Steamy-Stories

A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina. [[MORE]] "Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat." "Like I said last night, you aren't fat." "Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers. "Hey, you wanna get her back?" "Who?" "Linda." "Okay. How do we do that?" "She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so." "She might like that." "Maybe. We'll see." "Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes. I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy." "Yeah?" "Got a minute." "Maybe, what's up?" "In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..." He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers. "Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp. "Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me." "What?" "You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn." "Wait, why would they do..." "They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something." "They're really not going to let me in until I do?" "That's what I said." "Oh shit." "What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her. "That’s the way you want it?" Linda clarified. "It seems fair," I answered. She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips. "Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?" "Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit. "I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered. "Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me." I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her. "Oh yeah.” Linda continued with her eyes closed. “I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned. Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her. "Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me." "Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch. "That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda. The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body. "Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers. "Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back. "Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly. "Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower." I grinned and squeezed Tina’s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock. "So they're naked," he answered. "And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?" "I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at." "I'd do that to you." "What?" "Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me." "Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?" "What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?" "I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?" "The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?" I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction. "Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper. "Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?" "I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself. "Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled. "Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her. Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes

Accosted by a cougar, then a night with a virgin. In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. After an impromptu ‘lapdance’ of sorts at my campsite, Neighboring camper, Naomi; spontaneously impaled herself on my cock while in the throes of a massive orgasm. Then she dared me to walk buck naked with her for the couple hundred yards along the curving road of the K O A campground, toward the women’s' shower house. The pool’s distant yard light was the only real light other than the moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if this were perfectly normal. I chuckled as we stepped into the shower building’s entry light. She opened the door, and I could hear a shower running, meaning we weren't going to be alone. "This isn't a good idea," I whispered. "Come on. She'll be long gone by the time we're done," she whispered back, pulling on my arm to drag me into the shower house. We looked down the line of shower stalls and she pulled me all the way to the end one, past the one that was already in use. Several minutes later, Naomi having just enjoyed a shower climax from behind, she repositioned behind me and I prepared for whatever surprises she offered.  After about 30 seconds under the hot shower and no touches, I turned around & found her gone, and so was my towel! "Shit," I swore quietly, quickly rinsing myself off. I stepped out of the shower stall, realizing I had nothing at all to cover myself with, not even my towel. I and my turgid cock stepped out of the changing room portion into the aisle that led past all the stalls just as one of the other stalls opened.  A middle-aged woman stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body. She froze, the shower stall door held open, blocking the aisle so I couldn't get past as I stood dripping with my hard cock sticking out at her. She stared at me for long seconds before her eyes traveled down to my hard-on sticking out lewdly at her. She stood for even longer seconds, staring at me, before she looked up at me and seductively grinned. "Ladies room? That's brave," she said, not making any move to close the door so I could get past. "It was a friendly bet," I answered lamely. "Did you win or lose?" "Somehow I think I lost." "It sure sounded like your friend didn't," she said with a knowing grin. "Um... yeah, she didn't."  “That was great to listen to, while I enjoyed my shower. Thank you! I could loan you one of my towels?" "That would be great," I answered. "Come, and take it off of me, if you want it, big boy." She smirked. "Umm. You're sure?" "Oh yeah," she said, stepping a little closer to me, but still holding the door so it blocked the path past her. I stepped closer to her and gently pulled the towel where it was wrapped around her breasts. As I pulled it, it unwound from around her, leaving her naked. She had big soft, pendulous natural tits and a considerably-sized bush of curls on her mound, but otherwise a surprisingly trim body for an older woman, well, at least older than me. "Oh darn. Now I don't have anything to wear," she said, stepping towards me, her hand leaving the door but now her whole body blocking my path. "But I'm willing to let you borrow it, for a price." "A price?" She grinned. "Listening to you and your friend was pretty stimulating. Let's just say that if I'm going to get that satisfied, it'd have to be here. You interested in cooling the fire you started in my cunt?" "You want to have sex with me?" "Maybe," she said, pressing both hands to my chest and gently pushing me back towards the shower stall I'd come out of. She gently pushed me back into it and didn't stop until I was in the shower portion. She turned around and pulled the bench out from the wall and bent over it, pushing her ass out at me. She wiggled her ass side to side expectantly, pushing back until her ass cheeks rubbed against my hard on. "So why don't you see what you can do with that." I had to admit that I was pretty turned on the way Naomi had left me hanging, so who was I to argue. I grabbed my cock and rubbed my engorged head up and down her surprisingly wet slit, her copious inner lips spreading around me as I settled my head into the entrance to her vagina. I slowly pushed my head into her, letting her body expand around me. "Oh damn," she moaned softly. "Just so you know...I've never done anything like this before." "What, had sex with a strange man?" "Had sex with any man other than my husband," she moaned as I stroked into her in short little strokes, working more of my cock into her, as her juices lubricated my shaft. "Well, I hope it won't be a disappointment," I said softly as I started stroking into her. I slid almost all the way out and then thrust back in, jamming my cock all the way in until my thighs slapped her bare ass. I reached down past her body and cupped both her tits, capturing them from swinging. I alternately pinched and twisted both nipples and squeezed her big soft tits, while I pounded my cock in and out of her. "Oh damn," she moaned over and over as I plunged into her, the feeling of my growing need racing towards climax. "Oh damn. I think...oh shit. I'm cumming," she squeaked loudly as her body shuddered and then stiffened, the only indication of her orgasm was the stiffness of her body and the squeezing of her vaginal walls around me. It was only half a dozen more strokes before I began to empty into her, my body jamming my shaft fully into her and spurting a gush of cum deep in her cunt. The two of us stayed there, panting, feeling my cock jerking and twitching deep inside her for almost a full minute before she pulled herself off my shaft. She stood up and turned around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss. "Thank you," she whispered before letting go of me. She stepped back and walked out of the little stall. I followed a moment later, pulling the dropped towel from the floor and wrapping it around my waist. She'd stepped into the cubicle she was in previously and stood, with the door still open blocking the aisle, pulling on a pair of underwear. "So, you had something else to wear." "Guilty. I was actually standing here, fingering myself when I heard her go by. I guessed she left you hanging. I didn't know you didn't have anything to wear. I was just taking a chance at catching you before you left. I'm glad you didn't," she said as she pulled a thin nightshirt over her head, the hem falling down well past her ass. She stepped towards me again and reached up to wrap her arms around me. She pressed her tits to my chest and then her lips to mine. "I may need to come back and shower again in the morning," she whispered. "If you happen to still be around, maybe you could help me wash my hair?" I chuckled. "We'll see," I whispered back before gently pushing her hips back to disengage us. She nodded and stepped far enough out to close the door after she picked up her little shower caddy. The two of us walked out of the shower house together and down the road. We stopped at my campsite, and she tugged the towel off of me. She tossed it over her shoulder to free her hand, which reached down to find my cock and stroke it. "I wish I had time to throw you on the ground and ride you," she whispered as she stepped closer to me, pressing her shirt covered tits against my bare chest. "Still horny?" I asked softly as I slipped my arms around her, reaching down with my hands to squeeze her ass. "Surprisingly, yes," she answered a little breathlessly. I grinned and used my fingers to bunch up her night shirt until I had my hands on her panties. I slipped my hands up enough to get my fingers into them and then pushed them down, forcing the material down over her ass. She let me kneel in front of her, my hands dragging her underwear down her legs as I did. I knelt in front of her and coaxed her to lift her right foot, pulling the panties off over it and then the left. Before she could set her left foot back down, I pulled it to hook over my shoulder. I pushed the hem of the shirt up enough to expose her curl covered mound and then leaned my face towards her, gently kissing her thigh and then her cunt lips. I used my fingers to tease her lips apart and then licked slowly up her slit to her now exposed clit. "Oh fuck." She shivered as my tongue teased her clit, flicking over and around her hard nub. We stood there for long minutes, my tongue dipping between her lips as far back as I could reach before sliding up to her clit again. I shifted one hand under her ass to help hold her up, allowing two fingers to stick slightly into her exposed tunnel. I pulled away and looked up at her, her hands still holding onto my head and stroking my short hair. I unhooked her leg from my shoulder, a look of disappointment crossing her face in the tree filtered moonlight. I grabbed the towel from the ground where it had fallen and stood up. It only took me a moment to pull her the few feet to the tailgate of the truck. I put the towel on it and then pulled her to the tailgate. I pushed the night shirt up, letting her lift her arms for me to pull it all the way off before I pushed her back against the tailgate. She leaned back, propping herself up with her elbows as I lifted her legs, her ass half hanging off the edge of the gate. I stepped between her legs and let go of one leg to grab my again hard cock. "This what you want?" I whispered in the dark as I rubbed my head up and down her slit. "Oh yes," she hissed softly, closing her eyes as I pressed my head between her lips and into her vagina. "Oh God yes," she moaned as I pressed deeper. I started to push in and out, my short strokes lengthening as her juices lubricated me. In and out I stroked my cock as I moved my hand around her thigh, trapping her leg between my arm and my chest. I held her leg high in the air as I pumped in and out of her, my fingers now stroking her lips around her

Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet. In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck.I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the strain for too many more years. Sex, well, that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets. I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with; and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police. But vacation for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp sites in little out of the way state parks. That was what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words, "after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup breasts. After sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that moment. I'll always wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent. Tonight, it was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away. I frowned to myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with a middle-age housewife, but then... I settled by the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair, small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I suspected not. I sat, reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken". "I bet he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder. "But if he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something. "Then she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the three was talking. Almost suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face with her hands in apparent embarrassment. "He definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her hands from her face. "Well, sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other. "Well, it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on, showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk back to the fire pit in their campsite. "You didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was, reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass. "That better?" she asked over her shoulder. "I wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts. "Oh really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?" "Well, seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?" "All the way as in, to my ankles?" I chuckled. "That's all the way." She said something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side significantly. "We're talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road. "We will if you do." I was a little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" since I was a teenager. I thought

A young woman gives her virginity to her next door neighbor. by SkyBubble. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories. I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade. Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman. We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.We were both home on break and Belinda was hanging out at my house every so often. One day I was home alone and listening to an old rock album in my bedroom. I looked up to see Binny cheerfully waving her greeting to me as she came in the room and sat down to enjoy the sentimental tune which had just started. Periodically, I would glance at her. When she caught me, she would smile, blush, and look away. When the song ended I said; “Belinda, why do you look away from me?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know that this is often a signal. Belinda blushed. “Well, I..” “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Maybe a bit.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just keep noticing how beautiful you are.” Belinda turned red. “Thank you,” she muttered softly. She seemed nonplussed by the compliment. She had always seemed a bit uncomfortable with compliments. “I mean it. You’re a very attractive woman.” Belinda smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. I sat next to her. Belinda shifted slightly. She looked down and twirled her hair. I looked Belinda directly in the eye. She smiled again and licked her lips. I moved closer to her. “Look at me, Belinda,” I said. She picked up her pretty head and stared at my lips. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Maybe a little bit,” she said. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s me, your old friend. We’ve been friends for around fifteen years. Since first grade. We grew up together. You can trust me.” Belinda slid a little closer to me, on the side of the bed. I put my arm behind her. She put her head on my arm. “I know,” Belinda said softly. “It’s just” “Just what?” “Most guys…want something.” “What?” “They want…” Her voice trailed off. She barely got the next words out. “…to sleep with me.” “I can understand that,” I said. She gave me a puzzled, slightly irritated look. “You’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out.” “You said that. Thank you.” Belinda smiled again. She was almost in tears. Her head was on my shoulder. “You’re my best friend,” Belinda said. “I know you won’t take advantage of me.” “Right,” I said. Belinda licked her lips. She twirled her hair. I reached around and gave her a hug. Suddenly, Belinda took her glasses off. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” said Belinda. “Why would I mind?” I asked. I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. I leaned over, took her face in my hands, and gave my old friend a good, strong kiss. She responded by sitting up and returning the kiss, Her eyes twinkled. “I like that,” Belinda said. “I like that a lot.” She moved closer until our bodies touched each other, and she gave me a long kiss. “Nice,” she said. I put my arm around her. Belinda snuggled up next to me, her hand on my leg. I kissed the back of her neck. It seems that startled her. She jumped and moaned. “What are you doing?” Belinda said in a surprised tone. “Belinda, look at me.” She looked me in the eye. “Do you trust me?” “Well…yeah…I think so. You’re my best friend.” “Yes,” I said. “We’ve been friends for a long time.” “I think since we were six,” Belinda said. “I admit I had kind of a crush on you even then,” I said. Belinda smiled. I gently moved my hand to Belinda’s boob. She shifted in toward me. “What are you doing?” she said, not in a stern or angry way. “You seem uncomfortable, Binny,” I said. “May I ask you a personal question?” “Uh, sure.” “Have you ever had sex?” “No,” Belinda said softly, with a touch of sadness in her voice. “Would you like to?” “Uh, I…I don’t know,” Belinda replied. “Maybe.” “I love that answer,” I said. “It’s beautifully honest. One of the many beautiful things about you.” Belinda smiled. She put her head down. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we go with it, and when you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you don’t want to do something, just say no. I won’t push it. OK?” “OK,” she said tentatively. “Come kiss me again,” I said. Belinda hit me with a fervent kiss. Her mouth was wide open. I kissed her open mouth and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She giggled. I put my arms around her. I undid her bra. Belinda reached inside her top and took her bra off. I kissed her tits over her shirt. She took it off. I blew in her ear. “Oh,” Belinda sighed. “Ah.” I ran my hands up and down her sides while I kissed her round, firm breasts. My tongue licked her nipples. I gently bit them and I sucked on them. “That’s nice,” said Belinda. “I like that.” Her hand was back on my leg. She gently touched my crotch, then quickly withdrew. My cock was bulging. I stood up. “Where are you going?” said Belinda. She grabbed me and kissed me again. She unzipped my pants and blew in my ear. My hand was on her round ass. I took off my shirt. “Oh,” Belinda said with a smile. I pulled her close to me, our bodies grinding against each other. i put my hand back on Belinda’s shapely butt; and pulled her pants off. With a kiss, Belinda unbuckled my belt. Belinda stretched out on my bed, displaying her womanly charms. “I want it!” she almost yelled. “I want it now.” “Belinda,” I said, “do you want to do it?” “Yes!” “You want to have sex?” “Yes!” “Do you want me to be your first?” “Yes! I want you to be my first!” “Tell me you want me.” “I want it! I want you!” “What do you want?” I said. “I want your cock! I want you to stick it deep inside me.” “Are you sure?” I said. “I’m sure,” she said. “I want you to do me, ravish me. I need you to take me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! Right now! Please! I’m horny as hell! I don’t know how much longer I can take it.” “OK, then,” I said. I lay next to Belinda. I slipped her soaking panties off. She was dripping. “You’re wet.” She nodded. I took off my underpants and I kissed Belinda again. She moaned. She wrapped herself around me. “This might hurt a little,” I said as I placed my finger on the lips of Belinda’s cunt. “That’s OK,” she said, smiling. “I’m a big girl.” I slipped my finger inside her vagina. I rotated it, moving a little further into her until I found her clitoris. Belinda gasped as I fingered her clit. I rotated it around while Belinda began idly playing with my penis. I stuck another finger in Belinda. She began stroking my dick more seriously. She was sweating. “This is great,” Belinda said. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I said. Belinda laughed. As if on an impulse, Belinda raised herself up and kissed my stiff cock. She began to lick it. “Careful,” I said. “You don’t want me to pop before I’m in you.” “OK,” Belinda said, and she opened her mouth and put her pretty lips around my hard organ. Her ample tits bounced up and down with the motion of her head. “I’m about to pop,” I said. “Are you sure you can take it in?” Belinda laughed. “Ah,” she said. “OK,” I said, a little skeptically. Then what I had warned her about happened. I popped. My cock jerked around, hitting the roof of Belinda’s mouth and releasing my sperm into her mouth. At first, Belinda seemed to be taking it in. Suddenly, she coughed and spat jism all over. She smiled and licked her lips, then kissed me. “Damn,” Belinda said, my juice dripping from her pretty face. I got up. “I’ll get a towel,” I said. I tossed the towel to Belinda and she wiped her face. I got back on the bed. I said. I kissed her slowly but firmly on the lips, moving down to her tits, down her torso to her pussy. I kissed her pussy. “Having a good time?” I said. “Boy, am I!” “Well, it’s about to get better.” Having already invaded her with my finger, it was easier to get my face in. I opened the walls of her female area and my tongue slowly caressed her cunt, getting a little further inside Belinda. She was breathing heavily. “Oh, Christ,” said Belinda. “That’s so nice.” She continued to work my penis in her hand. It was growing harder. I continued to work her pussy. Belinda was breathing hard. Her body was shaking. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed. She could barely contain herself. My cock stood erect. Belinda stopped stroking it. I finished eating her. “Give me that!” Belinda said. “I need it! Put it inside me Now!” I pushed and got a bit inside the lip of Belinda’s cunt. I pulled back and pushed again. “Ow!” I gently kissed her and thrust again. Belinda bit her lip and grabbed the sheets. With a couple more pushes, I got fully into her wet pussy. I moved slowly in and out, a little deeper with each thrust, until my hard, stiff dick was as deep as it could get. Belinda was bug eyed. She was sweating and moaning loudly. I kept pushing in and out, in and out. “Oh!” I kept thrusting. “Oh, oh my God!” Belinda had never felt anything like that before. “You OK?” I said. “OK? I’m fantastic! Jesus Christ, this is good!” I sped up the pace just a little. My balls slapped Belinda’s no longer innocent pussy over and over. “Oh, my God!” Belinda’s eyes got wide, her breath got short, her legs bent, and she was sweating. I couldn’t tell if she was ecstatic or scared to death, or both. “OH, MY, GOD!” Belinda cried. “So good!” I popped. Belinda recognized it from when I popped in her mouth. Her body continued to spasm and tremble with ecstatic pleasure as my cock spat a large stream of juice into her cunt. She could hardly breathe. The stream exhausted, my cock went flaccid. “Wow, so that’s what it feels like,” Belinda said once she caught her breath. “Wow, cool.” “You OK? How are you feeling?” I sai

