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His Desired Girl: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

His Desired Girl: Part 1

After Jacob asks her out, Emily's body begins to change.

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After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies.

"Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before slumping over onto the table.

Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that."

The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library, attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point Emily wasn't above some idle distraction.

"Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily asked.

"Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off of it when the love interest started getting all moody and aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the appeal of those kinds of characters."

Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance."

Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it. The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple of modest C cups and; well; her urges.

When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on that week's lab assignment.

It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she started high school, and she truly cherished it.

"Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked.

She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?"

"Would you; maybe; want to go out?"

Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down and tried to formulate a response.

Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed.

"I think you confused her," said the sickeningly familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be completely desperate to want to ask her out."

Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity; like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side to side as she left the library.

"Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet. "Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;"

"It's okay."

"Anyway, um. Do you;""

"No. I'm sorry."

"Oh."

Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked.

"No."

"'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into his cheeks. "And pretty."

"Thanks."

Emily gathered her stuff and stood.

"Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're still friends, right?"

Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah. See you on Monday?"

"Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday."

Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face? but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift, he was still hard. God.

He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it without the bitch's input.

Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful, olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single forever.

He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something. It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much of a train wreck as his first attempt.

Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she was doing in her depressed haze.

Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that conclusion.

She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome, and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her.

Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her; habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think it.

She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon", whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room", if she had to guess.

Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby."

"Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to leave?"

Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost ready. How was school?"

"Fine," Emily lied.

Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her dad's waist.

"You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?" her dad asked.

"No, Daddy."

Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily."

Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome, even if he was a bit on the short side.

Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits. Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to wonder if Amazons were really a myth.

Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities, Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason.

Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll miss you, baby."

"Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too."

They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger seat.

"Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove away.

Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself. Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like always, marveled at its contents.

There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was. Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom. She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only ridiculously endowed person in the family.

It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons; there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled entirely with neatly-arranged dildos.

Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green, eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she stripped naked and went to her bedroom.

She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to penetrate her for the first time.

He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching upwards at irregular intervals.

Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay.

"Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob."

He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the other.

"Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!"

She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo.

"Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!"

She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum.

She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all day.

She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went to bed.

She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever remain imaginary.

When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing.

Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down, she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely perfect olive skin from head to toe.

That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier. It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier, fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples; which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had grown longer and thicker.

Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass. When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause.

Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her outfit, felt tighter than before.

By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about to burst out of her outfit at any second.

She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs, and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and "huge."

To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning, she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She didn't think her facial structure had changed at all. Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty?

Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now?

; Was that shallow of her?

She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans, there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there without taking them off.

She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up, getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a bit bigger.

First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before!

She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of her.

Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to her body just kept getting better and better!

That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried?

Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing. She may as well enjoy it.

Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar surroundings.

Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating, pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom and dad's bed.

Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note to clean the toys that were still scattered all over the place. The first thing to catch her eye was the blinkin

Gina 'In Heat

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Gina 'In Heat'

Older neighbor hears lusty young Gina, fantasizing about him.

Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I slammed the door behind me as I walked in the house, getting home from work. My boyfriend, Jason, had called me while I was driving to tell me that he wasn't coming over tonight. I was incredibly angry at him; my parents hardly ever left me home alone, and I had been looking forward to having him over for most of the weekend. I had planned everything out, and had spent most of the day thinking about taking him into the hot tub, where we would fool around, ending the night with a long session of sex in my room. I had been wet most of the day just thinking about it. But apparently, Jason thought it was more important to go on a road trip, volunteering with the semi-pro hockey team, than to take advantage of a weekend with my parents gone.

I'm fed up. When can I count on a college boy to be a man? I'm ready for a man. A real man, with real manly priorities. Specifically; to know when his devoted woman needs a good fucking! All week I have been anticipating this weekend. I waxed my cunt. I got all my lingerie selections laid out for rounds one through 8 of the weekend marathon with Jason.

I had 6ndirectors-cut versions of soft porn, for living room fucking. A fresh change of lingerie for each shagging session. I even had 3 cosplay outfits for fantasy celebrity fucking. I had the massage table set up in the den, with oils and towels. I fantasized about him all morning. I had to change pantyliner 3 times by the time I left work.

By 2pm this afternoon he was a veritable sex god, in my lust-driven fantasies. Then he fucking bailed on me for a road trip with his buddies.

He and I had been dating since our junior year of high school, and he was the only guy I had ever slept with. Lately, I had begun to think that whatever had attracted me to him in the first place was completely gone, as I was getting more and more frustrated with him. I didn't ask much; it wasn't like I got jealous whenever he was with his friends or anything like that. But I did expect him to spend some time with me, and the fact that he would rather chase a hockey team than sleep with me, didn't have anything to do with me being possessive or jealous; it was insulting. I don't understand how he'd rather go on some sausage-fest hockey trip rather than have sex with his girlfriend.

Shortly after I had kicked my shoes at the hall closet, nearly hitting the cat, and dropped my bags in the living room, the doorbell rang. I jumped, thinking that perhaps Jason had changed his mind, and ran to the door, grinning as I opened it.

Mr. Davidson, one of my neighbors, was standing on the front step with a few envelopes in his hand. The smile on my face faded slightly. "Hi Mr. D," I said as pleasantly as I could.

"Hi, Gina," he said. He looked at me knowingly. "Expecting someone else?"

I blushed and shook my head. "No, not really."

Mr. Davidson owned the house next door. We're at the end of the cul-de-sac. A steep hilly forest is directly behind our fence line, so His house number is 84 08. Ours is 84 09. Mom and Dad bought this lot because it's the largest and provides privacy. The Davidson house is the only other lot that can even see our back yard pool, over the privacy fence. We occasionally let some neighbors use our pool.

He laughed. "I assume your parents told you I would be checking in on you, but I don't expect you to be by yourself all weekend. Don't worry, I won't tell." He winked.

I sighed. "No, Mr. D. I'm sadly not expecting anyone."

He frowned. "What about that boyfriend of yours, Jerry or whatever his name was?"

"Jason," I said. "He went on a road trip with the hockey team."

"I'm sorry," said Mr. Davidson. "Well, I just wanted to drop off these letters. The mailman put them in my box again, by accident. Otherwise I'll just call or text you, okay?"

I nodded, embarrassed. Mr. Davidson must have thought I was pathetic; I had the house to myself the whole weekend, and I couldn't get my boyfriend to come over. I took the letters from him and smiled at Mr. Davidson as he turned and walked away. He was a really nice guy, and more than once I had found myself staring at him, wondering what he'd be like in bed. He was 13 years older than I was; younger than my dad, I think, by maybe 8 years, but he didn't look it.

I usually saw him jogging in the mornings on my way to work, or when college was in session, school. He was in pretty good shape, not built like some of the guys my age are, but pretty trim. He had broad shoulders, and dark brown hair that was already slightly graying mostly around the temples, but sprinkled throughout. A couple years ago, he had been a professor at the college I was going to now. But last year, before I started, he decided to change professions and started working as a researcher for some big company that let him make his own hours, so long as he came up with results. I was a bit disappointed; I had been looking forward to taking Mr. Davidson's class for a long time.

I closed the door after he had stepped off the porch, though I didn't bother locking it behind me. Whatever I thought about Mr. Davidson was really just fantasy; I knew he thought I was still just a kid, even though I was already done my first year of college. I couldn't really blame him for that.

I was fairly short, and pretty small. I hated how boyish my body looked, sometimes. My face has that 'Kathy Ireland' look which people associate with being a kid. My Scandinavian genes gave me impeccably smooth skin and I completely skipped the acne phase of puberty. My tits weren't that small, but they were so firm and high on my chest, that unless I wore an extreme push up bra, I had no cleavage at all. My hips were fairly undefined, and I really wished I had bigger curves. To keep myself from feeling like a boy, I let my blonde hair grow long, but that just made me look younger. No one ever believed that I was 20. When I was in school, people always thought I had skipped a grade, when in actuality, I started school a year late, and was a year older than most of my graduating class. I just looked young.

I doubted that Mr. Davidson found me attractive at all. Plus, his cougar wife; 3 years older than him; had left him just a couple months before, for a guy who was only a few years older than me. Being with someone my age probably wasn't one of his top priorities right now.

But still, I couldn't help myself from imagining Mr. Davidson coming over and just taking me. There was something intriguing about being with an older man, especially one who looked like Mr. Davidson. I loved the idea that he could show me so much, just the idea that he was older. I wondered if he would treat me like an equal, or like I was some young kid. I had to admit, I would love if Mr. Davidson would treat me kind of like a kid; telling me what to do, teasing me; I sighed as I walked down the hall, flipping through the letters he had handed me. I must be insane, I thought. I put the letters on the kitchen counter and leaned against it, thinking. I had an image in my head of Mr. Davidson lifting up my skirt and licking my pussy, my fingers tangled in his salt-and-pepper hair as he tongue-fucked me. The thought made me bite my lip. My pussy was wet, and had been fairly slick most of the day as I had thought about Jason, but I was too mad at him now. Mr. Davidson, on the other hand.

I let one of my hands slide up my stomach and start to rub my tit through my shirt. I only had a thin bra on underneath my blouse, and I could feel my big brown nipple poking through. I pinched it through the fabric and cried out softly. Most of the time, I didn't always need to wear a bra; my tits weren't all that large, but mostly they were firm enough that you couldn't really tell in certain shirts - but I still felt wrong going to work without one on. Especially since My nipples are very prominent when I get aroused or feel chilled.

Still, they were sensitive, and even through the fabric, touching them was making me even wetter. I kept rubbing my nipple through my blouse as I lifted my skirt slightly, using a single finger to rub against my damp panties. They were so wet that I could feel the juices soaking through onto my finger, and I let myself touch my clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before I took my hand out of my skirt.

I couldn't do this in the kitchen, I thought, and I quickly made my way to my room, which was downstairs. I left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to my room open so it was lit dimly. I started to unbutton my shirt, wanting to get my bra off so I could rub my tits properly. I glanced in the mirror as I did so, and laughed at myself, shaking my head. I usually didn't have to masturbate; whenever I wanted anything, Jason was more than willing to give me what I needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when I did touch myself, it was usually at night, in bed, before I fell asleep. I don't think I had ever done this before; purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturbate. The thought was kind of exciting.

I got my blouse off and dropped it on the floor, my bra soon following it. I started to rub both my tits, sighing as I pinched both my nipples. I let myself enjoy it for a few moments, before I decided I needed more. I unzipped my skirt and slid out of it, wiggling my hips so it fell to the floor. I looked in the mirror again. My nipples were hard, the prominent brown stiff nubs sticking out from my pale tits. I slid my hands down my stomach and hips, my skin tingling with anticipation as I touched my skin. I still had my panties on. They weren't exactly sexy; just plain white cotton, though they were bikini cut and had a little pink rose embroidered in the center. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the wet spot between my legs. I stared in the mirror, watching as I slid a hand into my panties, rubbing my neatly shaven mound, and gasping as I started to slide a finger along my slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was for a moment, until I thought again about Mr. Davidson licking my cunt.

The thought excited me even more and I circled my finger around my clit before sliding the tip of it into my tight, dripping wet hole. I sighed softly, pulling it out and circling my clit again before repeating the action. After a few more repetitions, I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled my hand out of my panties, giggling as I chucked them right out the door of my room. I sat on my bed, swinging my legs up onto the covers as I arranged the pillows so I was propped up just slightly. I started to touch my tits again, and this time let one hand continue to fondle myself as I rubbed a finger along my slit. It was covered in juices by the time I slide it inside me, and I sighed as I moved it slowly. I closed my eyes, imagining that the hand on my tit was Mr. Davidson's, and that he was whispering in my ear that I had to be a good little girl if I wanted more. I kept moving my finger slowly, just enjoying the feel of my tight walls as I touched myself.

I imagined that Mr. Davidson dipped his head down between my legs and was licking at my clit while he fingered me slowly, and I used my thumb to press down on it lightly. The action made me moan unintentionally, and I gasped at the sudden sound. I laughed again, remembering that I didn't really have to be quiet; no one was home.

I kept pinching my nipple as I worked my pussy with my other hand. I started to move my finger a little bit faster, before deciding it wasn't enough. I took it out, rubbing two fingers along my slit, collecting my juices on both of them before I slide them back in my pussy. I moaned, this time intentionally, moving my fingers slowly again. I tweaked my nipple as I gently rubbed my clit again. "Fuck," I whispered, tilting my head back.

I was imagining Mr. Davidson licking my tingling nipples as he fingered me, his strong hands on my knees and spreading my legs, when there was a loud bang from above me. I glared at the cieling. The stupid cat had probably knocked over his scratching post again, and I was more than annoyed that he had interrupted me. I rolled my eyes, shutting them again as I continued to finger my cunt.

The image in my mind now was of Mr. Davidson, and somehow between my last fantasy and this one, he had lost his clothing. He was lying over top of me, and I could see his cock. I didn't imagine it to be any larger than average; I was a really small girl, and big cocks kind of made me nervous. Jason had once shown me a picture of a girl not much bigger than me with a cock that must have been thicker than my wrist inside her. I think something like that would just rip me in half, and to tell the truth, they kind of scared me. An average cock like Jason's was more than enough. It took all weekend for me to recover from the first time Jason ripped my hymen open.

I rubbed my hand along my pussy, moaning much louder than was necessary as I imagined Mr. Davidson rubbing his cock along me, asking me if a little girl like me could handle him. I pushed my fingers back inside my cunt, raising my hips just slightly as I pretended they were his cock. I curled my fingers a bit, rubbing them against my g-spot as I started moving them quicker. I was gasping now, still fondling my tit as I imagined Mr. Davidson thrusting into me.

I bit my lip, shuddering as I felt the onset of my orgasm coming on. In my mind, Mr. Davidson was holding my legs over his shoulders, pushing his cock deep inside me with every thrust.

"Fuck, Mr. D," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as tight as they would go. I was close, and I moved my fingers as fast as they could, my other hand abandoning my tit so it could pay full attention to my clit. "Oh Mr. D, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, Mr. D;"

I don't even know exactly what I was whispering, all I know is that in my mind, Mr. Davidson was thrusting hard into me. I was writhing under my own fingers, imagining everything I could about his cock, when I heard the floor creak outside my room.

The sound terrified me, and I pulled both my hands away from me, though it was absolute torture to do so when I was so close. "Tiger?" I said. I knew it wasn't the cat. The floor only creaked when something about as heavy as a person stood on it; it was how I knew when my dad was trying to listen in on my phone conversations. I rolled off my bed quickly and grabbed a pair of scissors off my desk, holding them out in front of me as I walked to my bedroom door. I flicked on the light as I stepped out.

"Ah! Mr. Davidson!" I shrieked. He was standing right beside my door, a shocked expression on his face, a white envelope in his hand. "Jesus, what are you doing here?!"

I felt my face flush, and I was pretty sure the rest of my body did, too. That was when I remembered the rest of my body was naked, and I shrieked again, using my hands in a lame attempt to cover myself. I was still holding the scissors, and I dropped them onto the floor.

"I must have dropped one of the letters on my way over," he said, looking away from me. "I was just going to leave it on the counter with the others, but I heard you; um; well, groan, and I thought you were hurt or sick, so I came down to;"

I took a few steps back towards my room, trying to find a shirt, a skirt, anything to cover myself. I could see myself in the mirror, my face beet-red, and the color trailing down my neck. My clothes were on the other side of my room, so I grabbed the blanket off my bed and covered myself with it.

"I; I was just; I didn't;" I stuttered as I walked back into the family room. Mr. Davidson was still staring at the floor, and holding the envelope. I reached out and took the envelope from him, but when I did, something fell out of his hand and to the floor. I looked down to see my panties on the ground in front of me. "Why did you;"

"They were on the floor, I thought; It was kind of dark, I didn't know they were your; uh; panties;" he said.

I buried my head in my hands, humiliated. "Look, Gina, it's okay," he said. "Everyone does; that; and you know, it's just;"

"I'm so embarrassed," I said. Holding up the blanket, I tried to walk past Mr. Davidson so I could run into the bathroom and just hide there until he left. However, the blanket was dragging on the floor, and I had only taken a couple of steps before I tripped.

Mr. Davidson instinctively reached out, catching me before I fell on my face. The angle he caught me at, however, he had to move his foot to balance himself, and it got caught on my blanket. We both fell to the ground, Mr. Davidson's arm around my blanket-covered waist to keep me from falling. I ended up squished between him and the wall, his arm pinned beneath me.

I looked at him for a moment after we fell, trying to figure out why, in God's name, this was happening to me. Mr. Davidson tried to smile, though he was looking at me with a large amount of pity. He couldn't move with his arm pinned under me, and I couldn't get up without my blanket falling down. I was so upset that just burst into tears.

"Hey, don't cry, honey," he said, his expression changing a bit.

"You must think I'm pathetic," I sobbed, turning my head away from him. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Davidson."

"What happened to Mr. D?" he teased. "And what are you apologizing for? I'm incredibly flattered, Gina."

I sniffled and shook my head. My stomach hurt, I was so embarrassed, and I turned my head away from him. "You think I'm just a stupid little kid, and I should be trying to prove to you that I'm not, instead of just crying like a baby." I didn't want him to think of me as a stupid kid; my fantasy had definitely been a lot sexier than that. I flushed horribly.

He adjusted the blanket around me slightly. "I don't think you're a stupid little kid," he said. "I've never thought that. I think you're a beautiful young lady, Gina."

I sniffled, looking at him. "You think I'm pretty?" I whispered.

He laughed, hugging me slightly. "Of course I do. I think you're adorable. And you shouldn't be embarrassed about this, okay? I won't tell anyone."

I sighed, almost forgetting I was naked as I rested my head against his shoulder. "Adorable," I said sadly.

"What's wrong with that?"

I shrugged. "People don't think of 'adorable' people in the way I was just thinking about you, Mr. D."

He was quiet for a moment. "Gina," he said, his voice very soft. "I can't tell you the things I think about you. I'm 8 years from being the age of your father. I don't want to be a dirty old man."

I turned my head a bit. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head. "We shouldn't talk about this." He struggled a bit, trying to get up. "Look, I promise I won't say anything to anyone, and we won't talk about this again, okay?"

"Mr. D, what do you mean?" I asked, standing up as he did. He started to walk to the stairs, and I hoisted the bottom of the blanket up as high as I could so I could hurry towards him. "Tell me!" I ordered, as I slipped between him and the stairs.

Carnal Knowledge Experts Converge

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

The Best Educators seek more knowledge at a So-Cal Resort.

By VancouverFun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Every February, I attend a teachers conference in San Diego. It is always nice to escape the grey rainy days in the Northwest and refresh with a little California sun and blue skies.

I have been attending this particular conference for many years, so I have lots of fun catching up with friends and going out for lots of fun group dinners. The conference is small with only 150 people, so you get to meet a lot of them across the three days of the conference.

I had seen Liz over the years at the conference, but never talked to her. I learned in a session last year that she teaches Kinesiology at a college in Wisconsin. This makes sense since she looks extremely fit. She is 5'6" and has a beautiful curvy body with a large set of breasts that always look like they are trying to bust out of anything she is wearing. I would find out later those DD breasts are even more beautiful up close.

I had noticed her a lot over the years and tried to not stare too much, but it was hard to take my eyes off her and her smoking hot body. She always attended the conference with her friend Suzy in tow and that meant I never really got the chance to talk to her till this year.

This year, I added one day to my conference stay to relax and get some sun around the pool. The conference hotel is in Mission Valley just outside San Diego and is in a beautiful setting.

The conference wound down mid-day on Friday and most people either flew home that afternoon or the next morning.

Poolside Possibilities.

By Saturday morning, the hotel was pretty deserted. I got my book and sunscreen and headed down to the pool after breakfast. It was a beautiful Southern California day - temperatures were in the low 80’s with a bright blue sky, and not a cloud anywhere to be seen - unlike back home. No one else was by the pool. I found a lounge chair, sun screened up, and dozed in the sun only to be awoken by a woman’s voice asking me if she could use the lounge chair next to mine.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked.

“Sure, be my guest,” I replied groggily.

When I finally got myself woken up and recognized it was Liz.

“Oh, hi, you were at the conference weren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, my name is Liz” she replied.

“Hi, I’m Jim”

“I knew your name because you gave the opening plenary talk last year,” Liz added smiling.

We both talked about how quiet the hotel was and how we both thought it was a great plan to spend one extra day by the pool in the sun before going back home to our respective winters. We chatted about winters at home and our summer passions. It turned out that we both loved the outdoors. Liz told me stories of spending her summers canoe tripping in Northern Michigan and I told her about my summer trips backpacking in the mountains of western Canada.

She announced she was going to work on her tan a bit and removed her wrap to reveal a very skimpy white bikini. I said earlier that her breasts always looked like they were trying to bust out of whatever she was wearing - this bikini had impossibly tiny white triangles of fabric that barely covered her areolas and the strings holding everything in place looked like they were straining from the load. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard not to. She smiled when she caught me a few times staring for a bit too long, and said,

“I usually don’t wear a bikini this skimpy in public, but thought no one else would be out here at the pool so early,” I smiled and thought, lucky me.

She turned onto her back revealing a thong bikini that disappeared between her beautiful butt cheeks. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen.

“Do you mind putting some on me? I don’t want to burn”

I tried my best to not to jump to my feet.

I got up and went over to her chair and started to put sunscreen on her shoulders and arms, moving down across her back. Then I started to put sunscreen on her legs, working up from her ankle towards her wonderful looking butt cheeks. As I got higher, I wasn’t sure what to do and stopped short at the top of her legs and asked if she wanted more on.

“You missed my ass, I especially don’t want to burn there”

With this permission, I squirted some sunscreen and my hands and gently rubbed her cheeks all over. Eventually I was more concentrating on how great her ass felt then putting sunscreen on.

“That feels really good, make sure you get everywhere”

I redoubled my efforts and was now really grabbing and massaging her ass. She arched her hips a bit and was pushing her ass towards my hands and began to squirm a bit.

She announced “that feels so great, but I am overheating a bit, and am going to take a quick dip in the pool”

I put the sunscreen down and sat back down in my chair. I wasn’t going swimming with my stiff cock now making a tent out of my surf shorts. I thought I would just sit there awhile with a towel hiding my erection.

She got up and slid into the pool and swam a few laps then propped herself up on the edge and asked if I wanted to join her.

“Maybe later” I replied.

I did want to join her, but my erection was now in full force - I wasn’t getting out of this chair anytime soon, since a few other people were now lying around the pool.

She swam a few more laps. She swam to the edge and pushed herself up onto the deck. What a sight, her tiny white bikini was almost transparent when wet. Her areolas and nipples stood out proudly and you could clearly see her pussy lips through her now transparent thong. She walked over and sat back down and toweled off and put her wrap back on.

“You look like you workout,” she asked me - a bit like a question.

“Yes, at home I work out at the gym at least a couple of times week,” I replied.

“I am going to the gym later, do you want to join me?” she said smiling.

“Sure, when do you want to meet?” I asked.

“How about we meet in the gym at 2?” she replied.

“I will see you then,” I said, trying not to smile too much.

She got her stuff and disappeared into the hotel.

Getting Worked Up

Promptly at 2 I headed down to the gym. She was already there working on one of the weight machines. The place felt deserted except for us.

“Hi Liz, I see you started without me,” I said, smiling and pretending to put on a bit of a pouty face.

“Very funny, I just started, this is my first set,” she replied smiling.

We both dropped into our routines and worked our way around the weight room.

After 45 minutes she announced it was time to stretch and got a mat and began to stretch. What a sight. She had a tight pair black yoga pants on that showed off her wonderful ass and let you almost see the shape of her pussy lips. The outfit was completed with a tight jog bra that showed lots of cleavage.

I got myself a mat and sat down beside her and began to stretch myself. After a few minutes she asked if I could help her stretch.

“I would love to,” probably sounding a bit too eager.

We arranged our mats side by side and she got us facing each other, with our legs wide open, feet touching, and holding each other’s hands. She would gently pull me forward, then I would gently pull her forward.

Every time she pulled me forward, I would get closer to those beautiful pussy lips pressing through her tights. I would swear I could almost smell that wonderful musk of an aroused woman. Every time I pulled her forward, I would take a nice long look down her top at those wonderful breasts. We did this for a couple of minutes until she let out a little shriek then clutched her left thigh.

“Ouch, my thigh is cramping!” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked quickly.

She motioned to massage her left inner thigh. I got on my knees and started to massage her thigh.

“Oh, that’s better, please keep doing that, it’s still very close to cramping again” she pleaded.

I massaged her thigh and was slowly working up her inner thigh. At first, I stopped at the top of her thigh just short of touching her pussy. But she kept asking for higher and higher please. I tentatively stroked the crease at the top of her inner thigh where it meets her pussy.

“Please keep going,” she said.

With that permission, I gently let the back of my hand rub up and down her pussy a few times as I massaged her upper thigh and then I stopped and waited.

“Your hand on my pussy feels great, please don’t stop now’” she pleaded

With that permission,, I started to gently rub up and down her lycra covered pussy with my fingers. She started to squirm a bit and began pushing her pussy against my fingers. I could even feel her clit through her tights. I started stroking circles around her clit and then began to softly wiggle her clit back and forth with my finger. She was getting so aroused and grabbed my hand and started to grind it on her pussy. Her pace picked up and she eventually arched her back and shuddered into a very intense orgasm. She had her eyes closed and was jaggedly breathing as she recovered from her orgasm. I leaned in and nuzzled my face against her lycra covered pussy and gave it a kiss.

She finally opened her eyes and said “thanks, I needed that”.

Then she pushed her hand inside her tights and pushed a finger into herself. She pulled her finger out and reached out and proceeded to push her very wet finger into my mouth. I greedily sucked on her finger and could taste her wonderful pussy juice.

She started to get up and leaned in for a slow kiss and said “why don’t you come back to my room for a shower”.

Hitting The Showers

We left the weight room and headed to the elevator.

As we approached the elevator Liz told me, “My room is on the third floor”. My head was spinning with all the possibilities of what was about to happen. But, I wasn’t lost in thought for long.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Liz pounced, pushing me roughly against the wall and giving me a deep passionate kiss. As the kisses grew more intense she started rubbing my cock through my shorts. With a ding, the elevator doors opened and we broke our embrace and I stumbled along following her to her room.

She paused at the door and turned and gave me a gentle kiss and announced,

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you give that plenary last year”.

She got the door open and we were quickly in her room deeply kissing and pawing at each other. Bathing suits were quickly gone and she grabbed onto my cock as we kissed. I started to play with her beautiful breasts.

She broke the embrace and suggested we continue in the shower. She led me into the bathroom by hanging onto my now raging hard-on. We got in the shower and continued to kiss and soap up each other. She reached down and soaped up my cock which was standing straight out at this point.

“My cock might need lots of soap and washing,” I announced hopefully.

She took my words to heart and began to frantically soap up and stroke my cock. After a couple of minutes she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. The warm water from the shower, her warm mouth around my cock - I was in heaven. She began to furiously suck my cock, bobbing her head up and down, and periodically taking me deep into her mouth. I pleaded for her to stop or I would cum right there.

With that she stood back up and we kissed again and I began soaping up her beautiful breasts.

“I better make sure these are really clean,” I happily announced. I spent lots of time and attention on stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples.

After a few minutes, she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. Which I took as a sign that her pussy wanted some attention. I soaped up my hand and traced the edges of her pussy lips a few times before sliding one finger into her. She immediately grabbed my hand and held on tight, keeping my finger inside her. I could feel the swell of her G spot inside her pussy and began to gently stroke it as it began to swell up even more.

She was starting to grind on my hand and asked,

“Can you fuck me now, please, I need to feel you inside me”.

She turned around, braced herself against the shower wall and pressed her ass against my crotch as I guided my very hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I paused once I was inside her and then I started to slowly move in and out of her. Our pace picked up and got more frantic. I reached around and began to gently massage her clit as we pounded away. Me pushing deep into her as she pushed back to meet my thrusts. We pounded and thrusted for a few minutes then she stiffened up and really pushed back on me as she cried out as a shuddering, shaking orgasm overcame her. I held her tight as we savoured the moment.

