Pine River, Breezy Point, and Nisswa, to shop the antique stores and other shops.

Melissa looked at me with that smile that somehow was more than just an innocent smile.

"So, what do you want to do today?" She asked me.

"We could go for a hike. Find some of the trails we used to know?"

Her face lit up. "Yes! Let’s go find Pine Grove Cathedral! We could bring lunch and make a picnic out of it, too!"

"So, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"I don't know, what do you want to eat for lunch?" She said mockingly, then laughed. "Oh, no, I don't play that game. I know what I like to eat, so I'll get the lunch together."

She hopped up from the camp chair she was sitting in, and skipped to the cabin. Like, actually skipped. It was adorable. Though, how her ass moved in her jeans as she went, was an even better sight.

I stuffed an old quilt into a backpack, then after a moment's thought, crammed in two hoodies. It might get cold earlier tonight, I was not going to let Melissa be cold if there was anything I could do about it.

Soon we were walking side by side along the dirt road that lead past the cabin. From there we cut along an ATV trail to one of the State forestry roads, heading deep into the woods where there weren't any other cabins.

We chatted as we walked, about music and school, and a host of other mundane things. It really didn't matter to me what we talked about. At some point we started holding hands, and it seemed like the most wonderful, natural thing ever.

I began to notice that, unlike literally every other conversation I had ever had, with anyone my age, Melissa was being absolutely honest and forthright. Like an open book, she wasn't hiding anything, so I made a conscious decision to do the same for her.

When the conversation came to the topic of previous relationships, I told her about some embarrassing things that happened to me when I was with my first girlfriend. Things that I had sworn to myself to never speak of again. She laughed, but with me, not at me, and countered with an even more embarrassing story from her past.

It was surreal. We shared what our thoughts and feelings were, when we had been in particularly awkward situations. We told each other our fears and insecurities. It felt so good to lay my most p

Confessions of a College Slut: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 13 Oct 2025 13:58:00 -0500

Liza Loves Her New Family

Based on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Buffet For Three

Now things were a little awkward; two of the five boys had had their penises inside me, and the rest had seen my panty clad ass. Everyone was being super nice to me, and I bet I knew why. The occasional glance at the bulges on my chest or the long look as I walked away, had turned into constant eyes on me. I wore baggy clothes but of course this didn't help in a room full of college boys.

Eventually the advances by the boys became more and more blatant until finally one day when I was particularly hungry I blurted out, "Hey, whoever wants to take me out for Hibachi can screw me afterwards."

Chester and Hahn jumped at the opportunity, but I wasn't sure how we'd work that out. But never mind the details, I was just happy to get another free meal. “Fine”, I said; “But whoever starts a stupid debate about video games, gets dumped! Got it!” The rest of the room cheered for me, but Chester and Hahn looked whipped by a girl.

They took me to a Hibachi place in the suburb of Chester, very fitting. I ordered the most expensive dish they offered, Mako shark, and ate the whole meal in a vicious frenzy. I loved eating and it was like I could shovel mound after mound of food into my mouth without ever getting fat. I'm not sure if it's because I have a high metabolism or just because I'm young, to be honest. Chester and Hahn had a good time too, perhaps in denial at the possibly extremely awkward event that was going to take place afterwards.

Hahn's parents were rich and actually had rented him a studio apartment of his own, off-campus. We went there because not only was it the nicest of our places, but he was the only one of us that lived by himself. Once we got there, we all took a few minutes to get ready before I earnestly stripped down and cheekily decided to rub my tits together and wink at the boys. Mama don't like to waste time. I was wearing a new sexy pink lace bra that cost half a fucking fortunate, before I unclasped it in the back and had my titties drop out and then bounce back up like basketballs. Being busty yet perky, had its fun moments to be sure. I, being the ball of originality that I am, told them that now that they've seen mine, that I get to see theirs'. They blushed awkwardly for a second before complying with my request. I sat on the couch and waited for my show to begin.

Predictably, both my friends were already erect. And to my surprise Hahn's cock was, regular sized! It was decent, maybe 5 inches compared to Chester's 5 1/2, but he didn't have Chester's wide girth. I then encouraged both of the boys to come take one of my tits in their hands and squeeze.

"Nice right? There is enough of me to go around." I said as the two guys sat on each side of me.

"Damn Liza, I knew your tits were big but I had no idea they were this big!" Hahn said, astonished.

"They're so fucking nice! And look at your adorable nipples! I just wanna" Chester said as he took my left nipple in his mouth and started sucking my tit.

"Thanks." I said, losing my composure. I was trying to be a top but it was so abundantly clear I was a submissive bottom.

My shyness snatching my tongue, I got up then laid an Anime throw blanket across the chaise portion Hahn's leather couch. It was a long L shape sectional, and nice as fuck. My parents were well off but Hahn's family was fucking loaded.

I was on my knees & elbows. Now fully undressed, Chester approached me from behind. Then Hahn came around & stood in front of my head, which was propped up in my hands. He was the perfect height. I opened my mouth wide to receive his cock. His bulbous head brushed my lips apart and then he pushed it into my mouth.

I was expecting to be penetrated simultaneously by Chester, so it took me a little by surprise when he slapped my ass hard with his hand. I would have yelped, but my mouth was full of dick. I didn’t want Hahn’s dick bitten by accident, so I had to be careful. Instead, my eyes widened and my body jerked just a little. Hahn took this as encouragement to push further into my mouth, nearing the middle of my throat. Chester slapped me again. I was used to mental punishment, but the physical nature of this had taken me off guard and I have to say, destabilized me a little. Again, I flinched. Hahn pushed deeper, his cock now bottomed out & partly in my throat, but I knew that was all he had left. A third slap, I was getting sore now, and imagined that my ass would be bright red. Hahn stood there, his balls rested against my chin. I was spread eagle, and impaled orally on a cock. I had recently learned that I was a loud moaner, and I definitely vocalized my pleasure the entire time they were tag-teaming me.

My ass jiggled each time Chester smacked it. ‘Just fuck me already?’ I finally blurted out. It is hard to communicate when your mouth is full of awesome Asian cock. The last clapping sound was like a starting gun to Hahn, who reinserted & started to face-fuck me. He'd withdraw a couple of inches and then thrust his whole length into me again. He started out slowly at first, but then picked up speed. Chester finally figured it out, and got positioned behind me, then rammed my cunt to his base. His thick shaft pressed me wide.

It was shortly after that something strange happened, I started to feel, at peace. I submitted, letting the pleasure run through me and went with the flow. I knew I wanted to please them, and I felt warm, almost cared for, as I was being double teamed. Sensory overload. I could feel tears form in my eyes and trickle down my forehead and into my hair. But these weren't tears of sadness, but of joy.

It felt like, it felt like I had found my family. One of them was using my throat as a sex toy and the other was pounding my cunt. I felt wanted, needed, like I finally belonged somewhere.

I began to feel overwhelmed. Focus, Liza. I'm a good girl taking my friends' cocks deep inside me to help them get off, that's all that mattered. Don't let this excruciating emotion spoil the mood. What you are doing for Chester and Hahn is peak selflessness. I can do this, I can overcome my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths in between Hahn's thrusts. It didn't lessen, so I embraced it. I'm a mess, and that's hot.

My cunt felt raw. But I was so damn turned on. My friends, yes my friends, were using me like a blow up sex doll. I could feel my juices oozing out of my vagina. Feel my clit throbbing as I opened up my throat to Hahn, and my vagina to Chester. My face was blush red, for the first time in my life: I was hyper-aroused.

Tears were now pouring down my face. This was all a little too much. But no sooner than I had come to that realization, I felt a rope of warm cum shoot onto my back, followed by another and another.

"Fuck!" Chester announced. More grunts from behind me, then warm drips on my ass cheeks. A deep sigh, then Chester dropped to the couch, beside me. "Your turn, Hahn." He said, slapping my ass one final time before swapping places with my short Asian friend.

I took the opportunity to roll over, still on the plush throw blanket, but now on my back, diagonally across the extension of his sectional sofa. And now Hahn knelt and scooped up both my legs. I rested them over each of his shoulders, then he was inside me. I didn't speak. He slid his average member halfway in, it felt so refreshing, and then sunk all five inches of his cock into my cunt. I was sopping wet and took him easily. He started fucking me. It might have been smaller than Chester's dick, but the length and narrower width of Hahn's cock gave me the rest I needed to recover. Chester sat up and began massaging my massive tits. My nipples stood up and said; ‘squeeze me, suck me’. Chester understood the sign language and accommodated in a much gently disposition than the spankings he’d previously gotten his jollies fro

Confessions of a College Slut: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 12 Oct 2025 13:56:00 -0500

Liza’s Late Puberty Finally Comes.

Based on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Late Bloomer

Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? I've felt that way my entire life. My name is Liza Thomas and growing up I was a nobody. I had very few friends in school and what few "friends" I did have were more like acquaintances that never even thought about my existence outside of 8 AM to 3 PM, Monday , Friday. I was bullied too. But then again, wasn't everyone? I'm seriously asking, "was everyone?" because the other girls constantly ridiculed me for the way I looked (growing up I looked quite androgynous), for never talking during class and for sneaking my Nintendo DS into school to play during lunch. I never did anything to them, but they made me feel like shit every single day.

Fast forward to my 18th birthday and, nothing. I was flat all over. My chest, my ass, my stomach. My tits were 32 A, maybe the size of lemons and my ass cheeks were like two little pancakes. But then, something magical happened. During the Christmas break after my birthday, I began to grow. My lemons turned into 34 D cantaloupes quite fast, almost overnight. My pancakes turned into, pillows? My ass certainly wasn't flat enough to set your drink on anymore but I'd be lying if I said that it caught anyone's gaze.

My mom took quick notice of this change and in regards to it; liked to say, "Lions, tigers, boobs oh my!" (I wish I was making this up. My mom says the stupidest and most embarrassing shit sometimes, I swear to God). Apparently, the Thomas women were all late bloomers, so it's unsurprising that it took me all the way until adulthood before my tits were as big as my mom's.

That January I returned to school after "the change" I kind of figured no one would notice, or care, but boy was I wrong. I started to get unwanted attention, and as an introvert this sucked. It wasn't all bad though, that same month this guy named Brian started talking to me and, Brain made me feel special. He'd come up to me every day at my locker to chat me up. Nobody had ever done that before, especially not a boy. A little bit about Brian, Brian was 19 when we first met. He was held back in first grade so he was in the same class as me despite being a year older. His mother was an alcoholic who was in and out of the county jail and his father was an honest man who made a living restoring old cars. I guess this is different from being a mechanic but don't ask me how, I am not a car girl. Anywho, after a month Brian asked me out on a date and, I said yes! We went to the local ice cream place, the Twist and Shake (I think it was supposed to be a Beatles pun), and had a nice little conversation. There was not much to do in Locust, Pennsylvania after all. I had even taken the opportunity to wear a low-cut shirt to "show off the goods" so to speak. In truth, the shirt had not been low cut prior to my cleavage metamorphosis. After a few weeks he even asked me to be his girlfriend and I was elated! No one had ever thought of me in that way before, it was like I was experiencing my sexual coming of age, the only thing was that at this point I was very much anti-sex traditionalist.

I grew up in a very strict Eastern Orthodox family and had taken my parents' views on sex as my own. I was supposed to wait until marriage. I told Brian this a little while after we started dating. Despite him reassuring me that everything was okay, I could see the disappointment on his face. I would try to satiate him by compromising. I offered him handjobs at first, then gave my first blowjob, but this wasn't good enough. He was horny all the time, and I just couldn't keep up. I started sending nudes. Something until then I thought people were stupid for doing. Then, one day in April, when we were over at his house; he was always trying to get me to come over and come into his bedroom, which I tried to stay away from like the plague. I foolishly went in there, like an idiot. He then begged me for sex and tried to take off my clothes. I told him no, but when he got upset I felt bad and said that if he wanted to there was another way that we could do it. That was how I lost my anal cherry.

Still with me? Good. So the next month, May, was the big prom. It was my senior prom, so my parents went all out and purchased me the most expensive black and pink dress (yes, I listen to K-pop), I think it cost a thousand dollars! Daddy bought it for me and even paid for a limo for Brian and me! That night was perfect. In his suit, Brian looked like the most suave handsome man in the world, and could have easily passed for Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne. After prom the limo dropped us off at my house and Brian (at this point I didn't have my license yet, just a learner's permit), drove us to "after prom", which was held at the Macedonian-American Cultural Center. Well during the hour break between prom and "after prom" (Which might I add is stupid. Like as far as I can tell it's always been this way but it feels like the school is just begging the students to have sex?). Brian pulled the car over to a discrete area. I was a little worried at first, but just figured that I was going to unzip his pants and give him head, but he had other things in mind. He gave me this long impassioned speech about how much he loved me and how we were meant to be together. I felt moved by the moment, and well, I loved him. So I told him that if he was still a virgin then yes, we could have sex. But if not, then I would still let him fuck me in the ass. He told me that I would be his first. So we had sex. I was so stupid for believing him.

I wish I could tell you this long passionate tale about my first time, and how amazingly romantic it was, but;

1. That's not the point of this story, and;

2. He humped me in the back of a Honda Accord until he jizzed all over my belly button, not exactly the most romantic first time.

Anyway, for the rest of the night, and until the end of the school year, I was in a very romantic mood.

Graduation felt like such a big deal at the time, like the rest of my life was starting and that I had finally become a woman. Like my whole life was starting to come together. Prom night was kind of a bursting of the dam, or watershed moment. After that he would start fucking me in his bedroom almost every day after classes, and then when school ended, just whenever he could get me to come over. I would typically just lay there, on my back or stomach, not moving much until he finished up. Nobody ever taught me how to have sex, and Brian was fine with me just being a dead fish. This would only last until early July however.

When a seemingly innocuous comment from Brian's father about him "finally finding a good girl," caused me to spiral and stalk his Facebook and Instagram profiles. I found out that he dated over a half-dozen women before me. Some he had told me about, others he did not. Could he really expect me to believe that he never had sex with any of these women?

I have a tendency to internalize my frustrations and shut down when there's a problem in my life. I gave up my virginity on a fraud! For the rest of July I did not let Brian have sex with me, not even once. He got very upset with this, but I refused to say why. Until, finally, in August when during a discussion about how our relationship was going to proceed. He was going to Ohio University, a party school, and I was going to Penn State. I confronted him. I asked him about these past girlfriends. He told me that he lied and that he was sorry.

I broke down into tears, and then he said, "Since you're already crying. I might as well tell you: I'm breaking up with you." I could not breathe. My mind was racing a mile a minute but the words I wanted to say would not come out. He continued, "I just don't think that you're intimate enough for me. I don't want you weighing me down while I'm at college. You understand."

No, I do not understand, You bastard! And if you’re reading this, I fucking hate you, Brian Romanchuck!

Fuck him! No, don’t! But I hope some brute at the state prison fucks his ass with a led pipe!

New Friends

Only a few weeks later, at the end of August (or maybe it was September at this point), I was shipped away from home and started my new life as a freshman at Penn State Brandywine. I chose Penn's Brandywine campus because it not only had the Micro-electromechanical systems program I was looking for but was also refreshingly rural and familiar, despite how close to Philadelphia it was. Plus I had a nice scholarship for being a female stem major.

Since my breakup, I began wearing baggy clothes to hide my body. I didn't need asshole boys wanting me for my body. Trust me, at this point in time I hated my body (don't worry dear r

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

Piper's Posts — Sat, 11 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.

He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way.

But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking.

Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced.

"It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom."

Sam growled into her ear.

Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass.

She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm.

The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body.

Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying.

Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up.

"Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger.

"Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her.

"I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?"

"Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively.

"Big plans tonight?"

"No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting."

"So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had.

Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered.

An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body.

She was still horny. She was still wet.

She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight.

No one was in there, no one needed to know.

Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties.

She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself.

Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore.

Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected.

Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there.

Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her.

Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut.

The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her,

Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too.

Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum.

There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time.

Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger.

Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused.

She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people.

"Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished.

The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle between her legs.

But still, her fantasy life was generally left unexplored, and as she drove home, she wondered if that needed to change. She wondered about Sam's fantasies. What did he have hidden deep down inside?

Unfortunately, she would need to wait till another night to find out.

Sam got home late from the church meeting, and was clearly tired and hungry. Cathy sat with him on the couch as he ate and they shared a drink, spending their date night connecting verbally, instead of physically.

That was nice too, she thought, and equally as important. She was that much more thankful she decided to take care of herself at work, even if the images that played in her mind had been questionable and unexpected.

Cathy asked about the meeting, how it went, who was there. Sam told her the usual suspects were all rounded up; the church board of elders, the music director, and Ginny. In fact, as he told his wife about the events of the meeting, there was one name that kept coming up, with stories attached to it he was happy to tell: Ginny.

Cathy knew it wasn't that out of the ordinary, she was new, after all, and still getting the hang of everything, but still, it started to seem like her husband Sam might have a bit of a crush. She smirked slightly at the thought, filed it away, and went back to the conversation.

Noting the time, the two realized they'd blown right through date night, but agreed they had enjoyed the time talking together. Then, finishing his drink, Sam made a suggestion.

"You know, Christine IS staying over at her friend's house this Friday,” he said with a sly smirk.

"Oh yeah?" she said, shifting excitedly in her seat, returning his smirk, "what'd you have in mind?"

"Rain check?"

"I think that can be arranged." They leaned in and kissed.

"And the house will be empty, so you can be as loud as you want." his sly smirk returned. She matched it once more. They kissed once more. She couldn't wait for Friday.

Cathy barely made it through Thursday, and Friday seemed to go by slower molasses as she patiently waited out the clock, desperate to get their date night started.

But mother nature had different plans.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, you know how I feel about it," Cathy said, legitimately bummed out.

"But it doesn't matter to me, I'm fine with it!" Sam said in response, trying his best to be accommodating. He had just gotten out of the shower and stood nude and drying before his wife, who wore only a big t-shirt and some sleeping shorts.

"I know you are, but I'm not. It's just not something I prefer."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Sam said, "it's your body, I respect that."

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Cathy had spent the whole week practically dripping in anticipation for the next time she and Sam were going to make love, so much so that she almost didn't notice earlier that day when she got her period.

She silently cursed from the bathroom stall at the timing; she didn't like to have sex on her period, at least not in the early days. She never had. She had done it once, and it was a complete disaster, so she said never again.

"But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy ourselves," she said, biting her lip playfully, and drawing a finger down his naked chest.

"Oh yeah?" he smiled. His cock twitched.

"Yeah. Go lay down, I'll be right back." She turned him around, playfully swatted his cute ass, and watched him excitedly pad off toward the bed.

Sam got comfortable, and Cathy slipped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen; she had an idea, another thing she hadn't done since before she met Sam.

Sex may have always been off the table, but she had never shied away from wanting to please her man, but with Sam she couldn't remember a time they ever fooled around during her period. It just became another reason for them not to have sex, just another excuse. Opening the kitchen cabinet she thought back to the fun she had had with other men, and being surprised how many different parts of the body could make someone cum if lubricated well enough. She shamed herself at the thought. Not for reminiscing about sex with other men, but for the fact that she and Sam had spent so many years without exploring yet another facet of each other's pleasure.

That changed tonight.

Padding back into the bedroom, Sam couldn't help but notice the Cheshire smile on his wife's face.

"What've you got there?" he inquired, cocking his head toward her hands that were behind her back.

Cathy just smiled and slid into bed next to her nude husband. She couldn't help but notice his cock had a pleasant anticipatory chub to it already.

"Getting started without me?" she said with a big grin, dancing a finger around the top of Sam's thigh.

"A man can't help where his mind goes when he's waiting for a beautiful woman," Sam said, returning her smile.

"Well why don't you tell me about it?" She said, tickling his full balls with the tip of her finger, "I want to learn where your mind goes." She cupped his balls completely, squeezing gently. Sam moaned.

Cathy sat up, and presented the hidden item she brought back from the kitchen: a full jar of coconut oil.

Sam's cock twitched as he watched his wife unscrew the lid and reach in to retrieve a chunk of the slippery white solid. He knew she liked to cook with it, but he never for a second considered its other uses.

"You've done this before, haven't you," he said without a hint of jealousy.

"Once or twice," she said with a sly grin. She rolled it around in her hand, and Sam watched it dissolve into a slick clear liquid. "Now just relax," she said, cuddling close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, "and talk to me."

"About what?" Sam whispered, feeling Cathy drip the warm liquid onto his thickening member.

"About your dreams," she said, trickling the last of the lubricant over his tip, "about your fantasies."

"What kind of fantasies?" He said, fully knowing the answer.

"I think you know what kind," she smiled, drawing a slippery finger over his juicy tip.

"I, I don't know if I have any," he melted, her fingers starting to dance across his sensitive skin.

"You don't have any fantasies?" she cooed. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or playing with her.

"I don't really know," he said, pausing to enjoy his wife's touch before dropping his follow up, "do you?"

Cathy smiled. Of course. She was learning just how much of a voyeur her husband was, of course that's where he'd go. It was a fair question, and it was only fair she be as open with him as she was asking

"Sure," she said with a syrupy lilt, "do you wanna hear one?"

He sighed loudly and nodded. His cock flexed hard. She smiled again.

"I imagine I'm waiting in a hotel room," she began, teasing his cock with the tips of her fingers, "I'm sitting on the bed, waiting for a man. I'm wearing the dress he wants me to wear, the lingerie he wants me to wear. I'm waiting for my man to come in and tell me what to do. I'm waiting for him, to use me."

She felt a flutter in her stomach as she shared something with Sam she had never shared with anyone.

"Use you how?" Sam said through a strained breath. His cock was pointing straight up now, her slickened fingers teasing him deliciously. He had never thought of his wife in such a lewd, erotic way, but it was certainly having an effect. He needed to know more.

"However he wants," she said languidly, her mind starting to drift into her fantasy, "I want to be his slut, I want to be his whore."

"Oh my God,” Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Cathy smiled.

"I want him to take his pleasure from me however he wants, wherever he wants, and I want him to know I'm happy to accommodate, and to receive."

Sam groaned again. Cathy had yet to fully envelope his straining cock with her hand. She wanted to tease him, to prime him for the main event, and his labored breathing and beet-red tip told her it was working.

Sam wasn't the only one enjoying the story though; Cathy's cunt had become delightfully moist as she confessed her secret desires to her husband. But what got her even wetter was knowing what she didn't tell Sam: she mentioned not a single thing about the other man in her fantasy; the one fucking her sopping cunt from behind while Sam used her mouth. She didn't tell him about Roger.

"What about you, sweetie?" She said, desperate to change the subject away from Roger's mental intrusion, "what do you secretly want?"

"I, I don't know,” he stammered as her pressure on his cock increased, making the teasing even more torturous.

"No?" Cathy didn't know if he was lying, telling the truth, or just overwhelmed by the situation, but she had some thoughts on where to steer things. "You know, I noticed you've been coming home later than usual when you have a meeting at church lately, any reason for that?"

"Have I? I guess it's, we all get to talking, and,” Sam's eyes drifted shut as Cathy began to stroke the firm underside of his cock with two slippery fingers.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3

Piper's Posts — Fri, 10 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3

Christianity and sex; and kinky sex.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too.

"So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?"

Cathy was tucked tightly into Sam's side, her hand idly playing with his chest hair again. They were lounging, basking in their post-coital bliss, comfortable and relaxed.

"You know, I didn't realize I would until you told one, but, yeah, I really like it. I've, always kinda had a kink for it."

"Oh really?" Cathy's ears perked up at the use of the word kink. Sandy was right. Everyone has desires, everyone has a past, it's just a matter of coaxing it out of them. "Tell me more."

"Well," he started, pausing to acknowledge he was about to tell his wife something he never shared with anyone. "It started in high school. I knew a lot of girls, but I was the non-threatening guy friend, so, they started to tell me things."

