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The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 03 Jul 2025 08:31:00 -0500

John tries to keep his relationship a secret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kathy called."

"She did?" John kept himself calm.

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

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

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

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

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

"She did?" John was flummoxed.

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

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

"Kathy asked me what we did last night."

"What?"

"You heard me, didn't you?"

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

"What do you think I told her?"

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

Rachel just laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ugh...Oh God..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where's Kathy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"John...we need to talk."

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

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

"Okay, you've got my attention."

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

"Slept with me?"

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

"I..."

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

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

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

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

"John," Wendy said simply.

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

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

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

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

"I guess I'd better call Kathy."

"She'll be furious," Wendy said.

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

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

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

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

"Well?" Wendy asked.

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

"Where will you go?" Rachel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Wed, 02 Jul 2025 05:11:00 -0500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel giggled. “Can I come in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How were the kids?”

“They were perfect angels, just like always.”

“No problems?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John pulled his hands away as if they were burned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“She just had surgery this morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? How?”

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

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

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

“Wow. Thank you,” John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking.

The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. “I’m not sure how late I’ll be Rachel,” he said.

“That’s no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll call and order you a pizza if I’m going to be really late.” John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Shit!

Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red.

“Don’t worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I’ll cook something up. Just let me know when you’ll be home. I love to cook, and I’ve got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys,” she called into the family room.

“Good bye daddy!” two little voices shot out in unison.

John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself…life is what you make it.

“Okay, then,” John said. “Dinner’s on you, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Rachel said, beaming at him. “Have a great day Mr. Greene,” she called after him as he walked out the front door.

John turned to her. “Call me John,” he said and headed off to work.

John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home.

“That’s great, John,” Rachel said. “Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in.”

“Wow. You really are good,” he said. “Thanks again. You didn’t really have to cook dinner.”

“Yes I did silly,” Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. “Hi, John,"Rachel smiled at him. "How was your day?” It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once.

“It was great,” he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. “I’m really glad to be home though.” That was the truth.

“Well I’m glad you’re home too,” Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house.

John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread.

Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well.

“Thank you. This looks wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. I’m a little nervous. I’m afraid you won’t like it.”

The both sat down and started eating.

“Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?” John couldn’t believe how good it was.

“My mom,” she replied. “Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I’ve taken some concurrent enrollment classes at the community college already.”

Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality.

“Uh…that might not be a good idea,” he said. “I don’t want you driving home after drinking and I don’t want your parents to think that we’re…partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be drinking at all”

“I already thought about that,” she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth.

John’s cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she’d already thought about that?

“Drink up. It’s really good,” Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.

John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn’t realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was.

“That really is good,” John said. “How were you planning on getting home?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not,” Rachel said simply, taking another drink. “I told my parents that you wouldn’t be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning.”

“Well…I mean…”

Rachel cut him off with laughter. “You are so silly,” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

“Well, let’s finish up, "John said.

When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cl

Lick Me

Piper's Posts — Tue, 01 Jul 2025 11:23:00 -0500

"I arrived home to a series of surreptitious notes, posted for my instruction."

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

It was a long day at work, frustrating and annoying, absolutely loved the fact that it was over. I was ready for my 20 minute ride home, and watching some TV to try to relax, then bed. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what happened next.

When I arrived home, there was already a car in my driveway, one that I did not recognize. I pulled in behind the vehicle and went and looked inside to see if I recognized it, but nothing looked familiar. I went to the door to my house and it was unlocked.

I went inside and smelled food cooking, a dinner table with two plates, some candles and two wine glasses and a folded piece of paper at the center of one of the plates. When I opened the paper, I saw two words, "dessert first!" I looked around the room, there on the wall, another note. I opened it, two more words; "come now; "

I went down the hallway, and in front of the closed bathroom door, another note, "enter me!" I opened the door and was greeted to an incredible sight, Alison, one of the salespeople at my work, completely naked, covered in some kind of white liquid. On her body, just two words, "lick me!"

I have never thought anything would ever happen with Allison, she was gorgeous, and I, well; I'm not. No thoughts ever entered my mind, she was way out of my league. Everyone at work wanted her, but to my knowledge, she never gave anyone a shot.

I snapped back in to the moment once Allison looked at me and said, "kiss me!" I did not delay and I approached her and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers as both of us opened our lips to let the other one in. Her hand reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in deeper to our kiss.

I broke our kiss long enough to say, "are you sure?"

She looked at me and smiled, "sorry, I was tired of waiting for you to make a move!" She said, "I've been into you for a while, you were just too dumb to realize it."

I pulled her close and kissed her hard, passionate and our bodies merged, coating my clothes with whatever this white substance was. She broke the kiss, and she whispered softly in my ear, "dessert first!" She grabbed my hand and slid it between us, and down between her legs.

My fingers slid easily between her legs and between the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in my ear, "about time, I've wanted this for a very long time."

I bent my head down and kissed her neck as my fingers opened her and dove inside of her. I moved lower to the top of her chest and tasted the white substance, it was whipped topping, lots of it. I tasted the fluffy substance along with her skin. I was intoxicated, and I wanted more of her.

My hands moved over her mound, and inserted my finger inside. Taking time to tease her, stroke her button, until I hear her moan again. Then I slid another finger inside, playing in her wetness, making her breathing erratic. She was enjoying my fingers, and I was enjoying the fact that I could give her this kind of pleasure to her.

She pushed my hand away and told me to "come now; " And encouraged me to follow her into my bedroom. I followed her naked body, watching as her backside moved away. Her fine naked ass looked incredible as she jumped into my bed and laid down on her back.

Allison motioned for me to come join her and I fought the urge to run and jump on top of her. Instead I casually walked over and sat down next to her sexy body. I touched her body as I stuck my finger in the creamy white stuff that covered her. I slid my hands over her body, paying close attention to her breasts, everything but her nipples.

My hands fully coated in whipped cream, she grabbed my wrists and pulled it towards her, licking my fingers clean, one by one. Then she grabbed two of my fingers and pulled my hand until two of my fingers were all the way down.