Hit The Sack

She turned and gave me a kiss and said,

“Let’s get dried off and into bed”.

Once in the bed, she flopped onto her back, spread her legs, reached down and spread the beautiful lips of her glistening pussy, and looked me straight in the eyes and said,

“I want you to taste me”.

I dove right in. Kissing and nibbling on her outer lips and then using my whole tongue to lick slowly up and down her pussy. She was sounding very happy and eventually grabbed my head and held it firmly to her pussy. I switched to using just the tip of my tongue to circle her clit and every once and a while would pause and pull away so she could just feel my hot breath on her pussy, this would never go on for long as she would again grab my head and push my willing tongue against her clit.

“You are such a tease, it is driving me crazy,” she said.

As I licked her clit, I gently inserted one finger and began to massage her G spot. I could easily feel how swollen it was. With my tongue and finger working her over, she began to squirm and writhe around. Her breath quickened and became more jagged. Eventually she closed her eyes and drew in a big breath and grabbed my head pressing in even more firmly against her pussy. She began to shake with her legs firmly clamped around my head and rolled side to side as the orgasm overtook her, all the while she hung onto my head and firmly pushed it between her legs. Then she went totally still, her pussy convulsed and gripped my finger tightly, and she began squirting covering my face and shoulders with her wonderful pussy juices. The bed was soaked.

She eventually opened her eyes as she caught her breath - smiled and said,

“Wow, I haven’t had an orgasm that good in quite a while”.

She rose up and kissed and licked my face, still wet from all that squirting.

“I think it is time for me to return the favor,” she announced.

With that pushed me onto my back and began kissing down my chest; and more. Much more.

A Year Later

I was very pleased to see Liz’s name on the attendees list for this year’s teaching conference.

I spotted her on the first day as everyone was headed to lunch. I waved and she came straight over and gave me a nice big hug and introduced me to her friend Suzy. The three of us had lunch together making small talk but Liz and I steered clear of any mention of our great encounter last year the day after the conference. It turned out neither Liz and I were staying for that extra day this year. You always wonder a year later if hooking up again is a possibility. People’s lives change and sometimes the moment is gone. Especially with Suzy around I assumed that Liz and I would have to lay low for this year.

At the end of the day, there was a small crowd waiting at the elevators to go back up to the rooms before dinner. Liz and Suzy were at the back of the group when I walked up.

Liz asked, “Do you want to come by our room for a drink before dinner?”

“Sure - what time are you thinking?” I replied.

“Can you come by at 5:30? Then we will have lots of time to catch up before dinner”

“OK - see you then,” I replied.

I went back to my room and had a quick shower and headed down to their room. I knocked on their cracked open door and waited but no one answered. I knocked again a little harder and heard a voice say,

“Come on in.”

Threesome Treat

I opened the door and was very surprised to see Liz busy between Suzy legs eating her out on the bed. Suzy was busy squirming and moaning as Liz’s talented tongue played with her pussy.

What a sight - Liz in just her panties and Suzy totally naked. Suzy is a beautiful redhead with white porcelain-like skin. She was tall with a massive set of boobs that almost makes her look top heavy. Liz’s amazing DD breasts that were hanging free and swaying as she licked Suzy’s pussy.

Liz turned her head towards me and smiled and said “I was hoping you could join us, isn’t that right Suzy”

Suzy murmured “yes” with her eyes closed, obviously enjoying what Liz was doing to her.

I quickly shed my clothes and joined Liz between Suzy legs and began kissing Suzy’s inner thighs as Liz continued to eat her out. I kissed my way up Suzy’s inner thighs and Liz turned her head then gave me a deep long kiss then motioned for me to continue to lick Suzy’s pussy. Suzy’s pussy was - oh so wet. Liz and I alternated who was licking Suzy’s pussy for a few minutes, then Liz moved up and began kissing Suzy’s breasts and swirling her tongue around her nipples. Suzy was moaning quite loudly by now and grabbing at my head as she neared an orgasm. I really wanted to kiss Suzy at this point and replaced my tongue with my hand and moved up and joined Liz kissing Suzy’s breasts and then I moved up some more and gave Suzy a first kiss. Our lips barely touched as I gave her a slow gentle kiss. We looked at each other and I said smiling,

“Hi Suzy, I’m Jim”.

Then we dove into deeper, more passionate kisses. Her tongue was swirling around in my mouth when I felt Liz’s hand close around my cock.

“I think we should say hello to Jim properly, don’t you think so Suzy?,” Liz announced.

Suzy was a bit lost in her arousal, but managed a nod yes.

With that they pushed me onto my back and both alternated kissing me deeply. It was quite the feeling with their four hands stroking me all over - my arms, my chest, my legs and especially my cock. They alternated who was kissing me and then both started to kiss down my chest. They both paused to give some attention to my nipples. Eventually they continued down across my stomach and eventually started licking up and down both sides of my now very hard cock. I was squirming a bit from all the attention, and it only got worse when Suzy wrapped her beautiful red lips around my cock. She took me deeply into her mouth, almost swallowing the whole length of my cock. What a feeling. After a few minutes of Suzy bobbing up and down on my cock with her mouth, it was Liz’s turn. Suzy let my cock pop out of her mouth then grabbed my cock and pointed towards Liz’s open mouth. Liz slowly took my cock deep into her mouth. Suzy grabbed the back of Liz’s head and began to roughly push her head up and down on my cock - a little deeper each time - eventually Liz had the whole length of my cock in her mouth and I just couldn’t take that anymore. I erupted filling Liz’s mouth with cum. The whole time I was cumming she was looking up at m

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2

Annie continues to pursue her newfound addiction to cock with a passion.

Based on a post by spr1987. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I can't believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my first real cock. And what a cock it was. If you are interested, read about it in Annie's Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what it could do to me and for me. And learn I did. in fact, these past couple of weeks have been quite the learning experience. I learned three important lessons.

The big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did Not have as large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have.
The black guy on the floor above me in my dorm proved that not all black guys have large cocks.
When you are a relatively attractive woman with a great rack, you don't have to try very hard to get cock.

That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned, L O L. It is also the lesson which started me on the path to see just how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, All Of Them.

I know I can't try all of them, L O L. But a girl can dream. Can't she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across the bar, sitting at a table with two friends. Well, to be completely honest, I am dreaming about the guy and his two friends. My God, did I just think that? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmm, these are all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try. "There is no try, only do or do not." Get out of my head Yoda!!!

Looking down at my 36 F tits, which are looking amazing in this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I think, "Yes, the force is Definitely with me." This thought has me smiling like the Cheshire Cat, as I walk over to my possible party of three. As I get closer, I start to wonder if I can actually go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my cootchie. However, I do wonder how yummy a cock would taste with some Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the prize, prizes, three cocks, no waiting.

The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly disastrous course of action.

"Hi, I'm Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight," I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game.

Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my hand, telling me, "Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy who is going to rock your world."

"Damn, I love and hate this guy's confidence," I think to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table. As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter.

James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves and what they are majoring in. I guess it's my own fault. I did dress with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest. Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits, the more I am getting excited about it. Of course, my damned nipples respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles' eyes get wide with surprise, as my nipples get Very hard and Very big in my tight, clingy top.

Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, "If you think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra off." The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I have shocked them, and that they are all a little embarrassed, feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits. I can also see that they are intrigued that I may seriously be offering to show them my girls.

I wish I could blame my brazen slutty-ness on too much alcohol, but to be honest, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while. So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, "Yes, you Can see them, you can feel them even, if you are interested." Deciding to go all in, I blurt out, "We can sit here all night and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping One of you can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace private, where All of you can take me home and help me fulfill a fantasy of mine."

Obviously shocked, James asks, "Seriously? All of us? Right now?"

Running my hand up to cup my left tit and tease the obviously hard nipple with my finger and thump, I ask them, "Do these nipples look like they lie?" Then I tell them, "The offers on the table, Take it now or I start looking for another group of hot guys, The night is still young. ," I tease, as I start to look around.

They fall all over themselves grabbing their coats, as James hurries to the bar to settle the bill. I am not gonna lie, I am unsteady on my heels as I walk to the door between Charles and Dave. Seeing me teetering on my heels, they each reach an arm around me and hold me steady. I would say that this was a gentlemanly gesture, if each of them wasn't "accidentally" crowding my boobs with their hands.

As the cool outside air hits my very hot and flushed face, I wonder, "What the Fuck are you doing Annie?" My fight or flight response is kicking in Hard. The hands now cupping each of my boobs, makes flight seem unlikely, and the size of these three men makes fighting, an equally unlikely option. Then I realize that the old expression is not complete, as most people know it. I realize that for me it is, fight or flight or fuck, and fuck sounds so much better than the other two options.

We stop at the corner of the building and wait for James to catch up. I notice that there is an alley between the bar building and the one next door. I think it is one of those touristy gift shops. Well, who really cares? It is the dark scary alley that really interests me. On a whim, I suggest, "You know, we don't have to go all the way to your house, when we have such a nice, secluded alley right here," I say as I point down the alley.

They all look at each other and the grins are infectious. Each clearly likes the idea of getting down to some nasty business right away. I think my feet actually lift off the ground as they whisk me into the darkness. I actually think those words "whisked into the darkness". I wonder if this is merely descriptive or metaphorical. Then I realize, "Who fucking cares?"

To be honest, it is not completely black, here in the alley. In fact, right above where we stop, there is a bare light beaming down on me. It makes me feel like I am a stripper on the main stage with a spotlight on me. Going with that vibe, I start to sway my hips, which swings my skirt around my exposed legs, very sensually. To turn up the heat, I run my hands over my body suggestively, dancing to music only I can hear. Yes, in my head I am picturing Jamie Lee Curtis dancing in "True Lies". As If I could be half as sexy as she was.

I must be doing a pretty good job though, because I look up and see three sets of eyes are Wide open and looking at me like they are starving, and I am a mouthwatering steak. Hmm, I sure hope they eat me like they are starving, To make sure that they have a Big appetite, I teasingly grab the hem of my top and shimmy it up my tight stomach, giving them repeated under-boob glimpses of my black lace bra. I love watching their eyes follow my top up and down, up and down, each time going just a little bit higher, each time promising more and more black lace encased boobs. Then with a quick flip up of my arms, I pull my top all the way up, exposing my impressive rack. This would have been incredible sexy, if my head hadn't gotten caught in my top, causing me to flail around blindly, trying to get the damn thing off.

Thank God none of them laughed out loud, and they had the good sense to not be grinning like jackals, when I finally freed myself. Frustrated, I toss the top on the top of a closed dumpster. Trying to recover my dignity, Can one be dignified while stripping for a group of guys in a dirty alley? Well, let's assume one can, So, to recover my dignity, I turn my back to them and make a sexy show of unbuttoning my skirt and slowly, seductively lowering the zipper. It must be working because I hear one of them say "Fuck Yeah," when the back of my skirt opens, and the waist strap of my garter belt and the small triangle of my black lace thong reveal themselves. I wiggle my rather full round ass, as I pull the skirt open and peel it over my hips. After letting it hang there for a moment, just flashing them glimpses of the nicely visible gap between my thighs, I drop it, letting it fall to the dirty floor of the alley.

Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist to pick my skirt up. The cool air on my wet thong strap causes Jolts of shivers to shoot from my rapidly swelling pussy lips and puckered ass hole Straight through my abdomen. "My God this is exciting. I could Definitely get hooked on this feeling," I think to myself. Then I think, "If this is what strippers feel when they are dancing for a crowd of guys, I definitely need to think about trying that."

Turning around, I feel like my audience is getting antsy, so I suggest, "Maybe one of you can help me get this bra off." They actually shove each other as they each tries to get to me first. James, clearly the Alpha of this pack of wolves, asserts his right, and pulls me towards him. He actually slams me against his chest, as he reaches around to unclasp my bra. My God his chest is hard and muscled, and I may have leaked just a little right now, thinking about the sheer masculine dominance of this man taking what he wanted like that.

While I am slightly stunned and lost in my momentary lust filled moment of submission, he steps back and releases my bra. The straps slide down my arms and the cups almost Pop off of my full tits. The feeling of the sudden cool air on my very hot and very sensitive nipples gives me electric shocks of pleasure, and if it is humanly possible, my nipples actually get harder and larger.

Crossing my arms under them, I cup each of my tits with my hands, and hold them up for my adoring audience. I tease my nipples with my thumbs, as I wink at them and ask, "Well, are you just going to stare, or would you rather feel them for yourself? Maybe see how they taste?" I ask as I raise my right tit up until I can suck the nipple into my mouth. Still looking at them, I bite my nipple and Gasp, as I realize just how fucking great that feels right now, and how much I want to feel all of their hands and mouths and teeth on my tits and nipples.

Charles, my boobs biggest fan from earlier, decides to make the first move. Apparently he is a Big fan of boobs in general and he Definitely knows his way around a pair of tits. He is a blur as his hands and mouth move over my tits and sensitive nipples. He is doing this suck and blow and suck and Bite thing to my nipple that actually makes me Scream out in pleasure. Yes, I actually came from him doing, whatever the Fuck that was, to my tits.

I must have been lost in what Charles was doing, because I don't even remember James sliding my thong aside and slipping his fingers in my slippery pussy. He is full on finger fucking me, as he grabs my right hand and places it on his large and very exposed cock. "When did he get that out?" I wonder, just before I realize, "My God that thing is Big, It is such a hand full. I can't touch my palm with my fingers." I weigh it in my small hand and Squeeze around it. James must like this because he rewards me by fingering me faster and harder.

Through blurry eyes, I look over at poor Dave, who is hesitant to join the party. With my free hand, I reach out and give him a come-hither motion with my finger. He is not stupid. He comes hither, L O L. I don't even wait for him to get his head in the game, I reach for his zipper and fumble it down and clumsily reach in to release his hound. I am pleased with what I find in his pants. "That dog will definitely hunt," I think as I pull his well above average cock out and stroke it to its fully hard size.

I smile thinking that until a couple of weeks ago, I had never even seen a real cock. Now I have one in each hand, and they are quite impressively large. It is easy to say that these are the largest cocks I have ever felt, since I have felt a total of three, so far. My total is now five and there is still one more here to unwrap. Yes, I am thinking of them as presents I am unwrapping. With no more hands left to unwrap my final present, I wake Charles from his revery of my tits, and tell him, "Hey Charles, you seem to be the only one with no skin in the game, so to speak, Do you have something to hide? Small dick maybe?"

Backing up, he tells me, "I'll show you a small dick you fucking whore". Then he proceeds to pull out a very nice sized cock. He is not as big as James, but definitely larger than Dave. He is definitely in the middle, between James and Dave, which makes me a bit jealous, because that is where I want to be, in the middle, between James and Dave, and Charles, Hmm, the possibilities.

Snapping me out of my revery, Charles grabs a handful of my long auburn hair and twists my head to the side and then down, telling me, "Suck my cock bitch! Feel how "small" it is". The way he twists my head, makes me lose balance and the only reason I don't fall completely to the ground is because he is lowering me to my knees, by my hair. I am not sure why I never even thought about releasing my hands from James' and Dave's cocks, to stop my fall. I guess it is lucky for all of us, that I didn't rip their dicks off involuntarily. So, at least no cocks were hurt, in the making of this picture, Hmm, pictures, that would be fucking amazing to have this all on film. Oh well, next time maybe.

So, here I am with a big cock staring me in the face, while I also have one in each hand. My official total is now six cocks. "Not bad," I think to myself, "I doubled my number in just one night." Apparently, I am taking too long thinking about my success, because Charles starts slapping his cock back and forth across my face. It actually feels like I am being hit with a soft club and it makes a nice solid Thud sound each time it hits my face. I am truly impressed by the sheer weight of the damn thing. As I open my mouth to say something clever about it, he shoves the big thick thing right into my mouth. I would say that I choked on my words, but I am pretty sure it was the thick cock, that pushed all the way in until it hit the soft spot in the back of my throat. And choke I did.

He relentlessly keeps pushing his cock into my throat, even though he can clearly see that I am about to choke to death. I instinctively try to release the cocks in my hands, so that I can use my hands to prevent my imminent death by penis asphyxiation. However, James and Dave grab my hands with theirs and keep my hands on their respective dicks.

"What the Fuck?" Did these guys choreograph this dance?" I think to myself, as I finally get control of my choking and can relax my mouth and throat enough to actually start to enjoy the feeling of Charles' cock. I even find a nice rhythm where I am bobbing on his cock, while stroking the other two.

Charles suddenly pulls away. His cock pulls from my sucking mouth with an audible Pop. He looks down at me and tells me, "I want to feel those big ass tits around my cock." Then he grabs my tits and squishes them around his cock. I have to admit, it looks pretty fucking hot. I am fascinated as I watch him fuck his big cock up and down between my squashed together tits. I have seen this in porn videos before, but there is something mesmerizing seeing it done to me, feeling it being done to me. I realize that the "done to me" part is really increasing the arousal level of this for me. One guy is jerking himself off using my tits, while two other guys are basically using my hands to jerk themselves off. They are literally using me like a sex toy, and I am fucking Loving it.

As icing on the cake of my depraved cake, Charles suddenly cums hard, spurting cum with such velocity and power that I feel it slapping against my lips and cheeks and yes, in my eye, and I can't even use my hands to wipe it out of my damned eye. It is at that moment that I discover something new about myself. Something about this whole experience makes me actually cum Screaming, without any penetration, whatsoever. Yes, James was finger fucking me earlier, but right now, the only real contact is my hands on their cocks, and one still squashed between my tits. This makes me wonder, "Is it the feeling of being used as a sex toy? Being just a thing for these guys to use to get off? Being degraded on my knees in a dark and dirty alley? Or is it just the feeling of cocks that gets me off?"

I don't get to ponder this great mystery for long, as James grabs me by my ass, and lifts it up, so I am leaning forward, bent over. He kicks my feet apart and I realize, what James intends to do. I turn to look back at what he is doing, when Dave grabs my face and pulls it to face back to the front. There in front of me is little Dave, staring me in the face. This time, I don't need to be told what to do. I take it into my mouth and start to kiss and lick all over the head of his cock. At that same moment, I feel James push his cock right into me. It is a very good thing that he got me very wet finger fucking me before, and that I just had a very nice orgasm. Otherwise, his big thick cock pushing into me with no warning like that, would have made me scream, and not in a good way. As it is, he is really testing my limits. He is by far the biggest cock I have ever had inside me, and that includes my dildo, nicknamed The Terminator. That is a story for another time.

I am not gonna lie, I really want to do a good job sucking Dave's cock, but what James is doing to my pussy with his cock, is taking almost all of my attention. He is so deep inside me that I feel like he is rearranging my organs, and he is so thick, I feel like my hips will crack, but in a good way. After getting more used to having that huge cock inside me, I start to feel like I will not break. He seems to feel me relax, because he starts driving into me faster and harder, like he wants to push his cock up through my throat, so he can knock cocks with Dave inside me. As I think this, I feel Dave picking up speed, as he begins hammering into my throat faster and harder. Maybe they are trying to meet in the middle? I had heard the term "spit roasted" before, but I didn't truly appreciate what that meant until right now. I actually feel like they are skewering me all the way through my body.

As I start thinking that this is probably the most "used" I can feel. Charles surprises me by slapping my big heavy tits, which have been swinging under me, as I am being fucked between these other two men. He is standing over my back with a hand on each side of me, slapping my tits back and forth lik

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1.

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life, and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

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Oh my God it feels so hot in my hand; and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking; so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?

First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bed sheets to make sure that I wasn't masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can't help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgment because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can't get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy's face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock's slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock's helmet.

It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, Oh my God, Yes, when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? Fuck yes. he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

"How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?

I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can't remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

"I fucking Love this,

I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth? I immediately hear my mother's voice in my head chastising me, You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, Shut the fuck up Mother and it is Annie Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore. Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big? I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty, I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy's hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, No, Please don't stop keep doing That

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can't stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn't realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.
I can actually feel it coating my throat.

Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn't breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff or Jake or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a J name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn't know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

"Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.

In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands literally I am holding his softening cock in my hand I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J J J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

"Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?

Fuck Yeah, he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, But you got to give me a minute You know to get ready

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand again, my hand

Don't you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt? he asks me.

Oh My, I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn't even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it to suck it into me I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

"Please put it in Please fuck me Please Fuck me Now

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn't do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me Well, let's just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in and it gets better Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time.

I feel him pound deep inside me.

His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.

I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.

I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut . Then he surprises me by saying,

Fuck Yeah You're a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.

That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, So you are not grossed out by That?

Fuck No, he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

"Give me All you got
Fuck me hard and long
fuck me until I can't walk.

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 F tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, You ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn't even sure I was standing next to. Fuck, I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won't end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive ass hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

Fuck, I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my ass hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my ass hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn't stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, Oh, as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight ass hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn't feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my ass around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock's motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men two cocks one in my pussy and one in my ass oh my God do I really want to feel a cock in my ass? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion,

Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my ass.

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

"You can put it in my ass You know fuck my ass if you want

"Oh God Yes, he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my ass. Fortunately for me, he didn't jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the ai

Piety & Profanity

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Piety & Profanity

Two witty stories of Piety & Profanity

Heaven or Hell

What's it like when we die?

By Many Feathers Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Let's face it. No one really knows what its like to die, I certainly didn't. The last thing I remember was someone saying, "He's gone." In the next instant I was somewhere else. I can't even explain it really, because the somewhere else was without substance, without definition really. Until images came to mind, places I had once known, been to, or had wondered about. Then suddenly...there I was!

It felt warm, comforting. I was standing on a hill, there was a breeze against my face, though again, there hadn't been until I'd considered it, then there it was! It was quiet, peaceful, just as I imagined it might be, would be. I looked down at myself, I was old.

"Damn! Aren't we supposed to change back to the best way we ever looked, or should look?" I wondered. And suddenly, I did. At least I wasn't just a thought floating around without substance. Then I grimaced, worried that I would be, but that didn't happen.

"Ok, that's better. Much, much better!" I said feeling a hell of a lot better admittedly. But it was still strange.

I mean, we all have our own ideas of what Heaven is supposed to be like I suppose. But this wasn't like anything I'd ever even heard of or imagined before either. No pearly gates, though they'd have looked really out of place from where I was standing. No white haired guy in a white flowing robe with a great big book with a bright green bookmarker holding the place open where my name would have been listed. None of that. Hell, there wasn't even a bird singing or a butterfly flying. And then...there was.

"Ok, maybe I'm starting to get the hang of this after all," I thought to myself.

But I was still surprised no one had come to greet me, no one had come to tell me where I was supposed to go, or what I was supposed to do. I even thought about my parents who had died years ago. Nothing. Unlike the sudden appearance of birds, butterflies and bee's (which I quickly decided I didn't want or need and made them go away) there was nothing else. At least no mom, no dad. No uncles, no aunts, no friends (only one or two of which I could actually remember as having died before I did). Bottom line was, no people.

"Well, this sucks!" I said aloud wondering if anyone could actually hear me.

I decided to go for a walk, and then wondered if I could fly. Sure enough, I was floating in the air and moving forward at an incredible speed. Problem was, the ground below me whizzed by faster than I could imagine it until I was standing in the middle of darkness.

"Lets try that one again," I thought. I was back on the hill again, oh yeah; the breeze thing, and the birds and the butterflies were kinda cool too. Except, I really am going to walk this time, at least until such a time as I get the flying/moving thing down a whole lot better.

So I walked. And I walked, and I walked. The only cool thing here was, when I got tired of walking and seeing the same scenery (cause I knew it usually would take several hours if I was to walk out of this valley and actually get anywhere else), all I had to do was think of another place, and I was there. One moment in the mountains, in the next walking through Canyon lands in Moab. At least I thought it was Moab, sure looked like it anyway, though once again there was no people. And that was the other interesting part. I tried thinking about the valley where I'd lived, my home, once again my friends and family. I think...though don't take my word on this, but I think I was in the valley where my home should be, once was, or would be. I mean who knows, when your dead, maybe when we're there, we're just borrowing the here, which is real, when that reality isn't. Anyway, no houses, no cars, no planes, no people. Nada...nothing.

I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited.

Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who was around to tell or give me the correct time, or even what the hell day it was anyway?

So I just sat there and waited. And wondered. And began to think about my life and some of the people I knew, or once knew anyway. And then the last thing in the world I had ever expected to happen happened. I looked up the hill and saw a young woman walking towards me. She looked familiar, and even at this distance I could envision her face, see her smile, and she even waved.

"Thank God!" I said aloud, half expecting to hear a booming "You're Welcome!" but that didn't happen either. I really hate it when you can't remember a name. I mean I knew I knew her, I just couldn't remember from where, or when. Then it came to me. And was that because I suddenly decided I did know her name? That I'd actually thought about her in passing when I began thinking about my life and what I'd accomplished or failed to accomplish for one reason or another? Or because I just decided what her name was. Once again, I didn't know for sure, not really. But as Darlene approached getting ever closer, which is when I suddenly decided to do the half-fly, half hop thing, I was standing next to her.

"Darlene? Is that really you?" She smiled and nodded her head yes.

"Please tell me you can speak," I asked worriedly. "Or are we supposed to be talking with our minds and not our mouths or something like that?" I asked.

She laughed then, which was like music to my ears (and briefly, I swear I could hear the Sound of Music playing in the background).

"I've been looking for you," She said simply.

"You have?"

"Yes, ever since I got here."

"How long has that been?"

"Oh, I don't know, forever maybe? Who knows?"

At the moment, I couldn't very well argue with that. "Well, it's sure as hell nice to finally see someone else, and actually talk to them!" Then I hunched my shoulders worriedly, wondering if the word "Hell" was appropriate, or inappropriate under the circumstances.

"So, you seen anyone else?" I had to ask.

"Nope, just you. But then again, like I said, you're the only one I've been looking for anyway."

I still wondered why. Why was she here with me and not with her friends, her family. What was she doing here looking for me for? And why her anyway? I mean after all, Darlene had been the first girl I had ever kissed, first girl who two years later actually let me touch her boobs, and then the first girl I had ever gone down on in her parents bedroom when they were out for the evening. But what that had to do with us still escaped me. Or any of this for that matter.

"So, now what?" I had to ask.

"I don't know, you tell me," she responded.

Like that helped anything. I guess we could continue to sit here and wait. But I'd done that already. And it was Darlene that said she'd been wandering around for just about ever looking for me, so there had to be something about that that made some sort of sense, which for the moment at least, didn't.

And then I thought about something else.

"Was there a reason why you've been looking for me?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said finally grinning. "Why don't you lie down on the grass and I'll show you."

Now we were getting somewhere. Unless she suddenly turned into some sort of Vampire or something at the last minute.

"You're not a Vampire are you?" I had to ask. Once again she laughed.

"No, and I'm not here to suck your blood either. But I wouldn't mind sucking something else."

"Ok, this HAD to be heaven!" I decided. "No way in, well...you know, no way in that place could this be that."

She had a lot bigger, a lot nicer tits than I remembered too. But of course that probably made sense. I mean back then...anyways, at least now she had them and they were pretty nice looking too. She undressed and got down on her knees and oh yeah, that felt nice, really nice. And once again I was reminded how good this felt, how pleasurable this was, and that if she kept this up I'd soon be climaxing. And then the fear, "What if? What if I can't? What if she sucks and sucks me for ever and I can't?" But then I was, and I did...and all was right with the world again. Well, this world anyway. And besides, I sorta always figured that if a person went to hell, they probably couldn't have an orgasm, so that was at least a point on the Heaven side of the ledger I suppose. And the fact I'd just had one, and a damn good one in fact, tended to support that theory.

"Now what do you want to do?" I asked a while later.

"How about we fuck now?" she asked demurely. Once again I looked around. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that here," I told her. "Mess around, or do it might be a little more appropriate, something like that."

"Ok, so lets mess around then," she stated.

So we did.