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U. By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life as a lowly pledge The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people’s shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy. It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem.“Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines.” Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh. “It’s Cam.” I said. “It’s Cam what?” “It’s Cam, Sir.” I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult. “It’s pledge Needledick now.“ Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!” Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen. “What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn.” Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator. “No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning.” I said. “Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don’t wait up.” Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?“ And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop. “I am so fucking stupid.” I said. I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid. I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world’s most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang. I didn’t get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me. The bell rang again. And again. And then someone starting pressing it like they’d been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure. I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it. “What the fu-” I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place. “How can I help you?” I said. Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people’s heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her. The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb. “I’m here for Beko.” she said. Dumb it is. “He’s out right now. I can tell him you called.” I said. She blinked again. “I didn’t call. I walked.” “Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?” “Nope. I want to see Beko.” “Tell you what. Come on in. We’ll call him.” I said. “Let me just wash my hands.” She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring. “Beko, it’s me, Cam. I have a–” I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically. “June.” she said. “–June here to talk to you.” “Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone.” Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties.“ So I hung up. "He’s very busy right now.” I said. “Is there anything I can do for you?” “Is Joe here?” “No. Just me.” “Louis?” “No. He’s out.” Ryan?“ "No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house.” She looked confused. “No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said. Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority. "Pardon?” “I’m an Omega.” She smiled. “And I am high as fuck.” Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high. “Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don’t want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do.” I said. “I want to blow you off.” “Is that a pot joke?” “No.” She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. “At least I don’t think so. I need to blow an Alpha.” “And why is that?”“ "Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial.” “I’m sorry?” Let’s step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be “Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let’s have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory.” Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don’t even get written out on the same piece of paper. Imagine too, a circle labelled “Women who let me cum on their face.” This circle was empty. Back to the moment. “Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it.” she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision. “So what do I do?” “Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt.” I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in. “Wait, Beko’s not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him.” “Nope. He just has a nice dick.” Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko. I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank. What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She’d taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last. She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me. I’d never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach. “You like this?” She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head. “I’m neither dead nor gay, so yes.” “Good.” She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth. I’d had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit. She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again. And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned. She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand. She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy. I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me. But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars. “Fucking Christ! I’m going to blow!” I said. She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love. So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off. “Did you just take a selfie?” I said. “Yep. Gotta get the points." She said. "I forgot about that.” And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram. “So June, could you send me that?” “No

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way. But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking. Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced. "It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom." Sam growled into her ear. Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass. She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm. The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body. Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying. Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up. "Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger. "Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her. "I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?" "Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively. "Big plans tonight?" "No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting." "So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had. Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered. An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. She was still horny. She was still wet. She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight. No one was in there, no one needed to know. Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties. She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself. Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore. Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected. Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there. Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her. Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut. The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her, Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too. Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum. There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time. Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger. Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused. She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people. "Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished. The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle

Neighbor’s daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons. By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn’t much with just myself left in the house. My son had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life. Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour’s daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I’d watched her grow up next door. When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. She’d grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She’d also been devastated why Marie had died. “Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?” “Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you’d be able to help me?” “OK, I don’t know how much help I can really be, but I can try. High school was an awful long time ago for me! Come on in.” Tess followed me into the living room and I asked her “Do you want a drink, I’ve got water, pop, juice, or milk.” “Water’s fine” she said. I poured two glasses and came back, handing her one as she sat there on my sofa. “So, how can I help? My knowledge of high school math is really out of date you know.” She was fidgeting and blushing, as she sat there clutching her drink and a textbook. Finally she exhaled and said “Human sexuality” as she held up the book. I blinked at her, nonplussed. What are they teaching kids these days? The only response I could muster was “Um, what?” She set down her book, took a drink, then set her glass on the coffee table. “Mr. Brock…” “Call me Kenneth, please.” “Kenneth. I, I want to learn about um, you know, sex. I, my friends, they’re all starting to do stuff, to fool around, and I um, I want to learn too but I’m afraid.” I sat there looking at her, unable to process what she was saying. She grew more agitated, and blushed even more. Tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks. If I have one weakness, it’s a crying woman. I got up and moved to sit beside her and wrapped my arms around her. Tess sobbed and clutched at me, crying into my shoulder. After a few minutes she pulled back, and I let her go. “Will to teach me?” she asked. Oh fuck no, I thought. “That depends on what you want to learn.” “I want to learn about sex. I want to learn everything, I want you to teach me.” “Oh. How old are you now, Tess?” “I’m sixteen. I’m old enough to learn about this.” Oh crap. This is bad. Really, really bad. “You may think you’re old enough, but not for me, that’s for sure. You’re not even an adult in the eyes of the law. I’m sorry Tess, I can’t help you with this.” Tears started dripping again as she spoke. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you with this. It’s just, like, all my friends, they’re doing stuff, and I feel left out, I want to, but I’m scared. They all say sex is painful, or uncomfortable, or just, not great. Stuff I’ve read, and stuff I’ve watched on the internet, makes it sound like sex should be really good, really fun, but my friends say it’s not. I want to learn the right way, so it’s good for me.” Wow. What the hell are her friends doing? Ah, right, teenage boys. Worse than useless. Maybe I can’t do anything with her, but I can help. “Ok, I am not going to teach you, at least not any hands-on lessons, but I will offer you some advice.” She straightened up a bit, and wiped her eyes. God she was so beautiful. Very girl-next-door wholesome. The last thing she deserved was some idiot teenage boy humping at her for 30 seconds and then running off to brag about his prowess to his idiot friends. “My first piece of advice is to masturbate.” She looked confused now. “You want me to what?” “Masturbate, play with yourself. Look, how will you ever be able to tell your lover what you want and how you want it unless you know yourself? Get comfortable with yourself, learn how to please yourself, learn what makes your orgasms great.” She was staring wide eyed at me now, as my words started to sink in. “How do I do that?” she asked. “Look up female masturbation videos. Watch and learn, and practice.” “Okay” she said, “What else?” “Buy a toy. Get a marital aid, a dildo, so you can practice feeling what intercourse is like. You can use other things, but it’s better and safer to use the right tools for the job. Look up a sex shop or stag shop. I’ll even go shopping for you if you want.” “Oh, yes, would you, please?” “Certainly. Now, once you are comfortable with your own sexuality, and you find someone you want to be with, make sure you tell them what you like. Don’t be afraid to be demanding about what they’re doing. They either do it right or you kick them out of bed.” She giggled at this, which I thought was incredibly cute. “Don’t discount female lovers either. They like sex exactly the way you do. Once you get good at masturbation you’ll be able to please another girl quite well.” “I don’t think I want to do that, I like boys.” she said. “You mean ‘men’ not 'boys’. That’s exactly why your friends are having lousy sex. They’re playing with boys.” She nodded, so I continued. “Guys like oral sex too. In fact, if you’re good at blowjobs you won’t have to put up with their inept antics in bed. That’s another use for the dildo, to practice oral sex. And if a guy starts to hump your face, if he starts grabbing you and pushing, bite him. You don’t have to take that if you don’t want it. If it’s something you enjoy, then let him play, but otherwise he is there to please you, not the other way around.” Tess was smiling now, tears all but forgotten. She hugged me, and said “Thank you. I will follow your advice Mr, uh, Kenneth.” I picked up her book, flipped through it quickly, and found the section on female anatomy. I showed her the diagram and said “Learn what all your parts are, what they’re for, and how they work. This is a good place to start. I’ll find you a toy tomorrow and you can stop by to pick it up on Tuesday, OK?” She nodded, saying “Thank you”, and repeated herself after hugging me again. Once she’d left I locked the door and went upstairs with laundry basket. I dropped the basket on the bed and went into my bathroom. I had such a wicked hard-on, I just had to get some relief. The very idea that the literal girl next door wanted me to teach her about sex had me hard as steel. She might be jailbait but I could still follow my own advice, and masturbate. Of course I didn’t last long at all, but I wasn’t trying to last. I went shopping for Tess on Monday, picking out a nice realistic looking dildo and a bottle of personal lubricant. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I chose one that was almost exactly my size. The girl at the cash looked kind of funny at me, so I smiled and said “Gift for a friend Tess knocked on my door the next afternoon when she got home from school. We exchanged greetings and I handed her the plain brown paper bag. She wanted to pay me for it but I told her it was a gift. l got a hug in return and she practically scampered next door. I silently wished her luck. .” It’s great to see Tess feeling more confident about her sexuality. I’m still amazed that I’m the one she turned to for help. The thought of this girl using her new toy to explore herself gave me fodder for my own playtime for the next week. She may only be sixteen, but she’s unbelievably sexy. Afterwards I only saw her in passing, as usual, and we’d wave and say 'Hi’. She looked happy and cheerful, and I assumed her self-directed lessons were going well, as she hadn’t returned for any more advice. Part of me assumed she’d developed a romantic relationship and was handling things just fine. Life went on, I kept busy at work, and did yard maintenance, laundry, and all the usual stuff around the house. I wasn’t into playing sports, so I went to the gym a few days a week to keep in shape. My woodworking hobby morphed from a strictly power tool shop to using a lot more hand tools. It was slower paced but I found it a lot more rewarding. Thoughts of Tess faded away. I had my ‘internet videos & pics’ to keep me occupied when I needed it. I had no interest in pursuing a new love this late in life, so i wasn’t dating or putting myself out there. That was two years ago. Today I was in the basement shop, planing a cherry table top. It was good physical labour, and I was sweating a bit as I worked. I heard the doorbell, so I set the plane aside and brushed the shavings off my pants. The bell rang again as I hurried up the stairs, yelling “Coming!” I pulled the door open to find Tess standing there smiling at me. “Oh, Hi there, Tess. I haven’t seen you around for a while. How’ve you been?” “Hi Kenneth! I just wanted to stop by for a visit, if that’s OK?” “Uh, sure, come on in, can I get you a drink or something?” “Water would be fine, thanks.” I poured two glasses and brought them to the living room. We sipped and she set her glass down. “So what brings you by today?” I asked. “Same as last time.” she said with a demure smile. Last time? Shit, last time she wanted me to 'teach’ her about sex. I choked on my drink. “Uh, Last time?” I said faintly. “I’m here for my next lesson. I turned 18 a month ago,” She beamed. “And now I want you to finish teaching me about sex.” Holy fucking mother of god. She was back, and she was more beautiful than ever. She’d matured more since she was 16, with such a pretty face and solid, slim figure. I could see how nice that figure was, because she wasn’t hiding it. The bright yellow halter style dress she was wearing had a deep vee displaying her lovely cleavage, no back, and came to mid-thigh on her sleek legs. I didn’t realize that I hadn’t responded to her. “Well? Will you? Please?” she asked. “I’ve waited two years you know. And I followed all your advice too. I’m ready for the next lesson.” “But why me, you’re stunningly beautiful, you could