She about choked on my fingers, but she slid my hand back and forth down her throat, and I felt tingles down my body and my already semi hard rod, started to become turgid.

She released my fingers and slid my hand down her body, straight down between her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs.

My fingers slid easily between her lips, her arousal was very evident by how juicy she was. I bent over and captured her nipple between my lips. I loved the taste of the cream, but I really loved that I was sucking on the hottie from the office that everyone wanted. She tasted incredible, and I was loving every second of this magnificent beauty on my bed covered in cream.

My lips and tongue moved over to her other nipple, and I nibbled gently. She let out a soft moan as my fingers played with her juicy opening and my mouth teased her nipples until they pointed straight up to the ceiling.

I licked my way down her coated body, I stopped at her belly button, and licked circles around her belly button, leaving a warm wet circle of my saliva dripping into her button. I left a trail down from her belly button to her pubic bone.

When my tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud moan, but when my lips surrounded her button and sucked gently, she came. Her scent flooded my nostrils as her juices ran down her seam and onto my bed.

I continued softly sucking on her throbbing clit, as she rode out her climax, grabbing my hair and pulling my head hard into her privates. I slid my way up her body and kissed her again, this time, she tasted her own juices. Licking my lips and sucking my tongue into her mouth, she was incredibly turned on and there was only one way to satisfy her.

Her hands helped me out of my cream covered shirt, and went for my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and quickly exposed my hard member. Her hand stroking me until I was completely solid. I stood up and removed every stitch of clothing I had left. She pulled my erection down towards her and wrapped her lips around me. Her head moved slowly down my pole until I filled her mouth completely. Again, almost choking on me. She continued sucking on my rod for a minute before she let it slip out of her mouth.

She smiled at me, and said, "enter me!"

I climbed on top of her and positioned my tool just above her sweet opening, running the head up and down her slit, coating myself with her juice. I poked the head inside, just to test the heat from between her lips, then I pulled out. I did this a few times before she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside of her. She gasped loudly as I entered as deep as I could, staying there, embedded inside of her.

Slowly I started to move in and out of her. I withdrew until I almost slid out before I would slowly plunge back inside of her. She moaned every time I withdrew and gasped every time I pushed back inside. I could feel her muscles wrapped tightly around my hardness, not wanting to lose its grip on me. Back inside as her hands grab me by the hips and encourage me to push deeper within her.

I pumped in and out of her with reckless ambition, pushing my own limits of stamina to the breaking point. This incredible woman who I didn't even know liked me, was about to feel my warmth flood her insides. I was almost to the point if crashing when she took a firm grasp at my tool and pulled it out, jerking me until I covered her in another cream. She cheered as my seed shot from between her legs to her chest and chin.

"Dinner should be ready to come out of the oven," she continued with a smile, "can you go check on it for me?"

I said, "sure, but how did you get into my house to even do all of this?"

She smiled again, "sorry, that's my secret!" As she walked into the bathroom to clean up. I got dressed and went to check on dinner.

It's been a year since that first night, and she still won't tell me how she got in. But now she has her own key.

By Fugman for Tumblr.

The Picnic Blanket

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 30 Jun 2025 11:13:00 -0500

Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach.

By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat.

As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours.

But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies.

“What’s up?” Rosalie asked.

“I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?”

Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?”

“Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?”

“I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.”

“Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.”

“Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.”

“Perfect. See you in few hours.”

Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down.

Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later.

“So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?”

“No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.”

“So, this is a summer holiday trip?”

“Exactly,” Celia said.

“And you’re not hooking up with either one?”

“No… but…”

“Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?”

“I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.”

“Distract how?”

Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.”

“Maybe I should know their names first.”

“Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.”

Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away.

By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d already had her weekend. This had been a marvelous idea. The boys pulled up in a pickup right behind them and she made herself useful, helping unload.

As Jason and Celia built a fire, Rosalie stared out at the lake wistfully. She’d forgotten to bring a swimsuit, but she didn’t want to soak her clothes by going in fully dressed. It was an isolated location, but she didn’t know any of these people well enough to go skinny-dipping in front of them. If nothing else, she’d at least do some wading.

Then she turned around, noticed the blanket Celia was spreading out over the ground. Rosalie realized that Destiny had just decided what she’d be doing on this trip.

“Why did you bring that blanket?” she asked Celia.

“Did I make a mistake? You told me to get anything we might need from your apartment. This seemed like a nice, sturdy blanket, but old enough to not worry about if it got a little stained.”

That was true enough, Rosalie thought. It had been stained plenty. “That is my family’s Summer blanket. It has a tradition.”

“I can put it back in the truck,” Celia offered. “I didn’t realize it was special.”

“No. It’s been laid out. It’s too late. What will be will be.”

“You’re talking funny.”

Rosalie nodded. “That blanket has a tradition.”

“You said that.”

“It was made as a gift for my grandmother when she got married. It was laid on her bed for the first time on her wedding night. My uncle was conceived that night. All my uncles and aunts, and my own mom, of course, were conceived on or under that blanket. Always in the summer. And like her mother, my mom lost her own virginity on that blanket. As did I. As did my brother. That blanket has claimed a lot of virginity and has caused a lot of babies to be born. I don’t think we’ll be able to resist its power.”

“I didn’t realize you were superstitious,” Celia said.

“I’m not. And it sounds ridiculous, I know. But my family has always been wary of that blanket. Spring, Fall, and Winter, it’s just a bedcover. But in the Summer, if you bring out that blanket, things happen. When I was eighteen and still in high school, my mom asked me to stay home one day so I could let in the plumber when he arrived. She hadn’t realized it was the first day of Summer. The blanket was draped over the back of the couch. When the plumber got there, I didn’t even speak to him. I opened the door, led him to the couch, and took my clothes off. I gave my virginity to a total stranger who smelled like rusted pipes.”

“You weren’t drinking or anything?” Celia asked skeptically.