"What kind of things?" Cathy asked, her interest piqued.

"Hook ups, first times, dirty things they did; everyone is experimenting at that age, and wants to talk about it, but it can be embarrassing, so, I was someone they could talk to with no judgment."

"Did you get details?"

"Oh yeah."

"What's the dirtiest thing they told you?"

"Hmm" Sam thought back through multiple years of stories and confessions. He felt his cock twitch as long dormant memories came flooding back. "Well, I remember Sherry Macklewait."

"She was in your class?"

"Yeah, we had algebra together and were friendly."

"What'd she tell you?"

"Well she was rather, well endowed."

"You mean she had big tits?"

"Yes, she had big tits," Sam chuckled at his own lewdness, "huge. She got teased for them when she was younger, but as we got older the teasing continued but was clearly turning into jealousy and lust, you know?"

"Yeah, I do." Cathy said, reminiscing herself, "I knew a girl in a similar situation. All the girls who were teasing her were jealous, and all the guys teasing her just wanted to fuck her."

"Exactly. She got self-conscious about it, so she was pretty conservative with them, even with the guys she would date. She didn't want to give anyone any ammo."

"A girl who won't show her big tits to anyone? This isn't very dirty, Sam," Cathy playfully chided.

"I know, I know, I'm getting to it," he chuckled. "So she's telling me about how pervy the guys at our school are, and I'm asking her questions, and then she lets slip that 'the only guy who's ever seen them is Tyler.' I don't recognize the name. I start wracking my brain trying to think of a Tyler, but I don't think our school has one. So I keep digging"

"Older guy?" Cathy says, the thought sending a tingle to her loins.

"Well, Sherry had a best friend named Skylar, who had an older brother named Tyler who went to a nearby university."

"Skyler and Tyler? Gross."

"Yeah, I know. They had known each other for a long time, and Sherry always had a crush on Tyler. And I mean, despite all the teasing about her breasts, she was still a horny 18 year old girl; she knew she was stacked and wanted to show someone, just not the guys at her school."

"I see where this is going,”

"So one night at a sleepover, she and Tyler found themselves alone talking after everyone else went to bed and, she opened her shirt and took them out for him."

"She just whipped them out?"

"Yeah, she said he never asked, never teased her, that's why she wanted it to be him."

"That's very cute, but it's hardly dirty."

"Well after she took them out, there was kind of this stunned silence, and then Tyler opened his pants and pulled out his, well, considerably large dick."

"How big?" Cathy exclaimed, not even trying to hide her excitement now.

"I don't know, perv," Sam said, laughing, "she just said it was huge."

"And so they,”

"No, actually. He started to stroke himself, and she sat there, mesmerized. She was so turned on, she didn't know what to do, so she was kind of frozen, just watching him pump his shaft while he looked at her breasts."

"She just watched?"

"Yeah, until he started to grunt and he stepped toward her. She said she didn't know why she did it, but she put one in each hand and lifted them up toward him, like presenting them for him, and then he,”

"He came on her tits?" Cathy was really into it now.

"Exploded, she said. Thick and sticky, all over her chest. And they never even touched each other."

"That's pretty hot, but in the grand scheme of dirty things,”

"Well the dirty part is what happened after. They heard someone coming and got spooked, so he tucked himself away, and she closed up her shirt, right on top of all that cum. She went back to the sleepover and spent the rest of the night lying next Skylar with a chest-full of her brother's jizz."

"Was she grossed out?"

"Actually no, that's the thing. She was insanely turned on. She couldn't stop thinking about it, so it turned into a thing. Anytime she was sleeping over Skylar's, or over there for any reason, if Tyler was home the two of them would sneak off, never even touch each other, he'd jerk himself all over her tits, and then she'd spend the rest of the night with his cum secretly all over her chest."

"Oh, damn,” Cathy mused, taken by the tale. "Did they ever do anything more?"

"Nope, she didn't even touch her first penis till she was a sophomore in college, but anytime those two were together, she'd leave with a sticky chest."

"Wait, when did she tell you all this?" Cathy said, doing the math.

"College. We kept in touch after high school, and got pretty comfortable telling each other stuff. She even, never mind" He stopped with a giggle

"What, what! You gotta tell me!"

"Well years later, when Skylar got married, Sherry was her maid of honor. It had been years since she and Tyler had seen each other but,”

" But?" Cathy was hanging on every word

"but before the ceremony the two of them apparently snuck off and re-lived their youth a bit."

"At his sister's wedding?"

"Yeah; and according to her she spent the entire ceremony, and gave a toast in front of everyone, with Tyler's cum all over her chest beneath her dress.

"Oh wow." Cathy paused to take it all in. "And they didn't even fuck at the wedding?"

"Nope, they were both there with other people," Sam laughed.

"Oh my God!"

"Amazing, right?"

"Totally." Cathy paused. She looked down at Sam's cock. It was spent, but there was a little extra thickness to it; recounting the story definitely was a turn on for him, as much as it was for her to listen. She wondered if Sam was jealous, if he wished it was him cumming on Sherry's tits. "So these girls told you some pretty wild stories, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Sam smirked at the memories.

"What did you tell them in return?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're telling me these girls just spilled their sexual guts to you and you never told them anything in return?"

"Honestly, I don't think they ever asked! Besides, I didn't have anything to tell them; you know you were my first."

"I know," she said, winding up to dig a bit deeper, Sandy's words echoing in her head, "but there must have been something you could have told them."

"I went to a Christian college!"

"Oh come on, Sam, I went to Catholic high school, and I have plenty of things I could tell you." She stopped short, wondering if that was too much, but was reassured when she saw his cock flex out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, I mean,”

"Yes?" Cathy held her breath; there might have been a story after all!

"There was, one thing,”

Cathy's cunt began to tingle.

"So you're not entirely wrong," he began, "my school wasn't just a bunch of chaste virgins with their noses in bibles."

"Of course," she said with a wicked smile.

"Freshman year I had this friend who lived across the hall from me named Jess."

"Oh, what'd she look like?"

"She was cute; Auburn hair, short and curvy, big personality."

"And you were into her?"

"Actually no, not at all. At least I didn't think I was. We bonded over being two strangers in a strange land, sort of, and became fast friends. We hung out all the time, got really close really fast." He shifted a bit as he began the next part of the story. Cathy noticed. "One night I was alone in my room, and she came by unannounced, and had this sort of glow about her. She said she needed to tell someone about what she just experienced, and that I was the only cool person in the whole school. I said of course she could tell me anything, and then with a big smile she said 'Sam, I just got back from sucking the biggest cock I've ever sucked!'"

"Oh my!"

"Yeah, it was shocking to say the least, but, I mean you know now how much of a perv I am, so of course I wanted to know more."

"Of course."

"And so she told me everything; how big it was, what it tasted like, how hard it was to get in her mouth, how excited she was when she finally got him off, what his cum tasted like,”

"What it tasted like?"

"Yeah, that was the big thing I learned that night: This was not the first, nor would it be the last dick she sucked at our school, and that she loved the taste of cum."

"She loved the taste?" Cathy said, scrunching her face up in disbelief.

"Well, that's not really the right way to say it; she loved tasting cum. She was still a virgin and planned to remain so, but she absolutely loved giving blowjobs, and sort of got off on seeing how different each guy's cum tasted."

"Ooh, interesting."

"Yeah, she loved sucking, and she loved swallowing."

"And so she was sucking a lot of dicks around campus?"

"As I would come to find out, yeah," he sighed, "once the truth dam broke she told me all about what she had been up to, and would fill me in on all the new ones after they happened."

"And you were happy to listen weren't you, you perv?" Cathy said in jest.

"I hate to admit it but yeah, I was."

"This is all pretty similar to the other story you told me though, if I'm being fair."

"Well,” he continued, but paused a long moment in reflection, "toward the end of the semester, she told me she wouldn't be coming back. That she was transferring."

"Oh no!"

"It made sense, she never really liked it there."

"Not even with all the fun she was having?"

"Well that was actually part of it. Sexual contact was technically an expellable offense, so all these guys she was with, after it was over, they acted like they never met her. At first she thought it was fun, kinda taboo or whatever, but she said eventually it just was kinda depressing. She started to feel used."

"Yeah, I don't blame her." Cathy said sympathetically, thinking back to how her own relationship with the married Tom had played out.

"And so it was the end of the semester, and she was leaving forever, so we went out and had a nice dinner and just had a great time together. We parted close friends, shed a couple tears, promised to stay in contact and all that, but you know how that goes. "

Cathy hung on the long silence that followed.

"And?"

"And,” he took a deep breath, "I went back to my room and got ready for bed. But I couldn't sleep. It was late, and it was quiet, and then I heard a knock on my door."

Cathy's legs rubbed together unconsciously as she felt herself getting wetter.

"I opened it, and there I was in just my boxers staring at Jess, in nothing but a big Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I let her in, and went back to sit on my bed, asking her what was up. The lights were still off. She walked toward me and had this certain look in her eye that I had never seen before. It was electric. It was, it had quite an effect."

"You got hard, didn't you?"

"I couldn't help it. She looked down at me, right in the eye, and said, 'I need to know.'"

"Oh my," Cathy said breathlessly.

"I don't know why I didn't stop her right away, but I just sat there in silence. She took a pillow off my bed, put it on the floor between my legs, and lowered down to her knees. I was barely registering what was happening, but then she opened my shorts, pulled out my dick, and then all at once it was in her mouth."

Cathy had no words as she listened to him recount the experience.

"Her mouth felt so good, Cath; she was so gentle, so sweet, she knew I had never done anything like that before. She just worked me tenderly with her lips and mouth, and then her hands, giving little coos and moans every now and then. It was the most unbelievable thing I'd ever experienced. But then, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a minute or so, something came over me and I asked her to stop."

"What? Why?" Cathy exclaimed in horny disbelief.

"It just, I don't know if I was nervous, guilty, embarrassed, naive, I don't know, but it didn't feel right. I told her as much and she nodded. She leaned up, kissed me on the mouth, said goodbye, and that was the last time I ever saw her."

"Wow," Cathy said, running over the details in her own mind. "After she left did you; " She didn't even get the rest of the question out before Sam cut her off

"Honey, I did, and I came so hard I almost passed out." They laughed together for a moment and then settled into a thick silence.

"Do you regret it?" Cathy said finally, the question looming large in her mind.

"No," he said, "we had a special friendship, and what happened, happened. It was strange, but I never felt bad about it."

"No," she said with a smoky rasp, "I mean, do you regret stopping her?"

There was a long silence this time. Cathy watched Sam's cock give a thick twitch as he thought about her question, until finally he spoke.

"Yeah," he said softly, "I think that I do."

It was the last thing said on the subject. The couple cuddled closer together and began drifting off to sleep, each of them having thoughts and images of Sam's story rushing around in their heads.

Cathy felt closer than ever to her husband of 15 years, a warmth growing inside her at how open he was with her about his loves and his losses. She felt bad that his upbringing denied him sharing such a sweet moment with a friend. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt bad for Jess that she didn't get to taste his cum. Cathy knew the taste. She didn't love the taste, but she missed the taste.

Two days later, it was Friday night. Sam tumbled home from a long day and a long meeting at the church. It was the new youth pastor Ginny's first weekly meeting, so there were some formalities to go over which added time, not to mention the miscommunication and difficulty setting up the annual car wash.

He was tired, he was wiped, and he wanted a shower. He barely even noticed that no one had greeted him when he came home. His daughter Christine was out with friends, it was Friday night after all so that made sense, but as he soaped himself up he thought it weird that Cathy was nowhere to be found.

His mind idly wandered to the meeting, first the topics covered, then to Ginny. She looked great that night, khaki shorts accenting her amber legs, her long, kinky hair flung to one side with just the right amount of wildness to catch his attention. He began to wonder what she might look like naked, what she might taste like. When he felt the blood start to thicken his cock however, he quickly shook off the thoughts as guilt crept in. They were wrong.

He ended his shower, toweled off in the bedroom and slipped on his favorite pair of sleeping boxer shorts. Tossing the towel in the hamper, sitting on the bed his attention jumped suddenly as the lights in the bedroom clicked off.

Confused, he looked toward the bedroom door, and was met with an almost ghostly vision: framed by the doorway and the backlight of the hall was a long-legged, breathtaking, womanly figure clad in nothing but a big, oversized sweatshirt.

Sam froze, transfixed on her silhouette. He knew who it was, he knew it was Cathy, but a rush of endorphins passing through him mentally transported back to that night in college. The night Jess left.

Cathy sauntered over towards her shocked husband with a sultry gait, much like she imagined Jess had that night. She stopped just between his legs and looked down at him. Freshly showered, bewildered, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers, he was so cute.

Slowly she sank to her knees.

Her hands drifted over his thighs toward the tent in his shorts. He didn't seem to be breathing. Not until Cathy slipped the flaps of his pants apart and freed his stiff member to the night air, eliciting a long exhale from his taxed lungs.

She looked at his cock. It wasn't the biggest she ever had, but it was perfect for her. It belonged to the man she loved.

She looked him in the eye, and paraphrasing Jess' words that night said "I just need you to know."

Cathy licked her lips, making them slick with fresh saliva, and lowered her head, taking the tip of her husband's straining cock into her mouth.

"OH!" Sam let out with a thick groan. The pleasure of her mouth shot through him like a lightning bolt. He was overwhelmed with physical sensations, as well as mental. He knew it was Cathy with his dick in her mouth, but that moment was now indistinguishable from the moment all those years ago with Jess.

Cathy rolled her head to the side, tossing her long, brown hair out of her way but never lost sight of her objective: a mouthful of Sam's fresh cum. Her lips sucked tightly on the hard cock between them, sweet saliva raining down its length, making it nice and slick for the pumping hand that matched her bobbing mouth. Her other hand held his balls, pulsing, massaging. He moaned. She felt them shift in her hand. He was close already. She wondered if he was thinking of Jess in that moment. She hoped he was. Cathy wasn't doing this for herself, she was doing it to give him closure. His hips bucked gently, desperately, and she felt his cock harden and stiffen even more-so. Here it comes. She moaned around his head as it began to flare and pulse, and then all at once a deep cry from him heralded the thick, throbbing semen that pumped into her mouth. She held his tip still in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hands squeezed and coaxed the hot load out of him.

It had been so

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2

Piper's Posts — Thu, 09 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Cathy could barely take the sensations coursing through her body. While she hadn't felt Sam's tongue on her cunt in over 15 years, she hadn't done this act with anyone in close to 20. Memories immediately rushed her mind, swirling in the endorphins, images and sensations of nights with her previous boyfriend. Orgasms. Pleasure. Fucking. Grinding.

Lost in the feeling, she fell back into sense memory. Her hand dropped down into Sam's hair and gripped it hard.

Sam groaned into her wet snatch. She felt it. His cock lurched.

Cathy held his head still. Bracing herself with one hand on the headboard, her thighs and hips began to flex.

Sam got the message. He held his tongue in position as his wife began to grind her throbbing cunt against it, fucking his face.

"Oh my God" she moaned out long and loud as she directed her pleasure points onto his wet, pulsating tongue.

It was like a bolt of lightning coiling up inside her body. She felt his hand grip her ass instinctively, just like she liked, just like the others had, and suddenly she began to shake and shudder, slipping over the edge into heat. Into pleasure. Into an explosive, body-wracking orgasm.

Sam held her tight as she wriggled and jerked, grinding into his tongue. He felt wetness pour from her being; his wife, cumming into his mouth. Cumming on his face.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she chanted. She rarely used curse words like that in front of him, and he found it highly erotic. His mind raced: when did she learn she liked this? Who was the first one to do it to her? How many men had she done it with?

He had never been so hard in his entire life.

Slowly the world came back into view, and Cathy collapsed off her husband onto the bed next to him, both their breaths coming hard and ragged.

"Oh my Lord," he said between breaths, "that was so sexy."

Cathy felt a warm glow pass through her; she had been worried for nothing. She looked down at her husband's thick, straining cock, flush with desire, almost painful looking. He wasn't lying. She reached for it, touching it. Holding it. She had just had the best orgasm of her life, but she was still wet. Still horny. She turned her face toward his, and made a single, syrupy request, the same she made on their honeymoon:

"Fuck me, Sam."

He smiled and turned quickly to the bedside table, retrieving a condom. He was on her in an instant, kissing, groping, squeezing. He positioned himself between her legs, but her sweet center wouldn't come to him easily. He struggled, first with the condom wrapper, then with the condom itself, its slippery latex never quite gaining purchase around the head of his desperate cock.

"God, I really do hate these things," he said through clenched teeth.

Cathy lay there, desperate to feel her husband push himself inside her, equally frustrated with the fact that they were still using condoms after almost 20 years of marriage. Then a thought came to her. They had already cracked open the door of her past, what could it hurt to crack it open a bit more, especially if she knew it would bring them both a wealth of new sensation and pleasure?

"Sam, honey, I, I have an idea."

He looked down at her, beautiful and wanton below him, and waited with bated breath to hear it.

"What if you didn't use a condom, and pulled out just before you were going to cum?"

Sam felt a hard throb between his legs.

"But aren't you worried about; I mean what if you; "

"It,” she paused, once again hesitant to broach this area of her own experiences, but something about the way he looked at her told her to continue on. "It's never been a problem for me, in the past."

"You've, done that before?" Sam said almost breathlessly. He didn't even realize his hand started slowly pumping his cock.

"Yes."

"You've had a man inside you without a condom, and he pulled out before he finished?"

"Yes. My ex and I, he didn't like condoms either. it was our solution to the birth control problem."

"Then where did he finish?" She watched his hand stroke his cock long and hard. She felt her cunt throb.

"On me."

Sam gulped hard and felt himself start to sweat.

"Where?"

His wife looked him dead in the eye.

"Wherever he wanted."

That was all Sam could take. He hiked her legs up around his waist, and with gasping desperate breaths roaring out of them each like a blast furnace, he lined himself up at her wet, swollen entrance, and pushed. Moans erupted from the lovers as she took him full to the hilt.

Electricity burst through the closed circuit of their bodies as they felt each other unencumbered for the first time in over 15 years. Sam began to thrust himself into his wife, long, hard, and joyously. He gave her everything he had, and her tight, sopping-wet cunt gripped him deliciously and demanded more.

He and his wife were truly one once again, but as her slick, velvety walls stoked the fire building in his loins, all he could think about was the image of some other man pushing into his wife, fucking her, pleasing her the way he was right then and there. Her cunt squeezing her lover's cock the way she was squeezing his. Gripping her lover's waist with her legs and heels, egging him on, the same way she was gripping his. Taking everything her lover had, that way she was taking it from him, only for her lover to slip out of her at the height of his frenzied pleasure so her body could take two balls-full of hot cum the way she was about to take his.

Sam couldn't help but wonder where her lover, lovers, had cum. He pictured his wife, another man's seed splashing across her stomach, scattered lewdly across her back and ass, dripping from her perfect breasts, maybe even her beautiful face.

Had they cum on her face? Had these men fucked Sam's wife to the point of eruption, then pulled out and lurched their thick seed onto her face?

Did she like it?

Did she ask for it?

Cathy's body was a hot cluster of firing nerve endings. Sam was fucking her with a passion she couldn't ever remember experiencing from him, and she was unable to stifle her pleasure-filled yelps, moans, and cries as he drove his thick cock into her over and over.

It felt bigger. Thicker. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate it, rushing fresh rivers of her juices down to encourage him, to welcome his cock.

A slight shift in position suddenly adjusted his angle of approach, and Cathy was overcome by intense, rushing pleasure as the head of his cock began to hit her in the exact right spot. She was going to cum again.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, baby, yes, baby; fuck me, fuck me!" She began to cry out almost involuntarily. Her body was strapped to a rocket that left the atmosphere in seconds, hung there in the transitional bliss of zero gravity for just a single sweet moment, and then exploded in a thick, strong orgasm.

Cathy's body contracted and jerked beneath her husband's, but he never let go, never stopped thrusting as she soared through her second orgasm. It was the most purely erotic thing he had ever experienced, and it was the final straw for his own gallant constitution.

Sam reared up off of her, his cock slipping out of her warm, tight center. Cathy gasped, looking at her husband towering over her like a Greek statue, flushed and in heat, his hard, proud cock reaching to the sky, slick with her juices. His hand grasped it, his eyes closed. She whispered a sultry "yes" and gasped as the first viscous rocket of his cum launched out of the tip and soared up her body. She felt the hot juice sear her collar bone, and it was only a fraction of a second before she felt the second spurt splash against her chin, stronger than the first.

Her breath came hard and fast as she took in the sight of her strong, statuesque husband ejaculating all across her heaving body. Her cunt throbbed. This was nothing like the times her previous boyfriend had done it. That, though still sexy, was more about efficiency. This, well this was the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

Sam looked down at the slithering body of his wife as he emptied his tight balls all over his bride. She looked like a dirty, sexy angel. An angel of love. An angel of sex. Thick white splatters of semen painted her from pubic bone to neck; this had to have been the biggest load he had ever shot.

He wondered if it was the biggest load she'd ever received.

The lovers looked at each other in silence for a moment, each breathing heavy, each taking in the experience they just had.

"Was that ok?" Sam finally said. Cathy smiled. He was so adorable; he just fucked the shit out of her and he was still concerned with her own wellbeing. She loved him so much. He was amazing.

"Yes, Sam," she said through a chuckle, "it was fucking amazing." Then the thought crossed her mind that she should check in with him as well. This was a new experience for both of them, but even more so for him, and if this new era of communication was going to continue, she needed to make sure it did. "Was it ok for you?"

"You nailed it, honey: it was fucking amazing."

They both burst out laughing at Sam's rare display of profanity.

Sam slipped away for a moment and came back with a warm, wet towel. It felt good on her body as he gently wiped his cum from her skin. Cathy closed her eyes and realized she was having a first of her own. In all the times she had been with other men before Sam, in all the nights that ended with cum splashed on her naked body, she couldn't remember a single time where the man she was with helped with the clean-up, and definitely not as lovingly as Sam did.

She had never in their relationship questioned her love and commitment to this man, and as they lie there in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep, she knew there was nothing but excitement and pleasure ahead of them on this new erotic adventure.

She had told him what she wanted, she couldn't wait to find out what he wanted. And she had a pretty good idea of where to start.

"Oh, fuck, oh, Fuck, yes; fuck me, fuck me!"

Pastor Sam McGinnis had two hands full of his wife Cathy's pert ass, using it for leverage as he drove his rock hard cock into her tight, welcoming cunt from behind. For only the second time in over 15 years he was inside his wife bareback, and he didn't know how long he could last.

He had missed the feeling of her silky juices sliding over his skin, her slick, tight walls gripping and spreading over the sensitive flesh of his cock, electrifying his body. Not since shortly after their wedding had he felt this sensation, when he got to empty his balls, unencumbered, into his lovely new bride.

Cathy was allergic to birth control, so condoms were their only option, an option neither of them really liked, an option that was definitely a contributing factor to their decline in intimacy over the years.

A decline that had continued until last night, when Cathy suggested an alternative, one that made Sam's cock harder than it had been in years. His beautiful wife wanted him to fuck her bareback, and then pull out of her at the last moment and shoot his orgasm on her body.

It wasn't the activity itself that got Sam so excited, however, it was the fact that it was an activity she had done with at least one other man before she met Sam. He had been a virgin when they got together, but she had not been, and they never really talked about her sexual past. He had no idea how many men she had been with, or what they had done, or even really what she liked done to her.

Until last night.

Her suggestion; her request; had cracked open a door that Sam desperately wanted to open further. He had had a bit of a kink for hearing stories and experiences, ever since high school when his platonic female friends would spill all the lurid details of their horny experimentations to their non-threatening male friend.

Now, he couldn't stop thinking about other men spraying his wife's hot, young body with thick semen, all the places she may have taken it, wanted it. He needed to know more. He needed to know what else she had experienced. What else she wanted.