The only thing I remember about Darlene that I didn't like was that she was so clingy as they say. Seemed she was always touching me one-way or the other. A hand on my leg if we were simply sitting there, or if we walked anyplace, she had to hold my hand, or if we laid down in the grass, or on a hill, or sometimes when we just floated around off the ground (especially then) so I quit floating after that), she had to be holding onto something. I mean sometimes when she held onto things, or when even I did, I liked it. But not all the time. But if I said anything to her about it, hurt her feelings, then she'd sit there and cry until I told her I was sorry, to which there would come the hand into my lap again.

Oh yeah, and you don't sleep either. You don't go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling either tired, sleepy or refreshed. The sun's just sort of there, all the time, though you don't see the sun, or anything else like it for that matter. It's just sun-shinny with light all day long (all night long for that matter) but like I said. You don't sleep. I sorta miss that.

Then a while later. (I like to think in terms of days, but for all I know, a day is a year here, or a millennium, who cares?) Anyway, so like about maybe a week later we're hanging out, (oh yeah and I gave up wearing clothes, I mean whets the point? We're usually naked most of the time anyway, and it makes it a whole lot easier when we're in the mood to mess around). So we've just finished doing it...again, when I look up the road. (Made that one myself out of dirt, seemed appropriate anyway, somewhere to look down, or walk down when we weren't busy messing around). And low and behold, I see this other girl approaching us. And just like Darlene, I think I know her, and then I do know her. Brenda?

Brenda's the first girl I ever did it with. She smiles and waves, and I wave back and notice Darlene's not smiling. But she remains by my side as we sort of do the float walk thing towards where Brenda's standing.

Next thing you know, it's the same story. Brenda's been looking for me for quite a while too now, and finally knows where to find me, so she has, and here she is, and here we are all now.

And then we're all messing around, having a hell...I mean having a lot of fun, and its all good, and they're both beautiful and all that, even though Brenda and Darlene sort of fight over who's going first and that sort of thing, which is kind of cool in a way as I really never did have another girl fight over me, except for maybe Theresa, and then low and behold, I see her approaching, smiling and waving at us too.

Damn, now isn't this interesting? I think to myself. Then I begin to picture all the girls I've ever known, ever been with throughout my entire life. And the next thing I know, there's this entire flock of women walking down the road towards us, towards me rather as neither Darlene, Brenda, or especially Theresa are looking very anxious to meet any of them.

And better still, every damn, ah every darn one of them is as naked as the day they were born, or died...whatever.

And have you ever heard the term, "Too much of a good thing?" Well in a way I guess, this was the perfect example of that. Though admittedly when I saw my first wife, and my third I began to wonder. And though my second wife hadn't shown up as yet, I was sort of grateful for that, as I'd really considered her to be quite a bitch, and so she either hadn't died yet (and I couldn't honestly remember if she had, or if she hadn't...and who knows what time it is, or how long we've all been here anyway) the fact she hadn't shown up was a good sign, sorta. Because she really had been the meanest most vindictive woman I'd ever known. And seeing her here, really would convince me this was Hell, and not just some sort of holding area that I was now sorta hoping this really was.

But it was all still pretty much confusing. On the one hand, I could "do it" with any one of them any time I liked. And did so, but I had to admit, it took a lot out of me, and most of them afterwards got all pissy about it if I hadn't chosen one of them. (Especially Theresa). And have you ever tried doing it with someone else hanging over your shoulder yelling "Me next? Me next?" I tell ya, it's not exactly conducive to keeping it up even while your doing it, or even how attractive or how beautiful the woman are with that going on all the time.

Eventually, I did learn that if I thought about moving very fast when I flew, entered that black void, I would find myself alone. The only problem with that was, the moment I came out, wherever it was I thought I would be, they'd find me. Then it was fucking, sucking until I was totally exhausted once again, not to mention all the God damn bickering (yeah you heard me) it's starting to get on my nerves in case you didn't know it.

Point is, I'm still not exactly sure what's going on, why I'm here, or what this really is.

Mostly now I just sit alone here in the dark.

I miss my birds.

By Many Feathers for Literotica

Victorian Sisters

The secret correspondence of two naughty sisters, in the gilded age of London s well-bred society.

By Sally hollister. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories

Dear Tess,

I have been led to believe, in a recent social visit to your home, that you allowed my Bernard to be beastly with you to such a degree as is shameful for ladies to put to pen & ink. As you know I have always regarded you as a sister and I am loathe to believe that this can be true. Pray tell me what occurred.

Your dearest friend,

Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,

I am afraid to inform you that the rumours you have heard are true, but do be assured that the event was not of my instigation. It happened thus; I was bending over to pick something up when Bernard assaulted me from behind and was, as you say, beastly with me. He came upon me so sudden I feared for my sanity as I am not used to being assaulted in such a fashion in my own drawing room on a Wednesday afternoon. But, as you can infer, I was not to blame.

Your devoted friend,

Tess

PS: I am your sister

Dear Tess,

Sorry about the sister thing. Quite forgot. Anyway, I cannot believe that my Bernard would behave in such a brutal fashion. Are you sure he did not trip and thus fall upon you?

Your dearest sister,

Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,

I truly cannot say if Bernard tripped, for as I informed you, I was bent down at the time and my gaze was upon the trinket I was retrieving.

Your devoted sister,

Tess

Dear Tess,

It is beyond belief that my sweet Bernard would take advantage of a girl in the way you imply. Are you sure you did not wiggle your bottom at him in a provocative fashion, thus causing a rush of blood to his head and his attack upon your nether parts.

Your dearest sister,

Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,

I am outraged that you could think I could behave in such a fashion. I have only wiggled my bottom once in my life. It was during my honeymoon, in front of my husband, Victor, and it gave him a nosebleed. You must seek elsewhere to find a motive behind Bernard's caddish behaviour.

Your dearest sister,

Tess

Dear Tess,

I have now spoken to Bernard about the matter and he confirms that he did indeed trip over a rug which caused him to fall upon you. What I still cannot ascertain is how he managed to achieve his end through your bustle.

Your dearest sister,

Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,

Ah, I failed to inform you that I have taken up nude modelling recently and was in that mode when the event occurred. I have had to resort to this as our financial situation is perilous. Victor has been thrown out of the army since leading his regiment on an attack upon our allies, the French, during an exercise. He has always had difficulties with his sense of direction, the silly sausage. In any case I think it was an absolute over-reaction by the military big-wigs as there were only 43 of the Froggies killed and none of them above the rank of sergeant.

As we have no income Victor suggested I take up modelling in the nude for artists and it is quite lucrative at 10 guineas per hour. It doesn't quite cover Victor's gambling debts so I came up with the idea of offering minor beastliness to young gentlemen for a small remuneration. You will understand then that your Bernard owes me 20 guineas. We cannot take cheques else the amount would be taxed so would you slip the amount into an envelope and have your butler drop it off at our residence?

Your loving sister,

Tess

Dear Tess,

I understand entirely your need to pursue a career of nude figure modelling and offering beastliness to strange men as times are hard. What I fail to understand is this, though you were naked, how it came to be that Bernard managed to be beastly with you if he was fully dressed? He, as far as I know, has not taken up a career of nude modelling. I have spoken to Bernard about the 20 guineas and he says he accepts his debt but says he must pay by cheque and make a record of the transaction, otherwise he will not be able to claim any tax relief on the transaction.

Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,

How Bernard achieved his end while fully clothed I do not know, but the fact is that beastliness did occur. As my new enterprise requires discreetness to all my gentlemen; you must question him further on the event. I am shocked that he wishes to declare the transaction to the tax authorities. Has he no concern for the reputation of his sister-i

I Got Something To Tell You

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

I Got Something To Tell You

Lapsed catholic woman finds need to confess.

By MarthaMcKinley - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I m driving back to see my priest, from the college parish. Yeah, this catholic girl needs deliverance from some major guilt. No, let s see; how many years has it been? It hit me yesterday, as Robbie & I were driving home. Oh, Gawd! Oh Gawd!

Why shouldn t I worry? This probably changes things. No. It definitely changes things! Every thing. I had sex with Bart, a married man. Get it, you rash brain. I m a married woman who just had sex with another woman s husband. And not simply another woman, but one of my friends. What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn t.

There we were. Robbie was driving. I glanced over at Robbie, driving us home, tapping on the steering wheel and belting out the words to Billie Joel s Only the Good Die Young coming over the radio. You Catholic girls start much too late. Did Billy Joel know, too?

The irony of it all. I was one of them: a graduate eight years ago of St. Margaret s Academy, an all girls high school run by the Sisters of Notre Dame. In my four years there, I had had negligible experience with boys-just a handful of dances in the gym at the neighboring Catholic boys school. I never had a boyfriend. I was never even confident enough in myself to flirt, for I never found the girl looking back at me in the mirror to be anything but plain.

In college, no one had even asked me out until my junior year when Robbie did. I was so flummoxed, so flattered, so sure it must be a charity act that I spent the next two years at Macalester in perpetual gratitude, satisfying his every need. And right after graduation, with a BFA in painting, Miss flat chested and shy, but virgin no more Mary Johnson married Mister handsome, self-assured, going places Robbie Dwyer.

I d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints he sang, glancing over at me, suggestively.

Did he do it, too? Did he have sex with Robyn in the hot tub after Bart and I got out? It was entirely possible. In the four years since we were married, he had confessed to at least a half dozen women who turned him on. The Swedish lab tech at work with the impossibly long lashes. The buxom Australian hostess at the Sunshine Factory, our friday night watering hole. The neighbor from Kenya with the wide hips and muscular buttocks bulging out her short shorts as she dragged the sprinkler across the lawn. The Vietnamese manicurist, where I got my nails done, with the alluring-demurring smile on her face. My God, he had a fantasy girl from almost every continent. At least he was ecumenical.

But had he ever acted on any of these urges other than acting them out in our bedroom? For whatever reason, his fantasies turned me on. They were so absurd, and far from making me suspicious, when he brought them up in bed at night, I wanted to play along. I became the big-bosomed Aussie who smothered him with her tits, or the wide assed African who yanked on his hose. We would start assuming these roles in all seriousness, but soon be laughing so hard that Robbie would get massive, I would become sopping wet, and we d fuck fast and furious until we came in great gasps. Then we would kiss and hug, saying all those wonderful words of love to each other, before falling asleep entwined.

You know, it s amazing when you find yourself. All my scholarly life I had struggled with reading, writing essays, taking multiple-choice tests. But one thing I loved to do-and was good at-was rendering landscapes in pastel: layering wheat fields with raw sienna, coating barns and silos in brilliant cad red and alizarin crimson, foliating giant cottonwoods with varying shades of sap green, and stretching cobalt shadows across lawns and patios, bending them up walls of grand white farmhouses.

I guess, in retrospect, it was how I sublimated my sexuality as a teenager. Years later, post art school-and after having given up on Catholicism-I discovered the co-existence of the creative impulse and drive for sexual gratification. It was then that my artistic successes began. People seemed to respond passionately to my new work. Collectors bought four, five, or six of my pieces. Each new series-the Dakotas, the Mississippi-won me acclaim at venues in Minneapolis, Santa Fe, Denver, and Chicago. I almost couldn t make enough for all the enthusiastic gallery owners. The result was gaining a measure of confidence, not only in art, but in love, which I had formerly never known, and which seemed so natural for others, like Robbie, Bart, and Robyn.

Oh my God, I forgot about Robyn, the red-haired nurse-midwife whose house we were just leaving. Robbie fantasized the most about that little spitfire-at least, she s the one who seemed to augment his cock the greatest. I remember his last Robyn dream, a mere week ago: he and she were wrestling at the pond s edge after they emerged from a skinny dip on a sultry afternoon. They had started slinging playful insults at one another, until one literally slung a handful of mud, at which point the real fun began. Soon they were coated with a burnt sienna glaze and needing to go back into the water to wash each other off.

It made sense, that fanciful notion of his. Water was their thing. Robyn got covered in amniotic fluid when her patient s water broke, and Robbie worked as a field biologist with lake flora and fauna. Two science types, always with liquid things to talk about. We had left them in their element, soaking in the hot tub, when Bart and I got out to look at one of his new pastel paintings-our element.

Robbie drummed on the steering wheel. You know that only the good die young Tell you baby Only the good die young

I was feeling really clammy now. What if he and Robyn did fuck in the hot tub? Would that be better-for me? After all, if he did it, why couldn t I? Or did it spell the end of our marriage? Were we going to become one of those pairs of swinging couples whose relationship divided along fault lines? Little things that once seemed endearing qualities-my need to have everything in its place at home-would become an annoyance to him and an excuse for fleeing to Robyn. Or his insistence in correcting my retelling of a mutual experience-that I formerly had allowed with amusement-would become the hurt driving me to Bart and the consolation of his touch.

Jesus, what have I done? What have we done? We? Maybe we didn t do anything. Maybe only I did? And Robbie s trust in me will be shattered forever.

I reached over to touch his head, to pull my fingers through his dark, dark umber hair, with waves as luscious as my grassy prairies at sunset. He looked over and smiled, his gaze penetrating my eyes briefly before it returned to the road. I love when you do that, Georgia, he teased, using the name of the artist, Georgia O'Keeffe, whom I had been the most influenced by in college.

He hadn t fucked Robyn after all. Great. Now I m the fucker.

I love doing that, I replied. You know how much I crave your textures!

Did I sound like the same me? Could he tell anything from the dampness of my fingers?

We ll be home in ten minutes, he proclaimed. "Can t wait to be in bed with you.

Suddenly feeling queasy, I replied, Are you wide awake? I m so tired, I think I m going to close my eyes for a bit.

I m fine. Another good song!" And he was off, singing in perfect pitch, "But you gotta keep your head up, oh-oh, and you can let your hair down, eh-eh

Maybe he s too exuberant? I bet he did do it?

Do it.

Did I really do it?

Did we? Bart and I? Do it?

Oh, Father Duffy, it's times like these when I miss those confession sessions

Bart and I had dried off in front of his fireplace. The bromine from the hot tub was so strong we had taken turns rinsing off in the shower. With towels wrapped around us, we ascended the stairs to his studio and his magnificent nudes. If I relished the feel of textures through my fingers, my eyes delighted in the virtual touch of the skin tones in his paintings: strokes of raw sienna melding into caput mortuum, Indian red into purple violet and Thalo blue. His pastels had been blended with infinite patience, layer upon layer of pigment to create arm, chest, torso, groin, giving the effect of a radiance emanating from within.

For someone not in possession of the endowment, he painted the most sensuous breasts-with thick areolas and erect nipples-seemingly emerging from the paper, begging to be sucked.

I touched his arm to point out, on a nearby easel, the pair of lovers he was finishing, a man standing behind a woman, their hands holding five passion fruits against her chest. Excitedly, I inquired as to how he got her skin to glow with such warmth of golden ochre and crimson. He nestled my elbow in his palm as he eased me toward the painting and explained his artistic process.

It was fun having another artist to talk with, to puzzle out problems of color and value, to compare favorite painters and art philosophies. In college, I had been so head over heals involved with Robbie, that I did my course work, rushed back to the dorm to be with him, and didn t give myself the time to make friends, let alone hang out with established teacher-artists in the art department. My BFA degree had landed me a graphic arts job with Minnesota Life, a glossy recreation magazine, and I spent over a year doing computer artwork, but again, no real artist contacts-and no art opportunities. When my school loans were nearly repaid, and Robbie was making enough for both of us to live on, I went back to painting with pastels. Within two years, I was showing in the Twin Cities; then, six months later, in three other major metropolitan areas. That experience brought me into contact with other artisans, most of them women, all of us doing different subjects. We exhibited together on occasion, got together for group-show receptions, but I never really developed an artistic kinship with any painter-until I met Bart.

He leaned into me as we conversed, and I maintained our inertia by pressing back. He took my left hand in his, and slipped his right arm around my back, supporting me as we talked about his lovers faces; the aura of contemplation; the mysteries of connection, communion, and commitment.

I told him how much I liked the piece, and he hugged me with appreciation. And that s when we should have stopped. I could have inquired about the adjacent painting, the woman with the large guava facing the viewer and the man turning away with his smaller one. But I didn t. His hug felt so good. As did the wine, our soak in the hot tub, my newly-found confidence.

We rotated toward each other. He brought his lips to mine, and, rather than turn to accept his kiss on my cheek, I met him full on with my own. As our embrace progressed, intoxicatingly, I encircled his lanky waist and felt our towels drop away. With his manliness expanding against my belly and his hand raising tingles up my spine, I devoured his lower lip, squeaking a little in excitement when I felt his tongue enter my mouth.

With both hands he lifted up my tiny breasts, his fingers running over my nipples, as ripe as his painted ones, then pulled each with gentle traction, making them ache all the more. I moved off his mouth, and began kissing his chest, lightly brushing the russet hairs with my lips in an ever-expanding oval. Initially passing over his nipples, I returned to suck each to hardness and heard him groan as I bit down on them tenderly.

His finger pads moved down my spine to buttocks, backs of thigh, up to hipbones, and, twisting his hands around, his finger nails grazed across to my pussy tuft and up my abdomen to my back again, in a repeating hypnotic loop of arousal. When my tongue repaid his kindness, creating a saliva trail down his midline, my cheek butted into his erection. I turned deftly toward the large head, now deeply violet and glowing as hot as his figures skin tones.

Clumsily, we maneuvered our entangled selves to his model stand, and found our way to sitting upon the shag carpet remnant atop the platform, my mouth locked around him, my juices oozing into the rug. His hand found my slot, and as I drew my teeth up and over his rim, I felt his fingers close around my clit, pinching it rhythmically to our breathing. My shrieks of pleasure were stifled by taking more of his cock deeper in my throat, and, as I rocked onto his hand, he began thrusting into my mouth.

I m gonna come, he whispered, urgently.

Having climaxed once already, and about to scream again, I was fully prepared to grant him his pleasure. Within seconds a hot bolus shot into my mouth, and this time I gurgled with delight as his flood of warmth quieted my cries.

One hand circled my head, his fingers pushing through my perspiring hair. The other, perfumed by my cunt-flower, was rubbed against cheek, neck, and shoulder, all the while he praised my beauty in muffled tones. I regained my resting breathing tempo, but all I could mumble was, Wonderful, wonderful, as his cock slowly deflated in my mouth.

You guys up there? Robbie had hollered from the bottom of the stairs.

Just gazing at some nudes, Bart had called back, so nonchalantly, I thought that perhaps I had been dreaming all the while. But of course I wasn t.

Bart and I had hurriedly wrapped our towels around us. He went ahead of me down the stairs, as I ducked into their bathroom to do a bidet-cleansing of my mouth, then joined everyone below to get dressed and prepare for our departure.

We re home, announced Robbie. Let s get right to bed. I love it when you re brominated.

I awoke from one nightmare to go back into what I feared was another. What Robbie pronounced was true. Being brominated meant that by soaking in the hot tub, I was disinfected everywhere, and his tongue could explore my private place with relatively impunity. Any other time, his suggestion would have made me forgo my nightly mouth care, but this evening, I delayed our entry into bed by flossing and brushing-with lots of toothpaste. That would cover up any telltale tastes, but I didn t know if the delay would allow my brain to become re-engaged in love making.

Robbie and I have been very honest with each other. Well, I felt I have been completely honest, and I trusted full revelations would have been forthcoming from him. So as we pulled the sheets over our nakednesses, I wondered if I should bare all?

Do I tell him, I asked myself? Did I want him to tell me-if there was anything to tell?

'Shit,' thought Granny as she surveyed her basement, the Prince still handcuffed to the wall, blindfolded, his hard cock protruding straight out. "Honey," she used her best sweet and innocent voice, "You really don't have to I am fine."

"Nonsense, I'm bringing you some cakes and cookies. We'll have tea and catch up."

Granny knew there was not point arguing with the young woman. Red was a sweet child but as she became a young woman, she became quite stubborn and determined, a trait Granny admired, just not today.

"Well, if you must I insist you stick to the path. The woods can be awfully dangerous at this time in the afternoon." Granny wasn't exactly lying to her granddaughter, the woods surrounding her house did see a lot of traffic at this time of the day, though not relatively dangerous, her motives were more to do with time. The path through the woods took twists and turns and would afford Granny at least an extra hour before Red arrived. Plenty of time to finish off the Prince.

"Very well, I promise I will take the path and not stray. See you soon."

"Yes dear." Granny hung up the phone and sighed. Though she had time she knew she would need to cut short her intended play. She turned back to her subject on the wall. "Now, where was I?"

The Prince muffled into the ball gag in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, did I give you permission to speak!" Her tone had changed completely. The sweet innocent voice of a loving grandmother had been replaced by the forceful tone of a woman in control.

The Prince winced as the riding crop stung his thigh, just missing his cock. Granny grinned as she watched the muscle spasm and the body shiver with the pain.

"Hmm, I will need to make some adjustments if we are to finish in time."

Granny moved to a lever on the wall and cranked the handle. With each rotation the Prince fell closer to the ground till he was kneeling on the plush carpet of the dungeon floor. His hands were still restrained in the handcuffs suspended from the ceiling. Granny moved around the small room to retrieve the toy needed.

It was a relatively small space with a soft red carpet and satin sheets draped on the walls. Against one side Granny had positioned the chains and restraints securely fastened to the wall, with the pulley system to manipulate positions. On the opposite wall was a full-length mirror so her clients could see the punishments she awarded them. In one corner of the room stood a large intricately carved wardrobe that a local lumberjack had made for her. Inside she stored her toys, whips, dildos, vibrators, cock rings and cunt eggs. Granny was not fussy about the people she awarded punishment to. Male or female, as long as they could pay.

Granny retrieved the large black dildo from the cupboard and returned to the Prince. She placed the object between his legs, lined up with his arse.

"Sit!" she commanded.

He hesitated.

The whip did not miss this time, stinging his shaft and making him jump in pain. He lowered himself down, feeling the thick phallic object push against his arse. It was a momentary pause, but one noticed by Granny as the whip slapped against his cock once again. He pushed on, feeling the object penetrate his tight space and stretch him more than ever before. As the cock slowly entered him, he felt the gag being removed and a leg land on his shoulder. The pressure of the leg forced him to sit, driving the toy hard into his arse.

As he opened his mouth to cry out hands on the back of his head pushing his face into the warm wetness of Granny's musky cunt. His cock twitched as his arse was deeply filled and his tongue found the lips he loved to lick.

Granny loved this part. Without a word the Prince began to caress her slit with his tongue. She held onto the whip and sporadically brought it done onto his hard cock, knowing he loved the feel and would drive his tongue deeper into her. She pushed into him, forcing the large dildo further into his rear. His wince vibrated on her cunt making her shiver.

The Prince drove his tongue into her sweet cunt, lapping at the juices and feeling them dribble down his chin. Without the use of his hands and fingers his tongue had to work extra hard to make her cum. His arse was on fire, an exquisite fire that made his own cock strain and twitch. Even the sting of the riding crop made him harder. He felt his precum on the tip of his cock and wished she would lick it off for him.

He turned his attention to her clit, sucking the nerve into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. His tongue flicked over the nub as his lips engulfed her cunt. He felt her body shake and knew she was close. The idea that he was about to make her cum made his cock ache. Hands grabbed clumps of his hair as she arched her back and wailed an intense orgasm. She held his head in place, cleaning her cunt of her juices, before releasing an arm.

She stood back from him and commanded, "Make yourself cum."

His free hand grabbed his cock in a firm grasp and began to stroke his shaft furiously. His balls tightened and the tingling rose quickly in his stomach. His head dropped back, forcing him to sit further back on the cock, his mouth opened as his orgasm approached. He felt the sharp sting of the whip on his balls as he released his load, shooting his cum almost across the room. Jet after jet spurted from him as the riding crop made contact with his arse and balls. He screamed his pleasure as the last droplet left his body and he slumped, one arm still bound, on the floor, cock truly jammed into him.

Granny cleaned herself off and tidied the room before releasing the Prince from his restraints and allowing him to remove the protrusion from his arse. He felt empty and spent as he stood, the toy popping out of him.

"I'm sorry, you can't clean up here," Granny handed the Prince his royal clothes. "My granddaughter will be here soon she can't see you."

The Prince nodded knowing too well the need for privacy in their interactions. He gathered the clothes handed to him and gingerly walked up the stairs, leaving Granny to smooth over her clothes before returning to her sweet old cottage upstairs.

Leaving Town

With basket in hand, Red left the borders of town behind her as she skipped down the path to the woods. The sun beamed in the sky, warming her body in her deep red cloak. She could feel the heat on her bare knees as her short skirt did little to protect her from the rays.

Red loved going to see Granny but rarely got the chance. At a young age her parents were adamant that Red not attend her Granny's house alone. She never understood why. Now, at twenty years of age, her parents were still reluctant but permitted her to attend, nonetheless.

As she approached the edge of the woods she shivered. The path continued into the darkness of the thick forest. Though easy to make out, the shadows hid possible dangers in the surrounding trees. Taking a deep breath, Red continued her skip into the cool confines of the trees.

He heard her before he saw her, she wasn't quiet at all. Peering from behind a tree, he watched as the young lady skipped along the well-worn path towards Granny's house. He knew Granny. Or more, had known her. He had fond memories of the handcuffs tight around his wrists as expert hands roughly massaged his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed deep at the memory of shooting his cum over Granny as his arse was assaulted. His cock twitched at the memory. He yearned to experience that release again but had been banned when his demand for control had earned a red card from Granny.

His eyes returned to the beauty before him. Her flowing red cloak opened to show the loose, white, off-the-shoulder top that did not hide the fullness of her breasts as each skip caused the unrestricted mounds to bounce. He was transfixed. His cock responding once again to the visage before his eyes. Her short red skirt left her knees bare and danced with each step. He could imagine the sweetness that lay beneath the confines of the white cotton panties flashed as she bounced.

He moved further down the path and lent against a large boulder, ensuring he was hidden from the young woman until she was past him.

"Well, hello young lady."

Red jumped and squealed. Whirling around she stumbled back at the sight of the unknown figure before her.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to startle you so." His husky voice hid the lie he had told.

"Um," Red stuttered, trying to find the words. "Who are you? What are you doing out here? In the woods? Alone?"

"My apologies dear lady. Names John Wolf, but you can call me Johnny," John smiled a cheeky grin. "Was heading back into town when I saw this beauty skipping along and just had to say hello."

Red blushed, "Oh." She liked the idea of this stranger watching her and thinking she was beautiful. He was a tall, solid man who towered over her. His muscular arms stretched the sleeves of the shirt he worn, with thick hair visible through the thin fabric. As he smiled her heart melted and her cunt spasmed. His deep penetrating brown eyes bore into her. She looked away realizing she had been staring at him.

"Who may I ask is this lovely young woman before me?" The question dripped like honey off his lips.

"I'm Red," she managed to respond. "I'm heading to my Granny's house to bring her cake and tea." His gentle tone made her divulge more information than asked.

His smile broadened. 'This is it,' he thought, 'she is my ticket back in. Granny would be expecting the knock at the door, he just needed to delay the young woman.'

"What a sweet thing to do. Beautiful inside and out." He laid on the charm. "Perhaps flowers would be nice too. I bet your Granny would love something to brighten up her house."

Red liked the idea of presenting her Granny with a bunch of flowers she had picked herself. She surveyed the sides of the path in search of a bouquet to pick.

"You won't find the beautiful flowers on the path anymore," John spoke with faux care in his voice. "All the flowers have been picked clean by travelers. But further in, just off the path, are fields of daisies and lavender, the perfect present from a loving granddaughter."

Red was hesitant, "Granny told me not to stray from the path. She said it was dangerous."

John laughed a friendly, calming laugh. "Nonsense, these woods are perfectly safe. You will be doted on for being such a loving soul."

Red contemplated for a moment before nodding her head and skipping off the path in the direction Johnny had pointed. She began to whistle a joyful tune as she detoured, giving John time to visit with Granny.

Johnny on the Spot

Granny heard the rustle outside and opened the door slightly before returning to the kitchen to put the kettle on. She heard the footsteps enter the cottage. "Come in Red, it is lovely to see y..." Her voice trailed off as she entered the lounge room to be confronted by Johnny. Before she could scream at him to leave, he lifted her onto his shoulders, his muscular arms having no issues with her frame. Carefully he carried her down the stairs to her dungeon.