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3 Christianity and sex; and kinky sex. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too."So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?" Cathy was tucked tightly into Sam's side, her hand idly playing with his chest hair again. They were lounging, basking in their post-coital bliss, comfortable and relaxed. "You know, I didn't realize I would until you told one, but, yeah, I really like it. I've, always kinda had a kink for it." "Oh really?" Cathy's ears perked up at the use of the word kink. Sandy was right. Everyone has desires, everyone has a past, it's just a matter of coaxing it out of them. "Tell me more." "Well," he started, pausing to acknowledge he was about to tell his wife something he never shared with anyone. "It started in high school. I knew a lot of girls, but I was the non-threatening guy friend, so, they started to tell me things." "What kind of things?" Cathy asked, her interest piqued. "Hook ups, first times, dirty things they did; everyone is experimenting at that age, and wants to talk about it, but it can be embarrassing, so, I was someone they could talk to with no judgment." "Did you get details?" "Oh yeah." "What's the dirtiest thing they told you?" "Hmm" Sam thought back through multiple years of stories and confessions. He felt his cock twitch as long dormant memories came flooding back. "Well, I remember Sherry Macklewait." "She was in your class?" "Yeah, we had algebra together and were friendly." "What'd she tell you?" "Well she was rather, well endowed." "You mean she had big tits?" "Yes, she had big tits," Sam chuckled at his own lewdness, "huge. She got teased for them when she was younger, but as we got older the teasing continued but was clearly turning into jealousy and lust, you know?" "Yeah, I do." Cathy said, reminiscing herself, "I knew a girl in a similar situation. All the girls who were teasing her were jealous, and all the guys teasing her just wanted to fuck her." "Exactly. She got self-conscious about it, so she was pretty conservative with them, even with the guys she would date. She didn't want to give anyone any ammo." "A girl who won't show her big tits to anyone? This isn't very dirty, Sam," Cathy playfully chided. "I know, I know, I'm getting to it," he chuckled. "So she's telling me about how pervy the guys at our school are, and I'm asking her questions, and then she lets slip that 'the only guy who's ever seen them is Tyler.' I don't recognize the name. I start wracking my brain trying to think of a Tyler, but I don't think our school has one. So I keep digging" "Older guy?" Cathy says, the thought sending a tingle to her loins. "Well, Sherry had a best friend named Skylar, who had an older brother named Tyler who went to a nearby university." "Skyler and Tyler? Gross." "Yeah, I know. They had known each other for a long time, and Sherry always had a crush on Tyler. And I mean, despite all the teasing about her breasts, she was still a horny 18 year old girl; she knew she was stacked and wanted to show someone, just not the guys at her school." "I see where this is going,” "So one night at a sleepover, she and Tyler found themselves alone talking after everyone else went to bed and, she opened her shirt and took them out for him." "She just whipped them out?" "Yeah, she said he never asked, never teased her, that's why she wanted it to be him." "That's very cute, but it's hardly dirty." "Well after she took them out, there was kind of this stunned silence, and then Tyler opened his pants and pulled out his, well, considerably large dick." "How big?" Cathy exclaimed, not even trying to hide her excitement now. "I don't know, perv," Sam said, laughing, "she just said it was huge." "And so they,” "No, actually. He started to stroke himself, and she sat there, mesmerized. She was so turned on, she didn't know what to do, so she was kind of frozen, just watching him pump his shaft while he looked at her breasts." "She just watched?" "Yeah, until he started to grunt and he stepped toward her. She said she didn't know why she did it, but she put one in each hand and lifted them up toward him, like presenting them for him, and then he,” "He came on her tits?" Cathy was really into it now. "Exploded, she said. Thick and sticky, all over her chest. And they never even touched each other." "That's pretty hot, but in the grand scheme of dirty things,” "Well the dirty part is what happened after. They heard someone coming and got spooked, so he tucked himself away, and she closed up her shirt, right on top of all that cum. She went back to the sleepover and spent the rest of the night lying next Skylar with a chest-full of her brother's jizz." "Was she grossed out?" "Actually no, that's the thing. She was insanely turned on. She couldn't stop thinking about it, so it turned into a thing. Anytime she was sleeping over Skylar's, or over there for any reason, if Tyler was home the two of them would sneak off, never even touch each other, he'd jerk himself all over her tits, and then she'd spend the rest of the night with his cum secretly all over her chest." "Oh, damn,” Cathy mused, taken by the tale. "Did they ever do anything more?" "Nope, she didn't even touch her first penis till she was a sophomore in college, but anytime those two were together, she'd leave with a sticky chest." "Wait, when did she tell you all this?" Cathy said, doing the math. "College. We kept in touch after high school, and got pretty comfortable telling each other stuff. She even, never mind" He stopped with a giggle "What, what! You gotta tell me!" "Well years later, when Skylar got married, Sherry was her maid of honor. It had been years since she and Tyler had seen each other but,” " But?" Cathy was hanging on every word "but before the ceremony the two of them apparently snuck off and re-lived their youth a bit." "At his sister's wedding?" "Yeah; and according to her she spent the entire ceremony, and gave a toast in front of everyone, with Tyler's cum all over her chest beneath her dress. "Oh wow." Cathy paused to take it all in. "And they didn't even fuck at the wedding?" "Nope, they were both there with other people," Sam laughed. "Oh my God!" "Amazing, right?" "Totally." Cathy paused. She looked down at Sam's cock. It was spent, but there was a little extra thickness to it; recounting the story definitely was a turn on for him, as much as it was for her to listen. She wondered if Sam was jealous, if he wished it was him cumming on Sherry's tits. "So these girls told you some pretty wild stories, huh?" "Yeah, I guess so." Sam smirked at the memories. "What did you tell them in return?" "What do you mean?" "You're telling me these girls just spilled their sexual guts to you and you never told them anything in return?" "Honestly, I don't think they ever asked! Besides, I didn't have anything to tell them; you know you were my first." "I know," she said, winding up to dig a bit deeper, Sandy's words echoing in her head, "but there must have been something you could have told them." "I went to a Christian college!" "Oh come on, Sam, I went to Catholic high school, and I have plenty of things I could tell you." She stopped short, wondering if that was too much, but was reassured when she saw his cock flex out of the corner of her eye. "Well, I mean,” "Yes?" Cathy held her breath; there might have been a story after all! "There was, one thing,” Cathy's cunt began to tingle. "So you're not entirely wrong," he began, "my school wasn't just a bunch of chaste virgins with their noses in bibles." "Of course," she said with a wicked smile. "Freshman year I had this friend who lived across the hall from me named Jess." "Oh, what'd she look like?" "She was cute; Auburn hair, short and curvy, big personality." "And you were into her?" "Actually no, not at all. At least I didn't think I was. We bonded over being two strangers in a strange land, sort of, and became fast friends. We hung out all the time, got really close really fast." He shifted a bit as he began the next part of the story. Cathy noticed. "One night I was alone in my room, and she came by unannounced, and had this sort of glow about her. She said she needed to tell someone about what she just experienced, and that I was the only cool person in the whole school. I said of course she could tell me anything, and then with a big smile she said 'Sam, I just got back from sucking the biggest cock I've ever sucked!'" "Oh my!" "Yeah, it was shocking to say the least, but, I mean you know now how much of a perv I am, so of course I wanted to know more." "Of course." "And so she told me everything; how big it was, what it tasted like, how hard it was to get in her mouth, how excited she was when she finally got him off, what his cum tasted like,” "What it tasted like?" "Yeah, that was the big thing I learned that night: This was not the first, nor would it be the last dick she sucked at our school, and that she loved the taste of cum." "She loved the taste?" Cathy said, scrunching her face up in disbelief. "Well, that's not really the right way to say it; she loved tasting cum. She was still a virgin and planned to remain so, but she absolutely loved giving blowjobs, and sort of got off on seeing how differen

Paul is a sad guy, so his babysitter makes him an offer. By Jake501501. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Elle was our babysitter, and I had been looking at her for the last six months. I am a horrible person, probably. She was 21 and in college, and I was just 31, so it’s not like the age was that super creepy.  But I was married, well technically; my wife and I were trying what our therapist called a “trial separation with cohabitation,” which basically meant I’d been sleeping on the couch for a month. We needed Elle once a week so we could go to counseling, which was an excuse for me to get into a room with my wife and have her tell me why I was horrible.I took it, mainly, because I don’t like fighting with a referee in the room. It had been a decade of ups and downs and downs and downs, and most days I couldn’t remember how we got here or if we ever were anywhere else. There was also the hitting-30 thing. And the being-a-father thing. And the-not-wanting-to-turn-into-my-dad thing. And the-wait-you’re-sure-my-hair-is-still-thick-in-the-back thing. I had all of those cliched midlife insecurities that most boring, sad, middle-class white men have. I know I am not painting a great portrait, but like I said in the beginning, I might be a horrible person. What can you do? But Elle. Jesus Christ. She was tall and soft, in a good way. With her red hair, she always seemed to be backlit, like a glow. I never saw Elle in anything but jeans and a tight t-shirt, and every time she left the house, I’d lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate furiously. Furiously. And I was okay with that relationship. I never said or did or looked at anything inappropriate when she was around. I tried to stay out of the way, mainly. So, when Elle asked if I could give her a ride home one day, I said okay. She normally rode her bike home, but it was fall and my wife and I had been running late. It was just 6 p.m. but already dark outside. My wife had come home after a particularly exhausting session where she had basically said she didn’t really like me that much anymore, and took our daughter and went straight to the bedroom, locking herself in. I grabbed my keys and put her bike in the back of my Jeep. I opened the door for Elle. I tried not to stare at her ass as she slid into my Jeep, but I couldn’t help it. It was just so; stare-able. “You seem sad Paul.” “Yeah, well, it’s been a tough, um, day. Month? Year? I don’t know.” “Can I tell you something and you not get mad at me?” “Ha, sure. I hear that a lot lately.” “Susan isn’t nice to you. You deserve better.” Silence. “You know, I, uh, that’s tough to respond to.” “It’s just my opinion. But I would think if you have someone in your life, you’d want to make them happy, not sad. And every time I see you two together, you look like you are in pain.” More silence. This was the longest drive ever. I could see out of the corner of my eye she was staring at me, waiting for me to respond. “Well, you know, we are going through this thing. Kind of a separation. But kind of also not. It’s, weird.” “I understand.” “So, um, I can’t say I disagree with your premise.” We passed the library and a few shops that were closed on Main Street. The downtown was dark and dead. Elle’s house was a mile away. “Can you pull into the parking lot over here to the right?” “Beside the record store?” She nodded. I turned. And, honestly, I wasn’t even suspicious. I had been living a life of taking orders the last three years, so I did as obeyed, without really wondering why. “Can we park and talk for a second,” she asked. And, OK, that was a little weird, I thought, but we’re both adults and sometimes two adults stop to chat in dark parking lots. I navigated the Jeep into a spot facing a brick wall. Even though it was fall and dark out, it was a warm day. The top was off. I could smell a fire burning. It was nice. We sat there. Saying normal stuff, where you kind of talk but say nothing. And then there’s an awkward silence. Finally, courage, she turned toward me. Her arms were sort of crossed in front of her, putting her ample cleavage in the forefront. I could smell her perfume. “Can I give you something?” You know when someone says something and your heart sort of feels like it stops and you immediately get butterflies in your stomach. I had that. “I guess; that depends.” “I want to give you a blow job. For you,” she said, emphasizing the “you” in a way that made it seem like a tremendous favor. Now, I had lived a life that I considered pretty great before I was married. High school, great. College, great. That year I was single after college, great. I had never had someone tell me this, ever. Ever. It was the single greatest thing I had ever heard, out loud. And it was coming at the moment I needed to hear it the most. “What? I. Huh? I can’t let you. I don’t think, I mean, you are great, but.” “Is this where I force myself on you?” she said, joking. But then she wasn’t, because she kind of lunged at me, clearing the central divider between the bucket seats. Her soft lips were on mine, and my arms were around here. I felt her tongue teasing my mouth, and I kissed her back, in a way I thought I wouldn’t. For a second. Then I sort of moved back… although it was the minimum distance I could move her as I didn’t try too super hard. “I shouldn’t do this.” “Sure you should.” “But, I shouldn’t.” “Sure you should.” “Why?” “Because you want to.” “I plead the fifth.” “Don’t you want to feel like a man again?” She flashed me a look that was a mix of a smile and a sexy pout. Her finger traced her cleavage and she pulled the front of her shirt down, showing me the red lace bra. “I wouldn’t mind that, no.” “Well, take this gift from me to you. One time offer.” “But, why?” “Do we need a reason? You’re cute, and I feel a little sorry for you, which is definitely a trigger for me. Also, I like to give head and do favors for cool people, because it’s 2021 and that’s OK.” The girl made sense. My cock was not letting me think of a counter argument. “I’m definitely supportive of, all of that.” “Then give me your consent, sir.” I looked at her, locked eyes for the first time. Her red hair was thick and bouncy and her eyes were crystal blue. There was absolutely no chance I would say no. Now it was like riding a bull. How long could I hold off? She leaned back into me, so I could smell her. Her arms reached around my neck. She pulled herself close. I was nervous, not about cheating, I honestly didn’t even feel that guilty, but because I hadn’t been with another woman in a decade. I felt, out of place. Her lips touched mine again. Soft. She kissed my neck and ear lobe. Her hand was on my thigh and inching its way up. Slowly. I felt her hands on me over my pants and she let out a little sigh. “Say yes,” she said. “Yes,” I said. She stroked me over my pants as she kissed me. I was no longer resisting, meeting her mouth with my own. Her hand fumbled with my belt buckle and unfastened my pants. She unzipped me and pushed my slacks down. She was still kissing me, but when she reached under my shorts she stopped. “Wow. Paul. I had no idea. Nice.” I didn’t know if she meant it or just knew it was a good thing to say, but I also did not care, either way, at all. She pulled my cock out. It was throbbing, and it felt cartoonishly big in that way that they do when someone is turning you on beyond the maximum amount. The feel of her warm hands sent a shudder down my back. I felt like my whole body was one big nerve, all leading directly to the head of my cock. She held my life in her hands. She stroked it, kind of forcefully, two hands, squeezing it as she worked her way back up the shaft. Precum was dripping out, coating her palms. She jerked me for a good minute, slowly, whenever I felt like I was getting into it, she’d stop, just squeeze me. She was good. “You want my mouth,” she said, her face an inch from mine. “Yes.” “You don’t care I’m not your wife?” “Who?” “The woman you’re married to.” “Not in the slightest.” “Does she suck your cock?” She squeezed. “Not in the slightest.” “Aww, poor baby.” She lowered her head, taking all of me down her throat in one move. It was a great move. A quality move. She gagged a bit, covering my balls with spit. Her right hand cupped them while her left worked my shaft. She moved her mouth up, twisting her left hand as she did. In and out, in and out. She pumped me, letting out a little moan when I’d make noise or touch her hair. I looked around the parking lot, suddenly reminded we were outside with the top down. Luckily there was no one around. It was a fairly silent night, minus some crickets in the distance and the sound of the highway a mile away. I was managing to not make a sound. She, however, was making a loud slobbering noise because she was really getting into the festivities. It might sound gross as I describe it, but trust me, it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. “Fuck. I can’t last long.” “Good.” She stopped, with her mouth, jerking me off with her hand. “You want to cum in my mouth?” “Wherever.” “If you want it, say it,” she teased. “Yes. I want to cum in your mouth.” “You want to cum in your babysitter’s mouth?” “Yes, fuck. yes. Don’t stop.” She stopped. I groaned. “Now? Do you want to cum in your dirty babysitter’s mouth now?” “Yes.” “Please?” she started jerking me again, her mouth so close I could feel her exhale. “Yes, please. Jesus. All the pleases!” She jerked me with her right hand, opening her mouth slightly and sticking her tongue out, touching the edge of my cock. I tried to hold out, but the sight of her was too much. She stared up into my eyes with a mixture of lust and obedience. I felt like a king. “Oh God, fuck. I’m going to cum.” I shot a thick rope, hitting her open mouth. She let out a little moan, lowering her mouth back on my cock, pumping me down her throat, staring at me the whole time. My hands were on her head, and my hips lifted up off the s

Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Cathy could barely take the sensations coursing through her body. While she hadn't felt Sam's tongue on her cunt in over 15 years, she hadn't done this act with anyone in close to 20. Memories immediately rushed her mind, swirling in the endorphins, images and sensations of nights with her previous boyfriend. Orgasms. Pleasure. Fucking. Grinding. Lost in the feeling, she fell back into sense memory. Her hand dropped down into Sam's hair and gripped it hard.Sam groaned into her wet snatch. She felt it. His cock lurched. Cathy held his head still. Bracing herself with one hand on the headboard, her thighs and hips began to flex. Sam got the message. He held his tongue in position as his wife began to grind her throbbing cunt against it, fucking his face. "Oh my God" she moaned out long and loud as she directed her pleasure points onto his wet, pulsating tongue. It was like a bolt of lightning coiling up inside her body. She felt his hand grip her ass instinctively, just like she liked, just like the others had, and suddenly she began to shake and shudder, slipping over the edge into heat. Into pleasure. Into an explosive, body-wracking orgasm. Sam held her tight as she wriggled and jerked, grinding into his tongue. He felt wetness pour from her being; his wife, cumming into his mouth. Cumming on his face. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she chanted. She rarely used curse words like that in front of him, and he found it highly erotic. His mind raced: when did she learn she liked this? Who was the first one to do it to her? How many men had she done it with? He had never been so hard in his entire life. Slowly the world came back into view, and Cathy collapsed off her husband onto the bed next to him, both their breaths coming hard and ragged. "Oh my Lord," he said between breaths, "that was so sexy." Cathy felt a warm glow pass through her; she had been worried for nothing. She looked down at her husband's thick, straining cock, flush with desire, almost painful looking. He wasn't lying. She reached for it, touching it. Holding it. She had just had the best orgasm of her life, but she was still wet. Still horny. She turned her face toward his, and made a single, syrupy request, the same she made on their honeymoon: "Fuck me, Sam." He smiled and turned quickly to the bedside table, retrieving a condom. He was on her in an instant, kissing, groping, squeezing. He positioned himself between her legs, but her sweet center wouldn't come to him easily. He struggled, first with the condom wrapper, then with the condom itself, its slippery latex never quite gaining purchase around the head of his desperate cock. "God, I really do hate these things," he said through clenched teeth. Cathy lay there, desperate to feel her husband push himself inside her, equally frustrated with the fact that they were still using condoms after almost 20 years of marriage. Then a thought came to her. They had already cracked open the door of her past, what could it hurt to crack it open a bit more, especially if she knew it would bring them both a wealth of new sensation and pleasure? "Sam, honey, I, I have an idea." He looked down at her, beautiful and wanton below him, and waited with bated breath to hear it. "What if you didn't use a condom, and pulled out just before you were going to cum?" Sam felt a hard throb between his legs. "But aren't you worried about; I mean what if you; " "It,” she paused, once again hesitant to broach this area of her own experiences, but something about the way he looked at her told her to continue on. "It's never been a problem for me, in the past." "You've, done that before?" Sam said almost breathlessly. He didn't even realize his hand started slowly pumping his cock. "Yes." "You've had a man inside you without a condom, and he pulled out before he finished?" "Yes. My ex and I, he didn't like condoms either. it was our solution to the birth control problem." "Then where did he finish?" She watched his hand stroke his cock long and hard. She felt her cunt throb. "On me." Sam gulped hard and felt himself start to sweat. "Where?" His wife looked him dead in the eye. "Wherever he wanted." That was all Sam could take. He hiked her legs up around his waist, and with gasping desperate breaths roaring out of them each like a blast furnace, he lined himself up at her wet, swollen entrance, and pushed. Moans erupted from the lovers as she took him full to the hilt. Electricity burst through the closed circuit of their bodies as they felt each other unencumbered for the first time in over 15 years. Sam began to thrust himself into his wife, long, hard, and joyously. He gave her everything he had, and her tight, sopping-wet cunt gripped him deliciously and demanded more. He and his wife were truly one once again, but as her slick, velvety walls stoked the fire building in his loins, all he could think about was the image of some other man pushing into his wife, fucking her, pleasing her the way he was right then and there. Her cunt squeezing her lover's cock the way she was squeezing his. Gripping her lover's waist with her legs and heels, egging him on, the same way she was gripping his. Taking everything her lover had, that way she was taking it from him, only for her lover to slip out of her at the height of his frenzied pleasure so her body could take two balls-full of hot cum the way she was about to take his. Sam couldn't help but wonder where her lover, lovers, had cum. He pictured his wife, another man's seed splashing across her stomach, scattered lewdly across her back and ass, dripping from her perfect breasts, maybe even her beautiful face. Had they cum on her face? Had these men fucked Sam's wife to the point of eruption, then pulled out and lurched their thick seed onto her face? Did she like it? Did she ask for it? Cathy's body was a hot cluster of firing nerve endings. Sam was fucking her with a passion she couldn't ever remember experiencing from him, and she was unable to stifle her pleasure-filled yelps, moans, and cries as he drove his thick cock into her over and over. It felt bigger. Thicker. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate it, rushing fresh rivers of her juices down to encourage him, to welcome his cock. A slight shift in position suddenly adjusted his angle of approach, and Cathy was overcome by intense, rushing pleasure as the head of his cock began to hit her in the exact right spot. She was going to cum again. "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, baby, yes, baby; fuck me, fuck me!" She began to cry out almost involuntarily. Her body was strapped to a rocket that left the atmosphere in seconds, hung there in the transitional bliss of zero gravity for just a single sweet moment, and then exploded in a thick, strong orgasm. Cathy's body contracted and jerked beneath her husband's, but he never let go, never stopped thrusting as she soared through her second orgasm. It was the most purely erotic thing he had ever experienced, and it was the final straw for his own gallant constitution. Sam reared up off of her, his cock slipping out of her warm, tight center. Cathy gasped, looking at her husband towering over her like a Greek statue, flushed and in heat, his hard, proud cock reaching to the sky, slick with her juices. His hand grasped it, his eyes closed. She whispered a sultry "yes" and gasped as the first viscous rocket of his cum launched out of the tip and soared up her body. She felt the hot juice sear her collar bone, and it was only a fraction of a second before she felt the second spurt splash against her chin, stronger than the first. Her breath came hard and fast as she took in the sight of her strong, statuesque husband ejaculating all across her heaving body. Her cunt throbbed. This was nothing like the times her previous boyfriend had done it. That, though still sexy, was more about efficiency. This, well this was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. Sam looked down at the slithering body of his wife as he emptied his tight balls all over his bride. She looked like a dirty, sexy angel. An angel of love. An angel of sex. Thick white splatters of semen painted her from pubic bone to neck; this had to have been the biggest load he had ever shot. He wondered if it was the biggest load she'd ever received. The lovers looked at each other in silence for a moment, each breathing heavy, each taking in the experience they just had. "Was that ok?" Sam finally said. Cathy smiled. He was so adorable; he just fucked the shit out of her and he was still concerned with her own wellbeing. She loved him so much. He was amazing. "Yes, Sam," she said through a chuckle, "it was fucking amazing." Then the thought crossed her mind that she should check in with him as well. This was a new experience for both of them, but even more so for him, and if this new era of communication was going to continue, she needed to make sure it did. "Was it ok for you?" "You nailed it, honey: it was fucking amazing." They both burst out laughing at Sam's rare display of profanity. Sam slipped away for a moment and came back with a warm, wet towel. It felt good on her body as he gently wiped his cum from her skin. Cathy closed her eyes and realized she was having a first of her own. In all the times she had been with other men before Sam, in all the nights that ended with cum splashed on her naked body, she couldn't remember a single time where the man she was with helped with the clean-up, and definitely not as lovingly as Sam did. She had never in their relationship questioned her love and commitment to this man, and as they lie there in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep, she knew there was nothing but excitement and pleasure ahead of them on this new erotic adventure. She had told him what she wanted,

She polishes her survival skills. By Cummsweetly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tabitha was excited about taking the wilderness survival course. She had signed up with her girlfriend, Kim, and they planned to share a tent. The weekend was supposed to be warm during the days but there had been frost warnings all week, so they were prepared for a few chilly nights. They both knew a couple of the other people taking the course. One guy in particular, for whom Tabitha had the hots, was going. So was a guy with whom Kim had already been a few times. Kim had warned Tabitha that, if things got hot for them, she might sneak out to his tent one night. Tabitha said that she was o.k. with it and didn’t mind sleeping alone, even though she was insanely jealous. She was a very horny 18 year old, who masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice. She had had a few chances to lose her virginity, but had chosen to wait.The guys weren’t special and she wasn’t going to give her “cherry” to just anyone! So, she was very envious of Kim. Kim was an experienced girl and had shared every encounter with Tabitha. After Kim described her sexual escapades, Tabitha often went home and masturbated, imagining herself in Kim’s place. Finally, Friday arrived. They had packed warm clothes and sturdy hiking boots, warm sleeping bags and a good, warm little tent. They all met at the school to catch a bus that would take them to the national campground. Tabitha’s eyes quickly scanned the small group of people already waiting. Her heart skipped a few beats as she spied “him” in the crowd. Rex was ruggedly dressed and looked very hot. He stood a little apart from everyone else. She knew that he was on the shy side and that it took some warming up to get him to talk. Once he did, though, she had always found him intelligent, funny and very down to earth. Their eyes met and his face turned a bright red, his green eyes showing up even more against the red. He smiled shyly at her and nodded his head. She smiled back, suddenly shy herself. Then, the survival leader started talking and their silent communication was halted. She found herself sitting next to him on the bus as Kim sat with her latest conquest. Their thighs and shoulders bumping against each other as the bus rumbled along, she had trouble concentrating. They talked the whole way to the park, discovering that they had a lot in common. He was so easy to talk with and she found herself feeling completely at ease with him. Once at the camp, they all got very busy pitching tents and setting up their camp. Rex ended up sharing a tent with Ryan, Kim’s guy. A blazing, hot bonfire was started and the team designated to cook that night’s meal got to work. It turned out that Rex and Tabitha were on the same team. They were on clean up duty that night and they worked well together, picking up their conversation from earlier. It sure made their time go faster. The temperature had dropped considerably by sunset and everyone scurried into their tents to put on warmer clothes. Kim and Tabitha met in their tent. Kim was flushed and whispered that she and Ryan were getting along really well and would Tabitha mind if Ryan’s tentmate bunked in with her that night? Tabitha blushed and stammered that she guessed it was fine with her. Having Rex in her tent, sleeping beside her, was going to be torture. How in the hell was she supposed to sleep with the guy of her present fantasies laying right next to her?? The fire had died down and one of the guys poured water over the blazing hot coals. Kim and Ryan had disappeared hours before. Rex retrieved his sleeping bag and gear and brought put them to Tabitha’s tent. He was embarrassed about the whole thing and had apologized to her for invading her space. She assured him that it was o.k. He spread his sleeping bag, right next to hers. “Damn, that’s close!” She thought to herself. She got into the tent first, and stripped off her outer layers, leaving on the layers closest to her skin. It was so cold that she could see her breath. She crawled into her sleeping bag, wondering where Rex was. Still chilled, she snuggled down into her bag. There was a tentative clearing of the throat at the tent door. Rex asked if it was o.k. to come in. She said it was. He crawled into the tent and awkwardly stood there. She told him she had just left her long johns and turtleneck on. He quickly stripped out of his outerwear and was in his sleeping bag before she could avert her eyes! They started talking about the day’s events and the next day’s schedule. It was going to be a lot of fun. The topics turned around to boyfriends and girlfriends, dating. Then they started talking about sex. It turned out that both of them were still virgins. They talked about various friends and kids in school who advertised the loss of their virginity. They both laughed and agreed that when it happened for them, there would not be any announcements made. They talked about oral sex and that they both were very interested in reading and watching porn dealing with oral. They talked a bit more, about dreams and aspirations, both of them getting sleepier by the minute, when she realized that Rex had fallen asleep. She was really horny by this time with all the talk about sex. She thought about all the things they had talked about and decided, right then and there, that she couldn’t waste such an opportunity with Rex lying right there beside her. She quietly slid out of her sleeping bag. Shit, was it cold! She crept over to where Rex was sleeping and gingerly tugged on the zipper of his sleeping bag. He didn’t stir. She pulled the zipper down far enough to start to wiggle in beside him. He awoke with a start and she put a finger to his lips and whispered, “Shush! Move over!” He moved over to the far edge of his sleeping bag. She slid in beside him, gasping as she felt his bare legs against her hand. Her hand crept up his leg, to discover that he was only wearing briefs. She smiled to herself. This would make her mission, oh, so much easier. She shivered from the cold and awkwardly zipped up the sleeping bag again. It was a tight fit with the two of them inside his bed. The combined heat from their bodies started to warm things up quickly. She felt the bulge of his cock against her hip and could feel her pussy juices begin to flow down her inner thighs. She turned to him and their noses bumped. She started to giggle. Her lips searched for his and she tentatively kissed him. He pressed back and she took that as being a step in the right direction. Her tongue parted his lips and darted inside his mouth. He groaned and gave her a quick taste of his tongue. The next pass, their lips parted and both their tongues bumped and twisted against each other. She thought she was going to orgasm right then and there. He was an awesome kisser! And that tongue of his!!! She could hardly wait to feel it deep inside her pussy. He pressed his hips against hers. She could feel his cock, fully engorged now, hard and steely against her hip. Her hand slid down to his flat, hairy stomach. He groaned again against her lips. Her hand slid to the front of his briefs. His cock twitched and writhed beneath her hand, like a caged animal trying to get free. She loved the feel of him and stroked his cock through his briefs. He was huge! She could not wrap her hand around his cock and he was longer than her hand, from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger, by at least an inch. She found herself salivating, anxious to taste her first cock! Their hands kneaded and stroked and tantalized and tortured each other. Finally she couldn’t take it any longer. She ducked her head inside the sleeping bag and slid down until she was kneeling over him, her mouth level with his pulsating cock. She unleashed his cock from the confines of its cage and at last, held his magnificent tool in her hand. She couldn’t see a damn thing, but instinctively, her lips were drawn to his warm, silky cock. She deeply inhaled the musky scent of him, the aroma making her juices flow copiously down the insides of her thighs. Her tongue made a slow lick around the head of his cock. Something wet and sticky and slick and sweet tasting covered her tongue. “Yummy!” She thought as she greedily licked it up. “This must be that precum they talk about.” She heard a muffled groan and his hips bucked toward her eager lips. Her tongue eagerly began to lick his shaft, her hand cradling his balls against the root of his cock. “Suck my cock Tabitha. Please take it into your mouth,” he huskily whispered. She swallowed his cock with one gulp, surprising not only him, but herself, too! She loved how he tasted, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. She loved how his cock felt in her mouth, as if it had a life of its own. It twitched and bobbed and pulsated. It was soft and hard at the same time, silky and velvety. It was fantastic!! She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, like she’d seen in the movies. Above her, Rex was making unintelligible sounds, his hips thrusting against her mouth. His balls suddenly became firm and she sensed a change in his mood. She thought that he was about to cum. She was going to experience her first taste of hot, gooey jism! She had heard horror stories about guy’s spunk tasting gross. She didn’t have time to wonder any further, as his hips bucked beneath her. His cock became even harder and he grunted that he was about to cum. That he was going to fill her mouth with his cum. He grabbed her head between his hands and pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. Her throat opened and she felt his cock deep in her mouth. She could feel the sperm boil in his loins as it erupted. She felt the first spray of sperm hit the back of her throat. She eagerly swallowed as the next stream hit her tonsils. His cock kept pumping sperm into her eager, sucking mouth. He writhed beneath her, hands pulling her hair as his cock spilled into her throat. She didn’t thin