"Oh fuck, baby, that's it; I'm gonna cum, Sam; I'm gonna cum!"

Cathy couldn't believe how turned on she was. There was a lot of doubt in her mind last night about whether opening up her sexual past to her husband was a good idea. She had never wanted to rub it in, never wanted him to feel bad about being a virgin when they met. But now, as she lay perched on her hands and knees on their mattress, bracing herself with one hand against the headboard, the thrusting of her husband's cock driving her full speed toward another orgasm, she wondered why she ever waited so long.

She realized the peek into her past had revved Sam up greatly, and it was in that moment that she realized she had almost no idea what turned him on; really turned him on. His fantasies, his kinks, his fetishes, this new adventure they were on was meant to be all about communication, and communication was a two way street. Just the thought of learning new things about her husband, of helping him learn new things about himself, made her cunt gush. But what surprised her the most, what she hadn't expected, was how much re-living experiences from her own past turned her on.

Cathy had started having her partners pull out and cum on her body purely as a solution to the birth control problem, but what Sam didn't know, and what she wasn't sure she was ready to share just yet, was that it wasn't just a necessity, it was something she liked. Feeling the searing heat of their sticky loads slap her skin, watching their bodies contort in ecstasy, gave her an intense erotic boost. She thought back to Sam's spurting cock the night before. Then further back to Tom. Then further still to Chris. To Lenny.

Her body shuddered, her slick walls gripped and pulsed around her husband's thick, driving cock, and Cathy McGinnis, the pastor's wife, exploded in orgasm.

Sam felt his wife convulse and let out a long, strong moan. He sucked in breath through clenched teeth as he drove into her. He wanted to steer her all the way through her pleasure, but the sensations around his swollen cock and the erratic, wild moans from his wriggling wife, were all too much. He let out a loud, desperate grunt of his own as he lost control. He slipped his drenched cock out of Cathy's still-spasming center with abandon, gripped, stroked, and lassoed thick white ropes of cum across his wife's back and all over her heart-shaped cheeks.

Exhausted, the lovers both took a moment to catch their breath. Sam looked down on his work, at the white slippery streaks racing up his wife's back. He was impressed he could muster such volume after the previous night. She looked so sexy, splattered in his cream. It was something he never even thought to ask for, but was now quickly becoming something he was desperate to witness again.

Cathy looked back over her shoulder, shooting him the most devilish smile he'd ever seen.

"Umm; good morning, sweetie." she chuckled. His spent cock throbbed in his hand.

Cathy's eyes caught the clock on their bedside table and shot wide.

"Shit, we gotta get going!" Sam had completely lost track of time. It was Sunday morning, and he had a sermon to deliver. Church was the furthest thing from his mind, however. Cathy bounded up off the bed. Sam's eyes were glued to her as she padded off to the bathroom, a certain pep in her step, fresh semen cascading down her back.

He heard the shower turn on.

"What a woman," he thought.

Watching her husband from the pews, Cathy had a hard time focusing on the sermon he was giving. Her mind was on the activities of the previous evening, and the activities of the morning. She wondered if it was wrong, sitting there in church day dreaming about fucking her husband, being fucked by him, about his hot cum spurting out all over her, but every time she caught his eye and saw him try to suppress a smirk she knew he was thinking the same thing.

She was trying to keep her thoughts more Godly, but they just seemed to get dirtier. She thought about being up there with him tucked down behind the pulpit on her knees, taking him into her mouth while he evangelized, listening to his loud hallelujah when he finally filled her mouth with his cum.

She shook it off; thinking about doing naughty things to her husband was one thing, but feeling herself get moist under the eyes of the lord made her feel a little strange. It would just have to wait till later.

After the service, as the congregation mingled, Cathy made a B-line to Sandy. Sandy had been the one to give her the suggestion of opening up more with Sam, and she needed to tell her all about it.

"Sandy!" she almost yelled, touching her on the shoulder.

"Hey Cath, what's up?" Sandy was chatting with her husband Don and their best friend Kelly.

"I just wanted to um, thank you, for the advice you gave me yesterday. It was, very productive."

After a slight pause to try and remember what advice she gave, Sandy's eyes lit up, followed by a sly smile. "Oh! Of course; come with me, and tell me all about it!"

Sandy excused herself from her husband and friend with a wink, and slipped away with Cathy. Don and Kelly looked at each other and smirked knowingly at each other. What Cathy didn't know is that Sandy had told them both all about the conversation they had had at the pool party.

The three of them had met at Sandy and Don's for drinks that evening after the party. Their daughter Steph was out for the evening, as were Kelly's daughter Alex and her stepson Tim. They got to talking about the party, and about the new youth pastor Ginny. The girls agreed she was quite a hottie, and could tell by the way Don shifted around in his pants that he agreed as well.

This led Sandy to recount her talk with Cathy, and got the three of them speculating on the love life of their pastor and his wife. Don's pants began to grow tighter, and the girls began to tease him, making their idle speculations naughtier and naughtier, until the teasing stopped, and the two women gleefully found themselves on the floor, between Don's legs, taking turns sucking his cock.

This was not the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. Unbeknownst to anyone in their church, these three had been regularly enjoying each other physically for years. Their fellow parishioners would surely be shocked to find out what these three had done with each other, and others. Cathay would be shocked as well if she knew discussion of her conversation with Sandy led to Don taking turns fucking the two friends, to Don throwing his cock repeatedly into Kelly's cunt while she slurped his wife's cunt, and ultimately to the two women giggling and cheering as Don's cum exuberantly spurted out all over them both.

"So tell me all about it!" Sandy said, pulling Cathy into a secluded corner of the church.

"Wel

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1

Piper's Posts — Wed, 08 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1

Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv.

Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.

Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced.

Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than "oh my Gods".

In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all.

Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary, when he was young.

He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old.

As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation.

He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds.

He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be extremely open.

He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her.

Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush.

Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the cleanup much easier.

Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise.

He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air.

His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first night with his new bride.

Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her.

A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex.

An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well.

She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up.

She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her.

Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex.

Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path.

He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care; that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered.

When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes.

Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did.

Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet.

Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock.

It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him.

Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum.

He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special.

The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing.

The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat.

Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was his cum. This only made him throb harder.

They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now there was only one thing they both wanted.

Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air. He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them.

Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her nipple.

Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling center, but never finding the mark.

Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years since she last had sex.

Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed.

Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter.

He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what mattered.

She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies connected as one.

Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips. Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up with his thick, hard cock.

"Sam," she said breathlessly. She felt him twitch inside her. It made her smile.

"Yes?" he said, looking down at his new bride under him.

"Please, fuck me."

He smiled. He throbbed. He kissed her. He did as he was asked.

They rolled around the bed, gasping, feeling, experiencing each other for the first time. Thanks to Cathy's strategic blowjob, Sam was primed, allowing them to really enjoy their first time together.

When their coupling reached its feverish peak, a chorus of moans and gasps echoing through their hotel room, Sam thrust wildly into his new bride and erupted, filling her with his seed.

Cathy smiled. This was a first for her; Sam was the first person to ever cum inside her without a condom. At least on purpose, anyway. Her body didn't accept birth control, so it was condoms or nothing for her, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't at least one slip up along the way. It would be the first of many loads she accepted from him in the early days of their marriage.

Christine was born about 10 months later.

The pregnancy had been rough, and they stopped having sex a few months in. The birth of their daughter had also coincided with Sam finally achieving his dream of being the pastor of a church.

The two lost no love or affection for each other, but as their lives got busier, physical intimacy started to slide down the list of to dos. Add to that Cathy's desire to not have another child after the stress of the first pregnancy, and it meant that the times they did make love they were relegated to using condoms. They got the job done, but didn't exactly set their erotic lives on fire.

As Christine got older, and Sam and Cathy had more time to themselves, they realized their erotic life was something that needed more attention and care; enter the weekly scheduled sex night.

It started off great, those first few nights coming close to that fire they had for each other on their honeymoon, but soon, as these things do, they fell back into habit, and found their erotic lives filled with more rain checks than orgasms.

When they did make love, there was only one word Cathy could think of to describe it: efficient.

Like clockwork, some light foreplay would lead to Sam struggling to work the condom down over his cock, slip into her missionary-style, and begin thrusting. It's not that it was unpleasant, on the contrary, Sam always did his best to get her off, it was just routine. After her orgasm, or some nights in lieu of, Sam would grip her legs the same way, push deeply into her a four or five times, and fill the plasticky barrier.

Even when she didn't cum, she loved it when he did. The condom was a pain, for sure, but she loved the feeling of him on top of her, loving her, filling her up. The throb and twitch of his member as he emptied himself inside her always sent a pleasant tickle through her body, at least on the nights she got to experience it.

This was not one of those nights.

Cathy didn't blame her husband for falling asleep; he had been working very hard, preparing the church for the arrival of the new youth pastor Ginny, and her husband Todd.

Having a big in-ground pool meant the welcome barbecue was going to be at their house at the weekend, and the week had been spent preparing for a party that would see a large number of the church's congregation attend.

People started arriving around noon, with the guests of honor rolling in just before one. They were all smiles as they were greeted by their new community, and Cathy and Sam had met them both with handshakes and hugs.

It was the first time Cathy had met Ginny. Sam had spent a number of phone calls with her, going over details and theory, and had already met her in person on a number of occasions for lunch, or to show her around her new spiritual home.

He had never mentioned how pretty she was.

A gorgeous Filipino girl in her late twenties, Ginny had a big, beaming smile, and a casual style that wasn't provocative, but wasn't stuffy either. Sam was quick to lead them into the party, all smiles, giving Ginny plenty of attention. Sam was always so welcoming, so kind, and yet to Cathy's eyes she couldn't help but feel like there was an extra pep in his step as he introduced her around.

As they entered the party, Ginny's husband Todd's hand perched on her lower back just above her perky, young ass, Cathy couldn't help but wonder what their sex life was like.

Later, Cathy was sitting in quiet thought, idly stirring her drink, spaced out to the point that she didn't even hear the question from the person sitting next to her.

"Hmm? What's that, Sandy?"

"She was just being lewd, Cathy," Kelly piped in, across the table from her best friend, "don't pay it any attention."

"What! I just said, having this pool party was genius; I bet the boys can't wait to get a peek at what the new girl has hiding under her clothes! It's only natural, it's nothing scandalous." Sandy spun the stem of her margarita glass slowly. "In fact, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious myself!"

"Sandy!" Kelly chided playfully

"Oh come on, Kel, don't act like you're not looking forward to seeing what she looks like in a bathing suit!"

"I'm not!" Kelly said matter of factly, before a smile broke out across her face and she let slip "I'm more interested in her husband Todd." The two friends laughed, but Cathy only weakly smiled.

Cathy loved Sandy and Kelly; they were two best friends who were very much on her wavelength. They loved the church, loved the community, but were nowhere near as uptight and pious as some of the other congregation, Sandy especially.

As far as bodies went, Sandy had one to die for. Curves in all the right places, a mane of beautiful dirty blonde hair, and two magnificent breasts that seemed to defy age, gravity, and childbirth, Sandy was a knockout, and her husband Don was her equal in every way. It was tough for Cathy not to be jealous of Sandy and Don. It was clear that they were still very much in love, very much still physical with each other. They didn't flaunt it, and were never inappropriate, but Cathy could tell.

She was even embarrassed to admit she had touched herself in the shower at least once, thinking about what their sex must be like, jealous, wishing her own marriage could be as passionate.

If she only knew,

Kelly headed off toward the bathroom, and offered to get the girls more drinks, which they both eagerly accepted, leaving Cathy and Sandy alone. Sandy sipped her drink. She noticed a far-away look in Cathy's eye, and followed her gaze over to Sam, standing by the grill talking to Don. She didn't blame her, on either account.

Sam was a good looking guy, she wasn't so blind as to not notice, but Sandy couldn't help but take a minute to ogle her own husband. Fit and strong, he looked so good, his muscles shiny and golden, pouring out from the straps of his tank top. He was wearing the swimsuit she bought him for their trip to Ibiza. She felt a stirring in her loins as she remembered seeing that swimsuit out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around his ankles as Don fucked her in the ass on the balcony of their suite. It had been a while since she took him in her ass. She smiled as she contemplated surprising him with it when they got home that night.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandy said with a coy smile.

"Hm?" Cathy replied, distracted.

"I'm saying the grill ain't the only place you're gonna find some delicious meat, am I right?"

"Oh," Cathy said dreamily, "Sure."

Sandy eyed her friend suspiciously. Usually Cathy was happy to play along with some gentle lewd humor, but something was different. She had something on her mind.

Sandy decided not to push, but she didn't have to.

"Hey, Sandy, can I ask you something?" Cathy said, not looking at her friend, idly spinning the ice melting in her glass.

"Anything, love," Sandy responded, more curious than ever.

"You and Don, how often do you guys have sex?"

A smile broke out over Sandy's face. "Naughty, naughty, Mrs. McGinnis!"

"I'm not trying to be, I'm serious, Sandy, I know you're not shy."

"How often, like how many times a day?"

"A day?" Cathy almost spit, her eyes exploding up from her melting ice.

"I'm just kidding," Sandy laughed, "but the look on your face was priceless."

Sandy thought about what to say next. She could tell Cathy the truth, tell her that she and Don not only fucked very regularly, but that the also frequently enjoyed the company of other people in their bed as well, that there was at least one member of her husband's congregation with whom she had shared Don's cock, but Sandy knew that wasn't why she was asking.

"I think the question is, how often do You and Sam have sex?"

There was a long silence as Cathy decided whether or not she wanted to fully open this door with a member of the church, friend or not. But Sandy was a fellow married woman, and they were just talking about normal, important aspects of Godly, married life, right?

Sexual Equity: Part 4

Piper's Posts — Tue, 07 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Youth Sport: Kyle gets to know a minister better.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Kyle McQuary, newest research fellow at the John Burfitt Institute, and the Very Honorable May H. Van, MLA, CSS, Minister for Youth and Sport for the Province of Deltaland, drink tea in a café across from the provincial capitol.

Forward:

Sexual Equity is a philosophy that is the foundation of of government in the Pacific island nation of New Dorset. Sexual Equity is based on the notion that while men and women have equal value and should be equally free, fundamental differences make complete sexual equality impossible, and that it is equity (fairness and justice) that should be sought between the sexes. The adherents of Sexual Equity note the differences in male and female sexual drives, as well as differences in the ways men and women typically view hierarchy, status, and a culture of honor.

Origins of Sexual Equity

In a 1975 speech, Wanda Barnes, then the leader of the Women’s Caucus in the New Dorset House of Representatives, laid out the principles of Sexual Equity. She noted that New Dorset had been a leader in sexual equality: the first country in the British Empire to grant equal suffrage to women and also to elect a female member of its legislature, and the only country in the world that established dual constituencies, with one male and one female legislator elected from every constituency, guaranteeing equal numbers of men and women to Parliament.

Despite this nominal equality in government, she noted that continuing control by men in the political party system and in spheres outside government had stymied attempts at substantial reform. Despite the recent session had been concerned mainly with issues around independence: whether to become a republic instead of sharing the British monarchy, and how to reform the Senate and the system of honors. She claimed that these were issues of honor and status, of interest primarily to men, without addressing the important issues affecting women’s daily lives.

Hearkening back to difference between “dignified” and “efficient” parts of parliamentary government (see The English Constitution by Walter Bagehot), Barnes proposed a male monarchy and House of Lords, which would be symbolic and deal with issues such as honors and national symbols, and a female House of Representatives, which would form the executive and make the laws.

Adoption of Sexual Equity in New Dorset

Barnes’ proposals caused an uproar; she was accused of being sexist against men, and several male-led political parties took the opportunity to propose eliminating dual candidacies and repealing some of the previously passed women’s rights legislation.

The turning point was an overheard remark by the Minister for Home Affairs, Jason Campbell, saying that he would gladly give up the power to government in return for sexual favors. Although he quickly apologized, Wanda Barnes gave another speech (Second Sexual Equity speech of Wanda Barnes) pointing out the prevalence of female prostitution and the different sexual needs of men and women as exemplifying their differences and the need for equity rather than equality. Saying that she believed Campbell had nothing to apologize for, Barnes declared that she was proud of having been a prostitute in her youth (prostitution was particularly common in New Dorset: see Prostitution in New Dorset), that giving men pleasure was nothing to be ashamed of, and that sexual service is something women should be able to provide to men, if men can provide what women need as well.

After the speech, Barnes and some of her followers in the Women’s Caucus had a series of one-on-one meetings with Campbell and several other members of parliament, about which much has been rumored but little is known for certain. After those meetings, a constitution for New Dorset was adopted incorporating Barnes’s proposals, and also mandating that sexual service is mandatory for members of the House of Representatives and the various provincial legislatures (see Sexual Service in New Dorset). Campbell became New Dorset’s first king, and other male MPs who voted for the new constitution became the first dukes of the provinces.

“So, Mr. McQuary, now you’ve seen the centers in person. What did you think?

"Minister, I was very impressed. Back in the capital, we weren’t able to find funding to open youth centers more than three days a week. But here, you have care five days, plus classes and activities, even on weekends. The centers themselves are very nice, but it’s the level of funding that I can hardly believe.”

“Well, much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that. The last government worked out a grand bargain between all the cities and the provincial youth and senior citizens ministries to share staff and resources: all the ancillary support staff like cleaning, procurement, and personnel, and even things like using the same music instructors for youth and senior programs. Reducing redundant functions allowed us to redirect what funding we had toward front-line staff. We disagreed in a lot of other ways, but the last senior and youth ministers made a great accomplishment here.”

“It’s laudable of you to give so much credit to people you opposed.”

“Well, we’re all here to serve the public good. We can’t do our best for our constituents if we get caught up in squabbles.”

“Still, I find it admirable.”

“Well, thank you, Mr. McQuary.” The minister takes a last sip of her tea. “Is that everything you need for your report?”

“Yes, but there is something else I wanted to ask, Minis— is it OK if I call you May?”

The minister tenses up. She wasn’t expecting this. “Oh-kay,” she pronounces slowly.

“May, I’ve really liked working with you over the past few days, and walking around seeing your centers today was just wonderful. I really enjoyed it, and I think you did too. I’d like to take you out and spend some time together, see if we can get to know each other. You saw they’re doing ‘Once’ at the community theater here? I think you’d like it.”

“You want to go on a date. With me.”

Smiling, he says, “Yes, that’s what it’s called. Will you come?”

“Mr. McQuary—Kyle—you’re a nice guy, but I’m in the Legislative Assembly and a minister in His Highness’s government. You know what that means. I don’t go on dates.”

“What? Why not? I know your responsibilities. That doesn’t bother me.”

“They don’t bother you… We’re not just talking about long hours in committee hearings and late nights in the Ministry offices, right? You know what this job requires of me.”

“Yes, May, I know about your service obligation. That’s not a problem.”

“Not a… look, you might think you know, but there’s no way you could say that and really understand what it means.” She pauses and stares at him for a moment before getting her phone out of her purse and concentrating on it for a minute. “Ok, let’s go.” She stands up and takes a step. “Well, come on.” Kyle stands and May leads him into the capitol and down a back stair. They come to a security desk.

“Hi, Faith,” May says to the guard. “I have a perk booking for number three?”

“I wasn’t expecting… oh, I see you just made it. Of course, Minister. I’ll need to see both your IDs before I buzz you in.”

They show their IDs and are buzzed through the first door; May uses a key card to let them through a hallway and then into a small room with a divan and a closet. May opens a connecting door wide, using her purse as a doorstop to make sure it doesn’t close. She ushers Kyle through it and says “You wait in here, I’ll be just a minute.”

Kyle walks into the room, which has a bed, nightstand, tall chair, and a low stool. “May, wait a minute, this isn’t —”

“Kyle, you wait in there and then we can talk, okay?”

“Um, okay…”

May slides opens the closet and begins removing her clothes: first her shoes, then skirt. Kyle says “Um, May…” and looks away.

“No, I want you to look.”

He looks back at her as she places the skirt in the closet, and proceeds to do the same with her blouse, stockings, and underwear. She then dons a perfectly sheer robe from the closet, and walks into the room with Kyle. “Go on, have a seat.” Somewhat bemused, he gets up on the chair, and she brings the low stool in front of him and kneels on it, so her face is on a level with his pelvis, and then looks up at him. He stares down at her breasts, clearly visible through the robe.

“Twenty times a month, Kyle, I come down here, just like this, and say 'Hi, my name is May. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?’ That works out to about once every work day. I usually take a morning appointment, which means that every day before work, I’m in here having sex with some man whose name I’ll never know and who I’ll never meet again.

"I can see I’m turning you on. That’s sweet. It’s not fair of me to bring you down here, get you all hot, and then leave you hanging. Come on, let’s get those pants off.” She reaches up and unbuckles his pants, and pulls them and his underwear down. Kyle rises to let the clothes fall, but otherwise is too shocked to say anything. “Let me work on this a little,” she says, and takes his cock into her hands, running her hands up and down it, squeezing and massaging.

“Do you know why I met you at nine-fifteen today? It’s because between eight and nine, I was in the room next door, sucking some guy off. He was big, too, my jaw’s still a little sore from it.

"And I did the very same thing yesterday with a different guy, and the day before that, I was lying face-down on the bed while another guy fucked me from behind. And I’ll be here doing something just like that tomorrow, and Friday, and every day next week.”

“Here, let me see if I can get you off.” She kisses his glans and then licks it, and brings it into her mouth, moving up and down with lips and tongue. It isn’t long before his body stiffens and he ejaculates into her mouth.

“Mmm, yours isn’t bad,” says May. “Pineapple juice?” Kyle can’t do more than shake his head.

“So, Kyle, I hope you enjoyed yourself. I’m flattered you found me attractive. But I do this every day with a different man every time. I can’t have this job and still be a regular girl and go on dates and be in a relationship and meet the parents and go to Christmas holidays and… I just can’t do those things.

"Can I just say, 'Thank you for allowing me to serve,’ and then we can go back to being colleagues? I still want to help with your research.”

Kyle stares down at her. “May… that was amazing. Maybe the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. But 'Thank you for allowing me to serve’ isn’t my idea of pillow talk from someone I care about.”

May just looks up at him.

“I wasn’t going to get into this till later… but OK. Part of the reason I took a job out here was because I had a bad breakup with my fiancée. We were teenage sweethearts, and I thought we’d be together forever. But we had a problem. I couldn’t help… look, I’m a man, I’m attracted to women. We’d go out together, and I’d see a woman, and I’d look. Not crazy staring look, but just… notice her. And Ruby would catch me noticing, and she’d be mad. And jealous. And I’d feel like I was hurting our relationship. Eventually even when I was out by myself and I’d see an attractive woman, I’d feel like I was being disloyal just by noticing. And I couldn’t stop.”

“Well, yeah. Men notice women. Women notice men, too, for that matter. Your fiancée didn’t know that?”

“Maybe she did. I don’t know. But she made me feel that I was dishonoring our relationship just by noticing. And eventually I met someone who noticed me back, and since it felt like if I was already being unfaithful, what the hell… we did more than notice each other. Ruby couldn’t forgive me for it, and I don’t blame her. We broke up after that.

"I’ve thought about it a lot since. I know some men get into exclusive relationships and, maybe they notice others, but for them it’s not a big deal. But for me, it has to be,, after that. I don’t want to be in a relationship where I have to try to hide who I am or what I want. I need to be with someone who can let me explore that side of myself, without my being afraid of dishonoring the relationship. And that means I need to be with someone who doesn’t need me to be exclusive.

"So someone like you, with a service obligation – well, that’s just the perfect thing for me. Because I need someone who also doesn’t want to be exclusive. Either because she also wants to explore her other wants and needs, or because her career means that exclusivity isn’t an option. So May I really like you, but I’m also interested in you because you are what I’m looking for, that way. For me, your being in politics doesn’t mean you’re not a person I can date – it means you’re the only kind of person I can.”