“I never drank at eighteen. It’s the blanket. I told my mom what happened with the plumber, and she told me about the cable guy and reminded me of the time when she’d sent me to my room when the pizza arrived. That blanket seduces in the summers. It’s summer now. Things are going to happen.”

“Only if we want them to,” Calia promised.

“Oh, we’ll want it. We’ll want it like we’ve never wanted anything in our lives. We’ll want it more than we’ll want our next breath.”

Celia clearly didn’t believe her, but Rosalie was resigned to this fate and didn’t bother trying to convince her. She’d planted the seeds. Belief would come later. She picked up her backpack and headed for the fateful blanket, wondering which of these guys was going to have her this day.

The boys gave her a friendly greeting and offered her a beer. She almost declined, for the sake of the baby. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t pregnant yet. Probably by midnight. But not yet. She took the bottle they gave her and swigged down a third of its contents.

Even knowing what the evening had in store for her, Rosalie was still feeling relaxed and optimistic. And the cool, clear water of the lake was even more inviting than it had been before. She might get some swim time in after all, considering what Destiny had in store for her, even if Destiny needed a little help.

They settled down to just talk and watch the fire and the water. Celia and her friends talked of people, places, and events that Rosalie didn’t know. Rather than feeling bored or offended, a sense of anticipation was building inside her. The Summer Day was hot, but Rosalie’s arms were covered with goose bumps as excitement flowed through her veins.

She lay back on the Summer blanket and wondered about the wisdom of telling Celia about the legend. The rational mind would reject such a concept. But she remembered the weight of that plumber, crushing her into the sofa, claiming her innocence without even knowing her name. It was a true story, even if she’d fudged some of the details.

The heat in her blood got to be too much. She had to act. She needed to bring that simmer up to a boil or find a way to cool it down. Looking to the lake again, she thought, or maybe do both at once.

“I’m going for a swim,” Rosalie announced. It no longer mattered that she didn’t have a swimsuit. She took off her t-shirt and threw it on the blanket, then wriggled out of her jean shorts. She was still wearing her underwear, but she didn’t want to get it wet, and sooner or later, at least one of these guys was going to see everything she had. It was guaranteed.

They were both cute, Jason with a soldier’s ruggedness and Charles looking like a shy physicist who still might win two out of three arm wrestling matches at the tavern. Rosalie didn’t know enough about them to make a choice, so she’d let them choose. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, tossing it on her growing pile of clothes. Sliding her panties down her legs, she took a quick peek at the three shocked faces watching her strip.

Rosalie’s face was red, but she had no regrets. She ran to the water and kept going until she was waist-deep in the lake. Only then did she turn around and look at her companions.

The boys had turned to grin at each other. Celia was looking out at her like she was crazy. But none of them seemed particularly offended or angry. That possibility had occurred to her as she was running, but it had been too late to undo the striptease and even if they had been upset, it would not have been enough of a reason to put her clothes back on.

“Come on in!” Rosalie yelled. “The water feels great!”

Jason and Charles jumped up and started shucking off their clothes. Celia hesitated, but as she saw her two naked friends moving toward another female, she knew she could not sit this out. Celia was willing to let Rosalie have one of the men, but not both. And Celia wanted first choice. It took her less than a minute to get out of her own clothes and by the time Jason and Charles reached Rosalie in the water, Celia had caught up.

It was only awkward for a moment, standing in the waist-deep water, all four of them pretending not to notice the girls’ bare tits. But Rosalie felt a sense of duty. She had started this. It was her task to break the ice.

“If you want to touch my boobs, it’s okay. You have my permission,” she said to Celia. They all laughed, as Rosalie had intended.

“What about us?” Charlie asked.

“Of course. Celia has my permission to touch both of you as well. If she wants to.”

Under the surface of the water, Rosalie reached out and grabbed both men’s cocks. “Fine specimens, girlfriend. Would you like to handle the merchandise?”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Celia marveled.

“It’s the blanket. I told you this would happen.”

“What about the blanket?” Charlie asked.

“Never mind. Don’t you want to put your hands on me?”

“Of course,” he said, reaching for her chest.

She slapped his hand away. “Ask Celia first. Show her what you want to do to me, then ask permission. If you impress her, she might say yes.”

Charlie put his hand on Celia’s tit and squeezed it gently. “Can I touch your friend? Like this?” he asked.

Celia nodded and he put his other hand on Rosalie’s chest, fondling both women at once. Rosalie looked at Jason. “Now you.”

Understanding, Jason grabbed hold of Celia’s free breast, and at her nod, claimed Rosalie’s as well. She’d never felt anything like this, two men groping her at once, neither of them known to her. And she had two cocks in her hands. It was taboo and exciting. She was thrilled to be trying this, especially under the open sky.

Rosalie and Celia stroked the boys under the water while the boys fondled them above the water. “This was a good idea,” Rosalie said. “If this is what picnics are like, I’ve been missing out.”

“I’ve never been on a picnic like this,” Jason admitted.

“What do you usually do?”

“Well, if there’s a beach, and girls who are willing, we might have a chicken fight.”

“What’s that?”

It was Charlie who answered. “The girls get on the guys’ shoulders and then try to knock each other off.”

“Long way to fall. Good way to get hurt,” Rosalie mused.

Celia laughed. “No, they do it in the water. It’s like double-decker dunking.”

“I’m game,” Rosalie volunteered.

“No! We’re naked! Our…you know…will be right on their necks.”

“You could ride backward,” Jason suggested. Rosalie blushed as hard as Celia, but she said again, “I’m game.” She could just imagine pressing her crotch to a guy’s face as she struggled to throw Celia into the water.

“I don’t think so,” Celia said.

“Too bad,” Rosalie lamented. “You guys will just have to think of another way to kiss us down under.”

Charlie grinned. “What about you? Are you willing to taste a little sausage?”

“I’m afraid not. I never do that unless I get tricked into it.” Rosalie shook her head ruefully. Then she slyly grinned. “Unfortunately, I am notoriously easy to trick.”