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1 Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv. Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced. Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than "oh my Gods". In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all. Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary, when he was young. He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old. As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation. He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds. He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be extremely open. He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her. Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush. Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the cleanup much easier. Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise. He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air. His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first night with his new bride. Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her. A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex. An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well. She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up. She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her. Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex. Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path. He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care; that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered. When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes. Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did. Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet. Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock. It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him. Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum. He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special. The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing. The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat. Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was his cum. This only made him throb harder. They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now there was only one thing they both wanted. Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air. He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them. Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her nipple. Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling center, but never finding the mark. Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years since she last had sex. Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed. Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter. He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what mattered. She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies connected as one. Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips. Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up

In Command. Jilted wife finds her youth & sexual confidence. In 2 parts, by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I decided I needed to switch to a different gym. It was further from home but I was starting to wonder what Ryan was thinking after our two nights of debauchery. He was more than twenty years my junior and I didn’t need a young man trailing around after me.On the other hand, I was even more certain that “lots of fucking” was exactly what I required. I really didn’t know how to go about it. I was sure I could go out somewhere and let men “pick me up”. But that seemed so sleazy and a little dangerous. I knew about “dating” websites and I decided to try a couple. Well, in the first few days I was overwhelmed with replies and offers. It was too much to manage. I needed to find a way to narrow down my search. I already knew the term “cougar”. I don’t like that term at all and I hate the idea that anyone would think of me that way. It’s a way of “shaming” women who go looking for sex – as if its OK for a man to “sow his seed” but a woman should wait till asked. Looking at the men who had propositioned me online, I decided I wanted someone younger than me - again. It made sense. I’d been excited and validated by Ryan and his desire for me. I didn’t need to be brave, I needed young guys who were so horny for sex they would ignore my age. Or who were so young they could not resist my cleavage! I was going to choose a younger man. Maybe not as young as Ryan this time – that seemed excessive. But I told myself I definitely wanted to avoid men like my husband who were lazy and sated from years of easy, married life. Younger men would be more horny, more eager to enjoy themselves. I wanted intense, passionate sex and I knew I’d be more likely to find that with men who were not in their forties. Why settle for an older, lazy man when I could pick a young guy, full of lust and energy and with a beautiful, hard prick to fill me up? I found a man who called himself Naz – a good looking man who looked Lebanese and has a nice smile. He is aged twenty-six and he boasted about his sexual prowess. That was the real reason I chose Naz - I admit I was attracted to his cockiness and his confidence that he could “give me a good time”. The quality of his technique was less important than having a young man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. I was banking on his passion, his lust for sex with me, being enough to get me off nicely. Naz even sent me a picture of his cock and I smiled at the thought of him eagerly thrusting it into me. Yes, I was well aware that this method of finding my “cure” carried its own dangers. I suspect that the danger actually heightened the thrill. I don’t really know how to describe what I was thinking. Something had come over me. It was several weeks since I’d had a man in my bed and many long months before that. I had needs and I didn’t want to wait. I was prepared for the risk. I was prepared to be disappointed. We had a first chat on-line and I got to see some more of his smile. I could see he was still so young but that only served to make my body stir. I wanted this one and there’d be no guilt about it. As for Naz, his cockiness came through straight away. Some people would have found it a turn-off, but not me. Naz asked me to undress or to show my breasts to him. I already knew that we was lusting after my boobs and that made it easier for me. I was enjoying the raw needs of an immature male. He wanted me badly but the funny thing was that I still felt in control. So I declined his invitation to bare my breasts. Naz was undeterred and stripped off on camera, proudly letting me see his cock. He was half erect, which was the right way to impress me. I did ask him how many girlfriends he had had and he said more than a dozen. But my intuition is pretty good and I am sure he was stretching the truth. Funnily enough, that made me even more keen to have sex with Naz since I knew he’d be almost as keen as Ryan. A week later he came to my house. Despite lots of masturbation, I was almost desperate for screwing. I was counting on this young stud to perform for me. I had considered the danger of what I was doing. But the idea of a younger guy who was “in heat” for me was just too much. I had that same giddy feeling again and I knew I was going to go through with it. This time I was wearing a nice dress instead of my silk robe. Naz actually was a complete gentleman and gave me a nice kiss on my cheek and sat patiently in my loungeroom while we talked a little. I would have to make the first move – so I took his hand and invited him upstairs to my bedroom. The thing about men, especially young men like Naz and Ryan, is how guileless they can be. Naz knew he was there for sex and was quite ready to strip off in front of me while I was watching. I think I started trembling with excitement as I looked at his naked body. He was different to Ryan – softer and shorter and with a thick, manly coat of hair on his chest and around his penis. Naz kissed me again, on my mouth, and I was impressed with his ability in that department. Then he slowly undressed me. Well, let me say that was a total thrill and I’d never felt something so erotic in my life - a young man, his erection clearly showing, was slowly and gently removing my clothes in the sure knowledge I would have sex with him. Then Naz did something else. He put his hands on my shoulders and he started to press. At first I thought he wanted to lean on me – now I was showing my lack of experience. He kept pressing until the penny dropped. This young man, practically a stranger, expected me to go to my knees. He wanted me to suck him as foreplay. Well, I did it! Yes, I did! What an experience. It was oh, so thrilling. No man had ever done that to me - not once in my life. But, like most young guys, Naz had no interest in romance. He was “hot” for me and figured he had permission to use me sexually. Being so cocky, of course he assumed I’d agree to getting on my knees to suck him. I supressed a grin as I let Naz push me down. There was no reason to resist. I felt so alive, with his hard cock right in front of me, so eager for me to pleasure it. Lucky for me, Naz didn’t have a lot of experience either, so he would not be disappointed if my technique was not up to scratch. I just took hold of him and put him in my mouth. My husband was never much interested in such an act. Now, suddenly, I was an older woman who had a throbbing young penis in her mouth. It was incredibly sexy and I was so excited. I used my hand, too, to stroke his shaft as I felt him get bigger and harder. That was the best part of all! I knew, once more, that there was no turning back. “Yeah, that’s it Maria,” he said firmly. It seemed my technique was not so bad. “Suck my dick and make me hard. I am going to give you a real fucking tonight.” I admit I liked hearing him voice his confidence and his lust for me. I was happy to be a sexual conquest for him – I was hungry to be fucked by a man who would be passionate and intense. Naz put a hand on my head and forced himself further into my mouth. I let him do that. It was intoxicating to be used by a man who was so eager for me. When he was done, ready for the next act, Naz pushed me on the bed and started groping me. So young and impatient, he grabbed at me and tried to feel me up everywhere at once. My husband had never shown that sort of passion for my body. Naz made me feel so sexy. He squeezed my boobs and pinched the nipples. “Are they fake?” he asked me. I didn’t care about his abrupt manner. “Yes, I had them done,” I told him, panting my lust. “Great boob job,” he replied and squeezed them some before he sucked on them. I held his head close to me and stroked his hairy back, just lying there and revelling in the attention he was giving me. “Your turn,” he said aloud and shuffled down the bed. He gave me a quick licking on my vagina but his intent was not to make me cum from oral. I soon realised this brief act was only to prepare me for penetration. The cocky young guy was there for a fuck. If only he’d known I didn’t require any further prep – I could feel my soaking wetness. Young Naz was on his knees and using his hand to rub the head of his cock against my vagina. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready to get a fucking?”. I actually was surprised that a man could be so focussed on the basics of sex play. Thank god for young men! I merely nodded to Naz and let him enter me for the first time. It was only twenty minutes since he had entered my house! I groaned as he split me open. It was the thought of what I was doing even more than the sensation of his dick filling my hole. He felt so good in my vagina, I knew I’d made the right choice. And he soon was giving me a “real fucking” and I was loving it. I had been right about his cockiness, though. His energy and his confidence made the sex so very intense. He wanted to show me his sexual “power” and I was only too happy to receive it. I responded immediately to his muscular thrusting – yes, I had dreamed of being fucked with that kind of vigour. Naz kept his hands busy, too. He stroked my tits and pulled on my nipples and I didn’t even care if it hurt a little. He reached down and rubbed my clit as well and, even though he was clumsy, I arched my back as my vagina responded. Oh yes, I came for that young man, came all over his thick, hard cock as he fucked me in a way I’d yearned for. He even lay on top of me and thrust deep as he held me tight. I could reach down and feel the muscles in his back and his bum as he pumped into me. So much better than middle-aged podge. Surprisingly, Naz had real stamina and he managed to hold off his own climax even as I exhausted myself with my orgasms. I wanted him to cum but I guessed that he had more sex play in mind for later. We lay there and talked a little. Given the difference in our ages there wasn’t much to talk about. Naz asked me a