May looks down and shifts uncomfortably.

“May, we will never be the only ones for each other, in terms of sex. I’m going to look at other women, and more than look, and I am going to sign up to receive service from other politicians, which I do appreciate for what it is. And maybe you’ll find someone else you want to have a fling with, and you’re definitely going to be here every morning, giving service to whoever is next on the waiting list. And for you and me, that’s a good thing.

"I want to go on dates with you, and get to know you. I can imagine… I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but you’re a person I can imagine holding close, sharing good and bad times with. It doesn’t bother me that you have sex with other guys. What bothers me is the thought of them leaving you alone afterwards.”

May tears up, just a bit. “You know, it’s not just down here … I mean, the duke, he likes having me. I get an audience summons at least once a week, sometimes a few times.”

“What? I thought he wasn’t supposed to repeat audience summonses, at least not often.”

“Well, he’s not, but that’s not a rule, it’s just something not usually done. He’s supposed to, you know, 'allow the honor of service to be shared,’ that kind of thing. But he’s been asking for me a lot. I mean, up until now, I haven’t minded… too much… he’s pretty gentle, most of the time, and it’s nice to feel wanted… even if it’s just because I look like the girls he knew overseas.”

“Well if it’s OK with you it’s OK with me. If I were the duke I’d want to have you too. I just wouldn’t want to send you home afterwards.”

May can’t help herself and sniffles. “But that is what he does… sends me home in the back of a car, all by myself… and I get home and…”

Kyle gets off the chair and kneels down next to May. He holds her hands, and she pulls herself together, just a bit.

“Kyle, you need to know… I’ve never… I mean, I’ve been with hundreds of guys, but it was all service. We came to this country with nothing when I was just a baby, and then my dad died, and Mom was really poor. She never had the money to give me the things all the other girls got… I was the only one with crooked teeth when everyone else got braces, the only one with small boobs when everyone else got implants, the only one who had to shave because she couldn’t afford hair removal treatment. And I looked different… nobody wanted me. The only way I could get those things was to borrow, and I went into commercial service to pay it off, where I was the exotic one… and then I graduated and went straight into politics. I never had a boyfriend, even a real date.”

“May, please, I can’t imagine anything better than being the man who could give you those things. You’ve had sex, but you’ve never had a lover. Can I be your lover?”

May nods. “Ok. Yes. I want to. So much. Yes. And I really do like you, Kyle, I had a wonderful time today too. I mean, outside, looking at the youth centers.” Then she pauses, and her eyes crinkle just a bit. “There’s only one more thing you need to know.”

“May, you can tell me anything.”

“All right. I saw a VIP preview of that production of 'Once’. It was awful. Truly terrible. If I could have walked out without causing a stir, I would have. Maybe we could see a movie instead?”

by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

Sexual Equity: Part 3

Piper's Posts — Mon, 06 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

An orientation continues, in the crib.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

After a few more seconds of staring, Rebecca says “Thank you. In a minute we’ll go into the crib. See the code by the door? You’ll need to remember it. You type that code on the keypad inside the crib to open the door to come back here again. If you type anything else security comes.”

“Ok, follow me into the crib.”

The crib is similar to the one in E2, but like the waiting room, is much larger. Here the bed is kingsized, with a nightstand on both sides. Some undulating couches line the walls. Several of the very low stools are stacked against one wall. Rebecca enters, picks up a stool and puts it in the middle of the floor. “This is a kneeling stool. You sit down with most of your weight on the seat, but it’s angled so your knees rest on the ground. Then you swing your legs underneath he stool again.” She demonstrates, kneeling, facing them. “See how I don’t sit on the robe, but directly on the seat. The seat pads are changed out after each appointment, with the other linen.

"Take a stool, and kneel, lining up in front of me.” The other women take stools and kneel on them, facing Rebecca. “You will sometimes end up kneeling on the floor, but for long periods, most women find that the stools are more comfortable. The rest of the orientation will be in this room and you’ll be kneeling for most of it. Kneeling helps remind us to be humble before the men we serve.

"When you’re kneeling before a man, you should keep your arms at your sides or behind you, never hiding yourself with them. And when you are addressing him, smile so he knows you are happy to serve. Remember to be happy, grateful, and humble before him.

"OK. Before we bring the instructors in, there are a couple things for us to talk about. First, I do need to mention feudal service. As you know, as elected officials you owe service to citizens here in the cribs, but just as important is the service you owe the king and the duke of your province. Sophie, since you’re an MP you’re not required to provide service to your duke, unless you want to.

"In theory, the King or your duke can come up to you on the street, say ‘Fuck me now,’ and you either have to do it or quit your job. That never actually happens. Almost always, what happens is that his scheduler calls your scheduler, they work out a time when you’re both available, and then he sends you a summons to an audience with him at that time. This is usually in the palace, or the duke’s apartments. There’s an audience room that is usually used, which is basically just a fancy crib, and you perform service, and go home.

"But you should be aware that this is just a convention and the feudal right to service is in theory unlimited. As long as he gives you enough time to do your official duties in the legislature, he has a right to service any time, all the time, and your only recourse is to quit your job.

"Although it hasn’t happened very often, there have been times when a king or a duke used their power to pressure officeholders to do things they wouldn’t have otherwise; sometimes official things, sometimes things in their personal lives. So just be aware it can happen. Kings and dukes have more power in our system than we sometimes give them credit for.

"Having said that, while federal ministers all provide feudal service at least once, many MLAs and backbench MPs, and most local government officials, are never summoned.”

“OK. Now let’s talk about your personal lives. I assume if you’re here, you’ve at least begun to explore how the people you love are going to handle your new obligations. Obviously we have the biggest challenge with husbands and other romantic partners, but our parents and children also often have issues with service.

The Service Office has counselors who can help you and the people in your lives work through it. If you’re married or partnered, you should know they have a lot of experience with adapting relationships to the reality of service, by working with you both to redefine fidelity and establishing new ground rules for your marriage. Contact the Service Office at any time for a counseling appointment.

"The last thing I want to talk about is pregnancy and disability. Is there anybody here who hasn’t had their contraceptive implant?”

Lucy raises her hand. “I wasn’t going to get mine unless I actually won, and I haven’t had time since yesterday. I thought, if I lost, I might want…”

Rebecca says, “Sure. We’ll just make sure you don’t do anything today that would be a problem. You should also consider getting an antimenstrual. Although it’s possible to plan your service around your period, a man is not required to accept service from a woman who is actively menstruating. And if you’d really rather try to just plan around it, you should still maintain your contraceptive implant. Unwanted pregnancies can happen, and if it does you’ll probably never know who the father is; we’re not allowed to disclose anything about any of the patrons, under any circumstances.

"Of course, you might want to get pregnant; this is not discouraged. But there is always some confusion about pregnancy and service. Being pregnant does not excuse you from providing service. We’ve had MPs who were nine months pregnant in here providing service. What is true is that if your doctor says that because of the pregnancy, sex is contraindicated during pregnancy or immediately after the birth, your inability to give service during this time can be excused, and you can still participate in government. That’s different than other kinds of disability. If you have any other kind of injury and are unable to meet your service obligation, you cannot vote or act as a minister. MPs have 90 days to get a clean bill of health and meet their service obligation, or their seat is deemed vacated. Each province has different rules about disability vacancy, and I don’t know them all, but providing service is considered an absolute prerequisite for governing. Some people justified the excusing of pregnancy related disabilities based on the idea that 'pregnancy is another kind of service,’ but that’s a very limited exception.

"Any questions?”

Holly says, “What happens if I’m menstruating and the man refuses?”

“Good question. If for any reason service isn’t performed successfully, whether because of menstruation, or the man doesn’t feel satisfied, or you miss an appointment, or whatever, it doesn’t count as meeting your obligation, and you will also have to add an additional service obligation before the end of the next month. It doesn’t matter whose fault it is. There’s a process if there’s a dispute about whether service was performed successfully, or if either a man or woman has ongoing issues, but it’s almost never needed.

"OK, anything else? If not I’m going to bring the instructors in.”

Rebecca rises, presses a button on the wall marked Ready, and returns to the stool. She turns it so she can see both the women and the door marked Men’s Exit. After a minute, Mr. M and Mr. V walk in from that door, wearing their wraps.

Rebecca smiles, looks up at them, and says “Hello. My name is Rebecca. May I serve you by continuing the orientation?”

Mr. M replies, “Yes, Rebecca. Please carry on.”

Rebecca says “Thank you, sir.” Addressing the women, she says, “In this room, above all else, we women are here to serve. Outside this room, Mr. M and Mr. V are under my authority as the head of the Service Office. In this room, I serve them, and I must get their permission before continuing.” Again addressing the instructors and smiling, she asks, “Sirs, may I remove your wraps?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” says Mr. M.

Rebecca rises, walks to the instructors and removes each of their wraps, placing them on hooks by the door. Again, a few of the women can’t help but giggle. Rebecca returns to her stool and again addresses the women. “Again with the giggling. Remember, as MLAs, over a typical four year session, you’ll provide service to almost five hundred men, a thousand if you’re a provincial minister or an MP. You’ll get all kinds; young, old, fat, skinny, tall, short. And you’ll see, and touch, all kinds of cocks; big ones, little ones, hopefully mostly hard ones but not always. The thanking ritual we’re about to do is something we do in orientation, to get you used to seeing and touching them in this context.” She turns to the men, smiling once more, and asks. “Sirs, may we thank you properly for our service?”

Mr. M says “Yes, Rebecca,” again.

Rebecca says to the women, “I’ll go first. Follow my lead: do as I do.” Rebecca rises, walks over to Mr. M, and kneels on the ground before him. Taking his penis lightly in both her hands, she kisses the glans, then looks up into his eyes, and smiles. “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” She then releases the penis, rises, and kneels before Mr. V. Again, she takes the penis, kisses it and thanks him. Then, she rises again and returns to her stool.

“All right. Eva, you’re first. Stand up, go to Mr. M, and kneel before him. Take his cock in your hands; no, both hands, hold it loosely, and then kiss it. Good. Now look up at him, smile, and say 'Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.’” Eva repeats it. “Good. Now let go, stand up, and kneel before Mr. V, and do it again.

One by one, each of the women performs the ritual for each man. "Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity to serve.” Holly can’t get through it without laughter, and so Rebecca makes her repeat it four times before Holly finally manages to thank both men properly.

After the last woman returns to her stool, Rebecca again kneels before Mr. M, takes his penis and kisses it before smiling and looking up at him. This time she says “On behalf of the Parliamentary Office for State Service, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.” At that, Mr. M says “Thank you, Rebecca,” dons his wrap, and exits the room. She repeats the process for Mr. V, and he also leaves.

Rebecca returns to her stool and addresses the women again. “We’ll call them back shortly, but first, think about how it feels to do what you’ve just done. Think about who you are now that you’ve done it. State service isn’t mainly about how it makes the men feel, although it is about that. It’s mainly about the way it makes you feel. It’s about reminding you that even though you have the power to make law and run the government, and in some cases you may even have the power of life and death, you exercise that power as servants of the people.

"You, as officeholders, are the embodiment of the government. The men in this room are, in turn, the embodiment of the people, who are sovereign over this country and from whom your power derives. These roles you embody are acted out by your actual bodies.

"In serving these men you are manifesting democracy itself: the principle that it is the government that serves the people, and not the people who serve the government. And as that principle is so fundamental to democracy, we must manifest it fundamentally: by serving in the most visceral, instinctual way possible. There is no surer way to break through the crust of our conscious mind through to our emotional, instinctual selves than through sex. While the immediate object of what we do is the pleasure of the patrons, its more important purpose is to use our animal natures to shape ourselves into responsible stewards of the nation. I hope you can remember that. Every time you give service, you should remember.

"Now, we’ve each thanked Mr. M and Mr. V for the opportunity to serve, but as I said, that’s a ritual we do just in training and counseling sessions. Actual service consists of pleasing the man to the point of climax. The patron has the right to request service by hand, mouth, or by intercourse, and you’re required to make a good faith effort to pleasure him enough to bring him to orgasm.

"So, we will complete today’s orientation by actually going through with some sexual acts, although because these are Service Office instructors, they can’t count toward your service obligation. Unfortunately we don’t have the time, nor our instructors the stamina, for all of us to provide service today, but we will give pleasure to both of our instructors.

"Before we do that, I’ll teach you the traditional greeting and farewell. When the man first comes in, you greet him by saying 'Hello, my name is’ and then your first name, and then "May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?’” Let’s try it, one by one. Eva?“

"Hello, my name is Eva. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?”

“Good. Holly?” They each repeat it, one after the other. After the last one, Rebecca says “That’s great, you’re all stars. Remember that no woman in here uses anything but her first name—when the prime minister comes in, she says 'Hello, my name is Judy’ like anyone else. And we never ask the name of the men we’re serving, and even if they say it, we never use it. It’s always 'Sir.’ Also, although the patrons can talk about whatever they want, you mustn’t discuss or answer questions about anything other than your service here.

"Now, the farewell statement is slightly different depending on your role, but it is basically 'On behalf of’ whoever you’re part of, 'thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.’ Lucy, you’ll say 'On behalf of the City of Poole,’ and Sophie, you’ll say 'On behalf of the House of Representatives.’ The rest will say 'On behalf of the Deltaland Legislative Assembly,’ There will be more to learn if you ever become a minister.

"Ok, so let’s start with Sophie and Lucy. Sophie?”

“On behalf of the House of Representatives, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

“Good. Lucy?”

“On behalf of the City Council of Poole”

Rebecca interrupts. “Just the City of Poole.”

“Right. On behalf of the City of Poole, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

And then, Eva, what do the rest of you say?

“On behalf of the Legislative Assembly of the Province of Deltaland, I thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

Rebecca asks each of them to repeat it in turn, and when this is satisfactory, says “Once you bid him farewell, you rise and return to the lounge. As you rise, you again become the self you are on the outside, the leader, the decision maker. That is when you should allow yourself to feel proud of all you’ve accomplished, proud of what you’ve done in the world and most of all, proud of the service you’ve just provided. Be humble until then, but as you rise, be proud.

"Ok, we’ll call the instructors back now, one at a time. Can I have two volunteers? Lucy, this is what you shouldn’t do at the moment.”

After a pause, Brooke raises her hand. “No one else?” asks Rebecca. “I can do it, but it’s really better for you to step up.” Elizabeth slowly raises her hand. Rebecca says, “Great. Brooke, you go first. At this point, you should take my place at the front. We’ll each keep our own stools. I’ll tell you what to do and say, but you’ll be the one performing service. Okay? You sit here.” They switch places.

“When you’re ready, press the button on the wall, and then come back to your spot.” Brooke does. A few moments later, Mr. M. walks through the door. Rebecca shoots a look at Brooke, who remembers to smile and say, “Hello, my name is Brooke. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?”

Mr. M says “Brooke, I would like you to serve me with your mouth.”

Rebecca says “OK, Brooke. We usually perform oral service using the chair. He sits in the chair, and you use your stool to sit before him. You can say 'Would you like to sit in the chair, sir?’ But there’s not really a script for this part. He might also prefer to lie in bed and have you fellate him there.”

Brooke says, “Sir, would you like to sit in the chair?”

Mr. M says “Yes, Brooke, I would.” Mr. M sits in the chair, and Brooke moves her stool in front of him.

“I think I know this part,” says Brooke, and first opens Mr. M’s wrap, and then begins kissing and then licking Mr. M’s penis, while massaging his testicles with her fingers. As the penis stiffens, Brooke takes it fully into her mouth.

“Look at Brooke,” says Rebecca to the rest of the women. “Imagine that it’s you, because soon it will be. Imagine what it feels like to be down there, kneeling before this man, holding him in your mouth, acting only for his pleasure.”

Mr. M strokes Brooke’s hair as she moves her mouth up and down his penis. Soon Mr. M is moaning softly, and it is not long before he gasps, his body stiffens, and his eyes roll upward. From Brooke’s reaction it’s clear he’s ejaculated down her throat. She then pulls away from him.

Rebecca says “Wait just a minute or two while he recovers, and then thank him.”

After a moment Mr. M comes back to himself, and Brooke smiles and says, “On behalf of the Legislative Assembly of the Province of Deltaland, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service.”

Mr. M says, “Yes, Brooke, it was very good. You should ask before removing the wrap, but I haven’t had many first timers do that well.” He closes his wrap, stands up and leaves.

Rebecca says, “All right. Elizabeth, you’re the next volunteer. Please bring your stool up to the front, and then Brooke, take Elizabeth’s place. Elizabeth, before you press the button, I have some questions for Brooke.”

They settle in, and Rebecca asks, “Brooke, how do you feel?”

“Well tired a bit, and a bit sore. I don’t do that very often.”

“I see. I meant, what’s your emotional state? What are your feelings right now?”

Brooke looks pensive. “I guess I’m pleased with myself. Mr. M seemed happy and I feel like I did a good job of giving pleasure. It felt great to have him come, like I had accomplished what I set out to do. I can’t say it makes me feel like the embodiment of democracy, though.”

Rebecca chuckles. “No, of course not. But think about it this way. You just got elected to be one of the leaders of your province. You’ll be sitting on committees, making important decisions about new laws and programs, representing your people in the legislature. Somebody might say that someone in that situation might feel she was too good to lower herself before a man and give him carnal pleasure. And yet you said you felt great about it, you got a lot of satisfaction. Right?”

Brooke says “Well, yes.”

Rebecca says “So this experience has taught you that you can get satisfaction from service, even this, which might be considered menial or vulgar. You should get satisfaction from service in governing, too. It’s easy to imagine someone in the legislature getting caught up in utopian dreams, or consumed by hunger for power. But your experience here powerfully reinforces that service gives satisfaction. And you’ll be reminded of this over and over, ten times a month as a backbench MLA, and even more if you become a minister. You will feel the value of service, and because it’s sexual service, with that direct line to the visceral and instinctual, you’ll feel it not just in your conscious mind but on the deepest level. And as these men represent the people, your strong, instinctual attachment to the principle of service will extend to your work as officeholders. And you’ll be a better leader and make bett

Sexual Equity: Part 2

Piper's Posts — Sun, 05 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

An orientation to the obligations of Sexual Equity.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Forward: About New Dorset.

New Dorset is an island, and nation-state, in the northeast Pacific. Located 450 km southwest of the Baja California peninsula, it is the largest territory (other than Antarctica) to have no native population when first discovered by Europeans. It was first discovered in 1533 by Spanish explorers, but no Spanish presence was ever established, and it was disputed between Spain and Britain until Spain withdrew its claim in 1815. It was colonized by the British beginning in the early 1800s, and given its independence along with other British dominions in 1931.

New Dorset is a constitutional monarchy with a parliamentary government, with a constitution in broad terms similar to that of the United Kingdom and many former British colonies, but governed under the unique principles of Sexual Equity.

New Dorset has 8,671,074 inhabitants. and the capitol is Dorchester.

The Duchies, or provinces are:

Bathurst, whose capitol is also Dorchester, has 832,092.
Wilmot-Horton, whose capitol is Portsmouth, has 2.046,189.
Goderich, whose capitol is Poole, has 1,100,280.
Deltaland, whose capitol is Stafford, has 1,195,146.
Alicia, whose capitol is Taylorville, has 1,024,764.
Helenia, whose capitol is Jenkins, has 1,040,141.
Louisia, whose capitol is Kibblewhite, has 537,428.
Beatricia, whose capitol is Packman, has 895,034.

Orientation begins:

Twelve women in the their twenties and thirties, dressed in pantsuits or blazers and skirts, file in to the conference room and sit around the table. At first, they talk of their journeys here to the capital; soon he discussion turns to constituency office staffing and committee assignments. Finally an older woman, about fifty, comes in, wearing a “State Service Office” badge on a lanyard.

“Hello. Welcome to State Service Orientation. I’m Rebecca Upston, the Parliamentary Commissioner for State Service. Angela, who usually does new officeholder orientation, is off today, so you get me; I’m the head of the program. Thanks for coming on time. I know this seems uncomfortable and frightful for some of you, but don’t worry, for almost everyone orientation, and service generally, turns out to be a good experience. Can you introduce yourselves? Just first names here. You can call me Rebecca.”

They go around the room, and each says her name. Rebecca makes a point of repeating them back. “Georgia.” “Eva.” “Lucy.” “Holly.” “Bella.” “Brooke.” “Samantha.” “Jasmine.” “Sophie.” “Madison.” “Summer.” “Elizabeth.”

Rebecca says, “Great. And most of you are new members of the Legislative Assembly from; which province was it, Deltaland, right? Except Sophie, who won the federal by election in MacVicar, and Lucy, who is the newest city council member in Poole. Her election was just two days ago. Thanks for coming down so quickly.

“Congratulations to all of you on running for and winning office, on being chosen to represent and lead your people. What we are here for today may not seem like it has much to do with what you do in the legislature, but you’ll see that it does.

“I was an MP for twelve years and on my city council for four years before that, so even before this job, I did my share of state service. A lot of women come in with ideas about service that are pretty far off, so even though we provide you with written materials, we have everyone do an in-person orientation. You’ve all read the ‘Your Service Obligation’ booklet, right?” A series of nods.

“All right. Let’s begin he orientation by letting me show you through your part of the selection process. Servitrixes , that’s what we call women who have a service obligation, go online each month and sign up for service room assignments. By the way, in real life nobody ever calls them ‘service rooms,’ they’re always called ‘cribs,’ except in the paperwork. Anyway, the Service Office will send you the date each month when you’re eligible to select times and places. You get a different date depending on whether you’re a minister, an MP, an MLA, or what. If it’s available, you’re allowed to choose any crib, anywhere. Usually, you’ll want to pick one near where you work, but it’s up to you.”

She calls the web site up on the projector and goes through a sample assignment selection process. “You pick the number of appointments you need each month for your obligation. Each appointment time lasts an hour. Ten minutes at the beginning is for preparation and fifteen at the end is for clean-up, so if you have two crib assignments in a row, you’ll have a twenty-five minute break in between.”

“What if we forget to sign up?” asks Georgia.

“Well, you can always sign up late, and be limited to whatever crib spaces are available. We’ll try to accommodate you if we can. Ultimately, it’s your responsibility to make sure you can fulfil your service obligation. If you don’t, you can end up before the Joint Disciplinary Committee, and ultimately lose your seat. So don’t do that. Sign up early, get convenient crib assignments, do your service, and then go back and run the country. That’s how service is supposed to work. All the details are on the help pages online.”

“OK, so that’s how you’ll sign up. I want to give you a a general idea about how patrons (men who receive service) sign up too. Patrons sign up on a weekly basis instead of a monthly basis, and select their preferences from the service room assignments you’ve chosen. They select their preferred times and servitrixes, and the system matches them up. There are a lot more men who want to receive service than servitrixes to provide it, so there’s a complicated system for building the waiting list. Patrons get priority firstly on how long they’ve been waiting, then on whether they live in the constituency of the woman in question, and last on whether they’ve received any honors – lords, knights and members of the various orders of merit all have their own priority levels.”

“I thought earls and lords could get service anytime they wanted,” asked Lucy.

“No, just the duke of each province and the king. Nobles get some preference, but if a regular man with no honors has been waiting longer than an earl, he will get service even if the earl has to wait. Where the honors make a difference is in whether they get their first choice of servitrix.

Samantha asks, "Why do we sign up monthly when men sign up weekly?”

“It just works out better that way; it allows women to establish their schedules in advance, which is especially important for women like the foreign minister, who has to make sure she squeezes in her service obligation in between foreign trips. For men, it’s easier to pick appointment times closer to when they’ll actually go, and weekly signups allow the waiting lists to shuffle more often, which gives a sense of progress, even if the wait isn’t really any different in the long run. As long as you sign up on time for your assignments, the difference won’t affect you.