“How does a guy go about tricking you? Any advice would be appreciated,” Jason said.

Rosalie screwed up her face into an expression of deep thinking. “Well, I’m a fiend for chocolate. If you told me that your dick tasted like chocolate, I’d be skeptical, but I would probably have to test the claim for myself.”

Celia was feeling bolder with Rosalie’s outrageous behavior making her own shyness disappear. “What if he told you his sperm tasted like chocolate?” she asked Rosalie, joining in the playful banter.

“That would be very clever. I would almost certainly have to take a taste.”

“What if I wanted to fuck you?” Charlie asked her.

“That’s up to Celia. Celia gets to choose who fucks who.”

Both men looked at Celia, who blushed, but accepted the responsibility. And she’d gotten braver. “I want you guys to make a good impression on Rosalie. I think you should both fuck me first. Whoever does it best can then have her.”

This was more than agreeable to the boys. They glanced at each other, then each of them picked up one of the girls and started carrying her to the beach. Rosalie happily found herself supported by a strong man’s arms.

Charlie carried her out of the lake and laid her gently on the blanket. Celia was plopped down next to her. The expression on her friend’s face was nervous but excited. She pointed to Jason to go first.

He came down on top of her. She spread her legs and lifted her knees to welcome him, as if the grin on her face didn’t do that already. Jason lifted her ass from that blanket and sat down, seating her on his thighs and pulling Celia onto his lap.

Rosalie had watched porn before, so what she was seeing was not new to her, but she’d never gotten a live show. With her cheek next to Celia’s, she just looked down and watched as Jason’s cock penetrated her friend. He went in slow and gentle and then stopped when he was seated balls deep.

As he pulled back out, Rosalie saw the shining moisture on dick and could resist reaching down to touch it. She put the tips of two fingers on him, feeling him slide into the pussy.

“Hey, Celia!” Charlie called out, also watching the fucking, “Is it okay if your buddy gives me a blowjob? Out in the water, she said it was up to you.”

Celia gave her consent and Rosalie sat up and smiled at him. She looked down at his dick, which was rock hard and pointed at her. “Come closer,” she said. “Stand on the blanket.”

She pointed at where she wanted him. He knelt down, straddling Celia’s head. Rosalie was able to look her friend in the eye as she took Charlie into her mouth. She wanted Celia to watch her sucking this cock. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed important.

And she should have an excellent view. Celia should be looking up at Charlie’s cock and balls from just inches away. The smooth skin of his penis sliding through Rosalie’s lips should be very up close.

The hard, hot flesh on her tongue was exciting and wonderful but it was also a distraction. Rosalie was trying to keep her attention on Celia, flicking her eyes back and forth from Jason’s cock in her pussy and then back to Celia’s eyes.

“Don’t come,” Celia moaned.

“Who are you talking to?” Jason asked. “I’m starting to get close.”

“Both of you, stupidhead. I’m just the tester. Rosalie is the one you’re auditioning for. If either of you come now, show’s over. Besides, I’m not on the pill and you’re not using a condom. I don’t want that stuff inside me today.”

“Then we’d better change off pretty soon,” he said.

“I’m ready,” Charlie agreed. “I want to try some pussy.”

Rosalie reluctantly released Charlie’s cock from her mouth and lay down to be fucked by Jason. But Celia objected. “No. Not yet. I’m not done evaluating. When I decide who is the best fucker, that’s the one who gets you. Just suck his cock while I try out Charlie.”

That was acceptable. Rosalie got back on her knees and knelt at Celia’s side. She leaned across her to taste Jason’s Celia-flavored dick while Celia herself got plugged with a new man’s cock. Rosalie grinned around Jason at the grunting sound Celia made. Mission accomplished, she thought. Celia had long wanted both these men. Now it was done. She might be less shy in the future, and even if she wasn’t, these guys would surely come back for seconds and thirds and fourths.

Rosalie was also enjoying the adventure. Rosalie had never tasted pussy before. But she had bathed Charlie’s cock with her tongue, coating it with her spit, before he plunged it into Celia. And now Jason’s dick was in her mouth, soaked in Celia’s juices. It was almost like she was licking Celia’s cunt. She savored the experience,

“I’ve made a decision,” Celia panted as Charlie continued to ride her. “Jason is quite the excellent fucker, but Charlie’s the one having me right now. I think my favorite is always going to be the one on top of me.”

“A cock in the bush is better than the one in the friend?” Rosalie teased.

“Exactly. So Jason can fuck you now if you want him to.”

“Oh, I do! If he’s ready.”

“I have never been so ready,” Jason said, pulling out of her mouth and practically shoving her onto

My Sister’s Best Friend

Piper's Posts — Sun, 29 Jun 2025 11:23:00 -0500

“It’s okay, you can look all you want,"

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.

My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career. When the phone rang, we both thought it is either Mom or Dad checking up on us, we both argued on who would pick it up. I picked up the phone and was delighted to hear that it wasn’t Mom or Dad, but one of my sisters friends from college. I threw the phone on the chaise lounge and jumped in the pool, my sister, rather disgusted that she would have to leave the cool water to pick up the phone because I wouldn’t bring it to her.

“Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.”

She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.”

I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!” “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!” I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest. She just walked away. About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me. I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen. She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach. I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle.

My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump. “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool. I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks. The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up. I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?” Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes. I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say. She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.”

I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed. A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway. Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?” I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock. I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.”

About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!” I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well. The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped. “What’s this, as she reached under the water and grabbed the front of my trunks.”

I must of looked scared to her because she looked at me and said, “it’s okay as long as this for me.”

I said, “of course it is, I have been this way since I first saw you walk through the porch door.”

Danni smiled again and said, “good, because I’m really horny now and I need you bad.”

She reached down and pulled my trunks down to my ankles, lifted off her bikini top and crushed her breasts against me as she went back to kissing me passionately. I fumbled to reach the ties at her hips that would release the bikini bottoms, so that I could see her in all of her naked glory. The sun, the water, her body all of these I was loving. I couldn’t wait for her to touch me, I couldn’t wait to touch her. I reached my hand between us and found her stomach, I slowly moved my hand south until I found her belly button, I played with the ring there and then moved south again.