"Johnny," Granny began, "you know you are not permitted here. Now let me go and leave."

"Not this time Granny, we are doing this my way."

Granny squirmed to no avail, Johnny's big hands clamped over her wrists and held them tight as he retrieved the handcuffs that were connected to the ceiling pulley system. The cold metal made Granny jump as her hands were captured by the restraints. Johnny stood back and watched as Granny thrashed against the confines. He stood before her, grabbed the collar of her dress with his hands and roughly ripped them apart, exposing her ample breasts. The cool air instantly hardened the nipples visible under the white, lacy bra.

"Granny, you are as luscious as I remember you." His brown eyes smiled at her as he removed his shorts. "See the effect you have on me." His hard cock protruded out before him. The thick muscle bounced as he moved toward her. His hands moved inside what remained of her dress, sliding into the lacy panties he knew she wore. He felt the dampness and giggled. "I do it for you too."

Granny's eyes widened at the sight of the large cock before her. She remembered his strong arms and fur covered chest, but the image of his cock had eluded her, until now. Her cunt spasmed at the sight and the hope that it would soon be inside her. Johnny had been fun to play with but his insistence on taking the lead had forced her to ban him from her cottage. It had been a long time since she had taken a cock and her cunt yearned to be filled.

His fingers ventured under the thin material, sliding along her lips but not penetrating. Granny moved her hips, trying to slip his fingers inside but he pulled back.

"My terms Granny." A wicked grin spread across his lips.

He removed his fingers and stripped Granny of her clothes. Her full breasts hung free of their confinement, nipples hard and pointing towards the ground. Johnny bent and sucked first a nipple then the breast into his mouth. His teeth bit hard on the point causing Granny to cry out. Once again he giggled, the vibrations sending shivers through Granny.

His fingers flicked her clit as he sucked and nibbled on her breast. Her body jumped with each bite and each flick of the sensitive nub. Granny spread her legs wider, hoping Johnny would drive into her. His cock jumped knowing she wanted him inside her, but he resisted, continuing to bite her nipple and strum her clit.

Granny felt the orgasm rising deep in her stomach. She yearned to be filled by his hard cock, pushing her hips forward, silently begging him to take her. The pain of his bites were swallowed by the electricity flowing from her clit. She gritted her teeth as the orgasm hit. Her body shook with the intensity.

Johnny held her tight as her body convulsed. His fingers continued their assault on her clit making her hips jerk with the sensitivity. Dropping to his knees he replaced his fingers with a tongue lapping at the juices flowing from her cunt and pressing against the nerve. She continued to shake, her hips trying to pull away from him.

Granny groaned as a tongue began to assault her sensitive cunt and clit. She attempted to move her hips away and close her legs, but he held her tightly, applying pressure to her swollen clit. She screamed as two fingers were plunged into her aching cunt. They wiggled inside her, finding and caressing her sweet spot. The tongue continued to press against her as lips closed around her cunt. Teeth nibbled the hood of her clit as the fingers began a slow pounding.

Holding her tightly, Johnny slid two fingers deep into Granny's soaked cunt. Bending his fingers he stroked her g-spot before sucking her clit into his mouth. Fresh juices escaped Granny as she groaned, her body still shuddering from her orgasm. His teeth closed in on her lips, nibbling around the bud of nerves. With an arm around her hips, holding her to him, his tongue played over her clit, strumming the nub as his fingers pounding into her.

Granny felt the heat rising in her feet as another orgasm began to build. Her body had not been allowed to recover from the first one as she exploded with the second. She screamed as the wave of electricity flooded her body, more intense than the first. Once again Johnny lapped at the juices that freely flowed down his arm as he continued to fuck her dripping cunt with his fingers.

Johnny lathered her clit with his tongue, licking the remaining juices, before standing before her, his fingers still deep inside her. He tapped her clit with his hard cock making her jump with each tap. He moved behind her, his free hand on her hip, and positioned his cock at her soaked entrance. In one movement he removed his fingers and rammed his cock into her.

Granny's body shook as the second orgasm continued to pulse inside her. The tongue on her clit prolonged the sensations. Her cunt throbbed as the fingers played against the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She felt before she saw his cock tapping her clit and jumped with each touch. He moved behind her and drove his cock deep inside her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every muscle ached as Johnny made her cum again and again.

Johnny pounded the cunt before him. Sliding his cock out of her before driving it back in, hard, pulling back on her hips to get as deep as he could. With each thrust her body shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. He wouldn't stop. Her cunt convulsed on his thick shaft, squeezing him as he thrust into her. His balls tightened, his stomach tingled as he drove in deep and exploded in her cunt. His cock spasmed as yet another orgasm milked his shaft.

Granny shook constantly as her cunt was demolished by Johnny's thick cock. Orgasms flooded ever muscle making her weak. She felt his cock twitch and wash her cunt with his cum, making her cunt spasm with a final orgasm. The intensity of the events were too much for her as her weakened, exhausted body slumped on the restraints.

Johnny popped from Granny's cunt. He watched as their mixed juices dribbled down her legs. Seeing her slumped over he lowered her restraints allowing her to rest on the soft carpet, her arse in the air. Cum dripping from her spent cunt.

Red Arrives

Night was creeping in as Red approached the cottage. She hadn't realized how long she had spent collecting flowers and hoped Granny wouldn't be too upset with her. Holding the large bunch of daisies in her hand she pushed on the open door and wandered in.

"Granny?"

"In here dear," a strained, high pitched voice came from the bedroom. "I'm feeling a bit off at the moment. Do come in."

Though the voice sounded different Red casually walked into Granny's room. The lights were low, and the curtains were drawn on the canopy bed. Red could just make out the figure under the covers and recognized the sleeves of the nightie she had given her Granny last Christmas. The shape filled out the bed more than she remembered. Granny appeared taller than she thought, and a strange bulge lifted the covers halfway down the bed.

"Are you okay Granny?" Red asked, confused at the image before her.

"Of course my dear," Johnny put on the best high-pitched voice he could trying to disguise the lust he felt at seeing the young woman once again. "Come closer."

Johnny beckoned Red towards him. His large muscular hands flashed in the slither of moonlight from the window.

"My, what big hands you have," Red was surprised by the glimpse of the hands urging her forward.

"All the better to hold you with my dear. Come, closer."

Johnny repositioned himself to sit upright in the bed. As he moved the moon reflected in his eyes. Red gasped.

"Granny, what beautiful brown eyes you have. I don't remember them being that color."

"All the better to see you with, my dear. They change color at night," Johnny tried to explain away the change. "Come closer."

As Red stood next to the bed her eyes adjusted to the shadows of the room and she could see the figure more clearly.

"Granny, what a big mouth you have."

Johnny had her now. He reached out a hand, grabbing her wrist and holding her tight. "All the better to eat you with," he growled.

Throwing the covers off he stood before her, a mountain of a man with a firm grasp on her wrist. The flimsy nightie could not hide his arousal and Red's eyes grew wide as she caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock. He ripped off the cotton nightie, standing in the moonlight from the small window in the room. Red watched as the fur that covered his body shimmered in the light. She had never seen a man as muscular or hairy as him and her cunt delighted at the image.

Grabbing her by the throat, Johnny pushed her down onto the bed. Holding her in place, he lowered his tall frame to her crotch, lifting her skirt with his teeth to expose the damp cotton pa

Virgin Business Major Makes Her First Million

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications.

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Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned.

Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.

No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home.

Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked.

On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside”

Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building.

“Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.”

“It’s a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested.

“Do you know what they’re hiring for.”

“No, that’s a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.”

“We would really appreciate that, thank you.”

The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature.

“Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed.

“Yeah, it’s all very relaxing.” Said Lisa.

Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive.

“Hi, can I help you ladies?”

“Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked.

“Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them.

“Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn’t be here then.” She laughed.

“Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.”

Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted.

“I know. My parents wouldn’t be happy either, but I’d like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that’s fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you’d like. It’s no problem at all.”

Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I’ll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.”

“Ok, I’ll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you’re leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.”

“I will and I’ll let you know how it goes.”

The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door.

The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.”

Lisa waived and exited the building.

The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly.

“Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile.

Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that’s probably the point of them being there in the first place.

A door opened and a woman in her late 30’s walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached.

“Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I’m the manager here. What do you think of the place?”

“I love it. It’s so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled.

“All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don’t you follow me and we will talk in my office?”

Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes.

As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed.

Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria’s walls as well.

“I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.”

“We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile.

“So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don’t worry if you do not.”

“I’d like to know a little more about the position if you don’t mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I’ve given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.”

“It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.”

“What’s the pay look like?”

“Well, that’s completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.”

“My imagination?”

“Yes, if you are creative and don’t mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I’d say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.”

“Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?”

“Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?”

“Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that’s looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.”

“What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?”

“It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you’re offering.”

“What exactly do you offer here?”

“Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?”

“Oh wow, that’s like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.”

“Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria.

“I’ve given a lot of hand jobs. ”

“What about blowjob?”

“I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience.

“So I take it that you’ve never had sex then?

“No, I’m still a virgin.” Anna confided.

“How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?”

“Absolutely not!” Anna asserted.

“Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.”

“I really need the money, but I don’t think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.”

“Give it a try dear. Why don’t you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It’s all desire and impulse. ”

“Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let’s start off with a massage. They’re going to know I’m not experienced once I start working on them though.”

“Well, that’s actually going to be your selling point. You’re only 19 years old. You don’t have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.”

"Let’s do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna.

“Right now if your ready. I’ll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I’ll be right back with your uniform.” Maria had Anna pose for an employee photo, then gave Anna a short visual gaze up and down her body, then went to get a uniform in her size.

Anna sat in the oversized chair that made her feel like she was in way over her head, but she was excited about making money to help pay her way through school. She took her phone from her purse, texting to let Lisa know that she was fine.

“You won’t believe this, but I’m starting work right now! Like this very minute!”

“I don’t believe it!” Lisa replied. “Anna what do you know about being a masseuse?”

“They said I have all the experience required lol.”

Maria then walked in with Anna’s uniform.

“I have to go. Talk to you later, Lisa.”

“Please be careful Anna!” Lisa replied.

Maria handed Anna her uniform. A Tight black dress and black high heels in her size.

“I have some great news.” Maria announced. “I made a call to a great client who was looking for someone with your credentials. He’s a younger man, but very wealthy! He made all his money in the stock market. He invested his entire inheritance in Tesla very early on and cashed out just recently when it peaked so as you can imagine how wealthy he is. We consider him our most important client.”

“So what does he want? Just a massage?”

“Actually, yes. He wants a massage and he wants to talk to you. I sent him a picture of you and he is very excited to meet you. I hope you don’t mind, but I showed him your photo.”

“Wow, you people are serious around here.” Anna said with a laugh. “Can I see what he looks like?”

“Sure, this is his profile.” Maria handed Anna her phone.

“He looks just like Superman.” Anna said with a laugh. “What’s his name? Oh my God I forgot his name.” She kept laughing.

“He does look like Henry Cavill doesn’t he?” Maria concurred.

“Yes, that’s it.” Anna recalled.

“That’s funny you think he looks like superman because he thinks you look like Mila Kunis.” Maria said as she laughed with Anna.

“People tell me that all the time.” She smiled. “So when does superman land? I was going to run out quick and get something to eat.”

“Oh, he is actually on his way here now. He was at the airport when I called him. He was about to fly to Miami. No lunch break yet, Anna.”

Maria then escorted Anna to her room down the hall.

“This is you. Make yourself at home. We can personalize it more during the week, but for now just put your gear close by so it’s in arms length when you need it. Do you know how to warm up your oils?”

“No, I’ve never used massage oils. Can you help me set up? It won’t take me long to catch on.”

“Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. I meant to tell you earlier, but there are other accessories; like condoms, lube and everything else you may need in the closet to the right of your massage bed. Now, you don’t have to use anything in the closet. That’s not what I’m saying, but they are there for you if you decide to change any plans.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Anna said being stubborn.

Maria picked up her phone as a text came in.

“Oh, Edward is here. He’s parking below the building now and will come up the elevator. I’ll escort him to your room. Please remember to relax and that you are in charge. You only do what you are comfortable with. If that’s nothing then just give him a basic massage. That’s what he hired you for. Talking should be easy so do that as much as you can. I’ll be right in my office if you need anything.”

“Ok, and thank you for this opportunity, Maria.” Anna said with a bit of excitement in her voice.

“Of course.” Maria walked out and closed the door. She walked past her office to the elevator and awaited Edwards’s arrival.

The elevator doors opened and there stood Edward. He was wearing a light grey suit with a white shirt. He still had on his sunglasses. His hair was combed back and he appeared to be very confident.

“Edward, so glad I caught you before you got on your plane. It would have been tragic to miss such an opportunity.”

“Thank you, Maria. It’s nice to know you’re always looking out for my best interests. So where is she?”

“She’s in her room waiting. She’s very excited to meet you.”

Maria escorted Edward to the room. She opened the door and introduced them to each other.

“Anna, if you need anything you know where to find me. Edward, is a gentleman and he will treat you as such.”

Maria shut the door behind her.

“So you’re Anna? Maria told me you just started here maybe two hours ago?”

“Yes, I just started today. Not exactly sure what I’m doing here, to be honest.”

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m 19. I’ll be 20 in a few months.”

“Maria said you aren’t experienced. Sexually?”

“My boyfriend and I have played around a bit, but nothing too serious yet.”

“Your boyfriend? Does he approve of your new job?”

“He doesn’t know I took the job. He’s back home with his parents and I don’t think he can see this far.” She let out a nervous laugh.

Edward smiled at Anna. He wasn’t much older than she was. He just turned 30 years old and did not like meeting girls the old fashioned ‘clubbing’ way. Once they realize who he is it they became obsessed with his money.

“So what are you studying. I hear you go to Boston College. ”

“I’m going for business, but I’m thinking I choose the wrong field of study. I’m just not passionate about it. I wanted to be a doctor, but my parents talked me out of it. They said it’s a field that requires too much education. They wanted me working sooner rather than later.”

“That sounds like an awful way to make a decision that you have to live with for the rest of your life. You should always follow your heart. Don’t let anyone influence your decisions. Not even your parents.”

“It’s all a big mess right now. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to afford school and my rent so I may be moving back home with them soon enough.”

Edward looked at Anna curiously. She was sweet & innocent, but also a very smart. Exactly the girl that he was looking for.

“So would you like a massage? I’ve never went to school for this, but I’ll do my best.” She smiled.

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” Edward said with a charming smile.

Edward began to take his jacket off and then his shirt. Anna froze when she saw how well built he was. His arms were very muscular. His chest was bulky and he had a set of abdominals she has only seen in the movies. Anna cleared her throat several times. She became nervous and flustered. Edwards noticed and smiled.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” she said nervously. “Let me check on the oil.”

As Anna turned her back Edward removed his shoes then his pants as he slid them to the floor. He bent over to pick them up and placed them on one of the lounge chairs. Edward stood behind Anna as she prepped the oils for the massage.

“So how do you want me?” Edward stood naked behind Anna.

Anna turned around and was surprised that Edward was completely nude standing before her. Trembling, she dropped one of the oil containers on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” Anna covered her eyes with her hands. “Can you please put a towel on?”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Please, lie down on the bed.” Anna gestured to the therapy platform.

Edward laid on the bed face up. He placed the towel over his cock. It was semi hard and at least 5 inches soft.

Anna put some music on and then approached Edward. She slowly poured some oil onto his chest and into her hands and began to message his shoulders. She slowly worked her way down to his chest and massaged his pecs. His body was firm and muscular. She had never felt anything like this hard body before. Anna completed his front upper torso. It seemed as if Edwards was enjoying himself. He was moaning and his cock was reacting as well. The towel Edward had placed over his cock wasn’t fully covering it any longer and was about to fall free. His cock was standing straight up, near where Anna was standing

Anna moved down to Edward’s feet to begin massaging his lower body. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She was curious about just how big it was. What it looked like. What it tasted like.

Edward was watching Anna as she struggled to remain composed. He moved his hips side to side pretending he was trying to get comfortable until the towel fell from his waist and onto the floor. Anna gasped and tried to look away, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it.

“Could you please focus on this thigh?” Edwards pointed to his thigh just above his right knee.

“Of course.” Said Anna, who seemed like she was in a trance.

Anna began to massage Edward’s right thigh. He let out a soft moan. His cock began to twitch before her.

“Anna, I know we agreed on a massage, but what will it take for you to just hold my cock? Maybe jerk it a little for me?”

“ I don’t know sir. I think I should probably stop now.” Anna’s quivering voice sounded embarrassed and unsure of herself.

“Name your price.” Edward said, gently.

Anna looked puzzled as she thought a

Joey Visits An Overheated Milf

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Joey Visits An Overheated Milf

On Nude Day, MILF scores her neighbor boy’s cock.

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

"It's so fucking hot in here," Sarah Waterton sighed. It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of July, her air conditioning wasn't working, it was a hundred degrees outside, and it didn't feel much cooler than that inside her house; perhaps even hotter; even with all the windows wide open. She was glad her period ended last night. She was about to invite herself over to Carol’s backyard pool.

She was doing some dishes wearing only a bikini, and she was seriously considering discarding those two tiny pieces of fabric too, when there was a knock at the door.

The mother of two (her daughter Cynthia was away for a summer session at college, and her son Nate had recently graduated from high school) went to the door and was surprised to see Nate's best friend, Joey, standing there.

Although she wasn't actually naked, she felt a little self-conscious to be standing in front of an eighteen-year-old guy so scantily dressed.

"Hi, Miss Waterton," Joey greeted, trying to keep his jaw from plummeting down to the porch's floor like in a Loony Toons cartoon, since his all-time MILF fantasy was standing right in front of him, in a bikini that couldn't possibly hide her enticingly voluptuous tits.

"Hi, Joey. Nate isn't home," she said, taking in the boy's appearance. He was slightly dorky as a younger teen, but he'd pretty much grown into a ruggedly handsome man in the past year. She'd known Joey since he was five, when her young family moved in across the street from Joey’s family. Her son and he had been best friends ever since.

"Yeah, I think I left my charger in the basement game room, last time I was here," he said, trying hard not to peer into the valley of pendulous tit ravine that was beckoning him in.

"Oh, sure; go ahead and check," Miss Waterton said warmly, letting him through the doorway. She couldn't help noticing he'd taken several glimpses at her swaying tits, with pretty much acres of them showing.

He came in and said, "Oh shit, it's a sauna in here!"

"Yeah, the air conditioner broke down this morning," the sweaty MILF sighed heavily.

"Umm, I could take a look at it," Joey offered, as he tried not to stare at his best friend's Mom's tits too blatantly; and failing.

"You could?" she asked as she closed the door, perhaps unwisely, because of the heat.

"Yeah, I work during the summers for my Uncle Frank's plumbing and heating business, so I have a fair amount of experience not only with toilets and such, but also air conditioners and heaters," he explained, now admiring her long legs. She was really one hot older woman; and he could easily fill a ‘Big Gulp’ cup full with all the loads he'd shot while imagining he was fucking her.

"That would be great," Sarah said gratefully, "I called every company I could google, and they all either didn't answer so I left a message they didn't answer, or they said they couldn't come over until the middle of next week at the earliest."

"Yeah, they're all swamped during this heat wave," Joey said. "My uncle took a three-day weekend off for his fortieth wedding anniversary, or I'd be working today too."

"Then thanks to you, today is my lucky day," she said.

"I can't promise anything, but I'll give it a go," he said, trying not to ignite the throbbing cock in his shorts, and doing his best to hide that he desperately needed to adjust himself.

Sarah happened to glance down and see an undeniable tent in the teen's pants. Part of her was flattered that she must have caused that erection, while another part of her was embarrassed for the same reason. "Is there anything you need from me?"

He said, "Not really. I'll just go downstairs and take a look at the furnace."

"The furnace?" she asked, that not making any sense to her.

"Yeah, the air conditioner unit outside runs through the furnace in the basement," he explained, "that's why you can just switch the thermostat on the wall from heating to cooling and back again."

"Oh, silly me," she laughed at herself, "that's so obvious."

"No worries," he said, "it's likely not something you've ever needed to put any thought into,"

"I didn't until it stopped working," the sweaty MILF answered sourly.

"I'll go check on it."

"Okay, thanks."

Joey took one more subtle look, or at least he thought it was subtle, at his best friend's Mom's cleavage, before heading downstairs.

Sarah noticed his additional peek at her tits and the tent in his shorts as he left.

Oddly; and confusingly; she felt a little tingle in her pussy. She supposed it wasn't that odd though, since he was actually a good looking young man. Plus, she hadn't been fucked in eight months. Her husband had left her for another woman two years ago. She'd gone on a couple of dates here and there since, but even though she'd had a terrible quickie eight months ago, when the guy had lasted less than two minutes and left her unsatisfied, she'd only ever come from her toys; of which she had a continuously growing collection, since she had a ferocious sexual appetite. In addition to three different expensive vibrators, she had a suction cup dildo for the bathroom wall, and hidden inside her walk-in closet was a Sybian. Yes, it had been several thousand dollars of expensive, but fuck, did it give her some great orgasms! But with all that said, she'd be lying if she claimed she didn't miss the great sensations of a real man with a living cock.

She went to the washroom to pee, washed her hands, and came back to the kitchen to pull out the fixings she needed to make a salad. No way was she turning on the stove today; not even a burner! If Joey couldn't fix the air conditioner, she was definitely going out for dinner, and then perhaps to an air conditioned movie theatre.

Once the salad was made, Joey came upstairs no longer wearing a shirt and said, "I'm going out back to look at the outside compressor."

"Okay, sounds good," the suddenly distracted MILF said. Yes, she'd realized her son's best friend had bulked up in his senior year, but until this moment, she'd only seen him as Nate's nerdy friend. He'd finished high school with a 98% GPA for the four years, and would be attending UC Berkeley in the fall on a full ride scholarship, yet at this moment while she secretly admired his chiseled, sweaty chest, she saw him for the first time as an attractive man.

He headed out the back door, and Sarah watched him leave, looking at him from the back end, and also for the first time, she noticed he had a great ass, and a rippled back.

"What the fuck?" Sarah said to herself out loud, shaking her head for looking at her son's friend like he was a piece of meat. She definitely needed to get laid, and soon!

She ate her salad, and he came back inside, saying, "I think I know what the problem is."

"Is it fixable?" Sarah asked, the eighteen-year-old's impressive chest now all sweaty, and she couldn't help thinking how she'd like to lick that sweat right off of him.

"I believe so," he said. "But to be sure, I need to check something else on the furnace."

"Okay," she said, unable not to admire his perfect chest and pulsing biceps.

While Joey headed downstairs, he sensed she was staring at him. He shook his head to clear away the impossible thought.

Although during his senior year, he'd experienced a terrific reversal in his luck with the ladies. After a summer of plumbing work; which is surprisingly strenuous, when you're constantly inching yourself underneath floorboards towards impossible locations and such. He also made regular visits to the gym. In his senior year he was given head by Carrie, a chubby but cute girl on his debate team; then lost his virginity to Betty, a girl he met and competed against in the Speech competition. And he'd even gotten to fuck Amber for the last two months of the school year, a cheerleader who unfortunately was spending the summer in Europe.

The suddenly horny MILF shook her head at her inappropriate thoughts. Needing to cool herself down both figuratively and literally, she went to the fridge and just stood in front of it with the door wide open for a few moments. She then took an ice cube from the freezer and slid it up and down and around her neck. It felt so nice to cool down just a bit! The melting ice ran down her chest, just as;

"Oh my," Joey said, as he stared at the hottest woman he knew doing something that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sex comedy. His cock, which had gradually dropped into slumber while he worked, was now wide awake again, and ready for action in a heartbeat! But he must have made some noise, because...

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Sarah apologized, hurriedly tossing the ice cube into the sink. "It's just so hot in here!"

"But not for much longer; I almost have it fixed," he said brightly, wishing he could have been that ice cube; well; before she'd tossed it aside. "I just need to get something from my truck, and we'll be in business!"

"Really? Sounds great!" she said. He left, and she thought to herself, ‘Oh, my God, how embarrassing!’

She reached for her phone to distract herself from her humiliation, and started scrolling through Twitter. He came back in and went back downstairs. As she scrolled through a bunch of ridiculous political posts that made her sigh at what appeared to be half of the country's idiocy, the discovery of an upcoming Hallmark movie that made her smile, and a funny cat video.

She learned that today was National Nude Day (not to be confused with Naked Gardening Day, which was the first Saturday in May). She laughed, And given this heat wave, what a perfect day for it! Still sweating like crazy from the heat, she went and poured two glasses of iced tea; threw in four ice cubes each, so they'd stay cold for at least a few minutes, and went down to the basement to offer her unexpected handyman some ice cold refreshment.

To her surprise, the basement was a little cooler than upstairs; which she wished she'd known earlier today.

She found Joey with the side panel of the furnace off, tinkering with something.

"I brought you a glass of iced tea," she said. "I figured you could use a cold drink."

He stood up, accepted the drink and said, "Thanks, Miss Waterton, I could definitely use something cold."

"No problem," she said. "And just so you know, now that you're pretty much all grown up, please call me Sarah."

"Okay," he said, as he sipped his iced tea and again stared at the perfect body of his best friend's Mom, who was still wearing only her skimpy bikini.

Sarah was doing the same thing; admiring her son's best friend's semi-naked body. "So; do you think you can fix it?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I'm just trying to get it working temporarily, so I can go to the shop and get a part to fix it properly."

"That's amazing!"

"No problem."

"It's also no problem that I owe you big time," she said. She inadvertently chose that moment to glance down at his crotch.

"It's the least I can do," he said, "you've fed me lunches and snacks and things so many times over the years!"

Sarah thought to herself, ‘I wouldn't mind you feeding me something right now,’ and then she couldn't believe such things were popping into her head. "Oh, it was my pleasure," she replied blandly, as she wondered how big his cock was. The tent in his shorts again hinted at it being a decent size.

"No, the pleasure is all mine, Sarah," he said, in a lame, slightly awkward attempt at flirting.

There was silence while Sarah caught the innuendo, and realized she herself had started the innuendo-ing, even if only inside her head.

Being a psychiatrist, she knew the subconscious mind often initiated things before a person was consciously aware of them.

He downed his drink, knowing he'd said the wrong thing, handed the glass back to her and said, "I should have this thing running at least temporarily in a few minutes."

"That'll be great," Sarah said, realizing she'd made him uncomfortable. So she headed back upstairs, shaking her head at herself again.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me? He's eighteen years old! He's my son's best friend! His mother is one of my best friends. And yet; yet; he's fucking hot; and at his age, he can likely reload quickly and give me the multiple fuckings I so badly crave; and want; and need!’

Knowing she'd be using one of her toys the minute he left, she pulled up Literotica, like she often did. She didn't mind watching porn, but she really enjoyed reading porn. She enjoyed the slow burn of a well-written story, while video porn often had no story at all. Lately, she'd been reading gangbang stories, since it was a forbidden fantasy she assumed she'd never experience, but today she told the search engine of the website to look for eighteen-year-olds.

To the horny MILF's surprise, the majority of the stories the engine found were about eighteen-year-old girls, including titles like Blacked Out: 18 Year Old Virgin, 18 and Horny, and the crazy title 80-year-old Neighbor. When she found one about a guy and a girl, she also found a guy and sissy one called 18-year-old Spies on 3 Women with the hot summary: 'Women put his young body to good use.' Just the summary made her pussy tingle while she fantasized how she could put Joey to very good use! She also saved Her 18-year-old Neighbor, and Summer Houseguest. She was still scrolling for more, since only the first one had really gotten her intrigued, although she knew she could serve as an excellent hostess to her current guest, if he gave her the opportunity.

"Fixed," Joey announced as he came up the stairs, now carrying his shirt in his hand.

"Really?"

"Yes," he nodded, "but it will take at least a couple hours to get this upstairs area down to a reasonable temperature again."

"Well, just knowing it will get cool in here is great," she said, feeling some slightly cool air wafting across her bare feet, since she was standing next to a vent.

"May I ask you for a favor?" he asked.