A walk on a naturist beach leads to a surprising encounter. By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The beauty of being in a beach house, right on the sand, was that Nigel just fell out of bed, pulled on his swimmies, jumped into his flip flops and went for a walk on the beach. It was the perfect way to wake up. Actually, most mornings he didn’t even bother with the swimmies as the beach was “Naturiste”, as were a lot of beaches in this area of France. So, towel slung over his shoulder, he set off at about seven thirty most mornings to walk for half an hour in one direction or the other, then return for a slap up breakfast. The towel was for those occasions when the water looked irresistibly tempting, which was about half the time.There wasn’t much traffic on the beach at that time of day, just the occasional dog walker or someone power walking with weights in their hands. Some of these passers-by were in shorts and t shirts, some preferred to be naked, like himself. No one paid any attention but he did feel that power walking in the nude looked a little absurd. The water looked tempting so he put his towel down, kicked off his flip flops and headed into the waves. Sheeesh, the water was cold, well not cold exactly just chilly enough to make him catch his breath. He never knew which way this was going to affect him when it reached his crotch. Usually cold water caused a certain shrinkage in the genital department but sometimes it had the opposite effect. He put this down to one of his earliest sexual experiences which had involved cold water. “Strange how that can affect you fifty years on.” He mused. This particular morning it was shrinkage that won the day and after an energetic swim he returned to his towel and dried himself off, unconcerned that his penis had virtually vanished. It would return when warmer. “Bonjour, bien nagé? (Enjoy your swim?)” Nigel looked up to see Maggie; a naked, buxom, late middle aged lady, with a grey hair and massively heavy boobs walking slowly past. “Ah oui, mais je ne parle pas français. (Ah, yes. But I don’t speak French.)” Which was not exactly true, but usually put an end to these encounters. “Actually,” Maggie said, “mine’s not that good either. I have noticed you swimming some mornings while out for my walk. Was the water cold, or just refreshing?” She paused, legs astride, with her hands on her generous hips. “Certainly refreshing.” He said noticing her well-trimmed bush of light grey hair barely concealing the delights below. “I must try it sometime, but I’m not a strong swimmer so I don’t venture in much.” Then Maggie added; “Not unless there are plenty of people around to pull me out if I get into trouble.” Nigel’s mind wandered to the delightful possibilities of rescuing this voluptuous female, swimming on his back with one arm clenched about her bosom and her ample buttocks grazing his crotch. “I myself, only swim if the water is reasonably calm. I’m no life guard but I’d be happy to keep an eye on you if you wanted to join me one morning.” “Well, that’s a great offer, “ she winked. “I might just take you up on it, bye for now.” And she strode off, generous buttocks wobbling delightfully with every stride. A couple of days of rain followed so no early morning walk. Then a bright sunny morning lured Nigel out again. After a few hundred yards he noticed a well-built woman coming from the opposite direction, towel slung over her shoulder. The form took shape as it approached, he’d recognize those pendulous breasts anywhere. “Bonjour,” Maggie hailed him. “Is it a swimming morning, and if so, may I join you? The water looks so inviting.” “I was contemplating a quick dip,” he lied, hoping to keep the conversation alive, “but I expect the water will be cold after all the rain so it may just be a quickie.” Oh shit, had he really just said that? A quickie! Sometimes his mouth ran ahead of his brain. “A quickie’s fine by me for a first go.” She said, putting him out of his discomfort. Was that a cheeky smirk he noticed on her lips? She bent down to leave her towel by her shoes and he couldn’t help but notice those magnificent breasts swinging pendulously as gravity took hold. “Bloody boobs, they’re such a nuisance!” Maggie blurted. “I’ve carried them round for a whole lifetime, only use them for a few months to feed a couple of children. Then they continue to grow, sag, and generally get in the way.” “They look pretty damn good to me.” Nigel mumbled, trying not to say anything too risqué. Then the two made for the water’s edge. It was really quite chilly and Nigel’s old fears surfaced. He was only two steps away from a naked, buxom, extremely desirable, female and wading into cold water. If he had been sitting, chatting on a nice, safe, warm beach this would never be a concern. He’d long since got over the problem of spontaneous erections on ‘clothing optional’ beaches, half of France seemed to be that way these days and mixed sex nudity never gave him the slightest problem: in the warm. Now he was wading into cold water. Past the knees: no problem. Then it reached his balls at the same time as it lapped over her bush, wetting it enticingly, revealing her all. At that moment he noticed her goose bumps and his cock stirred. Oh please no! But his pleading didn’t work so he plunged quickly in just as his erection became too obvious to hide. “That’s a bit brave.” She said, wading across towards him. Her trimmed crotch was now inches from his face and she must be able to see his stiff cock through the crystal clear water. What to do? He couldn’t just sit there staring at her pussy but if he stood up… “I say! I don’t usually provoke a response like that,” she said pointing to his erection. “It’s a long story.” He blurted. “Quite long, but try me,” She smiled. “I like long stories, particularly about erections.” “Well,” Nigel started. “One of my first ever sexual experiences was at the age of about six.” “Six!! Precocious or what? Go on and for pity sake stand up it looks as if you are staring at my snatch.” She feigned disapproval. He stood and faced out to sea. “As I said, I was about six and on a visit to the barber for a haircut when I saw a newspaper on the table. The front page had a picture of a young lady, in a skimpy bikini, standing up to her crotch in the sea. It was obviously cold as you could see her goose bumps and I got the first erection I ever remember. I had no idea what it was, just that it felt good and cold water often has that effect on me to this day, particularly if girls in skimpy bikinis set my imagination off. Sorry about that but that’s the way it is.” Nigel confessed. “So are you saying,” Maggie speculated. “That my 'skimpy bikini’ set your imagination off?” “Well, you have to admit, they don’t get any more skimpy than the one you’re not wearing!” Nigel said with a wink. “Yes, but what about your imagination?” Maggie surmised.  “Am I to assume you were having erotic thoughts about me as well?” “It would appear so.” Nigel admitted, with a vulnerable tone of honesty. “You lusty horny boy!” She chided with a grin that revealed her pleasure, as she gently encircled his cock in one hand. “What are we to do with this then? You can’t walk out of the sea with a raging hard on, it’s sticking out like a barber’s pole, appropriately enough! Everyone will know what’s going on and this is not the hedonistic Cap d'Adge Resort.” Then she reached around and began a gentle back and forth motion sliding his foreskin slowly over the head of his cock and back again. The cold water hit the uncovered head, made it twitch, and his erection stiffened even more. “Christ! No viagra needed here. I’ve never seen a reaction like it!” She moved her other hand round behind him, still stroking him slowly, rested her ample bosom on his back and cupped his balls with the other hand. “I think we are going to have to relieve the tension somehow, don’t you? Just relax and let me take care of it for you.” Her strokes got a little longer, not faster but longer, “Nice eh? Like that don’t you?” She asked. Every time the head of his cock dipped into the cold water a tingling shot up his spine. “Relax and enjoy the memory of that bikini girl.” Maggie encouraged him. “I bet you’ve wanked yourself silly to that memory over the years. Just imagine I am she and you are getting your first ever hand job.” His breathing accelerated along with his pulse, the sensations were fantastic then he let out a little guttural sound. “About to  cum are we? Cum for your bikini girl, with cold water lapping at her pretty little cunt?” With that she let go of his balls, raked her fingers through his chest hair, grabbed his left nipple and pinched hard. She felt the result immediately. Twitch, jerk, as he sent little short spurts of cum into the sea. “Well, well, horny boy, that should do the trick!” She let go of his cock and it started to relax almost immediately. After a blissful interlude of orgasm, she took him by the hand and walked toward the shore. “Well,” she said as they departed the waves, “that was something new! The only problem is that you’ve shot your load into the sea and I’m literally dripping with excitement. That was so bloody sexy.” “I like to make you breakfast as a thank-you. I only live a few hundred meters down the beach.” He offered his hospitality. She accepted the invitation. They walked down together talking about this, that, and nothing in particular. “I really was just looking for a swimming partner, but I got carried away when I saw your reaction to the cold water.” Maggie confessed.  “I never had a planned intention of anything sexual. Besides I’m single and enjoying it, definitely not looking for a complicated relationship.” “I am in pretty much the same boat so, sorry about the runaway willy thing.” Nigel pleaded. “Please don’t apologize. You have no idea how flattering it is for a girl to see someone produce a stiffy like that in her company; without any, sha

Maria and Her Boys. Jilted wife relives her youth. In 2 parts, by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is about an older woman, a woman in her middle forties, who has sex with different men. Mostly she has sex with men who are younger than her – much younger. This story is about me – Maria. I am happy and fulfilled and satisfied. I am loving life more than I have done for years. And I am making sure it stays that way.Although I have sex with different men, you might want to know that most men I choose for my bed are in their early twenties. They are “barely men”, in their youth and ripe for the picking. You might wonder why I do this. The simple truth is that for an “older woman” there is nothing to match the feeling and the sight of a young man between her legs. Having a much younger man makes me feel youthful as well. These are the type of boys who first introduced me to sex, who took my virginity and taught me the pleasures of the flesh. I have never forgotten those years and those wonderful experiences as I first explored the world of sex. For so long I dreamt of those times and those experiences and wished I could revisit my youth. Now I get that chance on a regular basis and it is simply wonderful. Guys that age, the age I like to choose them, are always so eager to please, to do a good job for me. Their bodies are always hard and taut and I can feel their desire for me through their skin. They are so sweet the way they get nervous the first time they touch me and kiss me and fuck me. Sometimes its like I cannot get enough of them. A young man’s penis is guaranteed to bring me pleasure. Older guys might be more experienced but they do not throb and explode like my younger ones. Boys at that age are so virile. Their cocks are things of wonder, the way they swell and pulsate. In my hand and in my mouth and especially in my vagina. Their cocks feel as if they are alive all on their own. When I have a young guy, a boy old enough to be my son, on top of me or entering me from behind, his cock always feels harder and closer to bursting than any man my own age ever could. I get fascinated with their balls. I crave to fondle those hard, little eggs, to cup them in my hand and stroke them with my fingers. I delight in their big loads of semen. I like to imagine how virile are my young lovers, their balls holding so much powerful “baby making stuff”. Younger guys produce impressive amounts of semen, even when cumming the second or third time. There is no better feeling for a woman “my age” than to make it shoot from a young cock. The way it gushes, into my mouth or my vagina, and fills me up always gives me a powerful feeling of validation. No so long ago, I had a “normal” life – married and happy. I had only slept with three boyfriends before I met my husband. I would say I was inexperienced sexually and somewhat lacking in confidence. We got married and had a beautiful daughter. He forged a successful career and I started my own business. It made sense to describe myself as happy. Somehow, I knew the sex was not all it could be. Yes, I was inexperienced but I always felt that our sex life could be more exciting – more satisfying. But my husband never seemed to mind. Even when, a few years ago, I tried to spice things up with lingerie and mention of different positions, nothing changed. I tried not to think about it too much because I felt in love and loved in return. As a result, I never really worried he would chase his pleasure elsewhere. So it was a shock a couple of years ago to realise he had his eye on a younger woman. At first, I was crushed. Then I took action. I changed my eating habits to lose some weight. I started going to the gym and did thousands of squats to improve my butt. Then I even went overseas to have my breasts “fixed”. Mostly I wanted to correct the effects of gravity but I went a little bigger as well – between a ‘B’ and a 'C’-cup. Our sex life stayed the same and then my husband left me for his younger model. After everything I had done. I was crushed all over again. Until two girlfriends took me to lunch and told me the “cure”. “Just go out and have lots of sex,” they told me, looking half serious. That was their solution - have lots of sex with as many guys as I could! Right then, I scoffed at the idea. But they were adamant. “What you need is to find a man, or a few of them, and then fuck the shit out of them.” I managed to have a laugh with them. Part of me wanted it to be true. I was a “free” woman now, I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted. I just didn’t know how to go about getting all that. At my age, with a marriage behind me, I was not feeling very brave. To help pass the time and overcome my sexual frustration, I bought myself two vibrators on the internet – my first time ever. One of them was especially effective and on the first weekend I took to bed and gave myself more than a dozen orgasms before I finally decided I should stop! I figured that was my future sex life but that was OK – I had our house to myself since our daughter spent most of her spare time with her father. He always had time for her whereas I was still trying to run my business. I was not thinking about young men right then. But I resolved to keep myself at my best so I was still going to the gym regularly, still doing those squats. One night I was doing some regular training with weights and I noticed a group of boys. They were around twenty years of age and talking and laughing a lot. Several of them seemed to glance over at me and I was convinced they were having a laugh at my expense. I was furious but I tried to ignore them and finish my workout. On the way out, I was still upset when I saw one of the group loitering near the entrance. Well, my temper got the better of when he stepped towards me, obviously wanting to talk to me. I assumed it was another joke at my expense. “Hello. You had a good workout,” he managed to say. “I did. With no help from you lot making fun of me.” He looked surprised to hear that. “No, we weren’t looking at you. Well,” he stumbled, “I was looking but the other guys weren’t.” Now I was a little confused. I could see this young man was keen on talking to me and I’d not had that experience for almost twenty years. And he was tall, over six foot beside my five feet five inches. I was trying to stay angry and to give him my best “death stare” but it wasn’t working. He looked so taut and trim. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much he reminded me of the boys I had desired before I got married. He was trying to talk to me but I wasn’t really listening. I was thinking about my boring sex life with my husband. I was daydreaming about those boys from my youth and wondering whether they’d have been better lovers. Then I heard a voice say, “If you want to talk, why don’t you invite me for a drink?” Yes, that was my voice. I was shocked at myself. He managed to mumble a reply and suddenly I felt something happening to me. I felt in control – I felt in charge. This nervous young man wanted to please me and I had the upper hand. I had never in my whole life felt like that in front of a man. He just wanted to talk, to get the attention of a nice woman. But something clicked in my head. It was like there was some connection between my vagina and my brain. My anger had turned into action, my humiliation into desire. I had sorely missed younger males with their lean bodies and their enormous libido. Yes, I wanted to have sex with a man and here was one standing right in front of me. He was about the same age as my daughter but that hardly registered with me. I could feel the power I had over this guy. I wasn’t concerned about the age difference. I just wanted to take advantage. “You can come to my place if you want,” I told him in an even voice. “But that’s the only offer I’m making.” He just stared at me for a few seconds. I guessed his mind was reeling almost as much as mine. “What’s your name?” I demanded to know. “Ryan,” he managed to mumble. I told him the name of my street. “Follow the black Beamer,” I told him and walked off. Inside my car, I could suddenly breath again. But driving was a problem. What was I doing? This young stranger was obviously keen on me and I’d just invited him to drive to my house at night. I felt something like revenge – against my husband or against this silly young guy who had let his friends laugh at me? I didn’t want to think about it because not far from there was the thought of “revenge sex”. Was I really that desperate for a fuck? That was preposterous. But where had this craziness come from? How could I even contemplate what I was about to do? I remember thinking again of how his body reminded me of the guys I had dated, or wanted to date, in my younger years. I still found that very sexy. I could have that now, couldn’t I? He’d meekly followed my instructions. I had power and I could use it any way I wished. I’d missed out for all those years and now I had the chance to do something about that. At my house, I waited for him to cross the street, still in his gym gear. My heart was thumping in my chest. I had wanted to feel brave. Was this brave? I was banking on this young man’s libido to make him do anything I wished. “How old are you?” I demanded to know. With a pause, he said he was twenty-four but I was sure that was a lie. Ryan looked no more than twenty-one. That was OK by me because later he asked my age and I lowered it by ten years – he’d never know the difference. Part of me knew it was wrong. But what I really cared about was that I didn’t have to be frustrated or denied any more. I’d been angry but now I could take charge and make sure I got what I wanted. I could have what I’d missed out on for so many years. I let this young man inside my house, staring at him, thinking that he should be dating teenagers and that, instead, he was going to climb into my bed. He made a clumsy grab for me, trying to