My hand felt her soft hair, flowing in the water, tickling my fingers as I explored. When I finally reached my destination and touched her for the first time, she gasped her delight and grabbed my erection firmly. I started to move my head down to her neck, kissing and licking as I went down to her chest, which was barely covered in the cool water.

I dragged her down farther into the shallow end and began my descent again. I kissed her, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, I nibbled and slowly moved down to the place between her breasts and her neck. Every time that I concentrated on an area for a moment, I was greeted with a moan and her hand moving up and down on my erection.

When I reached her breasts, I slowly licked my way around her nipples, being very careful, not to touch the nipple. She was growing more and more excited, with my hand still playing down below and me teasing her breasts at the same time. She pushed me away and sat me on the stairs at the end of the pool, “enough playing, I want you now!” She straddled my legs and let me kiss her breasts for a moment, which I finally moved my tongue around her nipples, she moaned and dropped down, engulfing my erection inside of her.

The coolness of the water, the heat between our legs was becoming too much for the two of us. We were both trying to make it last, she was moving very slowly up and down on my lap, moaning every inch that I moved in or out. She began kissing me wildly, moaning my name as we continued closer and closer towards are impending orgasms. Her body was incredible, shimmering off the water and sweat rolling off of her.

I couldn’t hold out any longer as we both started moving more quickly. We both climaxed about the same time, each one moaning and grasping for breath. She collapsed in my arms in one great moment of release. She kissed me once again with great passion and then went to retrieve her suit. “Your sister will be home soon, and she will never know about this, understood?” “My lips are sealed,” I said as I replaced my trunks on my body. I phoned my mother and told her the good news, “I know what college I want to go to.”

By Fugman for Tumblr.

My Wife, The Model?

Piper's Posts — Sat, 28 Jun 2025 11:23:00 -0500

My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill.

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast. Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure. With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”

This is a dream that I have often fantasized with my wife about, she always said that she would never pose for pictures for anyone but me. One day when Kristen was at work, I went out and rented a nice professional . camera with all of the attachments, a few lights, and I even had our friend Cassandra come over to help me out. Cassie is a professional beautician, and she agrees that Kristen should be a model.

It was party Cassie’s plan to get Kristen all made up and then take pictures of her. I knew that we couldn’t take pictures of her with our house, which looks like a shack on its best day, so I went downtown and rented a luxury suite for the night. When Kristen came home from work, Cassie was already there, and she told her that Kristen was going out for a night on the town and wear something sexy and pack an overnight bag.

I was adjusting the lighting when my beautiful wife and Cassie showed up. Kristen couldn’t believe all of the trouble that I went through to pull this off, I looked at Cassie and said “thanks, Kristen Looks incredible.”

Cassie said thanks and instructed Kristen to show her the Pictures when it’s all said and done. My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill and said, “Beautiful!” in my best European accent. She laughed and started to pose, I snapped picture after picture, saying “Beautiful,” with every snap. I must have gone through about four rolls of thirty five millimeter, when Kristen started removing her clothes. Step by step, her body started becoming more visible to me, I tried to stay in character, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

Once Kristen was naked in front of me, I kept snapping pictures, more and more, close-ups, different angles, I couldn’t get enough of her. The clicking of the camera was inspiring Kristen to perform, her inhibitions were dropping and she was becoming more and more erotic. Her fingers were exploring her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, that’s when one hand dropped between her legs. Her head tilted back, “snap, snap,” moving her hand back and forth between her legs, “snap, snap.”

Breathing heavier and heavier, the camera clicking as my wife, Mrs. Conservative was masturbating in front of some European photographer who kept saying, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

When she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, her hands were moving faster and faster, her breathing getting deeper and deeper. I kept trying to stay in character, but every now and then a “wow” would escape my lips. Here is my wife moaning and moaning in front of me and I just kept taking pictures. When she screamed out her orgasm and laid down on the window sill, I took a few more pictures and then I packed up the gear and made my exit saying, “Beautiful!” about a hundred times. I had the film developed the next day and I can only imagine the expressions on the guys faces who developed the film. Watching my wife, picture by picture masturbating in front of them, I wonder if they said, “Beautiful, Beautiful!”

By Fugman for Tumblr.

Laying Pipe: Part 2

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 28 Jun 2025 07:59:09 -0500

Laying Pipe: Part 2

John continued finding the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

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

Dark skinny jeans cupped her curves and legs, the outfit terminating functionally in dark tennis shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just another (not) normal day at work.

by IwishIweredreaming. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.

When David got to work that morning he went through his normal routine of logging into his computer and signing into everything. After he was all signed in, he walked across the breezeway to the service department to see who was working that morning. He was happy to see it was Zelda.

Zelda was a perky twenty-something who most likely got hired primarily because of her looks. She was right around five and a half feet, with dirty blonde hair that when out of it’s normal sloppy bun reached down to the middle of her back. She was very petite and David guessed she was maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She had these perky B cups that the tight fitting uniform shirt she wore accentuated perfectly. Today she was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that lifted her tiny round peach of an ass even higher. David, being forty one and divorced never really gave her much of a second glance since he assumed she would never go for a guy like him. Plus he never liked to shit where he ate.

He had learned the hard way when he was much younger that getting into a fling at work is just a big mistake. David walked through the automatic doors and stood at the counter.

“Morning’.” He said, throwing her a small, sideways smile.

“Good Morning!” Zelda said in her normal happy tone. “How are you today Davey?” She continued, throwing him a big toothy grin.

“Aww, ya know, normal old guy stuff. I creak and pop when I stand up, especially this early in the morning.”

“You aren’t that old. What are you, thirty eight? Maybe nine.”

“I’m forty one,” he said with a low chuckle. “How many do we have on the schedule for today?”