"Sure. Anything," she answered, and deep down, she meant it. ‘Just ask me to suck your cock. Just ask me to spread my legs so you can eat my pussy. Just order me to bend over the kitchen counter so you can fuck me’, were all wicked thoughts that popped into the horny woman's head.

"Mind if I take a quick shower?" he asked.

"Mind? Not a bit," she said and then offered, "Why don't you use mine?"

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, Nate installed a couple of extra sprays on the sides. It really feels wonderful," she replied. She didn't mention that one of the sprays was perpetually aimed to spray directly onto her pussy whenever she turned it on.

"That'd be great," he said. "I'm all sweaty."

"Yeah, you are," she said, the way a woman would say it in a porn film. Realizing that she hurriedly changed subjects by saying, "Umm, there are towels in the hallway closet right next to my bedroom."

"Great, thanks," he said, his cock raging from admiring his fantasy MILF, and also the sexy way she kept looking at him.

He left, and she shook her head at herself again. Then, as she heard the shower turn on, a wicked idea popped into her head. She was all sweaty too, so she, could reasonably use a shower! As she embraced the naughty thought, her horniness taking control, she sneaked into her bedroom. She dropped her bikini top and bottom on the floor, and she silently entered the bathroom.

She paused to reconsider. ‘Am I really about to do this? Am I really going to enter the shower where Nate's naked best friend is showering?’ As she asked herself these questions, her body decided for her, as it resumed stalking towards the shower.

Fate then confirmed the wisdom of her decision when Joey moaned, unaware that his MILF fantasy was right on the other side of the shower curtain, "Oh, yes, Miss Waterton, suck my cock just like that!" as she watched him, with eyes closed, jacking his cock with the hand he'd lathered up to use as lube.

Emboldened by this confirmation, that he was as horny for her as she was for him; she slipped by the curtain and stepped into the shower right behind him and as she reached around his body to grab his cock, she whispered in his ear; "I told you to call me Sarah."

"Miss Waterton!" he gasped, as he turned around to see his best friend's Mom completely naked, her big, hard nipples staring at him.

"No no, I'm Sarah," she corrected him. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Now say my name.

“Sarah;” Joey was stunned! Her hand was on his cock, now stroking him, and her tongue was again in his mouth! He, of course, kissed her back, in awe of his sudden good fortune.

When she broke the kiss, she asked, "Did you know today is National Nude Day?"

"No," he said, still overwhelmed by what was happening.

It's one thing, Joey thought, to fantasize all the time about having sex with your best friend's sexy Mom, but to actually have her hand on your cock and kiss you while you're both naked, was a whole different level of Wow!

"Well, it is," she said in her best sexy and sultry tone, "and it seems to me that Fate has decreed you and I should celebrate this special day properly, don't you think?"

"Yah, yes," Joey stammered, still trying to wrap his head around the miracle that was suddenly unfolding.

"Now let me clean you all up," the sexy Milf said, grabbing the bar of soap and rubbing it all over his chest. "Joey, you've really turned into a sexy man!"

"Oh, thanks," he moaned, as she washed his chest with one hand and continued stroking his hard cock with the other.

"And I mean you're all man," she said, as she handed him the soap, lowered herself to her knees, and admired his seven-inch cock from very close up. He'd even shaved off all his pubes. What a considerate guy!

"Oh, Miss Water, uh, Sarah,&quo

Surprise Package Delivery

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Surprise Package Delivery

The local ‘Abandoned Spouses Support Group’ just started.

By MarthaMcKinley. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The prickling feeling was getting more painful especially right above my pubic bone, a sign of the sun doing its damaging, yet tan-inducing, thing. I could also feel little beads of perspiration appearing on my abdomen, another indicator that this 85° day in May was a good choice for lying out in my backyard; naked. A large beach towel kept the annoying little critters from scaling the grass blades to climb onto me, guaranteeing that I could have a peaceful thirty minutes in the sun.

I was nearing that time limit, based upon what I was feeling, but the warmth and the slight breeze had lulled me into a tranquility that I wanted to indulge in for just a little while longer.

These sensual adventures, though simple, were all I was left with over the past many weeks. After a marriage of 20 years, I was blindsided by my husband, Ken, who informed me that he had been hearing a call to his gay side, and needed to find his “true self.”

That made it difficult for me to feel an attraction to him, when I knew his ultimate desires were now for a man. In fact, he had met a man recently, a potential lover, which made me even less inclined to want a sexual intimacy with him.

Being only forty and still in my womanly prime, though, I wasn’t ready to surrender my sexuality, nor was I ready to give up on my marriage. Being an unfaithful wife was not in the cards for me, either, I told myself. So Ken and I had begun talking about how to somehow make this marital relationship work within our present constraints.

All of which made me wonder why I was still beautifying my body with slow tanning and shaving my various body hair, because he had practically told me that his interests were no longer for women. Yet I felt compelled to do so nonetheless, as I guess I couldn’t turn off a lifetime of perfecting my appearance.

“A few more minutes,” I told myself, as the seductive sensations of warmth and tingling were difficult to resist, as was the lure of how my skin would look, evenly bronzed without those distracting tan lines.

I was startled into alertness when I heard a truck pull into our driveway, then quickly accelerate and brake, making a three point turn to maneuver the vehicle with the rear door facing our porch deck. Having my escape into the back door blocked, I hastily wrapped the beach towel around me just as this tall, hunk of a man stepped out the side door of his UPS truck.

He looked in his early forties, judging from the faint streaks of gray in his wavy black hair, which appeared a little unruly, like he had repeatedly run his fingers through a perspiring scalp to keep it from perpetually falling onto his forehead.

“Ken Dyer residence?” He called out quizzically, eying me in a way that could only be interpreted as pleasantly stunned.

After an awkward pause, I affirmed that he was at the right house.

“Your husband?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Guess you all are getting a big order of track lighting?”

Overcoming my surprising shyness, I managed to say only, “Yes.”

He moved swiftly to the rear door, flung it up, gave me a quick glance back, and hopped up inside. Within a couple seconds, he stuck his head out and inquired,

“Don’t suppose you could give me a hand in here? It’s kind of a mess after driving up your bumpy road, which caused a package avalanche of sorts.”

I froze. “Uh, sure,” I eventually offered, though I was not quite sure how I had to be tapped for undoing the consequences of his probably too assertive driving. I slipped into my sandals, strode across the little lawn to stand at the back of the truck, and awaited his instructions.

“Come on up,” he invited me, extending his right hand in a polite gesture of assistance.

I took his hand, and, holding my other one around the top of my towel to keep it tightened, I hoisted myself up into the truck.

“Thanks a lot,” he said sincerely.

I watched him as he deftly maneuvered some boxes off of a number of long rectangular ones, which likely contained our track lighting. He worked quickly and methodically, then turned to me, bent down, hoisted one end of the track lighting bundle, and gently steered it toward me, asking,

“Can you hold this?”

The Unintended Reveal

Impulsively, I reached out with both hands and took hold of it. The shift of my arms and twist of my torso ironically caused an avalanche of another sort. My beach towel loosened and fell to my ankles. Unable to catch it in its freefall with both hands occupied, I could only stand there supporting the large package, bare naked before him.

The excruciating silence, that seemed to last an embarrassing eternity, was broken by his audible exhalation and the words,

“Oh my god. You’re beautiful.”

Which was hurriedly followed by,

“Here, let me take that from you,” and he stepped carefully over some toppled boxes to relieve me of the burden, which allowed me to pull my towel back up around myself.

“I’m ashamed to admit it,” he added, “but since my wife left me for another woman two years ago, I haven’t had an interest in going out with anyone, let alone to even look at another woman. So maybe it’s that lengthy deprivation that made me blurt that out. But I honestly do not ever recall seeing a woman as beautiful as you.”

Initially, I couldn’t tell if this was the most preposterous come-on line that I’d ever been presented with, or whether this handsome man standing before me in his uniform of brown short sleeve shirt, shorts, socks and work shoes was one of the most honestly vulnerable men on the planet. But curiously, that prickling of the sun earlier in the day with those beads of perspiration were now being replaced with a tingling liquefaction deep within my nether lips. And even more startling, my previous resolution to be faithful to my searching-for-himself husband seemed to lose more than a little of its resolve.

I stared at him momentarily with empathic brown eyes, then stepping my lithe frame around the fallen packages scattered on the truck’s floor, I maneuvered myself so as to gracefully wrap my arms around his solid chest in a hug of both understanding, which I could deeply feel, and of desire for something more.

I felt his body, initially surprised, respond with a tight embrace back, embellished with a little rocking sway, like we were mutually soothing the other as we were, at the same time, being soothed.

His sweaty aroma blended with that of his freshly laundered shirt, slightly damp from his half-day’s work. And I’m sure he inhaled my fresh scent of arousal as we each uttered those little pleasure moans that our full-bodied hug elicited.

Tilting back my head to look up into his face, his gaze found mine, and we moved magnetically into a kiss, adjusting our mouths to find the perfect union for our moistened lips.

I felt his hug grow tighter then relax as he moved his hands along my back, on either side of my backbone. When the towel dropped for the second time, I more than welcomed it. His hands, surprisingly smooth for someone who handled packages day after day, warmed my back with their frictional drag, one down to the top of a buttock as the other slid up to my shoulder blade, then reversed themselves.

I began to make those squeaky excited sounds, as we were finding openings for our tongue inside each other’s mouth. I was getting a little crazed, wanting more and more from this perfect stranger. I couldn’t stop myself.

Wanting to touch his back like he was touching mine, I tried to pull his shirt out from the back of his shorts. But that canvas belt he wore kept it untuckable.

Sensing my frustration, and being amused at it, he hugged me tightly again and chuckled into my mouth,

“Fucking chastity belt uniforms.”

He undid the clasp and then kindly undid the snap and zipper, without interrupting our kissing, and as we pressed our bodies back into each other, the zipper edges and endpoints of his shorts added a novel new feeling to the touch, now augmented by a burgeoning erection bulging in between.

Sweaty Swooning

Inside the truck, being baked by the midday sun, I soon began to perspire profusely. And when I reached my hands beneath his shirt tales and started kneading his back, my palms stuck to his manly sweat, just like I noticed his hands were doing to my back. I panicked.

I perspire easily. As a tango dancer, hours into a milonga, I am embarrassed when asked by a man to dance. I find myself always apologizing for the dampness in my dress. Most leaders shrug their acceptance, which isn’t greatly reassuring, but when a man replies that he loves women who sweat, I’m delighted. There’s an immediate relief in me, and a sort of “sweat camaraderie,” that something which society deems is to be avoided, covered up, or concealed, is perfectly natural and therefore OK. And when it’s accepted as a commonplace consequence of honest work, or play, like in dancing, it is really liberating. And sometimes more.

So, when Mr. UPS told me that he loved that I’m a sweaty woman, I lost it. I mean, what were the chances that a woman who loses her husband to a man serendipitously meets a man who has lost his wife to a woman? And then, when the universe gives you such a man who not only accepts you as a sweating being, but actually relishes it, your next act is a no-brainer.

“I want to fuck you,” I implored through our impassioned lips. “And now.”

Without protest, he moved his hands from my back to his shorts and boxers. In a somewhat comical motion, he dragged them both, in frustratingly little jerks, down his sweaty thighs to his ankles. Then sitting on one of the boxes, he positioned his legs slightly apart and had me straddle his thighs. With his hands on my hips, he guided me to hover above his rock-hard erection. It was cut, flushed, and beckoning.

There was no trouble finding a union for those two wanting organs, and as I descended on him, I gasped, growled, and attacked him with my kisses. He shifted his knees apart a bit to lock himself into a more sturdy tripod, as I began with slow grinding of his cock, swallowing him up inside me, then partly releasing him, again and again, until he, too, was gasping.

“Your big package like this wrapping, Mr. UPS?”

“Oh yeah,” he uttered.

I roughly ran my fingers through his now sweatier hair, pulling the locks tightly as I got to their ends. He kissed me harder back, letting me know where to go next.

My hands snaked their way beneath his soggy brown shirt, and, as I kissed with a ferocity, I also pinched clumps of chest hair and tugged lightly, then gradually with more tautness, until he was moaning into my throat.

For some odd reason, I felt a need to hurt this man, and, by his responses, he needed me to hurt him, too. So I pinched his nipples, gently at first then harder, with an additional twist to augment the torture. He let out a howl accompanied by upward thrusting of his cock into me.

I became unhinged. I lifted my heels and braced myself on tiptoes, giving me more leverage, then tightened my knees around his waist, and let my full weight come to bear against his pelvis. I resumed rocking my groin into him, grunting with every thrust, gulping him into me, with surprisingly more and more savagery.

I was raging; at being deprived of sex by my man, at being rejected by my man going off with another man; and I wanted to fuck this man so hard as if to punish his entire gender.

Venting Her Hurts

I began abusing him verbally, too. I didn’t know I had this in me, but it came out as shouts of “You fucking men. You fuck us over and then strut the fuck away.”

But it worked as a catharsis. I came violently. Then immediately I began to cry, wailing loudly in huge sobs, before showering him with gratitude, blubbering “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He had let me take full advantage of his body, to work out my anger with men and my love for men. Those twisted feelings of exorcism, eroticism, and ecstasy.

I renewed my pounding of him. And with my next rapture, I screamed,

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”

I didn’t know what I was saying. I didn’t know what I meant, but at that moment I had a depth of feeling for this man that was unexplainable. I felt him stiffen. I felt his body quake. I felt him begin to breathe rapidly, gasping in affirmatives. I witnessed that twisted face and heard those unintelligible sounds that a man makes when he is ejaculating, coming into his own ecstatic state.

That sent me into my next coming, and another one quickly followed. I couldn’t contain myself. My own ejaculate started flowing outside me around him and onto that unfortunate package beneath us. But I didn’t fucking care.

My breathing, too, had accelerated. I couldn’t speak. After a time, it slowed toward normal. I hugged him and began to sob anew. I started rubbing his now drenched scalp, his neck, and his shoulders, as I felt him do the same to me, combing moist fingers through my wet hair, dragging them slowly down my shoulder blades, over and over and over again.

Minutes passed. Tens of minutes. I didn’t know how much time exactly, but I knew he had a route to finish and probably a package to clean off. As I felt him slowly detumesce, I tried to get myself up, and, on too-shaky legs, I sat back down again, hard, luckily on his knees.

He held my shoulders as I held his and we looked druggedly into each other’s eyes. Then reality spoke. It had to. We were getting overheated.

“We better get out of this truck,” he said.

“And get some water,” I added.

And that’s what we did.

Well, among other things!

And, as I write this now, I sincerely apologize for any delays that those of you may have experienced in receiving your package that day. And especially for the perfumed one!

By MarthaMcKinley for Literotica

Stacey's Breastgasms: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2

Reliving a strange phenomenon.

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

Lying there in bed, the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me was erotic enough. Marsha could suck cock like nobody's business, and she was driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too.

"So what happened after that night?" She then asked. I was having trouble concentrating, but then I drifted back in time...remembering.

"It was that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my friends, though not in the literal sense. Stacy was on the prom committee, and they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for our graduating dance. We'd previously agreed to meet at Johnson & Johnson's," I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife's face as I said that, knowing I'd have to explain, which I then did.

"As in the baby oil?" she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed, shaking my head no.

"No, we called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym, they didn't quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead end. An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up, leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn't long before it became a status symbol for anyone who did."

"Ok," Marsha said following along, "But where does the Johnson and Johnson come in?" she then asked.

"Someone caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove.

"So? What's wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply kissing one another?"

"Nothing...except they were both married to different Johnson's at the time," I told her.

"Oh!" My wife laughed. "Now I see!"

"Over time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching them touching, to finally...someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but sadly...they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson and Johnson corner," which is where Stacy and I had agreed to meet after school. Now...the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began to happen there. Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone's presence, it was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Stacy wanted us to meet there, become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before her committee meeting.

I sighed delightedly as Marsha began sucking my cock hungrily. "Go on..." she slurred.

"So anyway...she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who said they did. I know we were scared that we'd still be discovered, even with it being after school. So I'm sure that a majority of those who claimed they had, were simple exaggerations as well. But Stacy and I were determined at least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply by playing with her tits, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples, pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did, whether it was simply by tit-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I'll save that story for another time," I said smiling. "Point being...after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next few weeks, I was constantly getting Stacy off, just by playing with her tits whenever we could get away with it."

"Well don't stop now...or I will!" Marsha warned me. "What happened next?"

"Well, we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Stacy hardly ever wore a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax, and far more quickly too, we'd started doing things almost right out in the open in fact. As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her with our books. I was just fingering her nipple, through her blouse in fact, though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth, grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on Stacy's face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to pass out. It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Stacy did in fact feign being "dizzy" after that, which she was...but not for the reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I'd take Stacy down to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing into one classroom or another between our own classes. Sometimes...if we had time, Stacy would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her "Breastgasm" since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at the drop of a hat, or rather...at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that."

"So what happened that caused the two of you to breakup?" My wife asked.

"Well that really is the weird and sad part to the story. As I told you, Stacy and I had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation night. We'd been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of weeks. I'd actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn't the only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of seniors did, getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which everyone's parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake, got caught...though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very next day, during the dance. And even then, Stacy didn't let on anything until much later on that evening, after we'd actually had sex for the very first time together. It was the first... and last time we ever did."

"Go on," My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she still held it in her hand. "What happened then?"

"We were both horny...and careless, thinking about the following night. I'd gone to help Stacy with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We had decided to have one of our "tit quickies" and ducked out, thinking we'd be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl's locker room, back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after, followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Stacy's tits, watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again...and again...and, again! They knew then, I'd been telling them the truth the first time when I first told them she could, and did actually climax that way. They left before we did, so at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and I soon after left as Stacy was going home with one of the other girls as soon as they finished up.

John was waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by having her boobs played with. He didn't tell her they'd actually watched us doing that either. As far as she knew, I'd been bragging all along, telling all my friends everything we'd done and had been doing. He then clinched it by telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we'd gone into the shower room together, and how I'd gotten her off then too."

"And yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that evening?" My wife asked incredulously.

"Yeah, we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Stacy never let on just how upset and mad at me that she was. But...oddly enough, she also didn't want things to end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway. So that's what happened. I went through the entire evening without a clue that anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love, which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up, said she needed to do something, and left. Which surprised me as she didn't explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering...and then finally got up and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I thought that maybe Stacy had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time later."

I paused remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now.

"Remember that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey man...sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and really can get off just by having her boobs played with!"

"Stunned, I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in. Which is when I heard Stacy's laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall myself, didn't bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in her formal gown, except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn't know, sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home. Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Stacy again."

"So how did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?" My wife asked.

"Ironically, it was at the ten year reunion. Stacy wasn't even there, she didn't come. I heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the circumstances that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up. Obviously, the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them had walked in on Stacy and me in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the others sitting there how Stacy was duped into believing I'd betrayed her. Needless to say, he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few feet away, but by then I'd heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked over. Up until now, I'd avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing there, and actually offered me his hand. That's when I turned the lights out for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had happened the way they had."

"Well, I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now," Marsha told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. "Still a sad story though, wonder if she'll be at the reunion this year?" she asked.

I didn't answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside my wife's lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there.

On Friday we went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at the old high school. The first thing Marsha asked me to show her when we walked in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials. I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocketknife and added my own, as well as Stacy's to the display. Marsha laughed hugging me to her, and then followed me over to the sign in table so we could pick up our name badges.

For those who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how we'd looked back then; beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw as Marsha and I wandered about hadn't changed all that much. Though there was the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and more pleased about myself that I hadn't let myself go as opposed to a few others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Stacy would in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other three pricks weren't.

"Maybe they heard you were coming," my wife joked when I told her I hadn't seen any of the others. I laughed at that.

"I caught John by surprise," I reminded her. "He was bigger than I was even then, if anything...it should be me who should be worried," I quipped back, though after thirty years, I couldn't imagine that John would still be holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out for him, just in case.

We mingled for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found ourselves a table to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there, I glanced up about to take a bite of my prime rib when I saw her.

"Oh my god! She's here!" I said speaking to my wife. Marsha didn't need to ask who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Stacy stood only a short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me too.

"Invite her over," my wife told me. "Go on David...wave her over. I'd like to meet her for one. But maybe it's about time you finally put the past behind the two of you," she added.

I kissed my wife, stood, and waved in Stacy's direction. Surprised, she smiled and then somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table, Marsha again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the two of them.

"Been a long time, David," she said after meeting my wife. "You haven't changed all that much," she told me.

"Neither have you," I replied back. Aside from putting on a few extra pounds, which we all had, and now wearing her long hair cut short, far shorter than I would have imagined her ever wearing it, she really hadn't.

"Well thanks, but you're just being kind," she said taking her seat. "Your wife's beautiful," she then added once again smiling towards Marsha.

"David's always had good taste in women," Marsha responded back winking at her. The awkwardness of the moment in seeing her again quickly passed. Before long we were enjoying our dinner together and catching up on old times. It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, though I didn't ask her about it until she brought it up herself, explaining that she had actually gotten divorced two years ago. What I didn't know until that moment, was the fact she had married Jake, one of the guys who had actually spied on the two of us in the shower room.

"Sorry to hear that," I told her, though I was smiling secretly to myself that she'd eventually dumped the guy. By now, we were all feeling comfortable around one another, though the free-flowing booze had certainly helped.

"I don't know how much David has told you about us," she wondered asking, as my wife answered her.

"David and I don't have, or keep any secrets from one another," Marsha told her. "In fact, we very often share things with one another in the heat of the moment...if you know what I mean," she surprised me in explaining to her. "So I'm very much aware of everything between the two of you, and don't mind saying...I'm jealous of you. Wish I had the ability to do that myself, do you still?" Marsha then asked, shocking me in asking it that she did, and seeing poor Stacy's face suddenly turn crimson at the question. Though thankfully, she laughed at that, out loud.

"To be perfectly honest with you both...it has been a while. But yes, as David and you obviously both know, I can yes."

I excused myself to step outside for a smoke, giving the two of them a chance to talk freely for one. It seemed like Stacy was glad for the companionship, and it gave me a chance to collect myself after seeing her again for the first time in years. It wasn't as though I had any feelings for her, beyond hoping we could at least bury the past. But I did hope that perhaps at some point we could sit down and have lunch together, and then let bygones be bygones. When I returned, the girls were missing, though Cheryl and Mike who'd been sitting with us at the table informed me the girls had headed off to the restroom and would be back shortly.

They returned a few minutes later, laughing and holding hands like they'd been friends for years. "Stacy took me on a tour of the girl's locker room," she stated as they retook their seats. "I had to see the infamous place for myself," she then teased Stacy, who once again sat there blushing as she said that. But her comment and tour had opened up the door, which I prepared to step through myself, though Stacy beat me to it before I could.

"I'm sorry about what happened," she told me. "I didn't learn the truth until several years later," she added. "I should have known better...but, I was young at the time..."

"As we all were," I interjected.

Stacy nodded her head and continued. "You know the really ironic thing was, even after I had learned the truth about what

Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1.

A high school reunion brings back fond mammories.

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

It had been a very long time since I'd seen many of my old high school friends and buddies. The last time had been at the ten year reunion, this would be the thirty year reunion, and I knew that most of us would have changed between now and then; dramatically.

Although I was still in reasonably good shape, even without working out specifically, I had still put on a few pounds, but with the exception of a few perhaps, I figured everyone would be in the same boat as I was. I still had a full head of dark hair, though I had noticed just a sprinkle of gray had begun at the temples. The one thing about myself I had always considered my best feature however, were my eyes, bright blue with just a hint of gray in them. There was a caption in the yearbook next to my photo, it read: "Bedroom eyes".

Though my wife Marsha hadn't attended the same school I had, nor would know any of my old friends, she was looking forward to going almost as much as I was. And I for one was looking forward to showing her off. Marsha had a great body, though a few years younger than me, and certainly my graduating class, giving her a bit of an edge perhaps in the looks department. Fairly large breasted, a tight waist and firm well rounded ass, I had no doubt she would be the envy of many women there. And though she knew I was secretly entertaining those very thoughts, she was looking forward to going for no other reason than to perhaps meet a few of my old high school girlfriends that I had shared erotic naughty stories about with her over the past few weeks.

And one in particular came to mind, wondering if she would in fact, be there, though she hadn't come to the ten year reunion, so it had been at least thirty years since I had even seen Stacy. I had shared the story of our dating experiences with my wife, which had excited Marsha tremendously. Mainly because of the somewhat unusual circumstances, and very erotic nature of my old girlfriend, which was far different than anyone, I had ever known, including now.

The thing about Stacy that was so unusual, was the fact she could climax simply by having her tits played with. Maybe there were other women who could do this, but I'd never met anyone else, not like Stacy anyway. Even my own wife Marsha, who loved it when I played with her tits, as much as I wanted to, in fact; She didn't climax simply from my playing with her the way Stacy did. And not that I minded, certainly not. The fact that Marsha enjoyed as much attention as I gave her in that regard was something I relished, enjoyed and was more than pleased with. Marsha has fairly large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, though not too sensitive as to detract from the enjoyment of being able to play with them to my heart's content.

I've actually known a couple of women who were exact opposites. One girl allowed my fondling of her with indifference. She had even forewarned me before hand that she felt virtually nothing when I, or anyone else for that matter played with her boobs. Basically, she got nothing out of it beyond seeing me becoming aroused myself. Unfortunately, part of my arousal and excitement has always come from seeing the woman become aroused or excited by whatever I was doing. So in this instance at least, it was a bit of a letdown, and thus took away from the pleasure I would normally have received.

On the other side of that same coin, I had also known a woman who's nipples were simply too sensitive. Once aroused, she could hardly stand to have anyone even touch them. Even just looking at them sent her into giggling fits, super sensitivity once again taking away from, rather than adding to, the enjoyment and sensuality of that particular form of foreplay. Which was a crying shame too, as Gayle; as I recall her name being, had a really nice looking set of tits too. But once she was truly aroused, it was always "hands off", after that.

Now the thing about Stacy was, she didn't have really large tits either. She was the type of girl that a well-known saying was written for, "More than a (good-sized) handful is wasted!"

I guess if you were to classify her, her tits would be considered on the small side. Certainly not flat chested, not by any means, and yes, when I held them within my hands, they filled them more than adequately with still a bit left over for good measure. But the thing was, Stacy literally could climax, and very often did, just by my playing with them.

We had started dating, had been going out for well over a month with nothing more than a few deep soulful kisses being shared between us. With her tits being not quite so large, she very often didn't wear a bra, her pert nipples poking through and pressing against the material of whatever tee shirt or tank top she was wearing. But I always found it interesting that she only did that, going without a bra, whenever it was an activity or an event that virtually made it impossible for me to even think about trying anything. Both times we'd gone to the drive in theatre, she had worn a bra, making it obvious by her suddenly hidden and protected nipples that she was. (I later learned she even went so far as to wear a nipple cover beneath her bra, much like protective pasties, on those evenings when we'd gone out where the temptation might have been too much for either one of us to adhere too.)

Like I said, up until now, I hadn't even touched her, though I also hadn't made any real attempt in doing so either, not wanting her to feel like that was all I wanted from her; sex.

I mean I did, but not purely just for that either. I really liked her. Stacy was the first girl I felt like I could have real feelings for, and because of it, I was content to take my time and see how things went.

It was perhaps our seventh or eighth real date. We had gone to the drive-in movie, which was now becoming a weekly event for us, and something we both looked forward to. As was usually the case, it was a double feature with the movie we really wanted to see coming on second. Some twenty or thirty minutes before intermission, with each of us bored with the first movie already, we'd quite naturally gravitated to kissing and cuddling, as we'd been doing every time we came to the drive in, waiting for the second feature to start. And not that I minded that either, Stacy was fun as hell to kiss, and it never failed to get either one of us all hot and bothered, though we very often had to force ourselves to take a break whenever that happened, before things got too carried away. Intermission was always great for that it seemed, giving each of us an excuse, though I daresay, it was Stacy who used it as one. I'd have been content to continue on with what we were doing, even with the lights lit up on the blank screen in front of us. Needless to say, I was pretty much expecting that to happen as we sat there, necking in the front seat of my car, wondering how much longer we had before the movie finally ended.