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

John & Daisy Meet again. A chance meeting leads to very hot and wet sex. by  SexualisPhantasia . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I walked into my favorite bookstore on a warm afternoon in late July. I wandered for a bit like I always do, perusing the books and picking a few that grabbed my attention. I headed over to the large cafe area, there was seating for about 30 people there. I scanned the area and looked for an open table. Then, I saw her at a distance. This young, stunning woman with a fantastic body. She had just walked in through the cafe’s outside entrance, she was so exotic looking to me.As I walked to a table she walked right by me going the other way, and I caught a whiff of her aroma. It was sweet pea, one of those feminine scents that made me insane with lust: especially when a woman like her was wearing it. I watched her walk away and caught a glimpse of her wonderful, wide hips and a perfect bubble ass. She was wearing tight, white leggings and a red halter top, exposing her thick, enticing cleavage. I bought a coffee and sat down with my books. I was reading but unable to get her out of my head. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew her from. But a little while later, something happened that I did not expect. - JOHN   The bookstore was one of my favorite places to unwind at, but it was very busy that day. That was typical for Saturday’s there, I wandered for a bit and decided to go sit down. No tables were available, all of them had people sitting at them. But then I saw this man on the far side of the cafe, he was very handsome and all by himself. Then I realized why he looked familiar, he goes to the same gym that I used to. I gathered up my courage and walked over there. “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” He looked at me and then I noticed them for the first time. The light coming in really captured the color of those big, gorgeous eyes-blue like the bluest skies. He looked surprised, but he definitely was welcoming to me. “No, please have a seat.” He said in a deep voice that was soothing while it sent a tingle down my legs. I sat across from him and set my things down. “Hi, I’m John.” He said with a smile while shaking my hand. I told him my name with a big smile on my face, I couldn’t hide it. “I know you, don’t I?” “Yes, from the gym. We spoke about music once.” I answered while trying to hide my excitement at seeing him there. I felt it once again upon seeing him, the air was instantly charged by the animal magnetism I felt. “Yes, that’s it! I was actually trying to remember why you looked so familiar.” He looked quite pleased that I was there with him. My thoughts had lingered in the past on that day when we had talked. I wondered about him weeks after I had ended my membership at the gym. And now, it seemed like fate had intervened, at least that’s what I hoped for. I noticed his collection of books and commented on his book about anxiety. I found out that we had both struggled with it and he opened up to me about what worked for him in his struggles with it. That made me feel more connected with him, my interest and attraction for him was blossoming. We talked for a long time about many things, he seemed quite interested in me. - DAISY  I found out she was of half Irish and half African descent. That explained why her afro was a reddish-brown color. She had her mothers gorgeous eyes that were accented by her long lashes, just the way I liked them. Her long nose ended in a rounded tip above her red lips. My god those lips that looked like they could suck cock for days, the thick kind you just wanna suck and nibble on. I really liked how our interaction was going, I was doing my best to be charming. I think it was working because she was constantly smiling and laughing at all my jokes. I was trying to think of a way to spend more time with her. I was getting hungry, so I decided to seize the moment. “Daisy, can I buy you something to eat? Maybe from the nearby deli?” “Eat at the deli?” She gave me a big grin. “Yes I’d love to, shall we go?” “Yes, let’s go. Did you drive here?” “Yes I did, I will see you over there.” We both walked outside to our cars and drove the short distance to the deli. - JOHN  Shortly after we arrived at the deli, it started raining. The rain always made me absolutely horny for cock. Maybe this handsome stranger will find out, if he’s lucky. Or am I? I was so happy he asked me to go eat, I was hoping to have him for dessert. I could sense that feeling tugging at me, gently yet with persistence it was drawing me in: I was becoming so attracted to him. We both had a delicious meal together, he looked at me and put his hand upon mine during the meal. That, the flirting and the look in his gorgeous eyes made me absolutely weak inside. We got up to leave and I wondered when I would see him again, dare I hope that he wanted me like I wanted him? - DAISY  The rain had slowed down by the time we walked back outside and I walked her to her car. She reached for her car keys, but then she paused and looked at me. The smallest moment can sometimes change your life. That moment when attraction and sexual tension reaches a crucial junction. When she looked at me, she was saying goodbye, but her eyes were saying something else. I knew that look, and I absolutely seized that moment in time. Sometimes, you meet a woman and you go out with her. Maybe it doesn’t work out and you never see her again. But when I kiss a woman, I make damn sure she’ll never forget it. Even if nothing else happens between us, I want her to remember me and that moment. I grabbed her and kissed her. She moaned and opened her mouth to my wet, eager tongue. It was a long and deep kiss while I pulled her tight against me with my strong arms. I left her panting for more. She paused for a moment and looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes. “Ohhh..oh my god.” She whispered with her lip quivering, she found it hard to maintain her composure after that. I knew what her look meant, I had seen it so many times before. She wanted to fuck me, there was no doubt about it. “My place is not far…would you like to come over for…ummm..coffee?” “Of course I would.” I gave her another lingering kiss and relished the look of horny desperation on her lovely face. I walked to my car, my dick was already swelling from that hot kiss. I knew things were about to get much hotter soon. - JOHN  Holy fucking shit, he can really kiss. He completely took my breath away with such passion, I was already so wet for him. I could feel my thick grool flowing down into my ass crack, sitting in my car seat was making it stick to my leggings. We got to my building and I led him upstairs with all haste, he grabbed me at my door and pressed his hard cock against my fat ass. I managed to get it unlocked, even though I was trembling in anticipation. I sat on my couch and ran my hands down his front, all I could focus on was getting his cock in my mouth. I unzipped his pants and was taken aback by the size of his veiny trouser snake. It was so hairy and thick. His beautiful cock was leaking pre-cum already. I kissed it all over and listened to him moan deeply. And that smell, that wonderful smell that only a man has down there. His cock was very clean and smelled so enticing, with only his natural odors filling my nose. He had already made me so fucking wet, it even surprised me that I was soaking my leopard print thong. Funny I considered that thong a good luck charm, and today I was very lucky indeed. I had gone months without cock, and this near total stranger was about to have me. It felt so dirty to me, and so right. He pulled his shirt off and I took in the sight of his pale, strong body. He looked down at me with his gorgeous blue eyes and he ran his hands over my thick afro. This much older man was truly a masculine stud to behold, I could not believe he was 43. He looked into my eyes and I felt totally powerless, I wanted to be utterly devoured by him. I felt his throbbing cock sliding on my tongue, and it was heavenly. I slowly opened my mouth, gagging in my attempts to take him deeper into my throat. He groaned and pushed slowly on my head, coaxing me into relaxing my jaw to deep throat him. Then, all 8 inches of his fat manhood was in. I felt his pubic hairs against my round nose, he grunted and shivered as he swelled in my mouth. I wanted all of him, in every hole fucking me hard, fast, and then so slowly. His cum all over me, dripping from my holes and filling my stomach. In that perfect, sensual moment that was the only thought I had in my dirty mind. Yes, I would be his possession for as long as he wanted me. Hopefully, for a long time to come. - DAISY  Daisy sucked me like a hungry, wanton woman starving for cock. I loved watching her thick, ruby red lips slide over my cock as she whimpered and sucked it so hard. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that sparkled like green gems in the sunlight. I held her adoring gaze as I thrusted deep into her mouth and tugged on her hair. She slurped it like a horny, desperate whore that was eager to please. I’ve had my cock sucked by plenty of women, but honestly, she might have been the best ever. And there was just something about how she looked at me, how she used her mouth and her tongue. And the atmosphere in her apartment was thick with the instant sexual chemistry between us. It was intangible, but also there was definitely an invisible charge in the air. She then started going a bit faster, she moaned with her mouth stuffed with my tingling, aching cock. I started pumping and grinding Into her demanding, sexy mouth. My balls were so heavy from a lack of sex, but I didn’t want to cum so fast either. - JOHN  I was a slowly boiling pot of sexual lust. And he had lit the fire under my stove, I was going to fucking explode soon, I realized my body felt like a pressure cooker of lust. Tasting his pre-cum was making my hairy cunt leak and drip i

Lusty housewife shows it off at the mall.  by christo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Linda woke up with her husband and made him coffee while he showered. She put the cup on his dresser and went back to the kitchen to make him his breakfast. An omelet filled with ham, cheese, and onion, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and more coffee. When he came downstairs he ate and read the paper while Linda did the dishes. He finished his breakfast, checked his briefcase, and picked up the suitcase she packed for him the night before."What time will you be back?" she asked. "Eleven o'clock, tomorrow," he answered, and left without another word, or a kiss, or a goodbye. He was gone. "Thank Christ," Linda whispered. She was free. For only 24 hours, but she was free. Free to finally give in to the desires that nagged at her every single day, desires she knew had to be slaked eventually. Today would be the day. She was so excited she ran upstairs to shower and dress. After she showered Linda tried to take her time getting ready, trying to give her brain a chance to overrule her pussy. She sat at her dressing table applying her makeup deliberately, slowly, but it was no use. When her husband told her he would be out of town for a meeting her desire, kept under wraps for so long, flared up like a storm inside her. For four years she had acceded to her dullard of a husband's wishes, long enough that she hoped her urges were put away for good. Ha. Today was the first day he would be guaranteed to be gone for an entire day and she had everything planned, planned to itch the scratch that tormented her. She was, at 37, still a beautiful woman. She combed her thick, lustrous black hair until it shimmered in the light. Her husband preferred her to wear her hair pulled back in a chic, lacquered bun, but today she let it fall about her shoulders in a soft, sensuous curtain. She applied her makeup expertly to bring out her baby blue eyes and high cheekbones. She painted her nails the same dark red that she used on her lips, a color that her husband would think too lewd, but it made Linda feel sexy. She looked great, hot, alluring. When she was younger she could have had her pick of men. But she waited too long, waiting for the perfect match, and when she did marry it was for money, and the hope that something like love might develop. That dream was long dead. But new dreams developed, and today she would try to make a few come true. She stood in front of her fulllength mirror, admiring her nude body. The long legs that were her mother's dearest gift to her, her stomach, relentlessly flattened by thousands of situps. She gently caressed her breasts, teasing her soft nipples with her fingertips until they hardened into tight brown points, and she cooed softly with delight. Her breasts had given her some grief in her life, never measuring up to the rest of her, too small, too soft and droopy. But look at them now. They were magnificent. After a year of pleading her husband had finally agreed to let her have the augmentation surgery. He hated the idea, but after seeing the results he stopped bitching. She had searched for months for the best plastic surgeon in the state, and the one she'd found had done wonderful work. Her 34B's were now flawless 36C's, big enough to instantly catch a man's attention, yet not so freakishly huge that you instantly thought "silicone". They didn't stick straight out, they still looked ripe and heavy, their weight gave them just the right amount of jiggle when she walked. The surgery had been painful, but the thrill of seeing men stare with lust at her tits more than mitigated any pain she'd felt. She couldn't wait to feel that delicious sense of power again. She was already wet between her legs. She shaved herself a few weeks before, leaving just a bikini stripe above her vulva. She was ready to go. It didn't take her long to dress. Black thigh high stockings. A black miniskirt cut just a hair above "scandalous". A pale blue silk blouse that brought out her eyes, almost sheer enough to see her nipples through. She left the first three buttons undone, enough to show the first cool inch of her deep cleavage. She stepped into her black high heels. She looked gorgeous, hot, sexy, provocative, a headturner. Her husband would have exploded to see her tarted up like this. Linda felt alive for the first time in months, years. She filled a black leather purse with the items she would need for her adventure, and she was off. She drove her Mercedes across town, to a suburban shopping district far away from her home, far away from where anyone knew her. She pulled into the parking lot of a huge indoor shopping mall. It was 10AM, the stores were just opening. She walked confidently across the lot. She was ready. When did this craving begin, this need to expose herself to men? She could give the exact date. It was her birthday, her parents threw her a pool party to celebrate. She was changing into a new bikini, hoping to impress some young man who worked for her father, she couldn't even remember what he looked like anymore. She was in her parents bedroom, so she could see how she looked in their big mirror. The door suddenly flew open, and Mr. Palmer, her next door neighbor, walked in. To use the bathroom maybe. She never found out why. He stopped and jerked back in surprise, Linda hurriedly covered her breasts with her arm, her vagina with her hand. She thought he would turn around and go. But he didn't. He stayed. He stared at her. Mr. Palmer was in his 50's, a big bearlike man who loved working on his antique car. Linda had never had a sexual thought about him in her life. But now he was staring at her, not embarrassed, not leering, just admiring her. She let her arm fall away, moved her hand away from her groin. He looked her like he was admiring a painting by a great master, drinking her in. He smiled, said, "So beautiful," and left. Linda closed and locked the door behind him, reached down between her legs, touched her clit, and had the biggest orgasm of her life. And from that day on, she loved, LOVED, to show her body to men, boys, anyone who would look at her and drool She couldn't do it as often as she liked, the risks were too great, to her reputation, to her marriage. But she couldn't resist. She couldn't give a fuck about her marriage. Today she would seek out places she'd never been to before, out of the way places, where she could find the right mix of crowds and privacy. Her first stop was an athletic shoe store. It was perfect, just two pimply teenage boys working, only one customer inside, an elderly man examining walking shoes. She walked in the store and a tall boy with long blond hair smiled nervously and asked, "Hi, can I help you?" His eyes fell on her breasts and stayed there, and Linda reveled in his obvious attention. "I'd like to try on a pair of New Balance running shoes, six 6 1/2?" "Which ones?" the salesboy asked. "Um, these ones?" She stretched and pointed with her fingernail at an aqua shoe on the top shelf. Her full breasts strained against the tight silk blouse, and when she looked back the salesboy's eyes were big as dinner plates. "Sure, sure, I'll see if we have them," he said. His face was flushed red, and Linda felt her pussy warm. She sat, smoothing out her skirt. A young woman pushing a baby carriage came into the store. An audience. Linda stretched her long legs out and crossed them. The boy came back with her shoes and Linda asked, "Could you lace them for me?" "Sure." He sat on a stool in front of her and Linda lifted her top leg and slowly uncrossed them. The boys eyes zoomed in on her legs and Linda kept her legs parted. He was fumbling with the laces and Linda took the hem of her skirt in her fingers and lifted it just a few inches, high enough to show the boy a perfect view of her naked pussy. The excitement flowed through Linda. The boy stood there frozen in place, the mother with her baby was just behind him, facing the wall. He stared at her pussy, totally shocked and amazed at what he was seeing. He looked up at Linda and she let him see just the hint of a smile on her lips, her way of saying, "Yes, I wanted you to see that." She lowered her skirt and took the shoe from his trembling hand. "Thank you, honey," she whispered. He ran off to talk to his friend while Linda walked a few steps in the new shoe. She didn't give a fuck if they fit, but she wanted to keep up appearances. She was just looking for shoes, nothing wrong with that. The two boys were staring at her and whispering to each other. "How did that fit?" the second boy asked her, ignoring his customer. The blond boy was right behind him. "Too tight. Can I try those Nike's there?" "I'll get them!" the second boy said. The blond boy moved off to the side and just stared at her. Linda recrossed her legs and let him look. The young mother asked the blond boy, "Do you sell Tretorns?" "What?" "Tretorns. They're canvas tennis shoes, casual." "No, no, we don't" Linda said, "Oh, I love those. You know what, I think Sears sells them." "Oh, thank you!" she said and trundled off with her baby. Linda was alone with the two boys. "Here you go!" the salesboy said returning with her shoes. He was too enthusiastic, too cocky. Linda decided not to go any further with them, they weren't quite right. She tried on the shoe, giving both boys another free peek at her pussy. She took a few steps and stopped in front of a mirror to see how the shoe looked on her. She bent over to squeeze the toes, checking the fit, and gave both boys a great view of her ass. She turned around and both boys looked like zombies. "I don't think so. I think I'll wait." She handed the shoe back to the blond boy and slipped on her black heel. "Thank you for your help." They looked stricken, they wanted her to stay, but the didn't know what they could do to keep her there. Linda walked out and turned left, heading down the mall. Her visit woul