“Um, four. One oil change, one inspection slash emissions, and two buff and shines.”

“So, I get to pull one little oil filter today. So glad I got up at the ass crack of dawn for this.” David said as he started to walk towards the door to go back into parts.

“Awww, yeah, but then you wouldn’t be here with me silly!” She said as she leaned slightly over the counter.

When she rested her elbows on the counter he couldn’t help but notice that her shirt must have caught on something because it was pulled down and her left breast had popped up and he could see her nipple. He felt his dick tighten ever so slightly in his tight boxer briefs.

“Yeah, I guess not,” he said as he walked through the doorway.

Once back inside the parts office he adjusted his dick as he sat down. He still had the image of that perky little tit on his mind. She had the tiniest, cutest little nipple with barely any areola. The soft pinkness of it was a stark contrast to the tan tone of her breast, and the rest of her body for that matter. Clearly she either went to a tanning salon or sunbathed topless. He wondered if she had no tan lines down below and his cock stiffened a little bit more. He adjusted it by grabbing it and moving it to lay against his right leg. When the fabric of his boxers slid across his cut cock it felt so good and he felt a drop of precum form.

Why the fuck am I so damn horny all of a sudden? He asked himself.

Get your shit together David. You are at work and she is almost half your age.

He was snapped out of it by a car pulling into the service drop off area. The squeal of the tires on the polished concrete grated on his nerves as it made its way around the corner and came to a stop directly in front of the parts window. Inside was the meanest looking old man who just looked like he was born miserable.

I feel bad for Zelda if this guy is in some kind of mood, he thought to himself as he stood up to walk to the shelf to grab an oil filter, his only one for the day, and walked it out to the lone technician there. He dropped it on the tool box and proceeded to walk outside to grab a quick smoke before he sat down and did nothing for the rest of the miserable day.

As he sat outside and smoked his cigarette he tried to take his mind, which had wandered back to Zelda’s perky little tit, off of such things by scrolling through Facebook. It wasn’t working. The way she leaned forward and appeared to be throwing herself towards him had gotten a rise out of him. His cock was still a little stiff and sensitive. He could feel where the drop of precum had landed on his thigh. It felt cool compared to the heat and humidity in the air that day. Midsummer Pennsylvania weather where the sun is trying to kill you and the humidity is his little accomplice… He finished his cigarette and walked back to his tomb. He sat down at his computer, pulled out his phone and started playing solitaire. He looked at the clock on his computer screen. 8:45 it showed. Great, he thought to himself, only three hours and fifteen minutes left.

After a few minutes David decided to walk into the back and clean up a little bit. When he had been back there for no more than ten minutes, he heard the door from the shop open up and heard small footsteps come running into the back where he was standing just out of sight around the corner. It was Zelda and she appeared to be crying.

“Everything okay,” he asked her.

She looked up at David standing there, clearly startled.

“No, that old asshole was a horrible man. He just wanted to bitch about everything and he was just. so mean!” She blurted out as she began to sob into her hands again. He moved closer to her, lightly putting a hand on her shoulder. Half expecting her to move away, she instead moved in closer, now sobbing into his chest. He felt himself get hard again. He shifted his hips away from her so she wouldn’t feel his dick standing at attention. He stood there holding her for a minute or two until she stopped crying. She pulled herself away from him and looked up into his face.

“I’m sorry I cried all over you,” she said as she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “you must think I’m some sort of baby. Letting a customer get to me like that.”

“Nah,” he replied. “It happens sometimes. I usually come back here and use the tires as a punching bag though. I’ve definitely had a small breakdown or two on my way home.”

She let out a little laugh and looked down at her feet. That was when she noticed the bulge in his pants.

“Oh my,” she said, “did I cause that?”

She reached her hand out and cupped the bulge into her hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“Shit, I’m sorry. It just sort of popped up.” He said hoping she would laugh and not be upset.

“Don’t apologize. It’s flattering. And from the feel of it,” she went from cupping his bulge to grabbing his cock through his work pants, “nice and thick.” She leaned in while still holding his dick in her hand and kissed him. Just a light kiss on the lips.

The kiss was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the shop.

“We will continue this later,” she said with her trademark grin as she turned and walked out of the parts room. He watched as her tiny, perky little ass rounded the corner. He looked down at his dick and sighed, “I hope you know what you’re getting us into here.” He said out loud. He adjusted his dick as best he could and walked back to the parts counter. Once he was seated at his desk he looked at the clock once more. 9:20.

The rest of the day went without incident. The cars were done and no more were coming in so it was a race between David and the technician there today to see who could take the most smoke breaks. Zelda was doing her thing in the service office and hadn’t been over near the parts counter since their encounter earlier. The few times she had walked past the window she had thrown a quick, yet somehow sultry, glance his way. Each time she did that his cock would start getting hard. David still had no idea why he was so horny today, but he was glad about it. He briefly wondered if maybe him being horny was being picked up by Zelda but quickly dismissed it. That was just crazy thinking.

Noon came eventually and it was time to close up shop. The technician had already left twenty minutes ago and it was just Zelda and David left in the building. As he was locking up the parts room she was closing the inner garage door. He stopped and waited for her to finish locking up. Goddamn! She has the perfect little ass! He thought to himself. He continued to watch and found himself wondering what her pussy tasted like. His dick, once again, started to get hard. She turned around and looked at his face, then his crotch.

“You must really like me, huh?” She said with a slight chuckle.

“I guess so. It’s been a constant struggle all morning. I guess I’m just in some sorta mood.” He replied with a shrug.

“Let’s go take care of that real quick,” She said as she turned to walk into the breakroom.

“The camera is broken. Has been for months. The owners are too cheap to fix it. Besides, no one else is left down here.”

She walked up to him and started undoing his belt. He went to say something and she shushed him by kissing him. Her lips were soft and warm. The lip gloss she was wearing tasted like cherry. Her tongue flicked lightly at his lips. She put a finger to his lips telling him to not talk. He wasn’t going to argue. She had his pants unbuttoned now and reached in to grab his now fully erect cock.