Now maybe this was typical of the times back then, perhaps many can relate to this. But there was a sort of a non-spoken game that I think was quite often played in the front seat of every car with a pair of young teens in it. Whether it be at a drive-in, or parked on some lover's lane some place, or even on the couch in the den at her parent's house. We all played it, and we all went home with smiles on our faces afterwards if we (in our minds) made any sort of progress since the last time we played it.

I think the unofficial name of the game was, "How close did you come?" And not meaning "cum" per say...but how close did you get to actually touching her tits?" I know for a good many of my friends, it was very often the topic of conversation, come Monday afternoon during gym class. "How far did you get? What happened? What did you do to get that far?" We all shared... techniques that seemed to work, more importantly, the attempts that failed so that no one else would make the same mistakes.

I was in fact at that very moment, running through my own mind the advice one of my closest buds had given me that past Monday afternoon. He was the first amongst us to actually succeed in the titty-department, now a God as far as the rest of us were concerned, and now armed with invaluable information, though I was scared to death to actually try it. As was most everyone else I could only guess.

"Just touch it!" He's said simply. Could it honestly be that easy? I mean you didn't just get in the car, reach over and grab her boob, certainly not. But...once the real kissing had gotten started and had been going on for a while, and then it was time to try that. "No tentative, creeping up on it," he'd informed us. Which some few of us had tried, and had failed at. It gave the girls far too much advanced warning, as we soon after learned. Allowing them too much time to think about it before it happened, most then chickening out, or deciding in that brief moment it was either far too soon for that, or they simply weren't ready for it even if it wasn't.

According to Jim "The God" of booby fondling, you simply lifted your hand and placed it directly over your girlfriends boob, and then softly caressed it. With luck, she let you keep your hand there for a few seconds at the very least. And even if she eventually did decide to make you move it off her, you had still gotten to "cop a feel of her tit," as we called it. And that was better than running your fingers off to the side, never quite actually touching it, before being told "No...don't," or feeling her hand moving yours away.

A little booby was better than no booby. And so far, I was still on the "no booby at all" side of things.

Our kissing had finally reached the tongue fencing stage, which never failed to arouse the two of us, but it was also the first sign that we'd be taking a much needed (not wanted)break soon, especially with the music informing the two of us that the first movie was coming to an end. It was now or never the way I saw it. And in the next instant, my hand was resting directly on her tit, through her tee shirt of course, but on her tit! I think that moment surprised both of us for a number of reasons. She wasn't expecting it for one, but she didn't haul off and deck me either. Only seconds had passed, but my hand remained as I kneaded the softness of her tit like a contented cat. For me at least, it felt like an eternity, and I was already rehearsing my speech for the guys come Monday, when I felt Stacy's hand suddenly covering mine.

"Damn!" I thought to myself. "Here it comes, the gentle, but firm pull away. The unspoken "No," though the barrier had been crossed, even if the barriers were about to be put up again. Still...I'd actually touched titty, real titty. So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved the penultimate in front seat groping with one's girlfriend.

What I didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there. "Oh...David!"

Even with her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple. But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips in a long drawn out pleasured sound, unlike any I had ever heard before. But that nipple! Oh my god, that nipple! I swear it had burned an impression within the palm of my hand, half tempted to check, though fearful of doing so, which would mean taking my hand away. Something I didn't dare do, as I was already well into the twenty or thirty second mark of booby fondling, which I felt had to be some sort of a new worlds record at the very least for first time tit fondlers.

The second the lights came on, on the screen just a few rows in front of us, Stacy suddenly took my hand and gently moved it off and away from her. Even though she did, I was floating on cloud nine, not even aware of the massive erection in my pants, the short-circuiting of my own arousal not as yet registering in my head as Stacy slid over a few inches, putting distance between us.

"I'll be right back," she said reaching for the door. "Get us some popcorn, and something to drink," she then added smiling at me. Which was a big relief in a way, I'd gotten to finally fondle her boob, and she wasn't mad at me for doing it either!

I sat for several long moment's willing my cock to go down, watching as several single girls all seemed to pile out of their cars one by one, heading back towards the restrooms. It was obvious I wasn't the only guy waiting patiently for his erection to go down before making their way inside the refreshment stand either. When it had gone down to sufficiently allow me to go inside, though wickedly smiling to myself that perhaps there would still be enough of a noticeable bulge showing without being obscene, and thus serving an entirely different purpose, I climbed out of the car and went inside to grab our drinks and the popcorn. In doing so, I also scanned the crowd to see if there were any of my buddies there. If there were, then sharing secret signals on how well we'd done. Unfortunately, there was no one there I hung out with, so my achievement would have to wait until the following Monday.

I was still reliving the experience second by second, running it over and over again inside my head when Stacy returned to the car. I handed her, her drink, and sat the bucket of popcorn on the seat between us. As I did so, I happened to glance over and saw that her nipples, both of them were still pressing even more firmly, more obviously than I ever remembered seeing them before against the material of her shirt. And then I knew why...Stacy had removed her bra entirely!

Minutes later as the lights came down again, and the second feature started, Stacy and I came together like a pair of magnets. I remember the tub of popcorn being knocked over, spilling onto the floor of my freshly cleaned and vacuumed carpeting. I could have cared less. And like magnets, my hand, or rather both of them actually, found each of Stacy's tits, (braless tits mind you) simultaneously. Now I was touching both boobs (well sort of anyway) but the fact she was no longer wearing a bra, essentially giving me the so called "green light", once again a never-before reached level of achievement, (not even by John the God himself). I think every hair on my entire body was standing on end. Goose bumps galore racing up and down my entire body, along with my rock-hard cock, that was now almost painfully uncomfortable as I sat half twisted in my seat, both hands caressing Stacy's soft full tits. But the best was yet to come.

I had within a short span of time, graduated from booby fondling, to nipple pinching. It was like graduating from high school early, and going on to college. The fact I was actually thumbing and exploring those hard little nubbins of flesh (even if it was still through her thin tee shirt) was well beyond my wildest imaginings. (Well ok...maybe that's going a little too far), but...it was certainly more than I'd expected to happen during the course of the evening.

Once again, she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Okay, so now she's bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you by the others. But already I was imagining the official ceremony taking place come Monday.

With Stacy's hands now covering mine, I felt her lift them, still holding mine, almost pulling away, though she held each of mine in hers tighter still. In the next instant, I felt the touch of skin on skin, her hands now guiding each of mine beneath her tee shirt! I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. Within seconds, I now had twin impressions permanently burned within the palms of each hand, as I now covered those extended nipples of hers directly, palming and again kneading them at first, before delicately locating each within my finger tips.

Once again Stacy moaned, her cry of pleasure easily heard as the couple sitting in the car next to us suddenly looked over. I felt prouder than hell as I saw the guy suddenly smile, giving me the thumbs up. I'd seen him around at school, though I didn't know him. But I also knew now that the story would spread, giving confirmation to my coronation come Monday.

I lost all sense of my surroundings along with my newfound status when I heard Stacy say, "Suck them."

Everything else became a blur after that. As my mouth actually surrounded one of her hard little points, gathering it between my lips as I gently suckled her tit, three things seemed to happen at once.

One, I came in my pants. It was quite unexpected and unplanned for. And though embarrassed that I had, I still had the secret advantage of her not knowing that.

Secondly, it did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling.

And three, it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even if I could feel the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating cock. Which surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected.

The only thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between each one of her tits, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my fingers played ‘follow the leader’ on her other tit. It was only a few moments later when Stacy did the one thing I would never have expected her to do in a million, trillion years. She came.

My orgasm had been a silent, secret, though messy one. I think I may have grimaced with my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away. Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then. But I was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's tits to bother looking, tempted as I may have been.

Now, as stupid as this may sound, (and probably does) I still didn't know, or grasp the fact she'd just had an orgasm. I wasn't so naive as to believe girls didn't; however, the mechanics I knew involved other things needing to take place before that could be achieved. And unless she'd been secretly fondling herself in some way that I wasn't aware of, her cry of pleasure simply signaled to me that she was enjoying whatever the hell it was I was doing. So imagine my surprise when Stacy finally pushed me away. Talk about confused. One second I'm thinking she's hotter than she's ever been, certainly hotter than any girl I've ever known or been with, and the next second, she's calling a sudden screeching halt to the proceedings.

"Maybe you'd better take me home," she says quietly, readjusting herself, and sliding over closer to her own door, the crunch of popcorn beneath her feet as she does so. I knew better than to question her, or complain about the fact the movie we'd come to see wasn't even half over yet, though for the moment at least, I'd forgotten which one it was. I quickly, and carefully replaced the speaker back on the pole outside the window, started the car, much to the dismay of our neighbors, and then with lights off, backed out and exited the drive in theatre.

I don't know if the handful of honks from nearby cars were in tribute, or annoyance as we drove out, I didn't really think about it at the time. It was Stacy's sudden silence that worried me far more.

She lived less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized.

"I'm sorry."

She looked at me like I'd just turned inside out. "What the hell for?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said honestly, even more confused now than before. "I just am."

"You're sorry for making me cum?"

I know there were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I couldn'

The Funeral Courtship

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

The Funeral Courtship

Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.

I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues accessible.

The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five inches.

I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laughter.

People were standing up around me and talking, and I blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.

Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep. I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.

I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green eyes met mine, and I gasped.

"Jaynie, you came."

And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.

I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend. It would never be anything more than that.

"Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the red-eye last night."

"I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd come, but I wasn't counting on it. "

I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know."

"What about work?"

"They'll survive without me for a couple of days." I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to help now that I'm here?"

Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face. He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included. "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have a car?"

"I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday Inn."

"Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind driving?"

"No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car. And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were riding in and the hearse idling before them.

It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the gearshift between us and squeezed it.

"I'm glad you're here."

I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand and motioned that we should move.

I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a horrible granddaughter, adopted or not.

"I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand again and then got out.

I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out, automatically locking the car.

"No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was a deep, comforting sound.

I shrugged. "It's just a habit."

He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.

It felt and smelled like home.

I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point, Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew as I sat on a little cushioned stool.

I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.

I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.

I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered anything about them, much less their names.

The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.

I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain, but otherwise it was still sturdy.

A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for work.

What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of traffic.

A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace.

"Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"

I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped."

"Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but didn't move away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way." I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Stay." He released my hand and cleared his throat. "Please stay."

I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."

His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to my place so we can talk."

I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really did.

We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows.

"It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house."

"I'm sorry, I didn't "

"It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides, Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be moving back there."

"What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see what we've got."

"Be careful of the first step." He held out his hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around, setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.

My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others.

"That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water after she snapped the picture."

I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging out with me.

But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and prominently displayed.

I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep.

"It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and smiled sadly. "I miss this."

The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next to me shifted.

"Me, t

Fateful Collision In Manhattan

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Fate’s Embrace

Two pedestrians collide fatefully.

by maxicue. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max's Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo.

This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he'd found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he'd happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful.

"Asshole," the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways.

He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open.

"I'm so sorry," Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, "Let me help you up." She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. "I didn't see you," he added.

"Obviously," she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"I could eat," she half smiled.

He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn't, having food waiting for her.

"I'm Joe," he told her.

"Jenny," she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich.

They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting."

"Okay if we share?" he asked.

"That's fine."

"Uhm, are you going to stay?" He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. "Please?"

Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, "Nowhere better to be."

"Good. After we eat, let's get that scrape taken care of."

"Okay."

They stayed, talking over the small empty plate.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"The Twin Cities. Minneapolis."

"No shit! Me too!"

"No shit!"

"No shit. Where?"

"Robbinsdale."

"Golden Valley."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type.

Fate.

"You work around here?" she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck.

"I used to," he told her. "I'm actually applying for jobs presently."

"Presently," she giggled.

"Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt."

"No, it's cute."

"Glad you think so," he chuckled.

"How's the job search going?" she asked.

"Not great unfortunately. My uncle's an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he's against nepotism. It's possible I'll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I'm making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience."

"From what?" she asked.

"I used to be a waiter at Max's Kansas City."

"No shit!"

"No shit."

"Why not stay there?"

"I needed a change," he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm.

Jenny sensing Joe's discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. "What's the William Morris Agency?" she asked instead.

"It's one of the largest talent agencies in America," he told her.

"Cool."

"Yeah. It's had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close."

"Is that cool?" she asked.

"Pretty cool," he chuckled.

When they left the automat, he told her, "Let's get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby."

"You don't have anything at home?" she asked, surprising him.

"Um...you sure?"

"I'm sure," she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again.

"I can get something on the way," he decided.

"Great!"

Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. "Need any of these?" she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms.

His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. "Holy shit," he thought.

Both were blushing while he made the purchase.

They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he'd seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max's.

"Sorry for the mess," he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob.

"No problem," she responded. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Jenny?"

"Mind if I take a shower?" she sniffled.

"Not at all. Just a second." He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. "The red door on the right," he told her.

For some reason they'd painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls.

He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away.

She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman.

"Like what you see?" she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition.

"Wow," he said. "You're definitely in shape."

"Dreams of being a prima ballerina," she sniffled.

He sat on the bed and patted his lap. "Come here."

"You have way too many clothes on," she sniffled and giggled.

"Come here, Jenny," he said more forcefully.

She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her.

"Tell me," he said.

"You don't want to fuck me?"

"Of course I do. Tell me."

She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. "Tell me," he repeated.

"I...had to," she choked out.

"Had to?"

"Your shirt," she murmured, pulling her head away.

"It's okay," he insisted, gently pulling her head back.

"I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers," she managed to say. "I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I'm not good enough."

"Best to know I guess," Joe tried.

"It's not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away."

"From?"

"Everything!"

"Including?"

"My mother's cruel disappointment. She'd been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father..."

"Did he...?"

"No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He'd be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn't, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn't believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw...I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him.

"I'm of course freaking out, everything...and then this...but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she'd probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I'm like, 'You're a fucking cunt.' And she's saying I'm a useless slut."

"Sorry," Joe apologized.

"I'm the sorry one," Jenny actually chuckled.

"But...it doesn't sound like sex..."

Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. "I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I'm not as naïve as I look."

"But you don't know me."

"Like you're a psycho? You don't seem the type and in a way I don't fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn't have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn't even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I'd try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you're the best choice I've had so far." She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt.

He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt.

"Nice," she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn't work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled.

He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth.

Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned.

Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there.

"Joe," she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. "Oh my," she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she'd seen by at least a couple inches.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned.

"Too much?" he asked reluctantly.

"Don't you fucking stop!" she declared.

He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he'd ever felt and realized he wouldn't last and told her.

"Just fuck me," she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis.

Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He'd known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way.

He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples.

She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he'd learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he'd actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, "Oh my fucking God!" rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming.

"Joe," she murmured, her hands pushing his chest.

"Sorry," he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He'd reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs.

"Mmm," she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm.

"It'll be better next time," he promised.

She chuckled weakly.

"What?" he asked.

She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his.

"That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I've had," she explained.

"I thought it was making love," he argued.

"Don't be pedantic, Joe," she smirked, surprising him.

"Pedantic?"

"You know what I mean."

"Of course, but..."

"I'm smarter than I look."

"I don't believe in the dumb blonde myth."

"I've met several, and not all blondes."

"School?"

"And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying."

"Makes sense. So school...?"

"I would have graduated this spring if I hadn't had to run away."

"GED?" he asked.

"Probably. I don't imagine going to school for one quarter. You?"

"School?"

Pining for Madison: Part 5

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Day 2 at the Cabin.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized t-shirts as nighties.

"Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.

"Oh, yes please," Becky replied.

She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Morning, babe," Ryan greeted.

As I got up to the kitchen counter, Madison came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and rested her cheek against my back.

"Coffee, babe?" I asked again.

"Yes please," she replied and kissed me on the shoulder.

Both girls then pulled a chair out from under the table and sat opposite each other.

I grabbed two more cups from the cupboard and poured them each a coffee and placed it in front of them.

"Thanks Ad," they replied in turn.

I sat down and joined them all at the table.

"So, is every one raring to go this morning?" I asked.

"Ugh! I forgot you were a morning person. Need coffee first, enthusiasm later," Becky groaned into her cup.

"What's a matter Beck's, did somebody keep you up last night?" I joked, looking over to Ryan and smiling into my cup.

"You're one to talk, I saw what you did to Madison's chest last night. Trying to write your name were you?"

I spat a mouthful of coffee back into my cup and started to laugh uncontrollably. Before Madison and Ryan joined me in laughing.

After I calmed down I got up and emptied the remaining contents of my cup in the sink.

I headed over to the patio doors and pulled apart the heavy curtains.

"Oh wow!" I said loudly.

"What?" a Madison replied.

"Come and have a look at this."

I opened the patio doors and stepped outside. The other three grabbed their coffee cups and joined me outside.

In front of us was a magnificent view of a lake, with a wooden dock extending outwards from the cabin. I walked further ahead and could see two pairs of kayaks on either side of the dock.

As I turned around to face the others, I could feel the chill of the morning air, causing the skin on my chest and arms to get goosebumps. It appeared I wasn't the only one affected by this, both Becky and Madison's nipples had hardened under their t-shirts.

"Shall we go kayaking?" I asked, trying not to stare at their chests.

"I'm in," Ryan replied.

"And is that what I think it is?" I said aloud, before the girls had a chance to answer.

I hurried over to a large box to the side of Madison and fingered the edge, before lifting up the huge lid.

"We have a hot tub!" Madison cried out.

"Now we're talking." Becky added.

I found the control box and switched it on, and it roared into life.

Adam and Madison take Becky and Ryan to the cabin.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

As 6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs crossed in the lotus style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly awaited her call.

She had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family, making each day feel like an eternity. I missed her so much -- it marked the longest time we'd been apart since we started dating.

I watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to transition from 6:29 to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly shifted from twenty-nine to thirty.

A picture of Madison's beautiful face, along with her name, lit up my screen, and the phone started to ring. I answered immediately.

"Hey babe," I greeted, trying to hold the phone steady in front of me.

A pixelated view of her face appeared, before eventually becoming clearer.

"Hey babe," she replied, giving me a little wave.

"How's the holiday going?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, not bad. Missing you like crazy though."

"I'm missing you too. Not being with you is driving me nuts. When will you be back again?"

"Aww babe, don't worry, I'll be back for your birthday, I promise."

"I don't care about my birthday; I just want to see you again."

"It's only a few more days, and then I'm all yours. The birthday boy can have anything he wants then."

"Anything?"

"Yep, anything."

"That does sound good, but what do I want?" I said tapping my chin with my finger.

"Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination."

"Ooh! I've just thought of a few things."

"I bet you have, and let me guess, it doesn't involve wearing much?"

"How did you know?"

She laughed at my predictability.

"Speaking of which..." she began to say.

"I've been so horny, these last few days, I might just jump on you, the second I see you."

"It must be all that country air, but I'll brace myself," I joked.

"I've thought about, you know..." she said gesturing her head downwards.

"But I'm sharing a room with my niece, so it's not really practical."

"Where is she now?"

"Well, actually come to mention it, I'm on my own. Everyone went grocery shopping for food for this evening."

"Well, why don't you, you know, take care of it now?" I suggested.

"What, like over the phone?"

"Yeah, yeah." I said egging her on.

"Well, I'll do it, if you do it with me."

"Okay, fairs fair."

Pining for Madison: Part 3

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I continued for another hour and a half before finally calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor -- definite progress.

"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already out."

"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky were coming down in the opposite direction.

"Becky is just going home to get ready for tonight."

"Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be right with you."

"Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a shower.

After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to Madison's bedroom to get changed.

Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone, when I walked in.

"Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind me.

"Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

"For you, always."

I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my waist.

"Is everything okay?" I then asked.

"Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something. Well, it's more of a favor, really."

"Okay! This is sounding ominous."

"Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit down."

"Yes."

"Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

"Okay, I promise."

She took a deep breath.

"God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"Tell me what?" I urged.

"Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire year that hasn't been laid yet."

"Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with this.

"In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting her self-esteem."

That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what they're left with.

"Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone will oblige."

"That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes, and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at guys."

"Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you telling me all this?"

We make our own assignments.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels..

"This stuff is warmer than I'd thought it would be and so thick."

"It's a nightmare to get out of hair too," I added.

"Just as well I shave everything then isn't it."

Madison climbed back on to the bed and laid down next to me. We both stared at the ceiling.

Madison turned her head to the side to face me, so I mirrored her.

I could see her eyes looking directly into mine.

"Thanks again for doing this Adam, I don't know many people who would have gone to these lengths to help me out."

"It's me who should be thanking you. I enjoyed it."

"I bet you did."

"No not that, I mean I enjoyed that. God did I enjoy that bit, but I enjoyed spending time with you."

Madison smiled.

"I enjoyed spending time with you too, and I also enjoyed the other thing too."

It was my turn to smile at her this time.

Madison then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was a nice one. Her lips were so amazingly soft as they pressed against mine.

As she pulled away, she paused for a reaction. I felt my face light up, it was like I was the happiest I'd have ever felt. She must have seen that as a sign, as she kissed me again, this time for longer. We were properly making out now. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, which was an incredible feeling. Our tongues danced together as we continued to kiss.

With our mouths starting to ache, we stopped.

We couldn't stop smiling at each other.

"Well, that was unexpected."

"Was it though? I did just give you a hand job. I don't exactly dole those out to all the boys, ya know," she said continuing to beam at me.

"Ha, I guess you're right."

Madison sat up, propping her hands behind her and looking at her naked lower half.

"I guess I better put my trousers back on. Otherwise, who knows what will happen." She joked.

She then turned and looked at my crotch.

"Awe, he's gone all little again." She then proceeded to bop the end of my cock.

Her touch sent a tingle through my cock and it twitched again.

"Oops, looks like I provoked it."

I sat up, resting on my elbows.

"Do you mind?" I said trying not to laugh.

"I don't, no." She said smiling.

Madison walked over to where she took off her panties and bent over to pick them up, showing me how fantastic her ass looked. She slipped a leg in each hole and pulled them up.

I pulled up my underwear and trousers.

A school assignment changes everything.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk. He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.

The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and one other student.

It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far end of the table, opposite me.

I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper, prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.

The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration of love for Madison.

"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your lines."

With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.

I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.

I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a straddling position.

She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.

"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out, before starting to kiss me passionately.

That's when she started to moan out my name.

"Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."

It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder, persistent shouting.

"Adam! Adam!"

Madison faded away in front of me.

"Adam! It’s time to get up, you'll be late for school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.

A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away. It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.

"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to keep warm.

"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."

I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to the best bit.

I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched. It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.

Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.

I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face. As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.

It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.

Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind, starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would look like underneath.

It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and watched the evidence disappear.

Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup, I just managed to make the school bus on time.

As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.

Cosplay Beth

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

My first time with Cosplay Beth.

By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently.

She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole

The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn’t notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest.

Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn’t look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city.

“Seventy Three!”

She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake.

“Excuse me. That’s my Butt.” I said.

“I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously.

“Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see.

“Oh, right. I’m sorry. I’m in a different world today.”

“You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I’ll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out.

“Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart.

“Yeah, What’s a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I’m actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you’d like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand.

“Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What’s that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner.

“Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad’ sounds too douchey.”

“What do they call your father?”

“Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he’s too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.”

“Oh, well that’s good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice.

“He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that’s for sure.”

“Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again.

“Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.”

“Oh, yeah… Right…”

“So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You’d even out the group.”

“I don’t see why not. Could be fun, right?”

“Splendid! That means you’ll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I’ll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.”

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“You’ll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you’ll be. There’s even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.”

“Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously.

“No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm.

“Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me.

“It’s a lazy meal night. It’s just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I’m not going to broil a steak. That’s ridiculous.

“Grill it!”

“Agreed. So I’ll see you at 6:30 then?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker.

“Eighty Three!” said the butcher.

“I think you’re eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“

“Oh. That’s me!” She said turning towards the counter.

We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I’m not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit.

6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth:

“Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there’s no cell service down there. I’m walking up to street level now. I’ll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?”

I responded:

“Hey, glad you’re on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that’s not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?”

She responded:

“Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.”

She wasn’t kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time.

I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn’t have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering.

I left the front door open and she let herself in.

“Hello? TJ?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug.

She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed.

“I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?”

“Medium. It’s okay if it’s a little rare, just don’t cook it too much, please.”

“Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.”

“Do you need any help with the cooking?”

“Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?”

“Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot.

“Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks.

I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes.

“How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks.

I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back.

“Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said.

Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part.

“This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues’ P.O.’d India Pale Ale’? Is it new?”

“It’s from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest.

“Isn’t it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?”

“It’s a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.”

“Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it’s a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn’t telling her that.

“Yeah. It’s got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it’s refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true.

Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth.

“Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some.

“Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test.

“Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve.

“That’d be perfect!” She said all too eagerly.

Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn’t surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon’s “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue.

We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn’t that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn’t needed.

The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she’s played at conventions and ren faires. She’s even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner.

“Whoops… You weren’t supposed to see that… Sorry”

“Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone.

“Okay, but they really aren’t much to look at. Really.” She said modestly.

The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though.

“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully.

I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I’m pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders.

I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn’t pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis.

We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy.

“Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn’t see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it’s size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down.

I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I’ve ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn’t notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her.

“Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch.

“What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn’t heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down.

She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip’s slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I’m kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her.

I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she’d have to take that herself, I wasn’t going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time.

I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A

Sex For Science’s Sake

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Sex For Science’s Sake

Girl volunteers for a sensory enhancement program

Based on a post by asadama. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Meet Deana.

Deana volunteers to test a membrane that she hopes will allow her to experience an orgasm. To her surprise the membeane does much more. She is asked to join the membrane development program, to work with them to make the product commercially viable. The series will also contain stories about other people involved in the project and the ways in which the membrane impacts their lives.
The offer.

The advertisement on the student union bulletin board was easy to overlook; plain, black type on white paper; tucked into the lower right corner, and almost hidden by a large orange and black poster announcing a Hallowe'en dance hosted by one of the sororities.

"Volunteers wanted for research project in sensory enhancement. Applicants must be 18 years or older." A phone number was attached.

Deana scanned the rest of the bulletin board, but nothing interesting caught her eye. She came back to the little advertisement in the corner, opened her phone and took a picture of the phone number, then hurried off to her first class of the day.

As she approached the lecture hall where her second year organic chemistry class was scheduled she was met by a crowd of students coming out the open door. She recognized a face and called out, "What's going on?"

"Class is canceled today," the girl called back. "Professor Stevenson is sick."

Deana sighed. She had almost three hours to kill until her next class, and she didn't feel like hanging out at the cafeteria and drinking coffee. She sat down on a nearby bench and opened her phone. The picture she'd just taken glared at her. Why not? Just to find out what it's about.

Deana copied the phone number and pasted it into her number pad. She listened to two rings, then started to hang up. "Physiology Department," a female voice answered. "This is Janice. How can I help you?"

"Uh, hi, Janice. This number was on an ad for volunteers for a sensory enhancement study?"

"Oh. Yes. Just a moment. I'll transfer you."

A moment later another female voice sounded in her ear. "Teresa speaking. How can I help you?"

Deana repeated her query about the advertisement. "Oh, yes!" Teresa responded. "Do you have a couple of hours right now?"

"I suppose so," Deana replied uncertainly. "But I was really just wondering what this study is about?"

"Of course," Teresa voice came back. "Are you somewhere private?"

"Uh, no," Deana admitted. "I'm sitting on a bench in the hallway of the Chemistry building."

"I see. The thing is; the subject matter of this study is a little sensitive. You've got questions, and we'll have questions, and the answers might get a little intimate. If you just come next door to the Faculty of Medicine, the receptionist will guide you to us, and we can have a nice comfortable chat in private."

Deana didn't have anything else to do and she was curious. "Okay. I'll see you soon, then."
Interview.

Ten minutes later she found herself in a comfortable chair, with a hot cup of tea, sitting opposite Teresa; an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, casually dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You want to know what this study is about," Teresa began.

Deana nodded.

"Well, to begin with, we're looking at a way of enhancing the pleasure you might feel from tactile inputs."