"Oh, one other thing you should know: if a crib isn’t being used, servitrixes can sign up to use it for whatever they want; either take a friend down there, or just use the lounge to take a nap or something. Perk bookings open up at the beginning of the week, after any late assignments.

"Any other questions? OK, they should be ready for us in the cribs now.”

Rebecca leads the women out of the conference room and into the hall. They pause in the Grand Hall on the way to the stairs. “Parliament House is a beautiful place to work. State service reminds us of our responsibility to the citizens, but the building reminds us how glorious our country is and what a privilege it is to lead it. We who work here are fortunate, especially the MPs. State service might seem like an heavy burden at times, but it’s a small price to pay. I don’t regret a day of it.”

They descend a stairway and travel down another hall, and come to an alcove marked Service Rooms; East, where two athletic men in their twenties are standing.

“Hello, Ms. Upston.”

“Hello, gentlemen,” says Rebecca. “These are two of our instructors. We don’t use names for our patrons, so for now we’ll just call them Mr. M and Mr. V.” They exchange a round of greetings.

Rebecca addresses a woman in a security uniform sitting behind a glass window in the back of the alcove.

“Hi, Harper,” says Rebecca. “Harper here is our first line of security. We know you are in a vulnerable position with you don’t know, so we take security very seriously at the Service Office, especially here at Parliament House. We show you this side during orientation so you can feel confident in your safety. You’ve all gone through body scanners to get into Parliament House. Security’s even tighter down here. No man can get into the cribs until the guard gives them a key and buzzes them in. Harper, can you check in Mr. M and Mr. V?”

Harper checks their IDs and then passes two plastic rings through the window, and the two men each take one. Mr. M puts the ring on a finger, then presses the ring to a badge reader next to a door; Harper presses a button and the door opens. A short hallway is visible, with another door at the other end. Rebecca says, “The door opens only when guard buzzes the doors at the same time the key is used. Every entrance and exit to the cribs is protected by a set of double doors, which can’t open at the same time, so nobody can sneak through.”

Mr. M leads the others through the hallway, and they find themselves in a room with a bench, a row of lockers, and a stack of what look like towels on a shelf above a hamper. There are doors marked To Exit and Washroom/Showers, and a hallway marked To Service Rooms.

Rebecca says “There are twenty cribs in Parliament House: seven in the south wing, ten in the west wing, and this the smallest set, with just three. Usually all the Parliament House cribs are pretty busy. Backbench MPs usually do service in Parliament House, as do ministers of the major departments like the Foreign Ministry and Defense, since those offices don’t have their own cribs. Ministers whose offices are in the North and South Executive Buildings generally use the cribs there.

"This is the locker room for the east cribs. Men can’t take anything into the cribs with them from the outside, anything at all. No clothes, no jewelry, nothing except their ring key. They have to take off everything and leave it here. Gentlemen, will you demonstrate?”

The instructors remove their shoes, pants, and shirts and put them in lockers. Mr. V removes a gold chain from around his neck; Mr. M removes a piercing from his ear, a gold ring from his finger, and a wristwatch. All go in the lockers. Finally, they remove their underwear, and turn around, facing the officeholders totally nude except for the plastic ring keys on their fingers. Rebecca says, “Please, take a good look,” and the two instructors pause as the women examine them..

A few titters escape the women’s mouths. Rebecca says, “We always get a few gigglers here at orientation. But you’ll have to get used to seeing men like this. We’ll talk more about that later. First, let’s finish seeing security.

Meanwhile, Mr. M takes one of the cloths that look like towels. "These wraps are all patrons are allowed to wear,” he says. “It’s not much, but having something makes most of us more comfortable while we wait.” He puts it around his lower torso and presses it closed. “There’s no pockets or anything, so you can see why the keys are made like rings; we don’t have to worry about losing them. We need the ring to open our locker and get our clothes after service.” Mr. V also takes a wrap and puts it on.

They continue on into the hallway marked To Waiting Room. In the hallway is another security checkpoint with a fullbody scanner, with entry and exit doors; a male security officer stands behind a glass wall.

Rebecca says, “We’re always extra careful. We know you’re in the public eye and we don’t want anything to happen to any of you. So we have another checkpoint here. Lucas here does a visual inspection, and then the scanner verifies that the man has left absolutely everything in the locker room.”

The scanner door opens, Mr. M steps inside, and the door closes behind him. Lucas says, “Please remove your wrap, sir.” Mr. M does, and the guard makes a point of examining him thoroughly. “You may put it back now, sir,” says Lucas. Mr. M does so, and then Lucas operates the scanner, which is silent. “Thank you, sir,” says Lucas, and the rear scanner door opens. Mr. M goes through the door, and it closes behind him.

Lucas goes through the same procedure with Mr. V. Rebecca says, “Only patrons are allowed in the waiting room, so we will be heading out now.”

Bella says, “Is there something special in the waiting room that we can’t see?”

“Yes, actually. Official portraits. At one point, it was decided that the old practice of displaying portraits of past and present ministers and officers of Parliament was one of the honors women would renounce. Instead, it was decided that official portraits would be made in the act of giving service, and they would be displayed in the waiting rooms to help patrons get in the proper mood.”

Lucy is alarmed. “But they said service was private, that nobody got to see us.”

“Well, nobody gets to see except the patrons. This is why you’re not allowed in there. The waiting room is highly restricted. Nobody is ever allowed in except men waiting for service. Even I’ve never seen any of the official portraits except my own.”

Sophie says, “I’d like to know about that.”

Rebecca laughs. “Maybe later. Anyway, don’t worry, only ministers and a few others are required to have their portraits posted, and in any case only the men actually waiting for service can see them. We can have no expectation of privacy from our patrons. And the portraits do an important job, of helping patrons get themselves ready for what is about to happen. It’s just another kind of service.”

“Anyway, when the woman in the crib signals that she’s ready to begin, there will be an announcement in the waiting room. The man then uses his key to access the hallway that leads to the crib, and then the crib itself. The main security office has a door to the hall, to come if you call, and the hall is also used by housekeeping staff who wipe up and change the linens after every appointment.

"For now, our instructors will stay in the waiting room while we go around to the women’s entrance.”

Rebecca leads the women out through the locker room and a series of hallways with doors back to the service room entrance alcove. She counts the women, and says “Harper, we’re all clear.”

Rebeca leads the women back to the stairwell. “We actually have to go up and over to get to the women’s entrances. We don’t want any mistakes.”

Lucy asks, “Are all cribs this secure?”

“Well, mostly. No matter what, we always have separate men’s and women’s entrances, and there’s always a guard on the men’s side who makes sure patrons can’t bring anything inside, monitors who enters the cribs, and who is there to help if called. But all security is stronger for our national leaders. The truth is that we’ve never had a problem where somebody who wasn’t supposed to be in a crib tried to get in to hurt someone, not even here in the capital.”

Rebecca leads them up the stairs, back through a set of hallways, and down another stairway. At the bottom, a woman in a security uniform sits at a counter, behind another glass window with a locked door. Rebecca says, “Matilda here will check your IDs and buzz you in.”

Matilda checks each ID before allowing the group through another set of double doors into another hallway, this one with doors labeled E1 through E3.

Rebecca says, “We’re going to do most of the rest of orientation in E1, but that’s an extra-large crib we use for orientations and other special occasions. Before we go there, I want to show you E2, which is a regular crib. The first room is your lounge, where you can freshen up. There’s a small washroom with a toilet and shower, and an area where you can rest and change clothes. Then after that is the crib itself, which has a bed, a chair, and a stool. I’ll explain that in a bit, but go on into E2 and see what it’s like.” Rebecca opens the door with her badge.

Each goes into E2 and looks around. The lounge has an area rug covering most of the floor, a daybed and a small clothes closet with a mirror on the door. The washroom is small but well stocked with toiletries. Next to the door to the crib is wall decoration reading “Happiness / Gratitude / Humility” and a small whiteboard marked “Today’s code: 2701”.

Inside the crib is a full-size bed, made up with just a fitted sheet. It’s pressed up against the wall on one side, and on the other side there’s a low chest of drawers. Across from it there’s also a chair with a seat raised off the ground, and a very low stool in front of it. This room has a rug on the floor also. On the far wall is a door marked Men’s Exit. Next to the door back to the lounge there are some pushbuttons and a keypad.

After each has a look, Rebecca reaches into the E2 lounge, presses a button on the wall marked Finished, and exits the room, closing the E2 door behind her. Then she shows the officeholders into E1. The lounge here is similar, but much larger, with two couches and a large closet, and mirrors lining the walls; the washroom has a toilet and shower but also a whirlpool bath. It has the same decoration and whiteboard next to the crib door.

Rebecca says, “This is the biggest crib we have, which is why we use it for orientation: there’s no way this many women could fit in E2. At the same time, E2 is much more like the cribs you’ll be using. This room is booked up quickly.

"Now is when you will be first introduced to what State Service is really like. The first step is to change your clothes. You should remove everything: clothes, jewelry, hair bands, whatever you have on, and put on a service robe. Let me know if your robe is too long; it shouldn’t go down to your knees.” She opens the closet and hands each woman a garment bag and a thigh-length, very sheer robe.

Eva looks at the robe and asks, “What’s the point of wearing this thing? There’s not even any lace. They can see everything anyway, we might as well just be naked.”

Rebecca says, “Yes, Eva, it doesn’t hide anything, but that’s not the point of wearing this. We provide service not only in what we do but in how we look, and not only in how we look to the men but how we look to ourselves. Nudity isn’t necessarily sexy; it can be pretty ordinary. We’re all nude when we take baths, or change our clothes. These robes are a reminder, partially to the men but mostly to ourselves, that we are here in their service. In here, we reveal ourselves in every way, even If we wear a robe, even if we do what usually conceals. So we’re more nude than nude in these. And before you ask, yes I’ll be wearing one too. Out there, I’m a Parliamentary Commissioner; when I come in here, I’m a woman providing service, like any of you. Counselors and managers in the Service Office are the only women other than elected officials who have a citizen service obligation.

"So, please place your clothes in the garment bags; we’ll put them in the closet.”

Each of the women begins to remove her clothes and place them in the garment bag. As they do, Rebecca says, “Don’t be shy about looking at each other. Servitrixes need to get used to being looked at.” Each woman puts on her very thin and sheer robe, and hangs the bag in the closet. “Sophie, your robe is a little long; can you exchange with Bella? You don’t want it to g

Sexual Equity: Part 1

Piper's Posts — Sat, 04 Oct 2025 11:23:00 -0500

Whoesoever; A Sci Fi Fantasy Story.

Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms.

In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant.

Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience.

Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window.

"I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard.

"ID, please?"

Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?"

Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro.

"Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses.

"Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger.

Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers.

He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal.

Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10.

Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap."

Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir."

Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms.

Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls.

Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman.

Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer.

He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in.

The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body.

With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..."

Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you."

Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?"

"Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derrière. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft.

"I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used.

She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?"

Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him.

"No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir."

Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you."

"Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me."

Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more."

Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?"

Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you."

Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good."

Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall.

After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—"

"Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?"

Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions."

"Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir."

"No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild."

Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside."

"But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there."

Ryan stares at her, nonplussed.

"Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it.

"I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth."

Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again..

"Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in."

Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect.

"This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person."

"You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derrière. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room."

She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?"

Ryan could.

Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?"

Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country."

She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door."

She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service."

She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him.

"Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this."

Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says.

"Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room.

Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in.

Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits.

Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister."

"Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?"

"Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30."

"When's my next service appointment?"

"Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten."

"Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs.

To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 3

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 03 Oct 2025 14:30:00 -0500

Looking for more game-play.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could. Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well? Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in? What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him, he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

Throwing caution to the wind, Ashley leaned forward and planted a long and sensuous kiss on Michael’s lips. By the end of it, her tongue had found his for the first time, to both of their delights.

“Why don’t you come in and stay a while?” she asked as they parted.

“But… wouldn’t Liz mind?”

“Liz already told me she’ll be gone ‘til tomorrow. We have the place to ourselves.” Sensing his hesitation, she continued, “Michael, believe me when I say that I swore at the start of the night this wouldn’t happen. No matter how well tonight went… I had no intention of inviting you in after one date. Yet, here we are, and I don’t want the night to end. No pressure, no expectations, I just… I want to spend more time with you. I mean, it is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I do consider you my Valentine.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one?” Michael laughed. “I’d love to spend more time with you tonight, but only if you’re sure.”

Another peck on the lips, and Ashley said, “Positive.”

Taking Michael’s hand, Ashley practically dragged him into the apartment and locked the deadbolt behind her. She then took Michael’s suit jacket from him, hanging it on the back of a chair at the breakfast nook. Before long, she had kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa.

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 02 Oct 2025 14:29:00 -0500

Smack-talking with a hot babe gamer.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“Dude, you won’t believe what happened today,” Michael called out as he arrived back at his apartment.

“What’s up?” Antonio asked from the sofa.

“You know the girl from the basketball games?”

“That hot little trainer? Yeah?”

“She’s a member of the A U Pokémon League!”

“Are you serious?! Wha… what happened? Did you talk to her?” he asked.

“Yeah, we played a couple of games. She’s good; maybe the best I’ve ever played against,” Michael replied.

“That’s all? You just… played video games?” Antonio wondered, cocking his eyebrow.

“I, uh, might have also gotten her to agree to come to the Valentine’s Day dance with me,” Michael admitted.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about!” Antonio cheered, fist-bumping Michael. “You got a big day tomorrow. You ready for this?”

“To be honest… no, I’m not.”

“Whatchya mean?”

“Dude, I’ve never been on a real date before, let alone had an actual girlfriend!” Michael replied. “I don’t know the first thing about women!”

Grinning, Antonio said, “Don’t you worry; I got your back.”

“Yeah, says my gay roommate,” Michael teased.

“Not cool, dude. Here I am, trying to help you out, and you gotta go and question my sexuality!” Antonio fired back with a laugh. “But in all seriousness, if you doubt which way I swing… you could always ask Allison Smallwood.”

“You and Allison Smallwood?”

“You bet your ass! We’ll be at the dance tomorrow.”

“Lucky bastard…” Michael grumbled.

“Hey, I’ve seen that trainer you’ve been pining over. You ain’t got nothing’ to be jealous of! Her name’s Ashley, right?”

“Yeah, but how’d you know?”

“Allison told me,” Antonio said. “I was trying’ to gather information in case you needed a stronger shove to chat her up.”

“I take it back. You’re not a lucky bastard, you’re a sneaky bastard!”

“Damn straight! Now, let’s get you ready for your big date. Take a seat, my man.” As Michael plopped down in the chair across from him, Antonio continued, “Now, the first rule to remember is that she’s in charge. Anything she says ‘no’ to or isn’t comfortable with, that’s what goes. Understand?”

“Easy enough.”

“Good. But remember, even though she’s in charge, she’ll still want you to take the lead sometimes. The most attractive thing to most women is confidence. Not cockiness, but confidence.”

“Knew there was a catch,” Michael sighed.

“Don’t do that, man. That’s exactly what I’m talking’ about. The minute you get down on yourself just ‘cause you think you’re not good enough, that’s when the girl will pick up on it. As cliché as it sounds, you have to just be you. You don’t want to go too over the top with your personality, or she’ll think you’re compensating for something, but you don’t wanna stifle your personality either, or she won’t get to know the real you. Worst case, she’ll think you don’t like her. But if you just act like you and be confident in that, everything else will fall into place. Trust me.”

“I’m assuming I need to open doors and everything like that?”

“Definitely start out that way, yeah,” Antonio answered. “Now, it’s entirely possible she may not like that, particularly if she’s strong and independent. If she reacts negatively, don’t panic. Just explain that you were taught to do those things as a sign of respect and good manners. That ought to be enough, but if she’s still not keen on it, don’t force the issue.”

“Ok, but… what if she wants me to hold her hand or… kiss her? How am I supposed to know and not fuck it up?”

“As far as holding her hand, it’s a dance. That means you two will be in close proximity all night; handholding is gonna happen on its own, so don’t stress over it. Now, as for kissing, you have to read the signs.”

“The signs?” Michael asked.

“Damn, ain’t you ever seen Hitch? Will Smith wrote the book on reading signs!”

“Dude, you know I can’t stand romantic comedies!” Michael laughed.

“With your luck, Ashley will feel the same way,” Antonio chuckled. “Anyway, the signs. If she’s smiling and maybe laughing at everything you two do together, that’s a sign she’s into you. If she finds any excuse in the world to touch you or take your arm, that’s a sign she’s into you. If you two find yourselves alone and she’s in no hurry to go back to where there’s more people, that’s a sign she’s into you. If you’re at her door and she fumbling with her keys, in no hurry to let the date end, that’s a sign she’s into you. And finally, if there’s a long silence where she maintains eye contact with you the whole time, that’s a full on signal she probably wants you to kiss her.”

“Probably?”

“Yeah, probably. There’s never any guarantee, especially when it comes to the fairer sex. The first kiss is always built on taking a chance. Keep in mind, the chance may not come tomorrow night, and that’s ok. That doesn’t mean she’s not into you, it may just mean she plays things close to the vest.”

“Fair enough. But what do I do if I get the signal? Just kiss her?”

“Naw, dude. You gotta use the 90/10 rule.”

“90/10 rule?”

Antonio sighed. “Man, this would be so much easier if you had seen Hitch. The 90/10 rule is simple: you have to go 90% of the way towards your first kiss with her, but make her come the last 10%. For example, imagine that long silence where she maintains eye contact the whole time. You maintain eye contact, too. That’s 20%. You smile, maybe laugh. That’s 20%. You put your hand on her arm. That’s 20%. You start to lean in closer. That’s 20%. Your faces are almost touching, and you stop. That’s 10%. She’s got to come the last 10%. The point of all that is to make your intentions clear while still giving her plenty of opportunity to pull back if she wants, and if she does, that’s ok.”

“Easy for you to say…”

“Again, stop that. Some gals play things conservatively to start with on account of being burned in the past. Nothing’ wrong with that, you just have to show that you’re trustworthy before she starts to open up. It certainly doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you if that were to happen.”

“Guess that’s true.”

“Now, for the final piece of the puzzle. Whatchya gonna wear tomorrow?”

Michael’s face twisted in panic. “I have no fucking clue!” he realized.

“No sweat! You’re looking at a master of the threads,” Antonio boasted. “You got a suit?”

“Just a black one I use for interviews and presentations.”

“Lemme see.”

Dressed to kill.

Michael led the way into his closet and pulled out his black suit and white dress shirt. Antonio looked them over for a moment before tossing them on the bed.

“This’ll work. Got a tie?” he asked Michael.

“Yeah,” Michael replied, pulling out a striped red and white tie.

Antonio snorted a bit. “Good enough for a job interview, but not even close for a Valentine’s Day date.”

“Ok, what about a black tie?”

“A black tie with a black suit?! You gonna look like a damn Mormon, man! Put the suit on; I’ll be right back.” Antonio returned a couple minutes later with a few of his own neckties in hand. “The black suit and white shirt is a staple of any man’s wardrobe because of its incredible versatility. The tie is the most crucial aspect of this versatility. It’s the accent that allows the suit to send any message you want it to.”

“You are so obsessed,” Michael chuckled.

“I’ll choose to ignore your continued condescension,” Antonio shot back. Holding up a pale orange tie to Michael’s neck, he shook his head, saying, “Nah, you’re definitely not a pastels kind of guy. Whatchya think of this one?”

Examining the wine colored tie with a starburst pattern, Michael replied, “Too loud for my tastes.”

“No problem. Let’s see… ah ha! This is it!” Antonio held up a solid royal blue tie to Michael’s neck.

“Hmm… not bad,” Michael admitted.

“Not bad? Dude, this one is perfect for you! Goes great with your skin tone and the suit color, plus it sends the right message: confidence. It’s a strong color, but the lack of pattern makes sure it’s not too loud or trendy. It’s classic, just like you, my man. Here, put it on.”

As Michael fumbled a bit in front of his floor mirror, he asked, “What knot do you think I should use? Half Windsor?”

“Nah, a full Windsor is almost always best,” Antonio replied. “Symmetrical and confident, but not too over the top. A half Windsor can come off as sloppy.”

Michael took a few seconds to remember the steps for a full Windsor in his head before tying the knot around his neck. When he was finished, he had to admit he was impressed with the final product.

“Damn… I’d do me.”

“And who knows? Ashley may feel the same way,” Antonio grinned.

Michael took several deep breaths as he ascended the stairs in Ashley’s apartment building. Antonio had done everything he could think of to make sure he was prepared yesterday, but Michael was still a nervous wreck. There was something special about this girl, and he did not want to screw it up. With a trembling hand, he reached forward and knocked on the door to apartment 2B.

“Yes?” came a voice from the other side.

“I’m Michael Goldman, here to pick up Ashley.”

“That’s right! Hold on a sec.”

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a slim redhead with a pixie haircut. Dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, she had a hint of makeup on that seemed to indicate she was getting ready for Valentine’s Day, too.

“Hey! I’m Liz, Ashley’s roommate,” she said, extending her hand with a bubbly smile.

“Michael. Nice to meet you,” he replied, shaking her hand.

“Make yourself comfortable; Ashley should be ready in a little bit,” Liz said.

“No problem. Take your time.”

Liz adjourned to one of the back bedrooms to check on Ashley, finding her seated in front of the vanity. Her hair had been dried after her shower, but she still wore a towel wrapped around her body. She seemed lost and befuddled as she perused her makeup selection.

“Your guy’s here,” Liz giggled. “He’s cute! I’d totally be all over him… ya know, if I weren’t a lesbian.”

“Hands off, he’s mine!” Ashley laughed.

“You ok? You look lost.”

“Yeah, I just have no idea what to use. I want to make the right impression.”

“May I?” Taking a seat next to Ashley on the bench, Liz continued, “To be honest, you don’t need much. The point of makeup is to accentuate your best features, but much more than that just starts to look clownish. Here, a little bit of eyeliner… there, that’s perfect. Just add a touch of lip gloss and you’re good!”

“That’s it? What if he’s not impressed?” Ashley worried.

“Jesus, I’ve never seen you this worried about a date! He must have really gotten to you yesterday,” Liz giggled. “Don’t worry; if he’s the kind of guy I suspect he is, then he’ll enjoy every moment with you no matter how much makeup you use. Seriously, he gonna be speechless, girl.”

“If you say so. Thanks for letting me borrow your dress, by the way. Lord knows I don’t have anything to wear for something like this.”

“My pleasure! Gay or straight, I’m still a girl who likes wearing pretty things!”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were just as bad as all those sorostitutes,” Ashley deadpanned.

Hugging her friend, Liz said, “Oh, I won’t be home ‘til after lunch tomorrow, so you two can have the place to yourselves.”

“Liz! I just met the guy yesterday! I have no intention of sleeping with him!”

“I know, but I don’t want the lack of somewhere private to hamper your date tonight. Should the opportunity present itself, you two have somewhere to come after the dance, that’s all. No pressure.”

Rolling her eyes, Ashley realized her roommate was only trying to be considerate and helpful. “Thanks.”

“Welcome. All right, you finish getting ready. There’s a cutie outside waiting on you!” Liz replied, bouncing up to her feet.

Michael fidgeted on the sofa, nervous as all hell as he waited for Ashley. He had expected to wait like this; Antonio made sure of that. Still, talking about the wait and experiencing it are two completely different things. A moment later, he heard the door open and snapped to attention, seeing Liz enter the living room.

“She’s almost ready, just a minute or two more.”

“No problem.” Remembering a suggestion Antonio had given him, Michael asked, “Hey, Liz… what’s Ashley’s favorite song?”

Eying him, she

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 01 Oct 2025 14:27:00 -0500

A pair of lonely gamers overcome their fears and preconceived notions on Valentine's Day.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Gaming for Love.

“And Smallwood drains it for three!”

Click click click. The digital SLR was zoomed in on the guard at the other end of the court. The $6000 zoom lens made Michael’s photo-journalism look world-class.