He wasn’t long, maybe five and a half inches, but he was thick. Her tiny hand felt even smaller on his cock. She got down on her knees and kissed the tip of his dick getting a fairly large drop of pre-cum on her lips. Rather than licking it off she stood back up and kissed David, this time pushing her tongue past his lips. He kissed her back and pulled her into himself. Since he stood at least seven inches taller than her she was barely standing on the tips of her toes. Instead he was practically picking her up, his fat cock was pressed between him and the mound of her pussy. He could feel where her pussy lips started through the taught fabric of her yoga pants. He could feel the heat of her pussy on his dick and could tell she was getting wet. She broke the kiss and let herself down.

“I saw you today. The way you looked at my tit this morning. Did you like it? I did it just for you.”

David was stunned. “You did that on purpose?” He asked, still dumbfounded at what he had just heard.

“I see the way you look at me sometimes. I like it. I like you. You make me laugh. Now, what are we going to do about that?” She asked, gesturing towards his cock. “I think you need a little more teasing first. Will you eat my pussy?”

“Abso fucking lutely.”

He helped her take her shirt off, finally exposing her breasts. She didn’t have a bra underneath, not that she needed one anyway. He gently grabbed her right breast and flicked his tongue across her nipple before sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, then repeated the process on her left breast. Her perfume, mixed with the light sweat she had worked up that day, tasted like heaven to David. He licked her nipples some more, switching back and forth between them before kissing his way down to her belly button and finally to her pussy.

Once he was down on his knees in front of her he grabbed her hips and turned her around. She leaned over, resting her arms on the counter. He ran his tongue from her pussy up her ass crack through the fabric of her yoga pants while grabbing the waistband and pulling her pants, along with her panties down to just above her knees. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks in his hands, spread her apart and licked her from her pussy all the way up to the upper cleft of her butt. She tasted amazing. He could still taste and smell the remaining scent of whatever body wash she had used that morning along with her natural smell.

She moaned as he leaned back in and started licking inside her pussy. The tip of his nose was pressed firmly against her tight little asshole. As his tongue explored inside her dripping wet pussy she wiggled her hips back and forth rubbing her asshole on his nose. Taking the hint he moved his tongue up and licked her asshole hard. Stopping with the tip of his tongue pressed against it. She immediately started pressing back into his face. He held on tightly to her hips and was pulling his face into her as much as he could. Her moans were getting louder. She reached her hand back and grabbed his hair. She pulled his head into her and started grinding her ass on his face. His tongue was pressed further into her ass. He moved a hand from her hip and inserted two fingers into her pussy and bent them forward, looking for her g-spot. She jumped a little when he found it and he pressed down harder while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She now had both arms back on the counter to keep herself from falling over as she writhed herself along his face. His tongue was now fully inserted into her tight little asshole. He could feel her getting wetter as he rubbed both her clit and her g-spot. He worked a third finger inside her and she moaned even louder.

“More,” she panted, “Put the rest inside me. Please.”

He wasted no time and worked his pinky inside of her.

“More.”

“More?” He asked.

“Yes!”

He stopped rubbing her clit and pulled his fingers out slightly and slowly worked his thumb in. He slowly turned his hand at the wrist back and forth getting as much of her pussy juices on his hand as he could. His thumb was now into the first knuckle. Her moans were being accompanied with heavy panting and her pussy was literally dripping. Long tendrils of her thick juices were clinging to her inner thigh and his hand. Soon he had his hand worked up to the last knuckles on his thumb and fingers. With one final gentle push his hand was inside of her. He used his entire hand to rub her g-spot and the entire area surrounding it by closing his fingers into a loose fist. She let out a grunt followed by a moan.

“I’m going to cum,” She said, lick my asshole some more.“

“Yes ma'am,” he replied.

He had to stand up to one side of her and lean over to get at her asshole. Using his one free hand he pulled her right cheek to the side and started flicking his tongue across her sweet hole. She reached a hand out and started stroking his cock. The head was slick with more pre-cum and she was using it as lube.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Right there. I’m cum… ” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Instead it turned into a yell. Her pussy clamped down on his wrist, as did her hand on his cock, and she started to shudder.

Suddenly he felt a rush of warm liquid spray out of her stretched pussy as she squirted with each contraction of her orgasm. The tightness of it around his wrist made it spray out in every direction. A puddle had formed between her feet. She continued to shudder for another moment or two before he felt her muscles relax and he slowly, in a back and forth twisting motion, slid his hand out of her pussy. As his knuckles slid out her knees buckled slightly. He grabbed her around the waist and let her down gently.

She reached her hand out and grabbed his throbbing cock, pulling him over to her. She took his cock into her mouth. All the way in. He could feel her tiny lips around his fat cock, her teeth were barely able to keep from scraping. He wouldn’t have minded. Sometimes it felt kinda good. He could just barely feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She continued with the up and down sucking motion and added in her hands. She had both hands wrapped around his fat dick and her fingers were only barely overlapping each other. She was definitely experienced and knew how to handle such a girthy cock. He briefly imagined what it would be like to have her at the center of a gang bang. The thought shot through him like a lighting bolt. He suddenly felt like he was going to cum.

“Bend over again. I want to fuck you.” He told her.

Without a word she stood up, bent over onto the counter and stuck her ass out. He gave it a quick lick from clit to asshole before standing up and pressing the head of his cock against her waiting pussy. She reached her hands back and spread her cheeks for him. He slid his cock into her pussy and was amazed with how tight it felt considering he had just fucked her with his fist. He started pumping slowly. Going halfway in then out before slamming all the way into her. Since she was slightly lower than him his cock was hitting the area just above her g-spot. She arched her back up some so he was able to come straight down into her and soon he was hitting her g-spot with each full thrust.