He's teased and tempted by a woman at breakfast. by rocketskate. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. He didn't notice her sit down at first, he was too engrossed in his morning paper. It was his morning routine before work. Always a coffee and quick light bite for breakfast at this cafe. Sometimes he sat inside but in nice weather like today he sat outside in the early morning sunshine. When not reading the paper he just liked to watch people come and go and over the past year he got to recognize the regulars that used the cafe.That's partly why when he looked up from his newspaper his eyes caught sight of her. He hadn't seen her before but it wasn't just because she was new here that drew his gaze towards her it was her look. She was stunning. She sat on a table just across from him, her long dark red hair flowed down over her shoulders. She was tall, elegant and curvy, a classical looking English woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her and wondered where she had come from. He had a longer look at her as he took another sip of his coffee and noticed her outfit. A classic red flowing dress with white polka dots. It was almost as if she had stepped out of a Forties Hollywood movie with her vintage dress and long flowing perfect red hair and her make up. She looked like one of those people he would see going to a 1940s reenactment but at 8am on a Monday morning this was going to be unlikely. She hadn't noticed him looking at her yet. For her it was just a morning stop for tea on her way to work in what was a new town for her. She had only just moved here a matter of weeks ago and by chance had seen this quirky little cafe whilst passing by. As for her outfit she loved to dress in a sexy classical vintage style. It suited her look and made her feel sexy. As she sipped her tea and looked around her new surroundings she noticed a man on the opposite table sneaking a brief look at her not once but twice. She smiled to herself at this man trying to look at her. It made her feel attractive and sexy to get some attention especially for someone like her who loved to tease and play a bit of a game. He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at her but he just could not take his eyes off her. Her green eyes sparkled in the early morning light highlighted by her long eyelashes and dark eye make up. Her lips glistened with her deep red lipstick. He couldn't help but watch as she bent down to her bag on the floor and pull out a small purse. Were those stockings she was wearing? He was certain that he saw a seam down the back of her tan covered legs when she stretched her leg out. He felt his cock rise and immediately went back to his paper for fear of her catching him looking. She had already noticed him looking at her, it was blatantly obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes off her. That's why she stretched her leg out further than she needed to. She knew he would look and take notice of her legs. She had slipped a foot briefly out of her one of heels and back in again on purpose. She knew full well that he was wondering if she was wearing stockings or not. The vintage dress she was wearing was made for wearing stockings with and the tan almost nude coloured silk stockings with a black seam accentuated her long legs as well. He couldn't really concentrate on his newspaper. Other people had looked up and noticed her but had gone back to their breakfast and morning coffees but he just couldn't help but keep catching a glimpse of her. He looked back at her just as she took a single cigarette out of her purse and placed it between her cherry red lips. She lit it in a classy almost seductive way like she was a Hollywood film star. For reasons he could not quite understand himself he felt even more turned on watching her smoke. He tried to look back at his paper but could not help but be mesmerized by her blowing the smoke out of her mouth and how she left her lipstick on the cigarette when she had withdrawn it from her mouth. She smoked slowly watching the traffic go past in the early morning rush. She knew full well he was trying not to stare at her and was now into full on tease mode. She stubbed her cigarette out and stood up and smiled towards him. He nervously smiled back feeling a bit guilty. She purposely turned around facing away from him and bent down to pick up her bag and put her purse away. Her black seams running up the back of her legs were now fully on show. She turned and breezily walked past him, her dress flowing close to him. He desperately wanted to turn and look at her but continued to stare straight ahead at his newspaper for fear of being caught again. Suddenly she stopped and turned and took a step back to him. He turned his head to look at her, fearful that she was going to admonish him for looking at her. "Just so you know, they are real stockings, fully fashioned and held up with a suspender belt." She said to him with a broad warm smile before turning away again and continuing her journey. He was stunned by what had just happened. He felt himself go bright red with embarrassment aswell as still being turned on by her. He couldn't believe she had said that to him and then just walked off as if it was just a normal thing for her to say or do. He gave it a few minutes then looking at his watch decided it was time to continue to work so rolling up his newspaper he left the cafe and walked to work. He couldn't get the image of her out of his head as he walked to work. All day images of her red hair, lipstick, her stockings and the smoke she blew from her mouth kept popping into his mind. He had no idea who she was or what her name was but he just could not her out of his mind. He was nervous as he made his way to the cafe the following day. Would she be there again? Would she speak to him again? He hoped she would be but at the same time it made him nervous that he would keep looking at her. He ordered his regular coffee and opened his newspaper. He tried to concentrate on what he was reading but couldn't help to glance around at any moment. He looked at his watch wondered if he had scared her away yesterday as it was already ten minutes past the time she arrived yesterday. Then suddenly movement passed him and he knew without looking it was her. He only looked up just as she reached the same table as she sat on yesterday. He was initially surprised by her attire. Rather than the classic flowing vintage dress of yesterday she had dressed in a tight white top and a black leather skirt. He felt his cock rise and harden in his trousers as he saw how the leather skirt fitted tightly around her arse and thighs. As she sat down he noticed her legs. She had forgone the tan colour seamed stockings for darker tones. He was unsure whether they were black stockings or tights but didn't want to linger any longer for fear of her noticing. She sat down confidently and gracefully. She didn't wear this outfit for him but for herself. It was slightly cooler than yesterday and her outfit choice suited the weather and made her feel sexy. As she sat down she knew he would be there and she knew he would notice her. He shuffled his paper and tried to read it whilst taking sips of his coffee but everytime he took a sip he couldn't help but glance at her. She ordered a pot of tea again and soaked up the early morning sun as she glanced at the passing traffic. As per the previous morning she gracefully bent down to her bag and took out a small purse containing a few cigarettes and lit one taking a long deep drag. She knew he was watching her do this and on purpose she pursed her lips even more when she blew the smoke out. He thought her lipstick looked a shade darker today, he felt a little bit of guilt for noticing that but at the same wondered how those lips would feel and taste against his. He quickly returned to his newspaper but nothing he was reading was actually going in, all he could think about was her. She smoked her cigarette quicker today and didn't linger over her tea like she had the day before. She knew he would be there again today and she knew that he would keep trying to steal a glance at her. She knew how to play the game perfectly. The fact she was later than yesterday played right into her hands as she knew he would be secretly waiting and that when she had turned up he would be delighted. She didn't have time for to sit any longer and she gathered up her bag, quickly stood up and started on her way. As like the previous day she started to breeze past his table but suddenly stopped almost next to him and smiled to him as he glanced up from his newspaper. "Black lace top hold up stockings today in case you where wondering." She said with her broad warm smile. "I was late up...which isn't the reason why I'm not wearing any underwear!" She continued adding a little wink of her left eye before turning on her heels and heading onto the street. He was left there open mouthed and stunned. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed what she said to him but everyone else seemed engrossed in their own newspapers and breakfasts. As he went about his day yet again he could not shake the thought of her and what she had said to him. Was she really not wearing any underwear? What was her pussy like? And that wink, did she fancy him aswell. As he strode to the cafe on next morning he was hopeful of seeing her again. He was nervous though. He wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was because she knew he had been looking at her. As he took his regular seat he wondered whether he should introduce himself and speak to her. Within a few minutes she had breezed past him and sat down on her now regular table. His heart started to beat faster as he saw her speak to the waiter taking her order. Usually he was such a confident man and could to talk anyone but for some unknown reason this complete stranger made him nervous and unable to do anything. She browsed through her phone as if she was deliberate

Youth Sport: Kyle gets to know a minister better. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Kyle McQuary, newest research fellow at the John Burfitt Institute, and the Very Honorable May H. Van, MLA, CSS, Minister for Youth and Sport for the Province of Deltaland, drink tea in a café across from the provincial capitol.Forward: Sexual Equity is a philosophy that is the foundation of of government in the Pacific island nation of New Dorset. Sexual Equity is based on the notion that while men and women have equal value and should be equally free, fundamental differences make complete sexual equality impossible, and that it is equity (fairness and justice) that should be sought between the sexes. The adherents of Sexual Equity note the differences in male and female sexual drives, as well as differences in the ways men and women typically view hierarchy, status, and a culture of honor. Origins of Sexual Equity In a 1975 speech, Wanda Barnes, then the leader of the Women’s Caucus in the New Dorset House of Representatives, laid out the principles of Sexual Equity. She noted that New Dorset had been a leader in sexual equality: the first country in the British Empire to grant equal suffrage to women and also to elect a female member of its legislature, and the only country in the world that established dual constituencies, with one male and one female legislator elected from every constituency, guaranteeing equal numbers of men and women to Parliament. Despite this nominal equality in government, she noted that continuing control by men in the political party system and in spheres outside government had stymied attempts at substantial reform. Despite the recent session had been concerned mainly with issues around independence: whether to become a republic instead of sharing the British monarchy, and how to reform the Senate and the system of honors. She claimed that these were issues of honor and status, of interest primarily to men, without addressing the important issues affecting women’s daily lives. Hearkening back to difference between “dignified” and “efficient” parts of parliamentary government (see The English Constitution by Walter Bagehot), Barnes proposed a male monarchy and House of Lords, which would be symbolic and deal with issues such as honors and national symbols, and a female House of Representatives, which would form the executive and make the laws. Adoption of Sexual Equity in New Dorset Barnes’ proposals caused an uproar; she was accused of being sexist against men, and several male-led political parties took the opportunity to propose eliminating dual candidacies and repealing some of the previously passed women’s rights legislation. The turning point was an overheard remark by the Minister for Home Affairs, Jason Campbell, saying that he would gladly give up the power to government in return for sexual favors. Although he quickly apologized, Wanda Barnes gave another speech (Second Sexual Equity speech of Wanda Barnes) pointing out the prevalence of female prostitution and the different sexual needs of men and women as exemplifying their differences and the need for equity rather than equality. Saying that she believed Campbell had nothing to apologize for, Barnes declared that she was proud of having been a prostitute in her youth (prostitution was particularly common in New Dorset: see Prostitution in New Dorset), that giving men pleasure was nothing to be ashamed of, and that sexual service is something women should be able to provide to men, if men can provide what women need as well. After the speech, Barnes and some of her followers in the Women’s Caucus had a series of one-on-one meetings with Campbell and several other members of parliament, about which much has been rumored but little is known for certain. After those meetings, a constitution for New Dorset was adopted incorporating Barnes’s proposals, and also mandating that sexual service is mandatory for members of the House of Representatives and the various provincial legislatures (see Sexual Service in New Dorset). Campbell became New Dorset’s first king, and other male MPs who voted for the new constitution became the first dukes of the provinces. “So, Mr. McQuary, now you’ve seen the centers in person. What did you think? "Minister, I was very impressed. Back in the capital, we weren’t able to find funding to open youth centers more than three days a week. But here, you have care five days, plus classes and activities, even on weekends. The centers themselves are very nice, but it’s the level of funding that I can hardly believe.” “Well, much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that. The last government worked out a grand bargain between all the cities and the provincial youth and senior citizens ministries to share staff and resources: all the ancillary support staff like cleaning, procurement, and personnel, and even things like using the same music instructors for youth and senior programs. Reducing redundant functions allowed us to redirect what funding we had toward front-line staff. We disagreed in a lot of other ways, but the last senior and youth ministers made a great accomplishment here.” “It’s laudable of you to give so much credit to people you opposed.” “Well, we’re all here to serve the public good. We can’t do our best for our constituents if we get caught up in squabbles.” “Still, I find it admirable.” “Well, thank you, Mr. McQuary.” The minister takes a last sip of her tea. “Is that everything you need for your report?” “Yes, but there is something else I wanted to ask, Minis— is it OK if I call you May?” The minister tenses up. She wasn’t expecting this. “Oh-kay,” she pronounces slowly. “May, I’ve really liked working with you over the past few days, and walking around seeing your centers today was just wonderful. I really enjoyed it, and I think you did too. I’d like to take you out and spend some time together, see if we can get to know each other. You saw they’re doing ‘Once’ at the community theater here? I think you’d like it.” “You want to go on a date. With me.” Smiling, he says, “Yes, that’s what it’s called. Will you come?” “Mr. McQuary—Kyle—you’re a nice guy, but I’m in the Legislative Assembly and a minister in His Highness’s government. You know what that means. I don’t go on dates.” “What? Why not? I know your responsibilities. That doesn’t bother me.” “They don’t bother you… We’re not just talking about long hours in committee hearings and late nights in the Ministry offices, right? You know what this job requires of me.” “Yes, May, I know about your service obligation. That’s not a problem.” “Not a… look, you might think you know, but there’s no way you could say that and really understand what it means.” She pauses and stares at him for a moment before getting her phone out of her purse and concentrating on it for a minute. “Ok, let’s go.” She stands up and takes a step. “Well, come on.” Kyle stands and May leads him into the capitol and down a back stair. They come to a security desk. “Hi, Faith,” May says to the guard. “I have a perk booking for number three?” “I wasn’t expecting… oh, I see you just made it. Of course, Minister. I’ll need to see both your IDs before I buzz you in.” They show their IDs and are buzzed through the first door; May uses a key card to let them through a hallway and then into a small room with a divan and a closet. May opens a connecting door wide, using her purse as a doorstop to make sure it doesn’t close. She ushers Kyle through it and says “You wait in here, I’ll be just a minute.” Kyle walks into the room, which has a bed, nightstand, tall chair, and a low stool. “May, wait a minute, this isn’t —” “Kyle, you wait in there and then we can talk, okay?” “Um, okay…” May slides opens the closet and begins removing her clothes: first her shoes, then skirt. Kyle says “Um, May…” and looks away. “No, I want you to look.” He looks back at her as she places the skirt in the closet, and proceeds to do the same with her blouse, stockings, and underwear. She then dons a perfectly sheer robe from the closet, and walks into the room with Kyle. “Go on, have a seat.” Somewhat bemused, he gets up on the chair, and she brings the low stool in front of him and kneels on it, so her face is on a level with his pelvis, and then looks up at him. He stares down at her breasts, clearly visible through the robe. “Twenty times a month, Kyle, I come down here, just like this, and say 'Hi, my name is May. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or through intercourse?’ That works out to about once every work day. I usually take a morning appointment, which means that every day before work, I’m in here having sex with some man whose name I’ll never know and who I’ll never meet again. "I can see I’m turning you on. That’s sweet. It’s not fair of me to bring you down here, get you all hot, and then leave you hanging. Come on, let’s get those pants off.” She reaches up and unbuckles his pants, and pulls them and his underwear down. Kyle rises to let the clothes fall, but otherwise is too shocked to say anything. “Let me work on this a little,” she says, and takes his cock into her hands, running her hands up and down it, squeezing and massaging. “Do you know why I met you at nine-fifteen today? It’s because between eight and nine, I was in the room next door, sucking some guy off. He was big, too, my jaw’s still a little sore from it. "And I did the very same thing yesterday with a different guy, and the day before that, I was lying face-down on the bed while another guy fucked me from behind. And I’ll be here doing something just like that tomorrow, and Friday, and every day next week.” “Here, let me see if I can get you off.” She kisses his glans and then licks it, and brings it into her mouth, moving up and down with lips and tongue. It isn’t long before his body stiffens and he ejaculates into her mouth. “Mmm, yours isn’t bad,” says May. “Pineapple ju