Michael Goldman scanned the Auburn Basketball Arena, always looking for the perfect shot for the school newspaper, The Plainsman.

Allison Smallwood, the star point guard of the women’s basketball team, always made for an excellent target. Not only was she a fantastic athlete, but she was also a pretty blonde with a dazzling smile.

But sometimes a particular fan in the stands caught in a moment of emotional fervor, was just the touch to give the readers a full sense of the game experience.

The drama of heated shouting, or the agony of an athlete rolling on the hardwood, holding a knee which just bent in an unnatural angle. That was what really riveted the subscribers’ attention.

“Foul on Georgia, and Smallwood steps to the free throw line!”

Click. Click.

As he snapped a few more shots, Michael couldn’t help but smile. Even as socially awkward as he was, he seemed to thrive whenever he was on the job. While behind the camera, he was able to see the world around him not as the annoying bunch of people he had to deal with, but as a collection of models waiting for him to capture the perfect moment. Still, it’d be nice to have a sweet girl to go home to after work, but Michael wasn’t holding out much hope. Most girls weren’t attracted to the stereotypical Jewish kid: scrawny with curly black hair, pale skin complexion, and a bit of a large nose. As much as Michael tried to downplay the cliché, there really was no escaping it.

A sudden thud from the court snapped Michael out of his daydream, and he saw one of the other girls down on the floor. A quick glance at his roster sheet told him it was Desiree Bonner, the starting forward. As he went to work with his camera, he was relieved to see that her injuries didn’t look too serious. Soon, she was being tended to by one of the trainers.

“There she is,” Michael breathed.

Michael still had no idea who she was, but the student trainer that worked with the women’s basketball team was nothing short of a knockout. She was maybe 5’5” with light strawberry blonde hair, and her sharp eyes and wry smile seemed to indicate that she had a keen intellect to go with her stunning good looks. As she worked on Desiree, Michael couldn’t help but snap a few shots of the two of them, making sure that both the trainer and player were in focus. What he would give for a shot with her. Soon, the buzzer interrupted his fantasies, forcing him back to reality.

“Well, back to work…”

So it went for the rest of the game. No further injuries occurred for Auburn, so Michael didn’t get any further glimpses of the little goddess that tended to the players. The Lady Tigers kept the game close, but Georgia was just the better team in the end, and the Bulldogs ended up winning 67-62. This didn’t come as a huge surprise to Michael. Throughout the season, the team had proved to be talented but young, with Smallwood being the only real veteran on the team. Considering that she was only a sophomore, the team had nowhere to go but up in the coming seasons.

After a final series of shots as the teams shook hands, Michael texted his boss up in the press box. The reply thanked Michael for his hard work and instructed him to take the rest of the night off; his boss would handle photography at the postgame press conference. This suited Michael just fine, as he had gotten more than enough of people for the day. After packing up his camera gear, he headed out to his bike to begin the trek back to his apartment.

A Chiding roommate.

As he reclined on the sofa in his living room, Michael grabbed his Nintendo 3DS and powered up his copy of Pokémon Sun, intending to waste away the rest of the evening with some online battles. On the other side of the room stood Antonio, Michael’s roommate. He was a tall drink of water by any standard, and his dark chocolate skin and shaved head gave him quite a striking appearance. Still, he was as nerdy as Michael was, perhaps even more so, and tried to communicate this with his black horn-rimmed glasses. Of course, with his height and good looks, that only served to make him even more irresistible to the opposite sex. As was his usual Thursday evening routine, he stood with iron in hand, pressing his shirts for the coming weekend, no doubt for a Valentine’s Day date of some sort.

“Dammit,” Michael muttered.

“What’s wrong, man?” Antonio asked.

“Another rage quitter. That’s three in a row!”

“You getting’ that good?” Antonio wondered with a laugh.

“No, the level of competition has definitely gone down in the last few months. Not sure what’s happening. Still, I can’t help it that I’m kicking so much ass!”

“Sounds like you need some stronger competition.”

“Yeah, but I know you don’t play Pokémon anymore.”

“True. I ain’t got the time to put in. But maybe you ought to consider joining the local League?”

“League? I thought you said the president of the A U Pokémon League was a total asshole?” Michael replied.

“He is, but it’s gonna be your best bet for some decent people to play against. Besides, none of them will rage quit on you; it’s against their rules. If they do, they get put on probation. Too many times, and they’re kicked out.”

“Hmm… maybe so. When’s the next meeting?”

“Tomorrow, actually. They meet at the GameStop on University Parkway.”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” Hearing the steam from Antonio’s iron, Michael remarked, “Dude, you’re fucking obsessed with clothes. It’s a little disturbing.”

“What can I say? The ladies love a man wearing a freshly pressed shirt!”

“Yeah, right. I’d bet you’re in the closet. Great cover, by the way,” Michael snorted.

“Hey, that hurts,” Antonio whined, feigning a heart attack. “I can’t help it if I’m that much better than you with the women, just like you can’t help it you’re so much better than those idiots online!”

“Yeah, but you could share,” Michael shot back with a grin.

“Sorry, but Antonio don’t kiss and tell,” he replied with a toothy grin. After a moment of silence, he continued, “You see that little hottie at the basketball game again?”

“Yeah, she was there.”

“You should talk to her, man! I bet you two would hit it off real good!”

“Are you nuts?! She’s so far out of my league, I bet she doesn’t even know I exist!” Michael laughed.

“Dude, stop selling’ yourself short. You’re a good guy with some excellent job prospects after you graduate next year. What girl wouldn’t be all over that? And if a girl isn’t all over that, you don’t want her anyway!”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Ladies’ Geek.”

“Trust me, just chat her up next time you see her. I don’t care when or where it is, introduce yourself and see what happens. You might even be able to get her to go with you to the Valentine’s Day dance in the student union building.”

“No point; I bet she’s got a boyfriend.”

“Don’t hurt to ask, does it?”

“Whatever…”

The next afternoon, Michael arrived at the GameStop on the outskirts of campus. For some odd reason, he felt nervous. He reasoned it was likely just because of a new and unknown situation; once he tried this group out, he had little doubt he’d like it. As he walked in to the shop, he was pleasantly surprised to see at least a dozen people there, all seated at tables. A couple of them were engrossed in discussions or trading card games, but the majority had their 3DS systems out and ready. After a moment, an overweight man with long greasy hair greeted Michael.

“What’s up? You here for the League?”

“Uh, yeah. Thought I’d give it a shot, see what it’s all about,” Michael replied.

“Cool. I’m Eric, the Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League,” the man said with pride. “That’s an official title, by the way.”

“Good to meet you,” Michael answered, hiding his immediate dislike for the man. “Name’s Michael.”

“Lemme show ya around. The rules here are pretty simple,” Eric said, pointing to a poster on the wall.

1. The terms of any battle or trade must be discussed and agreed upon by all parties beforehand.
2. If terms are not discussed, all battles are assumed to take place under standard Overuse (O U) rules in the case of singles or video game championships (VGC) rules for doubles.
3. Any and all disputes will be settled by the Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League.
4. Absolutely no rage quitting; either forfeit or see the battle through to the end. The first offense will result in a warning, second offense will be probation and temporary suspension, and the third offense will result in the player being banned from the League.
5. The Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League may be challenged for leadership at any time by any law-abiding member.
6. These rules may be amended as the Almighty President sees fit, but rules 5 and 6 may not be changed.

“Huh… I like rule four,” Michael remarked. “That’s what brought me here.”

“You’re not alone in that,” Eric replied. “Rage quitting is a huge problem with online gaming, and probably more so with Pokémon than with many other games. In Call of Duty, for instance, a single rage quitter often goes unnoticed. If he’s doing that bad, neither team is likely to miss him. But Pokémon is always one-on-one, so any rage quit ends the match altogether.”

“At least Nintendo is trying to do something about it lately, forcing rage quitters to stay offline for a while before they can play again.”

“Only in ranked battles,” Eric corrected him. “In free battles, there’s nothing stopping them. Anyway, looks like everyone’s paired up for now, but feel free to watch. If anything opens up, you can jump in.”

“What about her?” Michael asked, seeing a girl sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the shop.

“Dude, you don’t want to play her,” Eric said, the disgust apparent in his voice.

“Why not?”

“She cheats. Nobody can figure out how, of course, so we can’t kick her out. But nobody can come close to beating her, and as good as the guys that come here are, she has to be cheating.”

Not believing Eric for one second, Michael replied, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Whatever, dude. Your funeral.”

Despite his promise to “show Michael around,” Eric returned to his seat and began a battle with another member. Michael stared for a moment, watching the pretty brunette with thick glasses seated next to Eric. The way she was hanging on his every move, they had to be an item. Still, Michael could have sworn he saw something in her eyes. It could have been sadness, but it could also have been longing. Either way, Michael decided he wanted as little to do with Eric as possible; a part of him wished he had listened to Antonio. Still, the competition was bound to be better here than online. Turning towards the lone table in the back corner, Michael froze as he realized something.

“Holy shit… it’s her!” he muttered to himself.

Sitting alone at the table was the same girl from the basketball games. Her strawberry blonde hair was unmistakable, even if it was held up by a hair clip rather than in a ponytail. Now that he had his best look ever at this girl, Michael had to concentrate to keep from embarrassing himself with a public erection. Her face was the cutest thing he had ever seen, impish with a slightly rounded tip to her nose. On one side of her nose, he could see a piercing with a tiny faux diamond stud in it. Her front bangs were quite long and side swept over her right eye for a sultry look, even if that wasn’t what she was going for. She wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a very unhappy Princess Peach saying, “Rescue this.” Michael shook his head in disbelief. All this time he had thought this mystery girl a jock, but now, he cou

A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 30 Sep 2025 20:27:00 -0500

A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre

Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover.

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

The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween.

I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers.

Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover.

I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her.

So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs.

"Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?"

I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month.

"Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did."

"Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass."

She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her.

As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills.

"Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?"

Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop.

It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge.

It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body.

"Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?"

"Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us."

Four years? I was a fool. That's, that’s when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that.

My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill.

When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern.

Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge.

In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed.

Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle.

Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief.

Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass.

"Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I’m so sorry!

Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!"

Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car.

I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own.

I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed.

Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause.

I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it’s voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked.

I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed.

It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet.

Jan’s Ghost Guest

Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming.

LitEro Cat

Ghost Guest

A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived.

Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy.

"Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you."

She hadn't.

Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter."

"Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked.

A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared.

"No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?"

House Tour.

I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks.

Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?"

"Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear.

Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?"

The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them."

Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it.

Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench. The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered.

Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass.

When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay."

I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake.

When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was.

"We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet."

"Well, this is my house now and I make the rules."

That may have been too much for Pam to accept.

She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see."

Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it.

When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I’m No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new.

The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed.

The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts."

"Really? Explain This."

Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet.

Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride.

A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?"

"No!"

"Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy th

About Emily: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 29 Sep 2025 06:54:00 -0500

Girlfriend's coworker directs a live lesbian show for me.
In 2 parts, By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

My girlfriend looked around the bar to make sure the coast was clear, and then nudged Emily with her feet. Emily took the signal and shimmied up into her seat between me and the nearly comatose Becky. "Sorry we got interrupted," she said to me.
"No, that was fantastic. That was so hot. I mean, I knew your oral skills were second to none, " Abby slapped me on the arm. "except for Abby's of course. But - well - your oral skills - with girls - also are - good?" I don't understand why I always sound like such a moron when I talk to Emily. I blame it on her cleavage. No wait, her nipple is out!
"Ahem," my girlfriend looked at Emily and flicked her eyes downward pointedly.
Emily followed Abby's eyes to her own nipple. "Woops!" She said, but she didn't seem that embarrassed as she tucked herself back into her shirt. "I got kind of excited down there. It's not every day you get to eat out such a cute young college girl. To your point, Ben, yes, my 'oral skills with girls also are good'." Emily giggled. "I have had a little practice since my own college days."
"How about you, Becky?" my girlfriend asked. "You didn't seem able to say much, but I do think I heard you use the word 'never'?"
"No! Never!" Becky gasped.
"Well I'm glad we could," my girlfriend started but was interrupted.
"I've never been eaten out before." Becky finished.
"What!?" Emily demanded. "I figured by how shy you were that this might be your first time with a girl, but it was your first time getting your cunt licked at all?? Damn, I should've at least bought you a drink first."
"No, it was fine. Really, it was amazing. I see now what all the fuss was about."
Emily giggled. "Well, if you'd like to return the favor, Abby here has never been with a girl before, "
"Oh I could never! Here??" Becky blushed profusely again.
"No, not here." Emily advised. "Ben and Abby live just a couple blocks away. We're taking this party back to their place."
"We are?" I asked excitedly.
Abby winked at me and grabbed me by the hand. Emily grabbed Becky by the hand and followed us out.
Chapter 3
Stepping out of the bar, into the cool, quiet night air was sobering. My girlfriend Abby was holding my hand, and clasped between our palms was Becky's thong. A few paces behind us, a blushing Becky was being led to our apartment by the giggling Emily.
I spoke softly to Abby: "Where the hell did all this come from?"
Abby slowed her pace somewhat to walk closer in-step with me. "I don't know. I've fantasized about something like tonight happening, and I know you have too. I guess I was nervous to ever try it for real though. But I love you and I trust you and I want to have fun with you. Sending Emily to the apartment to give you a blowjob and a titty-fucking was planned. Picking up Becky and what just happened in the bar was all pretty spontaneous. Emily sure is a wild one, I wanna be a little wild too."
"Hey, this has been the best day of my life, so if you wanna do more of this, then I'm in. I love you too." I told her.
"Good," she kissed me on the cheek. "Now shut up, you're spoiling the mood."
I smiled as Abby sped back up walking toward our apartment. I tuned in to the conversation the other two girls were having.
"No, never!" Becky was explaining. "Well, except, So one time, in my freshmen year, my roommate and I had a couple guys over in our dorm. We were playing truth or dare, and well, you know how boys are, so they dared us to kiss. It was real quick, just a couple of seconds, but I think she was trying to rev the guys up, so she grabbed my boob while we were kissing. I panicked and said I had to go study and I left her there with the two guys."
"So that's your only girl-girl experience?" Emily asked.
"Yes, ma'am." Becky replied. "I'm from a pretty conservative town, so we didn't do things like that."
"And you've never been eaten out before tonight. Damn, you're missing out. Speaking of, what happened with your roommate and the two guys?"
"Oh!" Becky blushed again. "I never got the full story, but when I came back in the morning, I found the three of them naked on the futon. I tiptoed around the apartment, grabbing my books for the day, and then left for class. When I came back that evening, the guys were gone and I never saw them again."
"Damn. Well, no missing out tonight. Tonight we're gonna have some fun. I mean, more fun than we've had already." Emily declared.
Girlfriend's coworker walks in on me masturbating.
In 2 parts, By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
Chapter 1
There was a knock at the door.
I chose to ignore it. It was probably just the delivery guy with some package my girlfriend Abby, had ordered. He could just leave it in the hall. I was, shall we say, indisposed at the moment: in bed, pants off, headphones on, you get the picture. My Abby was at work and I had chosen to spend my evening with a little stress relief. We have a healthy and active sex life, don't get me wrong. But there's something different about doing it yourself every now and then.
"Ben, open up!"
God damn it. I recognized that voice. Although, I had never heard it here before. That was Abby’s coworker, Emily. They were waitresses together at the place a couple buildings over. The nice thing about living downtown is that everywhere we needed to go, including work, was walking distance. I had met Emily on several occasions when I'd come by the restaurant. We had even gone out for drinks as a group after my girlfriend got off work.
I always liked hanging out with Emily. She was genuinely sweet, funny, and enjoyable company. She was also, coincidentally, stacked. I can only guess of course, but I'd estimate she's 5'6", 110 pounds (10 of which were boobs), and maybe a 34E. She looked like a brunette Kate Upton. And clearly, I wasn't the only one who thought so. My girlfriend had raved about how nice Emily's boobs were, and would affectionately laugh at how her friend always seemed to show up to work with the back zipper pulled down, when rent was due. One night after drinks, I was feeling particularly brash, and on the walk home I confessed to my girlfriend that I found her friend difficult to look in the face. She playfully slapped my arm, but then conceded that she too struggled to make eye contact after a couple beers. That wasn't the only allusion my girlfriend made to her bi-curiosity, but that's a story for another time.
"Ben, hurry, I know you're in there! I only have a few minutes!"
Whoops. How long had I left Emily knocking at the door? I guess my reminiscing had melded into my fantasizing. God damn it, "Coming!" I yelled to her. I thought I heard a small giggle from the hallway. I opened the door from my apartment only wide enough to stick my head out. I didn't necessarily want her to see the rest of me like this. "Hey, Emily, what's up?"
"Finally!" Emily said. "Your girlfriend told me you'd be home to let me in. Look, while we were doing our side work, I accidentally spilled marinara sauce all over my bodice. I don't have time to run all the way home, and your place is so close to work, and your girlfriend said I could clean it here."
"Oh, um, sure. Of course. Um, come in, " I hoped my extra-long tee shirt would hide my dwindling erection. I wasn't sure how my girlfriend expected one of her shirts to fit Emily - my girlfriend is the hottest girl I know, but she's not as well-endowed as Emily; no one I'd ever met is as well-endowed as Emily.
Emily pushed past me into the apartment. She gave me a quick look up and down, smirked, and said, "Cute outfit. Where's your girlfriend's dresser?"
"In the bedroom, to the left there," I informed her. I was so pleased to be of assistance to this wildly attractive, platonic friend that I briefly forgot the state of the bedroom. A little too late, I clamored to follow Emily in, hoping to subtly straighten up.
Emily saw the sheets thrown back, the open laptop, the headphones. She looked back at me, starting with my boxers, and then flicking her eyes up to meet mine. She smirked, and said, "Don't worry. Your girlfriend warned me what I'd be interrupting."
Great, I thought. I know girls talk, but I'd prefer these sorts of habits were more of a private matter between me and my girlfriend.
"And don't be embarrassed," Emily continued. "I spend my days off the same way."
That shocked me. While my sex life had been pretty active since getting to college, and I had learned a lot about the world from the internet and my girlfriend, I had grown up in a very conservative household - the type where it was assumed girls didn't enjoy sex and that masturbation was an exclusively male past time. I was relieved to learn over the past couple years that those were all inaccurate assumptions.
While I was reeling from Emily's brazen confession (and trying not to picture her in action until after she'd left), she had apparently chosen a shirt: one my girlfriend would probably consider over-sized and comfy, but might look tight and sexy on Emily's frame. Emily had exited to the living room, and I distractedly followed. "Well, I'm glad I was able to help. Are you gonna make it back to the restaurant in time for-"
I froze mid-sentence. Emily had stripped off her one-piece right there in my living room - right there in front of me! Her boobs were as perfect as I had imagined. They didn't sag or droop an inch when released. Her nipples were tight and erect, right at the center of two perfect pink, quarter-sized areola.
"Ben? Ben. Ben!" Emily giggled and I became aware I'd missed the last several seconds of whatever she'd been saying. "Are you alright, Ben?" I nodded. "They're just tits, Ben. Although, I'm happy you like them." I nodded again. "Why don't you have a seat, Ben? You look like you're gonna fall over." Emily giggled again. I loved that giggle. She washed out the stain and grabbed a bath towel to pat the outfit dry. It was a black satin, so any wetness was not too noticeable.
"As I was saying," Emily continued, "I actually don't have to be back at work for a little while. It turns out they overscheduled us tonight. I just want to be back for the dinner rush. Seeing as we've got some time to kill, I thought maybe I'd hang out here for a little bit?"
I finally found my voice. "That sounds great!" Too eager. "That sounds great," I repeated more measuredly. I'm not sure when Emily had put on my girlfriend's shirt, but I was finding it easier to think now - even despite her nipples poking so prominently through the thin cotton. "What do you want to do?"
"Well," Emily stretched out the word as she stretched her arms up to the ceiling, stretching the tits up to expose more of her midriff temporarily. She giggled again as she couldn't help but notice me noticing her body. "Maybe we could finish what you started?"
"What?"
"You know. You could go get your laptop and we could finish whatever you were watching. I'm always curious what other people are into."
"I don't know, "
Hardcore sex in the Jungle.

by Tommy8305. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
A tribe of scantily glad, statuesque, women are out in the jungle hunting cock!

Unlike other local tribes the warriors are white with the exception of the leader and a couple of the girls who have darker, olive coloured skin.

Having lured him into a trap they snare a Tarzan like figure. He is dressed in just a loincloth, is really well built and muscular. It takes 4 or 5 of the warriors to wrestle him to the ground.

As he is pinned to the floor a couple of the girls are already grabbing the front of his loincloth, checking out his equipment!

Once they have him tied up they march him back to their camp, which is in a small clearing in the jungle and as night falls it is time for fun by the campfire!

They are keen to assess his 'potential' so they have him standing with his hands tied behind his back around a large wooden pole driven into the ground, in the open space in the centre of the village. The prisoner is at one side of the space and the Queen of the tribe's 'throne' is on the other side of the space, directly opposite the prisoner. The scantily clad warriors are sat around in a semi circle fanning out from the throne.

The space is illuminated by a number of small fires burning around the perimeter. Their light creates an eerie yet warm glow.

The Queen walks slowly into the circle and goes across to the throne. Laya is stunning; she's a tall, athletic type, with long legs and slender thighs that are topped by a short animal-skin skirt. Her long dark hair is tied back in a tail. She is buxom and her top barely contains her ample breasts. Either the cool night air or the anticipation of what might be to come has made her nipples hard and push up against the soft material of her top.

She sits down and crosses her legs showing off her slender thighs. She stares at Tarzan's loincloth wondering whether what lies beneath will please or disappoint.

Tarzan stares back wondering whether he will get to feel those thighs around his waist whilst he pleasures her pussy! He feels the blood start to surge into his cock.

A short command from Laya brings Tarzan back to his senses and causes one of the olive skinned warriors to rise up from the her position in the semi circle and move toward Tarzan.

Ona is slightly shorter than most of the other warriors. Nonetheless she has ample breasts and long dark hair like Laya.

As she stands a few feet away she stares into Tarzan's eyes as she takes off her short, little skirt. Then in just an animal skin, bikini like outfit she starts a slow, erotic dance as the tribe start to clap and chant rhythmically!

As she gyrates around in front of him she slides her hands up and down her body, occasionally stroking her ample breasts through her taught little top. At other times she runs her long slender fingers across the front of her knickers provocatively.

It is not long then before the warriors see the first signs of a bulge in the front of Tarzan's loincloth.

Encouraged by his response, Ona slowly removes her top and her ample breasts spill out. Her nipples are long and hard and the dark circles around the base are so swollen they distort the perfect shape of her tits. As she continues her dance she massages her tits and the long hard nipples poke between her fingers.