"Touching?" Deana asked.

"Yes."

"Sexual touching?" Deana ventured.

Teresa smiled. "That's the eventual aim, yes. Is that something you might be interested in?"

"Um." A cascade of troubled memories flooded Deana's mind.

She was a good-looking, healthy young woman, but at almost twenty-one years of age Deana had yet to have an orgasm; not with her own hands, not at the hands of her boyfriends, not even with a lesbian girlfriend. Her parents had been open with her about sex, and she'd overheard enough joyous sounds from their lovemaking sessions to know her mother didn't have that problem.

Teresa saw the blush on Deana's face. She leaned forward and took Deana's hands in hers. "You're not alone, you know. If we're successful, our program could help a lot of people with concerns like yours."

Deana shook her head. "I just... I don't get excited. I mean it feels nice... touching myself... being touched by someone else. But... nothing happens."

Teresa nodded. "Our program is working on a new method to bring on the response you're looking for."

"A drug?" Deana asked.

Teresa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Do you know what a monomolecular layer is?"

"Um, sort of?"

Teresa nodded. "Essentially it's a membrane that's only a single molecule thick. We've developed a membrane that might be able to enhance your tactile sense."

"My sense of touch? Would that really help?"

"There are a number of reasons why you might not respond to intimate touching. We believe that increasing the pleasure you feel from being touched might overcome a significant barrier."

"Oh? That sounds interesting."

"Would you be willing to let us test such a membrane on you?"

"I... I think so."

Teresa smiled warmly. "Wonderful! But first, we need you to answer some questions. Would that be okay?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Teresa picked up a tablet and turned it on. "Your name and age."

"Deana Darlington. Twenty."

"You appear to be female. Do you identify as female?"

"Um, yes."

"Sexual preference?"

"Uh; I'm not sure. I started dating when I was sixteen. I've had boyfriends, but nothing really serious. But my best friend in the world is Mark. I've known him forever; he lives next door to me; and he... um... we lost our virginity together."
About Mark.

Deana and Mark had the same birthday in August. When they turned eighteen they told everyone that they didn't want a party or anything; that they were just going to hang out together. It was a really hot day, and they were alone at her house, in her bedroom, trying to get relief from the heat. Mark took off his shirt, leaving him just in his shorts. 'Why is it okay for boys to take off their shirts, but not girls,' Deana complained. 'We have the right to cool down, too.'

Mark had shrugged. 'I don't know, Deana. Go ahead and take off your shirt if you want. I don't care.'

Deana didn't hesitate; she took off her t-shirt and then, after a glare at Mark's bare chest, removed her bra. Mark had grinned at her and challenged 'Shorts, too,' and stepped out of his, keeping on his white cotton briefs. Deana quickly stripped off her shorts, then mischievously upped the challenge; 'and underpants.'

Matching action to words, she stood in front of him naked. After a brief hesitation Mark got naked as well. They eyed each other curiously before sitting down on the bed, a comfortable distance apart.

Deana stared as Mark's cock swelled and grew hard and erect. 'That's neat!' she breathed, in awe. 'Does that mean you think I'm sexy?'

Mark blushed. 'Umm, yeah; I guess.'

Deana reached her hand out towards Mark's groin. "Can I touch it?"

Mark swallowed. 'Oh, okay.'

Deana touched her fingers to the soft, pink skin covering his swollen shaft. Gathering her courage she leaned forward and circled her fingers around it. Mark gasped in pleasure.

'You like that?'

Mark nodded, 'Uh-huh.'

She slid her hand back and forth, and giggled as Mark moaned in delight. Moving beside him, Deana pumped her hand up and down. It only took a few minutes for Mark to ejaculate, gasping and crying. Deana laughed in glee, feeling unaccountably proud of what she'd done.

He used her bathroom to clean up, then came back to sit on the bed. 'Is it okay if I touch you?'

Deana blushed. 'Okay.' She lay back and opened her legs, letting him see between.

Mark explored her carefully, his fingers curious and gentle. Deana liked the feeling of him touching her. It felt nice, but nothing more. She'd hoped to feel what Mark had felt when she touched him.

'Mark, nothing's happening.' She sat up and pointed to his erect cock. 'Maybe if you put that inside me?'

'You mean; have sex with you?'

'Uh-huh. It's our eighteenth birthday. Let's do it.'

'Um, I don't have any protection.'

'You can feel when you're about to shoot, right?'

"Uh-huh.'

'Then just do that on my tummy; not inside.'

She lay back; Mark positioned himself above her and awkwardly pushed in. Deana let out a yelp of pain, and Mark stopped.

'No, don't stop. I'm a virgin, remember. I think it's supposed to hurt a little.'

'Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.'

'I'm sure. I want to do this.'

Mark eased in and started pumping. Deana tried to ignore the discomfort. She'd hoped that having sex would get her excited, but it didn't seem to be working. Seeing the pleasure on Mark's face, she decided to hold on until he was finished. His movements inside her became more frenzied, and suddenly he pulled out and collapsed on her, gasping and moaning, his cock pulsing against her belly, making it wet and sticky.
Interview, continued.

"Mark climaxed, but not me," Deana told her.

"How did you feel, having sex with him?"

"Well, it hurt a bit, but I didn't mind that. I liked seeing his pleasure, and that I could do that to him."

"Oral sex?"

Deana blushed. "Not with Mark, no."

Teresa nodded and made some notes. "Have you been checked out medically?"

Deana nodded. "Yes, several times. I've got no physical abnormalities and my hormone levels are all within normal parameters. One doctor suggested I try anti-anxiety medication, but I haven't."

"Masturbation? Sex toys? Alcohol? Drugs?"

"Tried them all. Touching myself feels pleasant, and so do vibrators, but that's all. And booze and weed don't do anything for me."

She'd tried last summer, again with her best friend, Mark. She'd talked with him about her inability to orgasm, and they'd tried smoking a joint together. They'd got giggly and silly, and he had touched her, but she hadn't got aroused. One night when her parents were away, she'd picked up a cheap bottle of booze and invited Mark over. 'Maybe I've got some deep-seated inhibition that's stopping me from having orgasms,' she'd said to him. 'I'm going to get good and drunk, and you're going to have sex with me. Whatever you want to do; I don't care. Just... let me know how it goes tomorrow.'

The next day she had a ferocious hangover, and between her legs was very sore. 'Did anything happen?' she asked Mark that afternoon. 'You downed half the bottle,' he told her, 'and you were really out of it' He looked apologetic. 'Please don't ask me to do anything like that again. I did what you asked and I banged you as long as I could. You just lay there. Just so you know I used a condom and I did get off, but it wasn't a lot of fun.'

"Have you had any sexual experiences with girls?"

Deana nodded, her face pink. "Uh-huh. Mark and I talked a lot about why I couldn't orgasm. He suggested I see if I'd be more successful trying it with a girl."

A former classmate of Deana's, Joanne, had once confided that she was attracted to her. Deana had approached her, asking if she wanted to get together. She was terrified when Jo said yes, but they agreed to split the rent of a motel room, and spend the night together. When Jo made the first move, initiating a tender kiss, Deana dived in, and soon they were naked together. Deana still reminisced about the feeling of Jo's naked body wrapped around hers.

"So I did, and it was nice; very nice; but nothing happened then, either. For me at least."

"Oral sex with her?

"Yes."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"Her tongue on me felt nice, but she couldn't make me come. I enjoyed doing that to her. Her orgasm was amazing, but all it did was make me realize how much I was missing."

"So you'd be equally fine being paired with a man or a woman?"

"Paired?"

"At this stage we're mostly just collecting data, so we pair our volunteers randomly. We ask each pairing to touch each other, and we collect the data that is generated."

"So I could be paired with anyone; man or woman, gay or straight? And we just touch each other? Sexually?"

"Touch each other, yes. Sexually? We're not asking you to. It's completely up to the couple if they want to or not. Our focus right now is just simple touching; hands, face, arms and shoulders, maybe the chest. You'll both be naked, of course. The monolayer right now is a little fragile, and clothing might compromise it. You'll be wearing contact lenses that will blur the features of whomever you're paired with, so you won't be able to recognize him afterwards.

"We encourage you to talk to each other, but we ask that you don't give away personal information. The rooms are like small hotel rooms, and they are very dimly lit. You'll introduce yourself using a name we give you, and then decide how you will begin. It might be with a hand to the face, or shoulder, or arm; perhaps a kiss. How you proceed is up to each pairing. It's quite possible that nothing will happen; you won't feel anything from the touch. We hope, though that something will happen, that you will feel enough to explore further. But as I said, how far you might go is up to you."

"So you'll be recording us? Cameras? Microphones?"

"No. We will have someone monitoring you, just to make sure that everyone is safe and comfortable. If anything happens that we think is unsafe or not appropriate, we'll stop it immediately.

"The monomolecular membrane does collect data that we record. The monolayer covers all of your skin, including your orifices; vagina, anus, ureter, ear canals, nostrils. We even ask you to drink some to coat your mouth, tongue, and throat. The monolayer amplifies the touch sensations and simultaneously collects the electrical impulses from your skin. We attach a tiny transmitter to you that broadcasts the signals from the monolayer to a receiver. The monolayer also completely protects the integrity of the skin."

"So; no viruses or bacteria can get in. No possibility of catching anything."

"Correct. Also no chance of getting pregnant."

"Pregnant? I thought you said no sexual touching."

Teresa's voice softened. "We're not asking you to touch erotically, but we don't limit you. If a pairing decides mutually that they want to explore, we don't stop them." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I shouldn't be telling you this; although our results so far are promising, we've only had two or three pairings that actually became intimate."

Deana felt vaguely disappointed. "So this is a one-time thing? I enter your experiment, you collect the data, and I never hear from you again?"

Teresa pursed her lips. "Most of the time, yes, that's right. We've been testing and modifying for two years now, and so far we've found four people who demonstrate a strong affinity for the monolayers. We use them quite frequently, and we're always looking for more people who respond well."

"How many people have you tested so far?"

"I think we're up to twelve hundred." Teresa tapped some keys on her tablet. "That's all the information I need. Do you have any questions?"

Deana shook her head. "Not right now."

"Okay. Now I just have to make sure you understand. You will be naked through the whole process, and you will be seen naked by other people. Are you alright with that?"

Deana thought of herself as fairly open about nudity She had few reservations about her body. Many people had told her she was gorgeous; some even commented she looked like Marilyn Monroe. She was above average height, almost five foot six, and well-built, with fair skin, brown hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes. She followed a weight-training regimen to keep herself in shape. Her tits were her best feature, the first thing that men's eyes focused on, although her hips, bottom and legs were not far behind. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and firm, and her waist was small. Her pubic hair had come in a light ginger, and she kept it neatly trimmed.

"Yes, I think so," she answered.

"Well, then, let's get you started."

"Now?"

"A volunteer who was supposed to be here this morning hasn't showed up, so we have an empty slot. You said you had two hours to spare. It won't take longer than that. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Uh, no."

"Good. I'll just ask you to sign a few consent forms. There's also a non-disclosure agreement."

It took about ten minutes for Deana to go through the forms. Teresa collected the papers from her. "Are you wearing contact lenses?"

"No," Deana replied.

"Do you have your period?"

"No."

"Okay. Then I'll ask you to please remove your clothes, and leave them here. Our technicians are waiting just inside the door behind me,"

Deana took a deep breath and quickly removed her green, turtleneck sweater, her sneakers and socks, then her blue jeans, Underneath she had on a pink camisole and matching bikini panties. Her full tits were firm and well-supported, enough that she didn't need a bra. It took only another moment to remove her undergarments and stand naked in front of Teresa.

Teresa opened the door for her. "Good luck."

"Thank you."
The experiment.

Deana found herself in a large room with tiled walls and floor, the floor sloping slightly inwards to a large drain. Surrounding the drain was a raised, semi-circular dais. Three female technicians were waiting for her, dressed in skin-tight, hooded wet suits. Masks and goggles hid their faces.

"We need you to stand on the platform," said the woman in the orange and black wet suit.

The other two; one in red and green, the other in blue and pink; assisted her onto the dais.

"Stand with your feet well apart, and your arms outstretched at shoulder height," instructed orange/black.

Deana did as she asked.

"This is no reflection on your personal hygiene," said the technician, "but we have to specially clean your skin before we apply the monolayer."

All three of them took spray hoses and dowsed Deana with a warm, pleasant-smelling spray, and dried her off with warm air. The techs then equipped themselves with bright yellow sprayers.

"We need you to close your eyes and open your mouth," the orange/black wet suit told her. "We are going to apply this everywhere. Some of it might feel a bit weird."

Deana felt a tingle as the spray hit her skin, but it wasn't unpleasant. She had some momentary discomfort when spray went up her nose and into her ears. Her arms, legs, and torso were dealt with quickly, and she obediently lifted her legs one at a time so they could coat the soles of her feet. The blue and pink tech knelt in front of her between her legs.

"This is going to feel quite intimate," she said to Deana, "but it shouldn't be uncomfortable. Please let me know when the stream hits your cervix."

Deana had undergone a number of pectoral exams trying to determine the reason for her sexual non-responsiveness, so she steeled herself for something similar. To her surprise the warm stream of liquid invading her cunt felt quite pleasant. She shivered as the stream struck her cervix.

"Ah, I found it, didn't I?" the blue and pink tech giggled.

Deana was surprised. "Is that what that was?"

"That little shiver you felt; I think you're connecting to the monolayer already. That's a good sign."

They finished spraying her. The red and green suited tech gave her a cup with some liquid in it. "Drink this. It's not bad tasting."

It actually wasn't much different from warm water, and Deana swallowed it down.

The orange/black tech held up her forefinger, showing Deana what looked like a small sequin. "This lets us record signals from your suit. I'm just going to stick it to your belly button."

"Okay," the tech said when she was done. "Let's test you out. Touch your left hand with your right."

Deana did as she was told; the feeling of her fingers against her skin felt more intense than she was used to. The tech nodded. "Good. Now touch your tit and nipple."

Deana almost gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure, seeming to reach deep down inside her.

"One more," said the tech. "Touch your clitoris."

The feeling was much, much more than anything she'd felt before. "Wow!" she gasped.

The tech grinned. "You're having really strong reactions. That's good. We don't get very many like you." She picked up a small case. "Teresa told you about the contact lenses, right?"

Deana nodded.

"Good. I'm just going to put these in your eyes. Please hold still."

She was both gentle and efficient, and the lenses only gave her a moment's discomfort. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes, but the outli

Touching Toni: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Touching Toni: Part 2

Best friends make the most of an arrangement.

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

A Week To Come.

"Good morning, Jake," his mother said when he came downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning Mom," he smiled at her. "Something smells good."

"Scrambled eggs and bacon," she smiled. It was still his favorite.

Jake just smiled, made a plate for himself, and his mother, and sat down at the table while she was taking the last of the eggs out of the pan and putting them into the bowl that he had just half emptied to make their plates.

Jake was already through his first serving when Diane sat down and started on hers.

"Where's Dad?" Jake asked, noting his absence.

"He's golfing today. I told him he could golf this weekend if he would come on my work retreat with me this coming week," she replied while continuing to eat.

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Aren't Toni's folks going to that too?"

"Yes, since Charlotte and I work together we kind of have to go, but luckily your Dad and Henry have agreed to go with us so it should be a good time."

"Sounds like fun. A whole week in cabins on the lake," Jake said.

"Yeah, as long as the events don't get too corny," she smirked. "Last year they had some motivational group come in and we had to do all these trust exercises and stuff. I think it's going to be a little more relaxed and free flowing this year. There are some set agenda items, but much of the time is supposed to be devoted to really relaxing and decompressing. That's one reason they're allowing spouses to come this year, to make it kind of a seminar and a vacation."

"Well, I hope y'all have a good time," Jake said, "y'all deserve it."

"Well thank you Jake," she smiled at him.

"I expect you'll look after Toni while we're all away. I think this is the longest either of you have been alone so we expect you to look out for one another," his mother said.

"Yes ma'am," Jake said, keeping his head down, looking at his empty plate, "I won't let anything happen to her," he promised.

Work Retreat.

It was a warm and sunny Texas afternoon and Jake had seen his parents off to their week-long retreat. He had just finished his workout in the home gym his family had in the basement and was coming up to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he heard the front door open and close. No one had rung the doorbell so that left two options. Either he was getting burglarized, or ....

"Jake?" He heard Toni's voice call out.

"Yeah," he said coming to the top of the basement stairs.

Toni came from the den into the kitchen as he came in from the other side.

"Been working out I see," Toni said, looking at his sweaty body dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, and feeling a warmth starting to spread from her center outward. "He looks yummy!" she thought to herself.

"Yeah, a little bit," he said looking at her in her jean shorts, wearing a snug fitting tank top. Texas summers were no joke, even in Northern Texas, so clothing was usually chosen more for its cooling properties than style. Her hair was braided in a long braid, reaching to her waistline.

"Cool, I just thought I'd come hang out over here since everybody's gone. I don't really like being completely alone," she confessed.

"Sure, no problem," Jake said, "Let me run take a shower and then we'll hang out."

"Sounds good to me," she said, going back into the den and turning on the TV.

Jake ran upstairs, got some clean clothes and jumped in the shower. He showered quickly, threw on his clothes, hung up his towel, and headed back downstairs.

Toni was sitting on the couch with her shoes in the floor and her long legs pulled up under her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her sitting there. She looked up and saw him standing in the door way and smiled her little half smile which made her green eyes sparkle.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Jake asked.

"Well," Toni said, "Kaylee is having a get together at her pool this evening and invited us."

"Sounds good," Jake said. He really didn't care much for crowds, but he knew Toni wanted to go so....

"Really?" Toni asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Sure," Jake said. "I don't have anything else to do, and I did promise my mom that I'd keep an eye on you."

"Okay, go grab what you need and then we'll run over to my house and I'll get my stuff," she said, leaning down to put her sandals back on.

Jake went up to his room, put on his socks and shoes and grabbed a pair of swim trunks and an extra tee shirt, his sun glasses and a UT ball cap. Throwing everything in a gym bag, he headed back down stairs where Toni was waiting. They went out, locking the front door behind them.

Jake tossed his bag into the truck before following Toni over to her house.

"Come on up," she said, heading up the stairs. "I just need to grab a few things."

Jake followed along behind.

He looked around her room as he stood in the doorway. It was a typical teenage girl's room he assumed. He had only seen two teenage girls' rooms and they were pretty much the same. Posters of the latest celebrity heart throb, soft pastel colors, white bedroom furniture, a queen sized bed with a floral print comforter. She had a shelf, built like a pyramid, so each successive level had a shorter shelf.

On the bottom, she had five sea shells she and Jake had collected when their families had vacationed together at the beach a couple of summers ago. The next shelf had 4 snow globes that her Dad had gotten from his company travels over the years. Next were 3 plastic horses that Jake had given her over the years. One white, one black, and one a buckskin. Toni loved horses. Above that were 2 pictures. One was her and Jake, not long after he'd moved in next door, and the other was her and Jake at their high school graduation. The first picture had always been there, the second she changed every so often with a new one, and the replaced one went into an album she kept in her book shelf.

The top row was a single small shelf, and on it sat a pitiful little toy car with most of the paint missing and only three wheels. It had held the top spot on the shelf since she got it. It was her most prized possession.

"Hold this open," Toni said, handing him her bag.

Jake dutifully held the bag while she went around the room, digging things out of dresser drawers, closets, and clothes baskets. She reached in, grabbing an extra pair of panties and a bra which she threw toward the bag, but overshot slightly, hitting Jake right in the face with them. The bra bounced off and landed on his arm, the panties however hung there precariously from the bill of his hat, the light cotton fabric not having enough weight or gravity to fall.

"Oops," Toni giggled, "sorry about that."

Jake blew on the panties and they dislodged and fell into the bag. "Uh, no worries," he said, his face now flaming red.

Toni grabbed the rest of her stuff, tossed it in the bag, and grabbing the bra still laying across his arm, put it in the bag as well.

"Ready to go," she announced.

Jake zipped the bag up and following Toni, headed back down stairs.

Kaylee’s House.

A dozen or so people were already at Kaylee's house when they arrived. It was about a half and half mix of guys and girls. Everyone was laughing, splashing and having a good time. Jake and Toni went into the pool house to change into their swim suits. Toni went into the changing room and Jake went in the bathroom where he changed into his swim trunks and a navy blue sleeveless tee shirt. They came back out at about the same time. Toni had on the turquoise bikini with a white wrap around her waist that went almost all the way to the floor. Jake's pulse tripled in an instant and he could feel himself beginning to get erect at the sight of her. He picked up a beach ball that was sitting in the corner and held it in front of himself, hoping she wouldn't realize what he was doing. He was scared to think of what Toni would say if she knew he was having these thoughts about her. He was her best friend, and was supposed to protect her, but lately he felt like it was him she needed protection from.

They went out of the pool house and Jake jumped immediately into the pool, hoping the cool water would help cool him off, both literately and figuratively. He watched as Toni went over to say hi to Kaylee and Steve who were sitting on the covered swinging chair.

"Hey Toni," Kaylee said as Toni walked up to her. "You remember Steve," she said, patting him on the leg.

"Yes, hey Steve," Toni said.

"Hey Toni," Steve replied. "Hey, I wanted to apologize about Travis. Kaylee told me about what he tried to do with you. He's a freaking idiot and a steroid jock. We went by his Dad's house and let him know that if he showed his face around here, or especially you, that we'd help your boyfriend beat his ass."

"Her what?" Kaylee asked.

"Her boyfriend, the tall guy she's always with." Steve turned to Toni. "Isn't that your boyfriend?"

"No," she said, looking at Jake standing in the pool, leaning against the side, his eyes closed and his head tilted back, his face to the sun, "he's my best friend. He has been since we were six years old."

"He must be a good friend because he messed Travis up. He had busted teeth, a fractured jaw, a concussion. That's the kind of damage done by someone that loves you." Steve said, "in my opinion anyway."

Could that be true Toni pondered? Could he love her the way she loved him? She knew he loved her, but was it the kind of love that would make him want her the way she wanted him?

"He watches you," Steve said, "not creepy stalker like, but like you're very special to him. I noticed it at the lake the other day, that's why I thought y'all were together."

"Toni!" Someone was coming through the crowd toward her.

"Stormy!" Toni exclaimed as the blonde girl made her way through the small crowd of people.

Stormy Davis was the stereotypical blonde bomb shell. She was 5'7", long wavy blonde locks, bright blue eyes that Toni had wondered more than once if they were colored contacts. She had an hourglass figure with large tits that weren't what Nature provided but were really expensive, a slim waist, and flared hips. She had been the head cheerleader her senior year at their high school. Toni was never a cheerleader, preferring instead to actually play sports instead of cheering for them. She had played basketball, volleyball, softball, and soccer.

Stormy finally reached the small group and gave Toni a hug.

"So, how have you been since graduation?" she asked Toni.

"Just trying to enjoy the summer before starting to college in the fall," Toni said.

"So where's Jake?" Stormy asked, looking around. Everyone knew you rarely saw one without the other.

"He's in the pool," Toni pointed him out.

"Mmm, I wish he'd take that tee shirt off. I can see his big shoulders, arms, and chest through the shirt, but I bet they'd look a lot better without it," she said wistfully.

Toni suddenly had the urge to take Stormy over to the pool and hold her head underwater. Where did that come from? Was she jealous of Stormy wanting so see Jake's body. Short answer: hell yes, she was. Stormy had a reputation that seemed to come along with being head cheerleader. Rumor was that she was very sexually active and that once she set her sights on a guy, that was it. They were conquests to her, and once she got what she wanted, she moved on to the next one.

Toni suddenly wanted to introduce her to Travis, but then immediately felt bad. Sexual-free-spirit or not, no woman should ever be forced to do something they didn't want to do.

"He has a sensitivity to the sun," Toni said, repeating the story that had been made up years prior to explain why he never took his shirt off in front of anyone. "His back and chest break out in an awful rash if they get too much sun."

"Well that's just a shame," Stormy said, watching Jake in the pool.

Toni took her wrap off and set it on the seat next to Kaylee. "I'm going to go jump in for a bit," she said, walking off toward the pool.

Jake saw her coming and smiled. She took three running steps and jumped, right at him. He tried to catch her, but her momentum took them both to the bottom of the pool.

Jake came up for air, and saw Toni had already surfaced, laughing. He couldn't help but smile as the reflections of the sunlight off of the water danced across her emerald eyes.

She swam over next to him and whispered in his ear. "Somebody's been checking you out."

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"Yep, Stormy Davis was just up there asking me all about you," Toni teased.

He looked up and spotted Stormy, and she did appear to be looking and smiling at him.

"Why would she be asking about me?" he asked, confused.

"Well, apparently she thinks my best friend is a hunk," she said, winking at him.

Stormy was beautiful in a movie star sort of way. Her folks came from old Texas Oil, so she was rich, and could afford the best of everything and she was used to getting her way. Toni wondered if Jake might be interested in Stormy.

Jake had never dated. He would talk to the girls in their circle of friends, but he had never sought out a girl in a romantic sense. She had attributed that to his past, and not trusting intimate relationships, but as they got into their teens she expected hormones to take over and that natural drive that seems to exist in every man to reproduce the species to come forth, but for Jake, he had never pursued anyone that she knew of. Was he truly so broken that he might never have a loving physical relationship?

"Yeah, right," Jake said. "She could have any guy in our class."

"I think she's already had most of them," Toni quipped with a wicked smile.

Jake just grinned. His best friend had a caustic wit when she wanted to.

"Maybe you should ask her out," Toni suggested.

"Uh, what?" Jake asked, stunned.

"I know she'd go out with you."

"Well, I can't," Jake said.

"Why not?" Toni pressed.

"I just can't." Jake suddenly had that look in his eyes, like a trapped animal. He turned, climbed up the ladder and headed straight to the pool house.

Toni stood there, watching him practically run into the pool house. What had that been about? Had she pushed him too far? Was he really that afraid of intimacy? She felt horrible for making him scared like that. She got out of the pool, got her towel to dry off, and collected her wrap.

She decided to give him a little time and assumed that he would be back so she mingled, speaking with friends here and there, mostly Kaylee and Steve. After nearly an hour had passed and Jake was still not back, she began to get worried.

She went to the pool house and looked around, but Jake was nowhere to be found. She looked where he had put their bags. Her bag was still there, but his was gone.

She went back outside and looked around but couldn't find him. She walked around to where they had parked the truck. His truck was there, but when she opened the door, she saw his keys lying in the seat. She knew he hadn't left them there when they had arrived, so she assumed that he left on foot, but had left her with the truck to get home.

Toni quickly went back to the pool house, threw her shirt and shorts on over her swimsuit, and headed out. She drove his truck toward his house, expecting to see him before she got there, but he was not on the road. Had he walked the whole five miles back home this quickly?

She parked the truck and mounted the front steps of the house. The front door was locked, but she had his truck keys, and knew where the hidden key was on the front porch. Unlocking the door, she ran up the stairs to his room. The door was open so she looked in. Jake was lying on his back on the bed. His arms folded over his face. His chest still moving up and down rapidly from the exertion of running all the way home, his blonde hair was plastered to his forehead from the swimming and the sweat. His face and arms were flushed.

Toni padded over on bare feet and eased herself down on the bed next to him. Laying her head on his chest and stretching her arm over his stomach. She felt his body tense at her touch. He had always avoided physical contact with everyone, except for his parents, and her. She was afraid that she might suddenly lose her place in this exclusive club. She started to remove her arm when he reached down with his left hand and stopped her. Holding her arm across his stomach.

"Toni, I'm sorry," Jake started out.

"No Jake, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that."

"No, it's not your fault. I know you didn't mean anything by it, it's just that the thought of asking out a girl, while I'm already in love with another girl; it just wouldn't be right." He said it in a low whisper.

"What do you mean, you're already in love with another girl?" She was both thrilled and terrified of what his answer might be.

"Toni," he confessed. "I love you. I always have, and I always will. I love you as my first and best friend, but I also love you in another way."

"And what way is that?" Toni asked, feeling light headed and giddy.