It didn’t take long before she was cumming again. She let go of her ass cheeks to steady herself on the counter. He felt her muscles tense up and she began to shudder once more. With each downward thrust she moaned and squirted. The front of his pants and the back of hers were soaked through. Her pussy was continually clamping down on his cock and the feeling of it was amazing. He was going to cum. He picked up his pace and soon he was grunting as well. He was now slamming into her already abused pussy. With a final grunt and thrust he emptied his load into her. He continued pumping in rhythm with her muscle contractions. He stayed inside of her until his cock, now completely flaccid, slid out of her along with a thick string of his cum. She reached a hand underneath and formed a cup with her hand. She collected as much of the cum in her hand as she could and proceeded to rub it all over her pussy and clit. Her pussy looked like it had a glaze over it as his thick cum covered it all. She stood up and turned around. She stared him in the eyes as she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the remainder of his cum off. She then proceeded to pull her pants up a little too high and made sure that the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. She walked the few steps over to him while running her hand along the outline of her crotch and leaned up to kiss him. He could taste his cum on her lips and tongue. As they kissed she was stroking his flaccid cock.

“See you Monday,” she said as she pulled away and started towards the door. She paused as she held the door part way open and blew him a kiss.

“Later, Davey.” She said, “Call me sometime.”

And with that she walked through the door leaving David standing in the middle of the breakroom with his dick hanging out. He looked at the mess around him as he put his dick away and buckled his pants.

“I ain’t cleaning this fucking mess up.”

by IwishIweredreaming for Literotica

Young Bride: Given In Marriage.

Snowden Speaks — Thu, 26 Jun 2025 01:57:00 -0500

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.

by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.

I nod in respect as I enter my father’s study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.

He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said; “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”

“ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.

“Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.

“My household?” I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.

“This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”

“So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.

“You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”

“Procedures?” I asked.

“Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”

“Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father’s office.

My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn’t know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.

“The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.

So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.

I didn’t wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.

He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.

“Lady Cecily? I’m doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”

“What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.

“Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.

I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.

“Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”

“Excuse me… I never… “ I’m at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.

“It’s very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger’s single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That’s good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”

“Am I sinning?” I ask almost in a whisper.

“Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn’t have? Don’t lie. I’m a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”

“No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.

“Relax, it’s a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper. “With God’s Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”

I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn’t want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.

“Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”

“No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”

I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.

“You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”

I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.

“Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.

I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.

“Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it’s very important.”

Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.

“I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool. Numbers appear every few centimetres.

“This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”

I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can’t take it. Indeed, it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.

“Go ahead. I won’t finish this visit until you take.”

I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.

“Try again,” he orders.

“I ca ca.” I want to say I can’t make it, but I can’t form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.

“Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I’ll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”

I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn’t need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I’m running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.

“10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.

“In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”

Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.

“Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”

“Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”

I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.

“The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”

“Who is it? My fiancé?”

“Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.” She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.

I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father’s possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.

“Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.

“Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don’t, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”

I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents’ marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.

“Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”

“I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.

“Can it be a little looser, please?”

“Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.

I smile because I would be lying if I didn’t like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.

“Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”

“It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”

A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!

“So when? When will it happen?” I ask.

“In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”

For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.

My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.

I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.

“Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.

“A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon. I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.” I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.

I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.

My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn’t cover anything.

Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.

“Hello My Spouse-to-be. I’m sure you’re surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”

“I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”

“Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I’ve discussed this with your parents, so you don’t have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”

“At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”

I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.

“ Once you’ve done that, put on your belt. We don’t want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”

“Then take your phone and call the number below…”

“Your future husband”

I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door

I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.

“Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.
I’ve been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Okay.. so we can start.”

“Start wha, ah, ah!” I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.

“ What’s wrong, doll?” I heard the man’s amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that’s too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”

I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn’t help but sigh.

They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.

“Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”

“You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”

“It was wonderful. Thank you… what’s your name?”

“You’ll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it’s not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?

by Lady_Mary for Literotica

One Every Hour

Piper's Posts — Wed, 25 Jun 2025 11:23:00 -0500

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

based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;

Welcome To Connected Podcast

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Fugman for Tumblr.

Laying Pipe: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 23 Jun 2025 12:33:00 -0500

John finds the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."

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

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

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

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

"U of O, yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Bitterjohnzim for Literotica

Cock, Available For Marriage

Snowden Speaks — Sun, 22 Jun 2025 14:21:00 -0500

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.

by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

“Cock wanted for potential marriage!”

There was no picture and the profile was very simple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cock needing a vagina!”

Then I waited….

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

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

It was signed, “Vagina.”

It also had a P.S.,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mister Johnson?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Doctor Phillips.”

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

“Come on back and we’ll get started.”

She led me down a short hallway to her office.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both my answers were in the negative.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pointed to a red line on the tube,

“Fill to this point and stop!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The nurse looked at me and then my crotch,

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

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

She pointed to an open locker on the wall,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to him next.”

Cock Meets Twat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, are you a squitter or oozier?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I held my breath and gritted my teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time it was seductively signed,

“Waiting Vagina.”

“Only a half hour???”

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

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

“That’s right across the hall.”

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

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

A Hot evening

Snowden Speaks — Sat, 21 Jun 2025 11:13:00 -0500

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

By SwiftyTilting - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

glass.

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

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

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

“Do whatever you want,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, my god yes!” he replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By SwiftyTilting, for Literotica

We All Have Needs

Snowden Speaks — Fri, 20 Jun 2025 14:29:00 -0500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Backpacking couples turns wild on nude day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hop in sweetheart."

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

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

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

"So 'ow long you going for?"

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

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

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

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

“How’d you learn?” I asked.

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

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

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

"The three S?" I said quizzically.

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

"Sorry, I'm not with you."

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

"OK!"

"Sun, sea and?"

"Sand!"

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

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

"Sangria?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You win." I said reluctantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

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

"Do I have to answer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Er yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you off to?"

"Get a room."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

Snowden Speaks — Mon, 09 Jun 2025 11:15:00 -0500

Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Désolé.”

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

“De rien!” It’s nothing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you had the pleasant dreams, no?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Viens, viens. Clothes off!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you relax.” Her ha

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