Now her hands slide down to her hips. Slowly, as she continues to gyrate, she hooks her thumbs into the waist of her knickers and as she slides them down over her slender hips her dark bush is gradually revealed. Despite it being thick and curly, Tarzan can just make out her perfect peach-shaped pussy and can see th

Knights of the Teorsas

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 26 Sep 2025 01:29:00 -0500

It does not do, to speak mockingly of erections.
By Drmaxc. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Men and their erections,"
"Men and their erections," Tacey laughed shrilly, "if you could harness them you'd solve the energy crisis. Forget the unpredictability of wind power, their erections rise and fall come sun, come rain, come snow; if you could only capture the energy of all those millions of cocks..."
The girls giggled and laughed loudly in their gaggle at the bar. They had drunk too much and were being disrespectful of men. Jonathan did not like it, he expected women to speak of such things, the male sexual organ, in hushed, slightly awed tones: not make silly jokes as if, he paused and took a breath, a 'Teors' was something to laugh about. He used the Old English deliberately. To have used a slang term — a 'cock' as the girl had done, a 'willy' or the like would have been wrong. He gripped his glass; something would need to be done.
Entering the subterranean halls of the Knights of the Teorsas always gave Jonathan a particular thrill. Unknown to virtually the whole population of London it was a closely guarded secret, not even disclosed to the authorities. All they knew about was the insignificant little house in a backstreet of Covent Garden and it was to that house that the bills for electricity and the like came. It was an unremarkable house that held a remarkable secret as it gave access, through its cellar, to the ancient home of the Knights, the Great Phallocrypt, a network of rooms, halls and passages built in stone many, many, many years ago.
Jonathan was much more than an initiate, a Raphe, more than a mere knight but a man who had crossed the Fraenum, the narrow bridge between the Corpus Cavernosum, the great hall where the knights assembled in their pomp, and the grand domed meeting hall of the inner circle, the Corona, who ruled the order. Jonathan was himself a member of the Corona, albeit its most junior having only been erected to the position a bare month before. He had, by virtue of his status, access to the Grand Master of the Order, the Bacalum, and could speak to him as of right.
Dressed in his ceremonial robes, the gold badge of the erect phallus woven in gold thread into the red material, Jonathan strode through the Corpus Cavernosum nodding to knights he met but there was no time to pause and engage in intercourse, he had urgent business, a matter of grave importance to report to the Bacalum himself. Crossing the bridge of the Fraenum still gave him a thrill. How many of the knights achieved that? Such a singular honour; he had been speechless for a full minute when he had been told to prepare himself. How many would ever wear the third gold band around their teors? How many of them were ever able to do the thing he was about to do? To raise the great brass phallic knocker and tap three times on the oaken door of the Lacuna Magna, the Grand Master's private office?
As always, the Bacalum was dressed in his ancient robes, beautifully decorated with representations of the ancient Roman god, Priapus, and with his great red curving penile hat making him look so much taller than he actually was. A trick long realised by the designers of uniforms; whether the bearskins of the Guards, the Shako of yesteryear or, indeed, the 'tit' of the London bobby. Shaking his grey head wisely he listened as Jonathan described what he had heard only the night before.
"It will not do, it will not do." The Baculum's words of wisdom enervated Jonathan.
"I seek permission to use, to wield, the Great Mesmodildo." The words were out; Jonathan had made the request, an act of considerable presumption in one so junior.
There was a sharp intake of breath, the great phallic hat jerked upwards, and the penetrating eyes of the Grand Master seemed to bore right into Jonathan. There was a pause, "It will do."
They sat for a few moments in contemplation. On the walls were artists' impressions of wonderful buildings not built. Designs by some of the leading architects of their day for skyscrapers intended to be the tallest buildings in the world in their time, all unmistakeably phallic, as skyscrapers are, but not simply because they were structures pointed at the sky but true erections designed to look like erections, buildings particularly phallic in design. Unrealised plans by Mies Van de Rohe, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonel Seifert and most recently Sir Norman Foster. Designs the Order had not been able to find sufficient backers to fund; statements to the world not yet realised; buildings intended to awe and strike a proper respectfulness, an understanding of their place in the world, in womankind.
The Grand Master rose, drawing his robes around him and walked to a cupboard; opening its black ebonised door he drew out something about a foot long and wrapped in a cloth; with both hands he presented it to Jonathan who, standing, accepted it with a bow. "I shall take the greatest care, Grand Master."
"Do."
Walking slowly back down the Corpus Cavernosa, Jonathan mused on the wise words of the Bacalum and upon his mission. Tucked into his robes was the ancient object — it would not do for the knights to see that which he had been entrusted or to know it was amongst them.
Shedding his ceremonial robes in the outermost halls, where the putative knights, the Raphes, met and took instruction in their twin, wonderfully spherical, meeting rooms, Jonathan ascended back into a rainy, wet London morning; the ancient object tucked in his duffle bag along with his laptop and sandwiches. He had his job in the world outside the Order which he must attend to from 9am to 5pm but then he would commence his mission.
It was one thing to hold the Mesmodildo but another to set up the opportunity to use it. Jonathan neither knew where Tacey lived nor worked. He did not actually know her name. His only knowledge was that she sometimes frequented: rather had at least once frequented, the bar where he had heard her disrespectful statement. He should have found out more about her at the time; he realised that now — it would have been better to have gathered more evidence before reporting to the Bacalum — but he had been so incensed, so overcome that he had rushed ahead without careful reflection and contemplation. He would meditate upon it later that evening.
Meditation was important to the Order. Sitting cross-legged on a mat woven with ancient designs, a knight would sit in contemplation of his teors until turgidity ensued, that First Wonder of the teors; his thoughts would roam free as he sought to better understand himself, resolve his problems and focus on the baseness of his desires whilst seeking to raise the Primo Cumum, that first flowing of the teors so aptly described as its Second Wonder; lastly came the conclusion of the ritual, the ultimate goal of the meditation—the full flowing of the teors, the Ejaculum, a sight wonderful to behold—when the teors of its own volition would spew forth its seed. Putative knights worked hard at achieving this, many sitting for hours trying to create in their heads the necessary images; erotic images necessarily to achieve the apparently spontaneous Ejaculum.
At first, and Jonathan had to admit he was as one with them, putative knights would use the Manualum or hand to achieve the necessary final stimulation; but he had achieved so much more -- the result of hard work and dedication. Often appropriate texts or images were used, spread before the knight or novice to assist in his meditation. The Library of the Order, the Curiosa, contained many volumes and meditational material.
Traditionally the knight would bow his head and orally accept the bounty of the Ejaculum. Ancient manuscripts, some written in Latin, some Sanskrit testified to this and the beautiful coloured illustrations showed no less. A variant much favoured in the modern Corona, and therefore too the Corpus Cavernosa, was the Art of Felicitation, requiring extensive practice, much suppleness of the body and, Jonathan admitted, a long teors. He, himself, had only managed the briefest of Teorsic Kiss at the moment of Ejaculum but the Bacalum and a few others of the Corona, knights of great experience, could hold the rounded terminus of their teors orally at the moment of the Third Wonder, an ideal act permitting the recycling of the seed so not one drop was lost to the body.
Jonathan was lucky, very lucky. Inevitably he had returned to the very bar of Tacey's misdeed as the only reference point he had in relation to her; had sat there nursing a beer and wondering if he would have to use the power of the Mesmodildo on the very pretty bar girl who had, he recalled, been there on the previous night. Perhaps she would know about the disrespectful girl; know who she was and where she lived

Yes, Daddy!

Piper's Posts — Thu, 25 Sep 2025 11:23:00 -0500

John & Daisy Meet again. A chance meeting leads to very hot and wet sex.

by SexualisPhantasia . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I walked into my favorite bookstore on a warm afternoon in late July. I wandered for a bit like I always do, perusing the books and picking a few that grabbed my attention. I headed over to the large cafe area, there was seating for about 30 people there. I scanned the area and looked for an open table.

Then, I saw her at a distance. This young, stunning woman with a fantastic body. She had just walked in through the cafe’s outside entrance, she was so exotic looking to me.
As I walked to a table she walked right by me going the other way, and I caught a whiff of her aroma. It was sweet pea, one of those feminine scents that made me insane with lust: especially when a woman like her was wearing it.

I watched her walk away and caught a glimpse of her wonderful, wide hips and a perfect bubble ass. She was wearing tight, white leggings and a red halter top, exposing her thick, enticing cleavage.

I bought a coffee and sat down with my books. I was reading but unable to get her out of my head. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew her from. But a little while later, something happened that I did not expect.

- JOHN

The bookstore was one of my favorite places to unwind at, but it was very busy that day. That was typical for Saturday’s there, I wandered for a bit and decided to go sit down. No tables were available, all of them had people sitting at them. But then I saw this man on the far side of the cafe, he was very handsome and all by himself. Then I realized why he looked familiar, he goes to the same gym that I used to. I gathered up my courage and walked over there.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?”

He looked at me and then I noticed them for the first time. The light coming in really captured the color of those big, gorgeous eyes-blue like the bluest skies. He looked surprised, but he definitely was welcoming to me.

“No, please have a seat.” He said in a deep voice that was soothing while it sent a tingle down my legs. I sat across from him and set my things down.

“Hi, I’m John.” He said with a smile while shaking my hand. I told him my name with a big smile on my face, I couldn’t hide it. “I know you, don’t I?”

“Yes, from the gym. We spoke about music once.” I answered while trying to hide my excitement at seeing him there. I felt it once again upon seeing him, the air was instantly charged by the animal magnetism I felt.

“Yes, that’s it! I was actually trying to remember why you looked so familiar.” He looked quite pleased that I was there with him.

My thoughts had lingered in the past on that day when we had talked. I wondered about him weeks after I had ended my membership at the gym. And now, it seemed like fate had intervened, at least that’s what I hoped for.

I noticed his collection of books and commented on his book about anxiety. I found out that we had both struggled with it and he opened up to me about what worked for him in his struggles with it. That made me feel more connected with him, my interest and attraction for him was blossoming. We talked for a long time about many things, he seemed quite interested in me.

- DAISY

I found out she was of half Irish and half African descent. That explained why her afro was a reddish-brown color. She had her mothers gorgeous eyes that were accented by her long lashes, just the way I liked them. Her long nose ended in a rounded tip above her red lips. My god those lips that looked like they could suck cock for days, the thick kind you just wanna suck and nibble on.

I really liked how our interaction was going, I was doing my best to be charming. I think it was working because she was constantly smiling and laughing at all my jokes. I was trying to think of a way to spend more time with her. I was getting hungry, so I decided to seize the moment.

“Daisy, can I buy you something to eat? Maybe from the nearby deli?”

“Eat at the deli?” She gave me a big grin. “Yes I’d love to, shall we go?”

“Yes, let’s go. Did you drive here?”

“Yes I did, I will see you over there.”

We both walked outside to our cars and drove the short distance to the deli.

- JOHN

Shortly after we arrived at the deli, it started raining. The rain always made me absolutely horny for cock. Maybe this handsome stranger will find out, if he’s lucky. Or am I? I was so happy he asked me to go eat, I was hoping to have him for dessert. I could sense that feeling tugging at me, gently yet with persistence it was drawing me in: I was becoming so attracted to him.

We both had a delicious meal together, he looked at me and put his hand upon mine during the meal. That, the flirting and the look in his gorgeous eyes made me absolutely weak inside. We got up to leave and I wondered when I would see him again, dare I hope that he wanted me like I wanted him?

- DAISY

The rain had slowed down by the time we walked back outside and I walked her to her car.

She reached for her car keys, but then she paused and looked at me. The smallest moment can sometimes change your life. That moment when attraction and sexual tension reaches a crucial junction. When she looked at me, she was saying goodbye, but her eyes were saying something else. I knew that look, and I absolutely seized that moment in time.

Sometimes, you meet a woman and you go out with her. Maybe it doesn’t work out and you never see her again. But when I kiss a woman, I make damn sure she’ll never forget it. Even if nothing else happens between us, I want her to remember me and that moment.

I grabbed her and kissed her. She moaned and opened her mouth to my wet, eager tongue. It was a long and deep kiss while I pulled her tight against me with my strong arms. I left her panting for more. She paused for a moment and looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes.

“Ohhh..oh my god.” She whispered with her lip quivering, she found it hard to maintain her composure after that. I knew what her look meant, I had seen it so many times before. She wanted to fuck me, there was no doubt about it.

“My place is not far…would you like to come over for…ummm..coffee?”

“Of course I would.” I gave her another lingering kiss and relished the look of horny desperation on her lovely face.

I walked to my car, my dick was already swelling from that hot kiss. I knew things were about to get much hotter soon.

- JOHN

Holy fucking shit, he can really kiss. He completely took my breath away with such passion, I was already so wet for him. I could feel my thick grool flowing down into my ass crack, sitting in my car seat was making it stick to my leggings. We got to my building and I led him upstairs with all haste, he grabbed me at my door and pressed his hard cock against my fat ass. I managed to get it unlocked, even though I was trembling in anticipation.

I sat on my couch and ran my hands down his front, all I could focus on was getting his cock in my mouth. I unzipped his pants and was taken aback by the size of his veiny trouser snake.

It was so hairy and thick. His beautiful cock was leaking pre-cum already. I kissed it all over and listened to him moan deeply. And that smell, that wonderful smell that only a man has down there. His cock was very clean and smelled so enticing, with only his natural odors filling my nose. He had already made me so fucking wet, it even surprised me that I was soaking my leopard print thong. Funny I considered that thong a good luck charm, and today I was very lucky indeed.

I had gone months without cock, and this near total stranger was about to have me. It felt so dirty to me, and so right. He pulled his shirt off and I took in the sight of his pale, strong body. He looked down at me with his gorgeous blue eyes and he ran his hands over my thick afro.

This much older man was truly a masculine stud to behold, I could not believe he was 43. He looked into my eyes and I felt totally powerless, I wanted to be utterly devoured by him.

I felt his throbbing cock sliding on my tongue, and it was heavenly. I slowly opened my mouth, gagging in my attempts to take him deeper into my throat. He groaned and pushed slowly on my head, coaxing me into relaxing my jaw to deep throat him. Then, all 8 inches of his fat manhood was in. I felt his pubic hairs against my round nose, he grunted and shivered as he swelled in my mouth.

I wanted all of him, in every hole fucking me hard, fast, and then so slowly. His cum all over me, dripping from my holes and filling my stomach. In that perfect, sensual moment that was the only thought I had in my dirty mind. Yes, I would be his possession for as long as he wanted me. Hopefully, for a long time to come.

- DAISY

Daisy sucked me like a hungry, wanton woman starving for cock. I loved watching her thick, ruby red lips slide over my cock as she whimpered and sucked it so hard. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that sparkled like green gems in the sunlight. I held her adoring gaze as I thrusted deep into her mouth and tugged on her hair.

She slurped it like a horny, desperate whore that was eager to please. I’ve had my cock sucked by plenty of women, but honestly, she might have been the best ever. And there was just something about how she looked at me, how she used her mouth and her tongue. And the atmosphere in her apartment was thick with the instant sexual chemistry between us. It was intangible, but also there was definitely an invisible charge in the air.

She then started going a bit faster, she moaned with her mouth stuffed with my tingling, aching cock. I started pumping and grinding Into her demanding, sexy mouth. My balls were so heavy from a lack of sex, but I didn’t want to cum so fast either.

- JOHN

I was a slowly boiling pot of sexual lust. And he had lit the fire under my stove, I was going to fucking explode soon, I realized my body felt like a pressure cooker of lust. Tasting his pre-cum was making my hairy cunt leak and drip in my soaking panties. My brown puffy nipples that actually stuck out off the end of my breasts were super sensitive, although I felt a little self-conscious about them.

I refocused as I felt my pussy absolutely throbbing, just tasting his delicious cock was enough to make me cum. I felt a little orgasm spreading through my thighs, and I hoped he would like my hairy pussy. I had shaved my legs but I liked how my fuzzy hairs felt between my legs and in my armpits. He pulled his cock out with my saliva dripping off and onto my top.

“I wanna see your body Daisy. Then I’m gonna fuck you.”

I was totally captivated by his commanding presence, I didn’t hesitate to strip for him.

- DAISY

She pulled off those extremely tight leggings and pulled off her halter top. She undid her bra, and let her magnificent breasts hang free.

Then I saw her thick, wide patch of reddish brown pubic hair under her leopard print panties. What a truly erotic and gorgeous sight that was, and I spotted the hair poking out of her armpits as well. I was even more turned on than before by her, my cock was hard as steel for her.

“Pull your panties off sexy.” I growled at her in a low voice. She trembled and obeyed, pulling them down to be totally naked before me. She was a rare and unique beauty, and I had to indulge in her.

- JOHN

I pulled my thong down and felt long, thick white ropes of grool clinging to my thigh. My panties had left a trail on their way down. I was almost in shock at how absolutely horny I was for him. But I still felt embarrassed about my breasts, they stood out like perky torpedoes with their fat and puffy nipples. But then, he spoke again.

“Your pussy is absolutely amazing and beautiful. So are your tits, I could suck on them all day every day.”

I shivered from feeling my body respond to him, but I also wanted to cry in happiness. He was being totally sincere, he really liked what he saw, I could see it on his beautiful face. Only a few moments had passed since my panties were off, but the sexual tension reached a fever pitch. He stepped closer and pulled me over to my recliner, he playfully pushed me down on my back.

Then, he fucking attacked me, he lunged at my juicy cunt with his mouth. I felt a huge jolt in my core as his sexy lips devoured my thick, hairy labia. He sucked them into his mouth and licked me with rapid, long strokes of his wide tongue. He so quickly sent me into ecstasy like no man ever had, I had never experienced anything quite like this.

“Ohhh..ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…fuck..yesss.” I babbled like a total slut, my mind was fading into the persistence of his assault on my soaked pussy.

His mouth slurped all my thick cunt juice and he licked labia up and down, then he fingered me. I felt his strong hands push apart the soft, yielding flesh of my buttocks, and he found my dark brown hairy asshole. He was licking and prodding all the right spots in my ass crack with long strokes of his tongue.

- DAISY

I licked her beautiful pussy and parted her very dark lips to reveal her bright pink center. I love the sounds a sexy woman makes when you lick her in her juicy center just right. She moaned loudly and pushed her crotch against my mouth, her grool was all over my face and her pubic hairs were dripping with it. I totally wanted all of her juices, and I loved sucking it out of her writhing body.

Then when I licked her asshole, she suddenly tensed up even more. Her body shook, her mocha skinned thighs trembled as she thrust her hips up off the chair and begged me. “Don’t stop! Please, please don’t! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

I pulled her left thigh with one hand, pushing her leg up high so I could go deeper with my other hand-I knew exactly what to do to her.

- JOHN

Again, holy fucking shit. His mouth and hands were doing things to me I’d never experienced before. He jammed his strong fingers suddenly into my leaking cunt. He rammed into my tight pussy with long, fast thrusts as I rubbed my clit hard and fast. My moaning, raspy gasps reached a peak as my whole body felt the sudden urge knotting up in my core.

Then I felt my breath stop for a moment as I heaved before I exploded in a huge, messy squirt. My pussy became a fountain as I had the biggest squirt of my life. I squirted before, but not like this. “Ohhh..my-my-my…FUCKING GOD!”

I finally screamed loud enough to wake the dead, as I rubbed and slapped my cunt into a sticky, milky mess.

- DAISY

I thought she was probably going to squirt, but this was fucking amazing. Her clear and white cream was all over my front, it was dripping down between her legs and over her chair. There was a puddle soaking into her area rug. She shook more with the end of her orgasms passing through her exotic body. I slurped up all the cum from her thighs and shared it with her in a lewd French kiss. She drank it all down and we shared a passionate kiss on the mouth.

I didn’t wait any longer, I grabbed hold of her thighs and started fucking her. She squealed and gasped with delight as her beautiful breasts swayed beneath me as I rammed my cock Inside her tight cunt.

- JOHN

I felt that thick rod enter me and he immediately pushed deep against my cervix. He grunted and pushed a few more times until he was completely inside me. His fat cock hit every little ridge inside my pussy, massaging me on the inside while his girth pushed sideways. My toes curled as I felt like cumming again on his cock. He was slowly grinding, then he suddenly went faster and faster. I felt him pounding me hard, his wet balls slapped against my hairy asshole.

I let out little moans with each plunging thrust, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t talk in that wonderful moment. I could only groan like a slutty bitch for more, because that’s what he awakened in me. This absolute surrender to my desires to be fucked so good like this, whenever and wherever he wanted me.

- DAISY

After a few minutes of fucking her, I put her legs up high on my shoulders to go even deeper. Her thighs pressed against her lovely breasts with her ass up. I pushed my cock back in, feeling her tightness open to me.

“Do you want it fucking rough babe?”

She looked deep into my eyes and licked her lips.

“Yes baby, pound your pussy. It’s your pussy now! Give it to me, stud! ”

I smiled at her and pushed deep as I rested my body on my hands above her to brace myself at an angle above her. My knuckles pushed into the chair as I pushed back in hard. I bottomed out in her cunt and made her mouth drop open with her loud moans of horny abandon. I went fast and deep, fucking her so hard that the heavy chair creaked.

- JOHN

His cock hurt at first, because I’m so tight, but my wetness made him glide back and forth inside me. His cock was buried deep inside me, right where I wanted it so fucking bad. I lost all self control by then.

“Fuck the pussy! Fuck the pussy! Fuck the pussy!! Fuuuck meeee! Yes daddy!”

He didn’t just make me wet, I was totally soaked. The deep fucking made me feel like I was constantly on the threshold of a huge orgasm, the pleasure was overpowering. My cunt was making loud, sopping wet noises as he fucked me with such forceful thrusting. Then I felt the squirts coming, one after another it jetted out of my cunt and drenched his crotch while it ran down my thighs.

A few more minutes and then I could feel him slowing down, I thought maybe he was going to cum and was trying to hold off.

“Are you going to cum?”

“Yes.” He grunted with a grimace of concentration.

“Just wait please baby. I need to feel you in my ass.” I felt his cock pull out with a loud, wet noise escaping my pussy. I ran to my kitchen and grabbed my coconut oil.

“Sit down in the chair stud.” I eyed him while I rubbed my asshole, coating it thoroughly. I put a generous amount on his aching cock. I took a deep breath in anticipation of that thick rod pounding my poor asshole, but I wanted it so badly. I turned and faced away from him, I rubbed my ass cheeks on that fat cock and teased him a little.

- DAISY

“Put it in my ass daddy.” She said as she wiggled her glorious ass on my dick. I grabbed the mounds of her ass and thrust. I slowly pushed inside her, feeling my length slide into her tight, brown bud. She moaned and pushed down with her hips, allowing my cock to fill her completely. Soon she was grinding and bouncing on me with hard, desperate thrusts on my girth.

Loud guttural noises and filthy obscenities spilled out of her along with her long, gasping groans of ecstasy. She leaned back and I held her close against my chest with my hands tweaking her fat nipples, that made her moan with another sweaty climax. Soon came a long series of moaning trembles with her hot, wet orgasms.

My cock pulsated, it was impossible for me to hold back any longer. I fired my thick hot jizz inside her with a string of shaking moans, her quivering body grinded hard against mine. Our mutual orgasms passed through our bodies like a burning wave of lust, fueled by our raw attraction for each other. I could feel my cum oozing back down over my hairy balls as my cock finally started to soften.

She laid there, sweating on me in the blissful afterglow. I kissed her and caressed her gorgeous, statuesque body. She let out deep breaths of elated satisfaction, she kissed me as her delicate hands rubbed my thighs. She turned around and sat in my lap, then she rubbed her body against mine while letting me indulge in her wondrous lips again, sucking and licking my mouth with hers.

- JOHN

“You are such an amazing daddy. Oh, is it OK if I call you daddy?”

“Yes.” I answered. “If you want to, that is fine.”

“That makes me happy, I need a daddy. My pussy needs to be tamed, I need a real man like you.”

“Well then, I think I am just the man for the job, my pet.” I gave her a wicked smile with a glimmer in my eye. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh yes I would.” She held me tight against her breasts. “Yes da

Explicit Sorority Scavenger Hunt

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 24 Sep 2025 14:21:00 -0500

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U.

By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

the Podcast

Life as a lowly pledge

The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy.

It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem.
"Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh.

"It's Cam." I said.

"It's Cam what?"

"It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult.

"It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!"

Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen.

"What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator.

"No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said.

"Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?"

And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop.

"I am so fucking stupid." I said.

I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid.

I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang.

I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me.

The bell rang again.

And again.

And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure.

I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it.

"What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place.

"How can I help you?" I said.

Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her.

The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb.

"I'm here for Beko." she said.

Dumb it is.

"He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said.

She blinked again.

"I didn't call. I walked."

"Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?"

"Nope. I want to see Beko."

"Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands."

She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring.

"Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically.

"June." she said.

"--June here to talk to you."

"Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties."