"In a way that I want to kiss you, and hold you in my arms forever. In a way that I want to make love to you if someday you loved me too."

"Well," Toni whispered in his ear, her hot breath causing an almost instant erection. "Welcome to someday Jake, because I do love you, too."

Jake moved his other arm and looked down at Toni who was looking up at him. She slowly moved up, never taking her eyes off of his, and placed her lips softly on his. Her right hand slid up his chest, up the side of his neck before moving to the back of his head, drawing his head down even further. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and her tongue reached out tentatively and touched his lips. At first she felt him stiffen, but then he opened his mouth and let her tongue enter. As it touched his tongue it was like an electric shock that flowed through his whole body. Jake's arms tightened around her body, pulling her on top of him. He could suddenly feel her tits pressing into his chest. As he kissed her more passionately she started to move her hips in such a way that she was rubbing directly on top of his rock hard erection.

"Umm," they both moaned in unison.

"Oh Jake," Toni said as she kissed neck, "I have wanted this for so long now."

"Me too." Jake whispered, nuzzling her neck and ear. "I have loved you, really loved you for so long now. I was so scared to act on it because I was afraid if you didn't feel the same way that you wouldn't or couldn't be my friend anymore and I just couldn't bear to think of that."

"Oh, baby. I thought the same thing. You have never expressed any interest in girls so I didn't know if that was something you were even interested in. I know the terrible things that you lived through, and that could mess someone up for life, and I'm not saying you're broken, but I wouldn't blame you if you had some reservations about getting in a physical relationship. I know how you are about being touched, and I know you tolerate it from me, but I didn't know if you actually liked it."

"You're right. I did have a rough go at the start. I know that since I came here that I'm safe, and cared for and loved, but I know I still have an issue about being touched. There are some memories that I don't know if I'll ever be able to repress, but that first day that you climbed the fence into my back yard and we played cars, and then I gave you that old car and

Touching Toni: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

Touching Toni: Part 1

Best friends find they both want something more.

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

Jake awoke from what was apparently a very good dream since he could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Lying on his side, facing the wall, he was still in that transition between sleep and wakefulness. Taking a deep breath and stretching he noticed a distinct and familiar smell. It was floral and fresh with a hint of strawberry. He started to roll over but something was pressed against his back. Craning his head around the first thing he saw were bare feet with red painted toe nails, ankles crossed with one foot lightly bouncing. Turning his head further, he saw bare legs, smooth, shapely, tan, and athletic. He next saw blue-jean shorts over narrow hips, a tucked in white tee shirt concealing firm, proud tits, one of which was covered by a cascade of blue-black hair which came almost to the waist, a long slender neck, clean jawline, supple lips, narrow nose, and deep emerald green eyes. The eyes, and the lips, held a smile as Jake looked at his unexpected visitor.

"Morning sleepy head," Toni said pertly.

"Hey Toni," Jake said sleepily, in his deep soft voice. "What's up?"

"Uh, not you," she joked. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up today. I started to wake you once, but you sounded like you were having a really good dream so I just got comfortable and waited for you to wake up."

"What time is it? How long have you been here?" Jake asked, still keeping his back to her because his erection was still raging.

Toni looked down at her phone. "It's 9:30 in the morning and I've been here about an hour or so."

"So what are you doing here so early on a Saturday morning?"

"Will you go with me to the mall today?" Toni asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I just need to take a shower," Jake said.

"Okay," she said looking at him with her trademark half-smile. She waited a full five seconds to see if he would move. He didn't.

"I'm going to get some orange juice," she said getting up off the bed. "You want some?"

"Uh, sure," he said, still looking back over his shoulder.

Toni left her sandals on the floor next to his bed and padded barefoot out the door, headed to the kitchen.

Jake jumped out of bed with tented boxers. He grabbed some clean underwear, a pair of khaki shorts and a tee shirt and headed down the hall to the bathroom, but only after looking both ways at the door to make sure no one would see him.

Turning on the shower as soon as he got inside the bathroom, he stripped his boxers off and threw them in the hamper.

Feeling the water before stepping into the shower, he put both hands on the wall and let the water flow over his head and down his back. At 6'3" he had to bend slightly at the waist to get his head below the shower head. His broad back was pale compared to his face, neck and arms which were nicely tanned. Jake had the classic farmer's tan, meaning he was rarely out in the sun without a shirt on. The reason for that was evident in the raised red scars crisscrossing his back.

Fostered.

Jake had grown up in the foster care system. His mother had abandoned him on the steps of a church in Cleveland, Ohio when he was a day old. He was handed over to social services and placed with a family that made a living out of gaming the foster care system. Child care was not on their list of priorities. He was barely fed, never loved, and when the man of the house had a little too much to drink, the boy became the target of his evil inclinations.

When he was 6 years old, and after a particularly harsh beating, he had waited until his foster parents had finally passed out from drink, took the only thing he owned, a small metal car with one wheel missing, and he left. It was raining and cold. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he wasn't staying here anymore.

He walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, passed street corners where hookers and drug dealers plied their trades, past darkened alleyways where junkies snorted and injected drugs, some of them for the last time. He felt invisible, as he had so often in his home. Unseen and unheard until fate or just plain bad luck seemed to shine a spotlight upon him, making him the most visible thing in the room. A target. On this night though, thankfully, he remained invisible. Cold and wet, but invisible to those around him.

Suddenly he smelled something that smelled like heaven. Someone was cooking and his stomach was growling. Driven by hunger, he followed his nose down an alley until he found a door propped open and the smells coming out where too much to resist. He went inside and found a pan of fresh bread rolls. He grabbed one and started eating. He didn't hear the large man that walked up behind him.

"Would you like a glass of milk with that?" a voice behind him asked.

He spun around like a cornered animal, looking for an escape.

The man could see the fear in the boy's eyes. He backed up so that he wasn't too imposing and knelt down on one knee. "It's okay son, I'm not going to hurt you," he said holding his empty hands, palms out, toward him. "Would you like some eggs and bacon?" he asked.

"What's bacon?" the boy asked quietly.

"What's bacon?" the man asked stunned. "Well son, it's only the best dang breakfast food on the planet. It's practically its own food group."

"I've never had any bacon," he said, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"What's your name son?"

The boy stood, not answering, looking down at the floor.

"It's okay son, you're not in trouble. My name's Mike." He held out his large hand.

The boy automatically flinched back, away from his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey; it's okay. No one's going to hurt you, I promise," Mike said soothingly. "You do have a name don't you?"

The boy shook his head slowly, side to side.

"Well, how about we call you, uh, Jake?"

"Jake," the boy whispered. It was the first time in memory that he had an actual name, other than kid, brat, bastard, or any of a hundred names of the type. He nodded his head and said again, "Jake."

"Okay Jake, how about those eggs and bacon?"

"Okay," Jake said, his head slowly nodded.

Scrambled eggs and bacon soon became Jake's favorite food in the world. It was so good. He had eaten two scrambled eggs and was on his 6th piece of bacon when he heard someone knocking on the back door of the diner.

"Jake, this is John." Mike said, introducing the man who came in. "John is a policeman and he helps people."

"Hey Jake," John said. Mike had already warned him about trying to touch the boy. "Like Mike said, I'm a police detective. My job is to help people. Do you need help, Jake?"

Jake sat, looking at Mike and John for a few moments before very slowly nodding his head.

"Okay, finish your breakfast, and we'll get Mike to make you a sack lunch to take with us, and we'll go for a ride in my car, okay?"

"Okay," Jake whispered.

"Hey Mike, would you have any of MJ's clothes here? He's about Jake's size isn't he?" John asked. MJ was Mike Jr., Mike's 5 year old son.

"You know, I think I do. I keep a change of clothes for him here because whenever he comes by to visit he invariably gets something on his shirt or his pants so I keep a couple sets of clothes here."

Mike left the room and soon came back with a shirt, pair of pants, and even a pair of sneakers.

"Hey Jake, would you like to change into some dry clothes?"

"Okay," Jake said.

"All right, come on back here where you can have some privacy."

Mike took Jake to his office and gave him the clothes, "Here you go bud, put these on."

Mike closed the door, but walked around the side of the office where there was a window. He just wanted to make sure Jake could get changed okay. When he looked through the window, the blood drained from his face. "John," he hissed.

John came over and looked through the window. He saw Jake gingerly removing his old, wet tee shirt. The red lashes across his back were angry, swollen, and fresh. "My God," Mike said in an emotional whisper. John simply shook his head. In his line of work, he had seen this type of thing far too often, and he never got used to it.

When he was changed, Jake was taken to the police department where he was able to give the names of his foster parents. They were arrested, charged, and would be in prison for many years to come.

John called his sister, Diane, in Texas, because he knew that she and her husband had recently found out that they would never be able to have children and had been talking about adopting. He arranged with the social services representative to meet with Diane and Bob Hardin. Within the month, Jake was getting on his first airplane, bound for Dallas, Texas.

Bob and Diane understood the uphill battle they faced with Jake. They knew that years of abuse would be hard to overcome, but they were kind, patient, supportive and now Jake was 18, having just graduated in the top five percent of his class, with academic scholarships for pretty much anywhere he wanted to go. He still had his physical scars, and his emotional scars. He still did not like to be touched. He would willingly accept physical contact from only three people. His adopted parents and Toni Flint.

Jake moved in with Bob and Diane, to a quiet suburb in The Colony, Texas. Soon after, he was outside, playing in their spacious back hard. Though his adoptive parents had bought him many new toys, he still played with his familiar old three wheeled car. On this day, as he played, he heard a voice call to him with a simple, "Hi."

Jake turned to see a girl about his age standing at the fence between his yard and the yard next door. She was tan with long hair that was shiny black like a crow's wing. She had green eyes that seemed to look into his soul.

"Hi," Jake said.

"What's your name?"

"Jake."

"Hi Jake, I'm Toni."

"Isn't that a boy's name?"

"Not when you spell it with an 'I'," she said pertly.

"Do you want to play?" Jake asked her.

"Sure." Toni climbed the chain link fence without a moment's hesitation.

"What are you playing?" Toni asked him.

"Cars," Jake said.

"Okay. Do you have another car?"

"No, but you can play with mine," Jake said, handing her the beat up little car.

"Thank you," Toni said.

After playing and talking for a while, they heard a voice calling. "Toni, Toni Flint!"

"Oh, there's my mom," Toni said, holding the little car out to Jake.

"You can keep it," Jake said quietly.

Toni looked at the pitiful little car and smiled a little half smile. "Thank you," she said and reached out and grabbed Jake in a big hug. Jake stood stock still for a second before slowly reaching his arms around her.

Diane Hardin, watching from the kitchen window smiled, even as a tear fell from her eye.

Toni and Jake has been inseparable best friends ever since.

Morning Routine.

After taking care of his morning wood, Jake finished showering, jumped out, dried off quickly, brushed his teeth, shaved, put on after shave and deodorant, and finally put on his shorts and tee shirt. Back in his room, he found Toni, again laying back on his bed, holding her phone in one hand and a pop tart in the other. Two glasses of orange juice, one already half empty, sat on the bedside table.

He was still rubbing his head with a towel when he walked into the room. He threw the towel on the desk chair, and grabbed some socks and shoes. Putting them on, he said, "Okay, ready to go."

Toni looked over at him and shook her head while making little clucking noises with her tongue. Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she pointed back at the desk chair.

"Sit," she commanded.

Jake looked at Toni and sat back down in the desk chair.

Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a comb and walked around behind his chair. She ran her fingers through his wild mass of blonde hair. His hair was close cut on the sides and back, but longer on the top in what was called a side-part fade. For some reason, he always forgot to comb his hair. He was very hygienic, always clean, showered, shaved, but he never seemed to remember to comb his hair.

His first year of school after moving in with the Hardin's, he would catch the school bus in front of Toni's house. He would always be there, sitting on her steps waiting for her. Most mornings his hair would be sticking every direction at once. She started carrying a comb in her backpack. She would take it out, work her way through his blonde hair before she would finally step back, look him over and declare him, "Good to Go." What she didn't know what that Jake's mother made sure his hair was combed before he left the house, but he would intentionally mess it up on the walk over to Toni's so that he could feel her hands on his head as she combed his hair.

Today she was standing behind him, pulling the comb through his hair, setting the part, before spinning his chair around and looking down into his pale, ice-blue eyes as he looked up at her, and smiled. She looked back up to his hair, combed a few stray locks into place and declared him, "Good to go."

Mall Walking.

Walking through the mall they made quite the pair. Jake at 6'3" with wide shoulders and narrow hips, wore an orange University of Texas tee shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black Under Armor running shoes. Toni was 5'10", her dark skin and raven black hair, evidence of her Native American ancestry from her father's side, but whose emerald eyes were definitely a throwback to her mother's Icelandic family roots.

"Are we looking for anything in particular today?" Jake asked as they rode the escalator up to the second floor.

"We're meeting Kaylee and she and I have to do a little quick shopping. Then I was hoping we could go by the lake and maybe grill some burgers, and hang out. It's the beginning of summer and we've graduated high school so this is our last summer before we all scatter and go off to college."

When he didn't respond, she looked up at him and saw in his eyes a combination of fear, anxiety, and sadness.

"Jake?" Toni asked, putting her hand on his arm.

"Yeah?" he said. The look in his eyes was gone. This worried her more than the fear, this was his mask that he had learned to put on in the years before he came to Texas. The mask that he hides behind when he feels like he needs to retreat into himself.

"Oh Jake...." Toni started, concern showing in her eyes.

"Hey guys, over here!" they heard as they reached the top of the escalator.

Coming toward them was Kaylee Anderson, her brown wavy hair bouncing as she trotted toward them. She was cute with a big smile and big chocolate brown eyes. At 5'3" she seemed tiny next to Jake and Toni. What most people noticed about her though were the 36 D tits that seemed oddly out of place on her otherwise tiny frame.

"Kaylee!" Toni said, hugging her best girl friend.

"I'm so glad to see you guys," Kaylee said. "Hey, Jake."

"Hey, Kaylee," Jake smiled at her. Kaylee had been friends with Toni and Jake since the 9th grade, so she knew Jake's aversion to physical contact, so even though she was a "hugger," she knew not to try to hug Jake.

"Have you found anything yet?" Toni asked.

"I haven't really looked yet, I was waiting on you. This is kind of a two person job. I need your opinion."

"Well let's get to it."

The two girls headed off with Jake close behind. He wasn't paying much attention until the girls turned into a store with swim suits adorning all the mannequins in the windows.

"I think I'll wait out here in the concourse."

"But Jake, we need your opinion on our new swim suits," Kaylee said.

"Toni can give you an opinion," Jake said nervously.

"A man's opinion is always better," Kaylee insisted.

"Please," Toni said.

Jake looked over and saw exactly what he expected to see. Toni's pout face, that she knew he couldn't say no to.

"Ugh, okay, let’s get this over with," Jake sighed.

Kaylee clapped her tiny hands and Toni hooked her arm in his and pulled him along.

Fitting Room.

Jake was sitting in a chair close to the dressing rooms and the girls had both gone back with several suits each.

Kaylee was the first to come out. She had a bright yellow two piece bikini that looked like the structural integrity of the string holding the top up may have been at its design limits. She spun around two times allowing him to see the front and the back. The bottoms were high cut at the hips and hugged tightly to her rounded back side.

"Well?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, Kaylee, it looks great," Jake stammered. He could feel his ears getting red.

"Jake Hardin, are you blushing?" Kaylee trilled.

"No, er, oh come on, Kaylee, you know I'm not the right guy for this," Jake said, looking anywhere other than directly at her.

Kaylee just laughed and headed back to the dressing room. Jake leaned over, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. "How do I get myself into these situations?" he asked, to no one in particular.

"Jake?"

Jake looked up and froze. Toni stood there in a turquoise two piece. The contrast between her dark skin and the suit was amazing. The top showed off her perfect tits. He could faintly see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of the top. The bottom of the suit was small but tasteful. Toni actually looked a little bashful as she turned slowly for his inspection. Jake could feel his temperature rising up his neck and into his face; and that wasn't all that was rising.

"Wow," Jake said, his deep voice barely audible.

"Do you like it?" Toni asked almost bashfully.

"Uh, yeah Toni, it, uh, looks great on you," he said. He was staring and he knew it, but he couldn't look away.

"You really think so?" she asked, looking down at herself.

"Yeah, Toni, I really think so; you're, I mean it's beautiful," he said, reverently.

Was he saying "I'm beautiful?" she asked herself, looking up to see him openly staring at her. She felt butterflies in her stomach and a familiar warming sensation a little further down.

"Yeah, I like this one too, I think I'll get it," she said, turning to walk back to the dressing room. Passing a full length mirror she looked and saw Jake's reflection. It appeared that his eyes were glued to her ass as she retreated. Her lips curled up in her little half smile.

Grub.

They made a stop at the grocery store where they picked up some premade hamburger patties, hot dogs, buns, condiments, salad fixings, drinks, paper plates, napkins, charcoal, and some ice. Most of this went into the large ice-chest in the bed of Jake's truck. With everything chilling in the ice chest, they headed for Lewisville Lake.

They found one of the public camping areas, close to the water, with picnic tables and a grill. Evidently, the girls had been on their phones during the drive because within a half hour several of their other friends showed up.

While the guys messed around in the water, the girls laid out on towels to work on their tans, and so everyone could see their new swim suits.

Jake was busy getting the grill going when a group of guys about their age came wandering up. Evidently they knew a couple of the guys and girls from their group and they were talking. One of the group, a tall jock-type named Travis, seemed especially interested in Toni. He was maybe an inch taller than Jake and looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. He was currently laying on a

Sensational Massage

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 17 May 2026 15:30:49 -0500

A new masseuse releases tension in all the tight spaces.

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

She sat nervously in the waiting room of the new masseuse in town. Sarah had her own massage lady, but she had to unexpectedly cancel their standing weekly appointment. Normally Sarah would wait till the following week, but these last few days back at work had been increasingly stressful and her body ached with the tension. Sarah decided to give this new spa a desperate try, before her condition got any worse.

She scrolled through her phone, sipping the peppermint tea he had provided while she waited. Not a peppermint tea person, but his sweet smile melted her resistance and she had taken the cup willingly. The foyer was simply decorated, a soft green on the walls with a bamboo water feature that gave the impression of a relaxing rainforest. Soft pan music drifted in from the private rooms behind the curtain.

She didn't notice him standing at the doorway watching her scroll. She stopped on a gif of a male driving his hard cock into the woman on the bed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Sarah shifted in the seat and began biting her thumb, something she did when she became aroused.

He prepared the room and returned to the foyer to collect his next client. As he opened the curtain he saw her scrolling through Twitter. She flipped past various sports posts and liked short story posts and amusing anecdotes. Her scrolling stopped on a sexually explicit gif and he smiled. He watched as she placed her thumb nail between her teeth and bit down.

She watched the gif for longer than she intended to, feeling her body respond. She was about to scroll on when she felt a presence in the room. She looked up to see the masseuse peering over her shoulder. She blushed and quickly closed the app.

He smiled at her and led her through the curtain to a room at the end of the hallway. Stepping inside she instantly felt the cool air-conditioner. Her nipples responded immediately. She folded her arms across her chest, hoping he did not notice; secretly hoping he did.

"Hi, I'm Nigel. What areas of concern do you have?" he asked as he gestured for her to sit on the bed.

She breathed deep, composing herself, "My neck and shoulders mostly. They are so tight." She pushed her chest out, forgetting the excitement her nipples showed, and stretched her neck to demonstrate her tightness.

He smiled, "I find that tension can be released from all parts of the body so a full body massage would be best."

Sarah nodded.

Nigel began to leave the room for Sarah to get ready. As he walked through the door he turned, "Fully naked please, I just find that is easier and less messy on your clothes."

Before she could respond he was gone. Sarah looked around the room and nervously began to undress. The décor was similar to the foyer, calming green and bamboo ornaments. The massage bed was bigger and wider than she was used to, but she found it quite comfortable once laying down. She draped the large bath sheet over her back and waited for Nigel to return.

She closed her eyes and relaxed as he entered the room. The lights dimmed and the music began, a soft Gregorian chant emanating from a speaker in the corner. She breathed deeply as she felt his hands on her feet. He flipped the towel back, uncovering one leg, then applied soft gentle pressure and caresses followed by his fingers expertly pressing into pressure points. She felt her whole body relax, the tension beginning to leave her aching muscles.

He moved up one leg, kneading the tight muscles of her calves. She caught her breath as he found each knot, concentrating his knuckles in a circular motion till each released. He followed this up with a gentle caress of the area. His fingers moved to her thighs, pressing into the stiff muscles.

"You are very tight in your lower body."

"Yes," was all she could manage as she breathed through the pain.

He worked his way along her right leg, releasing each knot and rubbing the recovering muscle. His fingers reached her buttocks and began gentle circles over the right cheek. The circles started small, but as they grew bigger Sarah wondered how big of a perimeter he would go. Her eyes shot open as she was sure she felt his finger rim her tight entrance.

Sarah lay still, not wanting to say anything in case she had imagined it, but then she felt it again, circling then gentle pressure. Her body involuntarily responded, her hips rising to meet him. She blushed and immediately dropped her body back onto the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping he did not notice.

He covered her right leg back under the large towel, then moved to her left leg and started the process again. She breathed through the knots and relaxed as he caressed her sore muscles. Once again he began small circles on her left cheek. She bit her lip as she felt his finger at her puckered hole. He pushed in again, her hips responding once more. She felt the tip of his finger penetrate her arse and a moan escaped her lips. The finger remained briefly before the massage continued.

His hands travelled over her back as he moved to the head of the bed. She felt the towel turned down to her butt, then oil dripping over her body before his strong fingers began to hard caress of her tense muscles. As he leaned over her she could feel the hard protrusion of his cock rub at her head. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of this guy getting hard massaging her body. She hadn't felt sexy in a long time, her pussy responded to the thought.

His thumbs dug into her upper back and shoulders, kneading each knot and caressing the tension away. She closed her eyes again, breathing through the pain and feeling the stress drain away with each gentle caress. His thumbs ran down her spine to her hips, his fingers dug into her cheeks, before spreading out and gliding back up along the side of her ribs. As his hands reached her chest, she felt his fingers graze her wide set breasts.

Again her eyes shot open, did she really feel that. His hands travelled down her spine again, fingers gripping her cheeks, moving back up. This time his fingers pushed further around to pinch her nipples. She definitely felt that and tried to stifle the groan that slipped out between her lips. Once more he moved down her spine, over her cheeks, up her ribs, gripping her breasts in each hand, squeezing. She couldn't control her reaction as she felt her breasts in his hands.

He stood to the side, lifting the towel back up over her shoulders to hide her modesty. "Move onto your back please," his husky voice betrayed his own arousal.

Sarah rolled over. She was excited to experience the rest of the massage. He adjusted the towel over her body and placed a lavender mask over her eyes, then moved back down to her feet. He moved the towel to expose her right leg and began to massage her thigh. Fingers dug into the muscles as he had done with the rest of her body. Slowly his hands moved up towards her hip. As he reached the top, he moved his attention inward. Sarah jumped as she felt a finger caress her swelling lips.

She could feel the digit hovering over the sensitive area and she groaned at the tease, no longer trying to hide her arousal. She heard him chuckle before he gently tapped her clit. Her whole body convulsed at the sudden touch.

"Not yet," he whispered.

He covered her right leg and repositioned on the left, moving the towel and beginning the massage once more. As he moved up her thigh her legs parted, she wanted him closer. He took his time, prolonging the tease. This time as he got to her hip, he began to circle her mound. She whimpered as the circle gradually grew bigger, his finger moving closer and closer to her sensitive bud.

He pulled his finger back just as he was about to tap her clit once more. She gripped the bed sheets tightly, resisting the urge to force him to touch her. He lifted the towel and folded it over to cover her chest, leaving both legs and hips exposed. The air-conditioner created goosebumps on her flesh. She could hear him moving around her but dared not removed the lavender sack from her eyes.

She felt the bed shift as a weight was added to it. His fingers pushed into the souls of her feet as he maneuvered her legs up and apart. His fingers slid down her calves and pushed against her hamstrings, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy to him. She felt the cool air on her saturated lips and heard him groan.

"God I'm so wet," she could feel his breath on her inner thigh and tensed waiting for the massage to continue.

She felt his tongue first, the pointed muscle licked along her pussy lips before flickering over her clit. She gripped the bed, arching her head back, stretching her neck. His hand slipped under the towel to pinch her nipple as his tongue pushed between her swollen lips, tasting her juices. She moaned loudly, not caring anymore. He twisted her nipple between his fingers and pulsed his tongue into her pussy.

Sarah relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall wider apart, giving him more access. His left hand moved from her nipple to her stomach, holding her down. She laced her fingers in his as she felt two fingers of his right hand press into her aching pussy. Sarah arched her back, pushing her hips down onto his fingers, begging him to drive deeper inside.

He closed his mouth over her clit and began to wiggle his fingers inside her.

Sarah's hips bucked as the sensations grew in the pit of her stomach. Fingers deep inside her pussy, Nigel concentrated on her throbbing bud, sucking and licking it relentlessly. He could feel her orgasm growing has her body tensed, her hips rising from the bed.

Sarah felt the orgasm building. Electricity flooded her body as he attacked her clit. Her body tensed, her hips bucking. He held her torso down with his left hand, pushing his left hand's 2 fingers deeper into her pulsating pussy. She tried to pull away but her held her tight, her whole body vibrating as she came. His tongue caressed her sensitive lips as his fingers left her empty.

Breathing heavily, she felt him hovering over her, his tongue sliding over her stomach and circling a nipple. He lowered his hips, the head of his cock resting against her gushing pussy lips. He encroached her lips with his cock, driving his throbbing rod deep into her, balls deep in one thrust. Her utterance was muffled by his tongue & lips. He rested, allowing her to become accustomed to the long, thick rod stretching her pussy.

He pulled away and whispered in her ear, "Hard or soft?"

Sarah bit her lip and smiled, "Hard."

Though she could not see him, she could have sworn he smiled, "Yes ma'am."

He held his weight as he thrust into her, pounding her pussy as requested. Sarah arched her head back once more, gripping the edge of the bed, her legs wrapped around the strong man owning her. Each thrust pushed deeper into her, stretching her pussy. The exquisite mix of pleasure and pain reignited the electricity in her body and the familiar sensations began to build.

He bit her exposed neck, surprising her, and whispered again, "Where shall I cum?"

"Cum deep inside my hungry pussy," she panted.

He groaned, feeling his cock tighten at the thought. He pulled fully out of her, grabbed her hips and turned her over, on her elbows and knees. Pushing her head down on the bed, he dug his fingers into her arse cheeks, reefing her back as he speared his throbbing cock into her aching pussy. Sarah yelped as he filled her more deeply than before.

She pushed back on him as he assaulted her from behind. She could feel her juices dribbling down her legs as each thrust produced more lubricant than she had ever experienced. His heavy balls slapped against her over-sensitive clit, giving rise to her second, more intense orgasm. He felt her body tense and begin to spasm. Her pussy contracted around his bulging shaft bringing him to a mountainous release. As he felt her tip over the edge, he pressed a finger into her puckered entrance. Sarah exploded feeling the intruder in her arse. Her body shook violently as she bit into the towel to stop screaming. Nigel drove deep and erupted, painting her pussy with his seed. His cock twitched with each spurt making her body vibrate, milking him.

Panting, he sat back, his spent cock sliding out of her stretched pussy. Sarah remained on her knees, face on the bed, her legs still shaking from the orgasm. She could feel his cum mixing with her orgasm and dripping down her leg. She didn't care. As the last of the juices flowed, she felt his tongue once again on her pussy lips. She moaned, pushing her arse back as he flicked over her raging clit, her body convulsing with each touch.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling her body react. Bearing down on the bud he brought her to a final orgasm. She felt the churning in her stomach rise quickly before it took her. Tears fell from her eyes as she was brought to another intense climax.

Her legs gave out and she lay on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Nigel pulled his pants back on and left the room, returning with another peppermint tea.

"Shall I book you in for another massage next week?"

She smiled, "Most definitely!"

By Nyissa for Literotica