So I hung up.

"He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Is Joe here?"

"No. Just me."

"Louis?"

"No. He's out."

Ryan?"

"No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house."

She looked confused.

"No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said.

Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority.

"Pardon?"

"I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck."

Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high.

"Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said.

"I want to blow you off."

"Is that a pot joke?"

"No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha."

"And why is that?""

"Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial."

"I'm sorry?"

Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper.

Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty.

Back to the moment.

"Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision.

"So what do I do?"

"Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt."

I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in.

"Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him."

"Nope. He just has a nice dick."

Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko.

I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank.

What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last.

She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me.

I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach.

"You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head.

"I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes."

"Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth.

I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit.

She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again.

And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned.

She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand.

She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy.

I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me.

But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars.

"Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said.

She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love.

So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off.

"Did you just take a selfie?" I said.

"Yep. Gotta get the points." She said.

"I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram.

"So June, could you send me that?"

"Nope."

"Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her.

"Towel?" I said.

She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk.

"Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points."

And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far.

Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life.

One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true.

I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty.

I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors.

You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack.

So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened.

It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang.

It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one.

So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing.

The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere.

No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control.

I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

"Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?"

It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing.

"You can help me by getting out of my way."

"What?"

"'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid."

"Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way

She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag.

"I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy."

"Why is that?"

She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to."

She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again.

"This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said.

"Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat."

Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated.

"Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head."

She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers.

"I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said.

"It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said.

"It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect."

"Perfect for what?" I asked.

"This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it.

"Is this a shot list?"

"Of course. You can't direct without one."

"And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?"

"Of course."

"Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked.

"Me. I am the star of all my works."

"And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?"

"Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?"

I started pulling off my pants.

She put a hand on my chest.

"Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up."

You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding.

"I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said.

"I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-"

"You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch.

"More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?"

"Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot."

"So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder.

"Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious."

She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here.

"Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films."

She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement.

"But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker."

My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit.

"Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said.

She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt."

I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders.

"I don't have a script."

"We'll improvise."

She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her.

Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me."

I am a terrible judge of character.

That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips.

I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe.

"Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off."

Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants.

"You can

Serendipity

Snowden Speaks — Tue, 23 Sep 2025 06:11:00 -0500

She meets her 'Prince Charming' by accident.

by Bakeboss. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was late and in a rush add that to the slick streets from the first rain of the season and if you mix in a little of not paying attention you then have the perfect recipe for an accident. As you can see, I had no one to blame for sitting here in a ditch waiting for a tow instead of being on the blind date where I was supposed to be. I called Devon, or was it Kevin but only got voice mail; I left a message stating my problem and an apology for standing him up. It’s funny but I remember thinking for the first time since this was set up that I hope he was a loser so I hadn’t blown my chance for meeting my ‘Prince Charming’.

Triple A said that due to the rain, they were extremely busy but they’d get to me as soon as possible. I sat in the car mad at myself for doing yet again something stupid and as I watched the rain slide down my windshield, I felt my tears slide down my cheeks. Who was I kidding Melvin or was it Ivan, was not going to be my prince, princes don’t go on blind dates they have girls falling all over themselves to date them. No, maybe I was better off missing this set up no matter what my friend Grace said about him, he was probably a loser anyway. I kept asking myself what I was doing wrong why couldn’t I met Mister Right; I just knew he was out there but I simply couldn’t find him. It wasn’t that he had to be Brad Pitt it was just I didn’t want Kramer, surely between those two types there had to be someone for me.
To pass time as I waited I once again made a list of the pro and cons of me, Julie Harris, at least this time I kept the list just in my head. OK, well I know I’m no Angelina Jolie but I no Maya Rudolph either. Brown hair with brown eyes, kind of mousey but not bad. Thirty-three, at least I’m not some twenty-year-old bimbo and yet I’m still young enough to be called a girl. Yeah I could lose a few pounds but I am not fat no matter what my anorexic sister says. If I was a person who budgeted their time and paid attention to what they were doing I guess I wouldn’t be in this ditch would I. This was doing me no good at all as I am incapable of making an honest opinion of myself and then I was saved of this epiphany by the flashing lights of the tow.

I rolled down my window as he approached and he knelt down to talk to me. Hatless in the rain meant his blonde hair was matted to his head and water running down his face. I stared into cerulean blue eyes that were bright and concerned.

“Are you all right miss, do you need me to call medical help?”

I was mesmerized and could only manage a shake of my head. He told me I could sit in his truck while he fished my car from the ditch. When I got out of my car, I tripped on something, which broke my heel sending me falling into his arms. He caught me, and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, then carried me to his big white truck. I put my arms around him and held on for dear life, not that I was afraid he would drop me, no I just didn’t want him to put me down. I sat waiting as he hooked my vehicle to his tow bar and I noticed how clean and organized it was. I then noticed the plastic horses head attached to the hood as an ornament, that’s funny he arrives to save me in a big white horse.

He opened the door and then standing half in the cab took off his raincoat and tucked it behind the seat. I got my first good look at him illuminated by his interior lights my first thought was behemoth, or maybe that was my second thought as my first was ‘oh my god’. This man had to be close to Three hundred pounds and yes he was fat but he also had a lot of muscle. I would have to ask him if he was football player and then I realized I haven’t said one word yet. I open my mouth to speak but he beat me to it,

“I’m sorry miss but your car is not drivable, do you have a preference as to where you want it towed?”

I merely shook my head no, as I screamed to myself ‘speak you dullard, speak’.

“Why do you have a horse’s head hood ornament on your truck?”

Way to go girl you’re really making an impression on this guy.

“It’s something my boss did, he thinks it’s funny but I think it’s humiliating. You see my last name is Charmant which he knew means charming from his high school French and my first name is Price after my mother’s father…”

“So that makes you Prince Charming coming to my rescue on your big white horse.”

“Guess how many times a day I hear that line.”

I told him I was sorry for beating a dead horse and giggled and he smiled showing me his straight white teeth.

“If I tow you to the yard you’ll have to pay a night’s storage fee but if I tow you to your home you can park it for free.”

“But then I’ll have to have it towed to a garage tomorrow, won’t that cost more?”

“Let me make you a deal, you’re my last tow, my shift is over so I’ll tow you to your house and then on my way to work tomorrow I’ll tow you to wherever, no charge. All you have to do is promise no more prince charming remarks”

“I even do you one better, do you speak Italian? My last name is Biancaneve, which is Italian for Snow White, and my first name is Ella, and that roughly translates into little, so don’t talk to me about being teased about your name.”

He laughed at this as he agreed my name alone was worth the cost of his tow job.

I felt so at ease with Price as we exchanged light banter sprinkled with laughs that when we arrived at my place I automatically invited him up for coffee. He looked at me for a long time those blue eyes piercing into my soul. I think he was judging the sincerity of my offer, and then he smiled saying he’d love a cup of coffee. Riding up in the elevator, I realized I hadn’t eaten yet and I was starving so I upgraded my offer of coffee to a quick dinner. He said OK but only if he could help and how could I say no to an offer like that. Price put the pasta on to boil as I dug out some of my grandmother’s red sauce from my freezer and popped it in the microwave. While he graded cheese I made a quick salad from whatever greens I found in my frig and by the time he got the wine opened the pasta was done. To top it off he helped me clean the kitchen after our meal.

We took our wine to the front room and when we finished that I opened another bottle, it was not until we were half way through the third bottle that I realized we were in trouble. I knew I was buzzed but I didn’t care, I took the glass from his hand and leaned in close,

“Sir Prince Charming, you have saved the fair Young Snow White and it is now time for you to claim your reward.”

With that, I put my lips to his, he in turn wrapped his strong arms around me, and we kissed long and deeply. When we finally broke our embrace without a word I took his hand and led him to my bed where we made frenetic love as if it was our last night on earth. I awoke in the morning with a pounding headache yet enveloped in my Prince’s arms and I knew right then there was no place I rather be.

Will we live happily ever after as they do in fairy tales? I can’t answer that and all I’ll say is that now for the present I’m living as close to a fairy tale as possible. Really, what more could I wish for?

by Bakeboss

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Faith: First Times

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 22 Sep 2025 15:38:00 -0500

A Good Girl Discovers Sensuality.

By Fredly - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

At last, Faith went to sleep Thursday night. In the early morning she awoke confused by the happening and sights of the night before. She was not sure if she had really seen her classmates, Christine and Jim; together in that alley, or had just dreamed the whole episode. As she became more awake, she began to remember making herself come and recalled the dreams that she had during the night. She recalled that most of her dreams had included an enormous erect penis floating in the air and attempting to enter pinhole size openings.
Faith shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the visions. The visions of the sexual activity continued to dance in her head, so she quietly got out of bed and took her shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded down her body. The water created feelings in her similar to the feeling of the night before. As the feelings spread, she began to stroke her breasts and imagine what it would feel like if Steve, her boyfriend was caressing her.

Her thoughts of him served to increase the excitement. She dropped a hand down to her mound and began to stroke her pussy. Faith quickly found her clit and rubbed herself furiously. The waves of pleasure quickly hit, and she found it difficult to remain standing. She quickly finished her shower and dressed for school.

The small college was bustling by the time she arrived. It was a big day for the students. The rival college’s basketball team was coming into town that night for the annual showdown. When She walked down the hallway toward her first class, she thought about the past twenty-four hours. The thought of her actions in the shower that morning made her smile mischievously.

She stopped to open the classroom door when someone grabbed her from behind. She knew that it had to be Steve. No one else would dare to sneak up behind her like that.

"Good morning, Beautiful!" he beamed as he spun her around.

She reached up and gave him a quick kiss and said, "Morning Handsome."

They made some small talk about the game as she waited to go into class. Faith opened the door, and the couple went into her first class. When they reached her seat, he gave her a small kiss and turned to walk away.

"See you at Lunch," he called over his shoulder as he hurried toward his class. That night their date started at the game, where she cheered.

French Friday

They spent the first few hours of the date in their usual fashion. They had gone to the game then and stopped by the local fast-food joint for a bite and a little conversation with the rest of the gang.

Throughout the game and dinner, Faith continued to have flashbacks of the scene she saw the night before. She hoped that no one would ask her about the game because she was so distracted that she didn't think she could even recall the score.

After leaving the restaurant, Steve suggested that they take a drive. The two of them often drove around town, talking to their friends as they cruised up and down the main street of town. Instead of the normal drive, he turned the car out of town. She was still distracted and didn't mind driving in the county. He drove around for a few minutes trying to make small talk. When she finally glanced outside and noticed that they were driving down a deserted road. Up ahead there was a small grove of trees. Steve turned the car into the grove and stopped.

He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She scooted over and sat next to him and relaxed in the comfort of his arm. He stroked her face with his hand and talked about school, their relationship, and other small talk. She enjoyed hearing his voice and the feel of his hand on her face.

He bent down and kissed her. She felt nervous since they had never really spent any time alone in the car like this, but she was confident that she could stop him from doing anything that she didn't want. As he continued to kiss her, she began to get the same feeling between her legs that she had experienced in the alley. He was gently rubbing her back and shoulder and slowly moved his hand down to the front of her blouse.

She knew she should stop him, but his caresses felt too good. As long as he didn't try anything else, she decided not to remove his hand. He continued to kiss her and stroke her breast. Faith could feel her nipples harden with each caress and knew that he could feel her nipple as it pressed into his hand.

She wondered what it would be like to have his hand inside her blouse. She tried to put that curiosity out of her mind because she had been told that good girls didn’t let a date do that. He moved his hand. At first, she felt a sense of loss and wanted him to put his hand back. Suddenly, she began to panic as Steve began to unbutton her blouse.

"Steve, please don't! I can't let you!" she pleaded. He hesitated but continued to move his hand down her blouse, undoing the buttons.

"Please Faith? I won't hurt you, we have been going out for so long! The other guys tell me that their girlfriends don't mind!" As he spoke, he stopped undoing the buttons and placed his hand on her bra.

She sharply caught her breath. His hand felt so good. She knew that his hand wasn't going to harm anything if he just left it outside her bra. He began to caress both breasts through her bra as he kissed her deeply.

As he kissed her, he slowly touched his tongue to her lips. As his tongue touched her, she opened her mouth and let his tongue run across her teeth and into her mouth. She had never French kissed anyone before, but enjoyed the feel of his tongue as it pushed into her mouth. She began to play with his tongue with hers and sucked on his tongue as it snaked in and out across her lips. Gawd, she loved this!

He took his mouth off of hers and began to kiss down her neck. She shivered and felt as if she was floating in his arms. He continued to kiss down her neck until he reached her collarbone. She knew that he would stop soon, and they would go home. However, Steve continued to kiss along her collarbone, slowly pushing her blouse off of her shoulder.

"God, you look beautiful!" he exclaimed as he lifted his head and stared at her bra. "Please, let me look at you?"

She looked into his eyes and felt the same excitement that she had felt in the alley. "It's ok Steve, I’m nervous and a little scared. But if you really think that I am beautiful, I don’t mind.”

"God, yes! Can I kiss you here?" he asked as he grasped her breast through her bra.

"Please Steve, don't ask! I think that we should go! I want you to, but I just can't. Please don't ask!" As she spoke, she looked down and could see his hand on her bra now that her blouse had been pushed off her shoulder. She remembered Christine begging to be touched and wanted some of that for herself. She watched him reach into her bra and begin to pinch and stroke her nipple.

"Oh, Steve! That feels so good," she exclaimed as she pressed her chest into his hand. She couldn't believe that those words had come out of her mouth. She thought quickly about Jim and Christine and knew that it would feel so much better if her bra was not in the way. "Oh, Steve! Don't stop," she moaned.

She felt him moving his hand behind her back and fumbling with the catch on her bra. She subtly leaned forward to help. She wanted him to continue but didn’t want him to know how she felt. Just when she thought that she would either have to stop him or help him, she felt the catch give way. Her bra came loose, and he placed both hands on her full breasts.

"God! What nice tits!" he said.

"Please Steve, don't talk like that! It sounds so vulgar!"

Steve just blew it and made her feel cheap. "But babe, they are just beautiful! I can't help it!" he croaked. She was beaming again. His words boosted her fragile confidence in her own sexuality. He was out of the doghouse almost immediately.

She felt him fumbling to remove her blouse and bra and leaned into him, trying to help without showing her eagerness. Faith knew she should stop him, but she just couldn't. It felt too good. She felt herself being pushed back so that she was lying on the seat. Steve placed himself on top of her and kissed her nipples.

She arched her back so that she could press more of her breast into his mouth. "Yes! That feels so good! Don't stop! Kiss the other!"

Steve sucked her tits and she could feel the hardness between his legs as it pressed against her. Without any conscious effort, their hips began to move together. He ran his hand down her side and moved his hand in between their bodies. He pressed his hand against the front of her jeans. It felt so good, she wished it could go on forever.

Faith felt his fingers move as they attempted to unbutton her pants. She could almost hear her parents' lectures and the shame she had been taught. She panicked and pushed him off of her. She knew that he could not continue, but why? She was so confused and frustrated that she felt like crying.

Frantically she pushed him away. "Stop that! You know that I am not that kind of girl! I just can't let you go any further." Faith’s parents’ lectures spilled out of her mouth.

"Come on babe, stop teasing me! You can't just tease me and leave me like this! I’m so hard that I think I’ll burst! You just have to do something!" he begged. "Here, look for yourself!" he pled as he unzipped his pants.

She could see his straining cock as it poked through his white underwear. "Stop it, Steve! Put it back in your pants! You’re being disgusting!"

Faith turned to look away. As she turned, she took one more look at the object sticking out of his pants. She really wanted to look but the pressure was too much. She sucked in a breath as she froze in her internal conflict.

"Come on Faith! Look at it! I know you want to! Here, I'll take it out so you can see it!" As he spoke to her, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and watched as he pulled his cock from his pants. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward him. "That's it! Look at it real closely," he encouraged.

The tone of his voice and hands on her shoulder broke her trance. She knew she wanted to and used his encouragement to make her decision. She looked at his cock. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as it stood there hard and poking out of his pants. The erect phallus has a magical capacity to draw out a woman’s curiosity.

"Can I touch it?" she asked as she committed to her desires. It was confusing, on one hand, she couldn’t believe that she has said those words and on the other, she really wanted to feel his cock.

"That would be great!" he moaned. "I need some relief!"

Oh, how she wanted his needs met.

She slowly placed her hand on his cock. She could feel his cock pulse and twitch as she touched it. Steve jumped and moaned as her hand came into contact with his cock. It was so hot and firm. She loved the feel of it in her hand. She continued to rest her hand on his cock and Steve sucked in his breath.

"Do you like my hand on you?" she purred. She instantly realized the control that she had over him when she held his cock. She felt her pussy tighten with pleasure as she experienced this power.

"That's good. Just run your hand around it and move your hand up and down!" he moaned. She slowly circled her hand around the pulsing cock and explored the sensation. She could feel the slippery liquid that had oozed out of the head of his cock. Faith spread the sticky fluid around his cock, then, wrapping her fingers around it as far as she could, she moved her hand up and down. He started breathing deeper and rocked his hips, sliding his cock up and down in her hand. "That's it, baby, keep it up! Your hand feels so good! Don't stop, you're going to make me come!" he begged her to continue. "Faith, this feels so good!"

She felt his hips flexing faster and his cock grow hotter and bigger. "Do you like it, babe? Do you like my hand on your cock?" she asked. She knew his answer before he spoke. She was getting a thrill out of talking dirty. Where did that come from?

"Come on baby! keep going! I am coming!" he shouted.

She felt his cock get bigger and watched as the cock twitched and began spraying her hand with what she knew to be semen. Faith watched in amazement as the white fluid kept coming out of his cock. The car was filled with the earthy scent of his cum. As his cum stopped shooting out of his cock, he slowly relaxed and grabbed her into a tight hug. "That was the best!" he said as he kissed her.

Faith felt exhilarated at the pleasure she had given him. She grabbed some tissue from her purse to wipe up her hands and his glorious phallus.

They got dressed in silence. As they dressed, she couldn’t help feeling a little hurt. She had given him what he wanted, but she remained frustrated. Why did she have to stop him? Why didn't she let him put his hand in her pants? Why didn’t she let him?

They drove home and made small talk. It was the uncomfortable chit-chat that often occurred when they both wanted to talk about what had happened but neither one of them dared to start the conversation or admit their feeling. She couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying, and she was certain that he was rambling on about things he didn’t want to say, just to avoid the silence of the situation. When they got home, he walked her to the door and kissed her good night.

Faith went inside and went to her room. As she undressed, she could feel the wetness of her panties. Faith laid down and stroked herself to sleep. She was so frustrated that she came very quickly and saw stars as she exploded. She awoke two hours later from a vivid dream of his erupting cock. She had to change her panties once again, and go beck to sleep.

Saturday night depths

The next day was Saturday. Faith slept 'till noon. When she awoke and looked at her phone, she saw a message from Steve. He had called and wanted to see her that night. She knew she loved what had happened and she wanted more. Would she get what she wanted tonight? How did she get what she wanted without being too eager? Quickly, she picked up the phone and called him. They made plans to go to a movie and get something to eat.

He arrived on time that evening to take her to the movie. She was excited and could tell that he was as excited as she was about the evening. They went to the movie, as usual, pretending that this was just a usual date. After the movie, she got into his car. He started the car and she heard him ask, "What do you want to do tonight?"

She knew what she wanted but reluctantly she shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Whatever you want honey!" She hoped he would read her mind and make the decision to go to the grove.

They drove down the street and she could tell that he was thinking about the night before. He was trying to play it cool and pretend to casually drive around town. She was delighted that she was able to make him so happy. Steve nonchalantly drove out of town, nervously glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She knew he was hoping that she wouldn’t notice or object to where they were headed. As they drove, they both knew where they were going. In a few minutes, they found themselves back at the deserted grove of trees.

He quickly kissed her and removed her blouse, reached behind her, and unfastened her bra. He let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't stopped him and began sucking on her tits. She squirmed in delight as he sucked at her nipples.

"That's it hon! keep sucking! it feels so good!" she cooed. He stopped sucking after a few minutes and sat back. He tried to subtlety indicate what he wanted. He raised his hips, trying to persuade her to touch him. She rolled her eye. He wasn’t as clever as he thought he was. She knew what he wanted and decided to play along with his “persuasion.” She reached down and unfastened his pants.

"Good!" he said "That's it! take it out!" She reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. It felt so alive. She lifted his cock out of his underwear and she could already see the moisture collecting on the head. She began to stroke and explore his cock as he signed in relief.

She decided that tonight, she didn't want to go home frustrated. She stopped her ministrations after a few minutes.

"Don't stop now!" he begged.

"How about sucking on my nipples some more?" she asked. He brought her face to his and kissed her.

"Sure, I would love to!" he chuckled. They kissed and he pulled her so that she was laying across his lap, with her head leaning against the car door. She could feel his straining cock as it pressed into her back. He kissed her neck and worked his way toward her breasts. She sucked in her breath as he kissed and nuzzled her tits.

"Yes! Yes, that's it!" she moaned.

He had his left arm around her back, bracing her from the car door. As he kissed her tits, he reached his hand around and began stroking her left breast as he kissed and sucked at her right nipple. He stroked her stomach with his right hand. He cautiously moved his hand lower on her stomach until he reached the top of her jeans. She felt his hand move hesitantly under the waistband of her pants. He moved his hand back and forth along her stomach, just under the material of her jeans, building up confidence, then his hand crept lower and soon was squarely between her legs. She was ready for him this time.

She longed to have him touch her the way she had seen Jim touching Christine.

"Please don't tease me!" she whispered. "I need to feel your hand touching my skin."

He smiled and undid the buttons on her jeans. Steve unbuttoned all the buttons and placed his hand on her panties. She sucked in her breath as he stroked her through the thin material.

"Baby, that feels so good!" she purred. "Don't stop!" She was so wet and knew that he could feel the cloth of the panties getting damp as he rubbed her.

He felt the hair that surrounded her mound and ran his finger down the crease in the center of her mound. She almost lifted her hips clear off of the seat as she felt his finger stroke her through her panties. She rocked her hips into his finger. He then reached up higher and placed his hand inside the band of her panties.

"Go on!" she encouraged him. He pushed his hand under her panties and down onto her pussy. He explored her mound and ran his fingers through the patch of hair surrounding her cunt. He stroked her and felt her pussy lips opening and he could feel the moisture seeping out of her.

"God, you're wet!" he said as he ran his hand down between the lips of her cunt and into her opening.

"Yes! Yes, that's it, rub right there!" she begged. He felt her becoming slicker and opening up as he ran his hand along the slit into her pussy. She jumped as he touched her clit. "Rub harder, come on baby! make me come!"

"Lift your hips so I can get your pants off!" he said as he rubbed her clit.

“Stop talking and help me cum! You can feel enough already!" she groaned as she rubbed her hips back and forth on his finger.

"It would be a lot nicer for you if I didn't have to fight with these damn pants!" he whispered as he continued to circle his finger on her clit, dipping a finger into her pussy.

"You're doing great just as you are! Rub harder! I'm coming!" she cried "Uhn! Uhn! yea baby, more! Yes! yes! yes!" she screamed, and her body tightened as she rubbed herself against his finger. She continued to groan and writhe as she felt the waves of her orgasm.

She started to relax, and she could feel the rock-hardness of his cock poking into her back. She turned to look at the bulge poking out of his pants and started to his cock. While laying in his lap, it was awkward to try and stroke his cock, so she hopped back to her side of the car and continued to explore his cock.

"Yes, baby that's it! Do it like you did last night!" he moaned. She opened his pants farther and exposed more of his cock. She teased his cock as he moaned in delight. "God, Faith that feels great! Put your hand around it and move your hand up and down!" She grabbed his cock and wrapped her hand around it.

"Steve, it's so big! I can't get my hand around it!" she said, still surpr

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