Virgin Tryst

A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 2

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sat, 27 Jun 2026 02:17:00 +0000

Abby rescues a Continental soldier.

In 15 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Just before dawn when the sun was trying to rise, her new companion awoke, retching and coughing beneath his hood. Shit! She'd forgotten about that in her hurry to leave! She quickly ripped the hood off and turned his head so he wouldn't choke to death on his vomit. She poured water from her canteen over his face and wiped him clean while he coughed and gagged until his breathing returned to normal. He turned his head to face her and she felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Piercing grey eyes met her beautiful blue ones as she took in his beaten and bruised countenance. She'd never seen a more handsome man in her life! She couldn't stop her hand from brushing his dark curls from his face and she felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him.

"Hello, Angel," he said in a parched voice. "Water, please," he croaked. She quickly put a small hand under his head and raised him to drink. He drank deeply until she pulled away.

"Easy there. Not too much or you'll get sick again." He sighed and she laid his head back. She didn't know what to say to him, she was absolutely tongue tied, even covered in filth and vomit he stole the heart from her chest.

"What's your name, Angel?" he managed as he lay with his eyes closed.

"Abigail, my friends call me Abby," she stuttered awkwardly.

"I'm Alexander, my friends call me Alec. As my rescuer, you may call me anything you like," he quipped with a wry smile.

"I shall think on it, for now I shall call you Heavy, because you were extremely difficult to drag here," she said merrily, finally finding her voice. He groaned and painfully shifted his bulk.

"My arms are killing me, laying on them for so long is hard to do," he said painfully.

"I'm so sorry, we had to leave quickly and get away from the road. I haven't had time to attend to you," she apologized.

"Don't worry yourself. I'm just thankful my guardian angel rescued me," he said softly while looking up at her. She felt herself falling into his gorgeous eyes, then caught herself. She busied her hands by freeing him from the travois and sitting him up. His arms and hands were blue from bad circulation and his wrists torn and bloodied from the manacles. His thigh was caked with dried blood from his stab wound but appeared to have stopped bleeding. Bravely, she straddled his legs and sat in his lap to attend to his face. She swabbed it with a wet rag and gave him more to drink.

She noticed his eyes wandering down to her cleavage and she felt a trickle of desire, knowing that he was finding her attractive. When he was as clean as she could get him, she fed him some hardtack and dried meat along with plenty of water.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to remove your manacles. If I can take you to my camp I have a hammer and chisel and I can get those things off of you," she volunteered.

"That would be wonderful, is it far from here?"

"If you can ride, a day. If I drag you, a couple days."

"I'll ride. Bouncing along on those boards was horrible."

"Can you try now? We really should be going. I apologize but it'll be a rough go for you," she said gently.

"Abby, doing anything with you will be far more pleasant than my former situation."

She smiled to herself. She was really growing to like him. It was her first compliment from a man other than her father and she liked it.

After a minor battle of strength, she got him to his feet and next to her horse. He'd just lodged his foot in a stirrup when he paused.

"Um, Abby? It appears I must relieve myself. All that water has run right through me."

She looked at him and waited, then realized he couldn't help himself with his arms manacled behind him.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I need your help," he said while blushing deeply.

"Um, okay. Do you mind?"

"Of course. Please hurry though."

She crouched down and undid his belt and buttons. Recalling how she'd washed her Uncle when he was wounded, she bravely reached in to pull his cock out. She and Alec both gasped when her small hand met hot flesh. She took hold of him, shocked that her fingers didn't even come close to spanning his width. She slowly dragged him free and pointed his cock at the ground. With a ragged groan he cut loose with a mighty stream of urine that spattered in the dirt. She looked down and marveled at the sight of his huge member in her tiny fist. Glancing up at him she noticed his brilliant eyes were locked on her little hand wrapped around him. She felt a bit of jealousy because this hose can be pointed at will, and she imagined fun games she would play, targeting ants and other bugs with a fine hose like his. “Damn! All I get to do is squat and try to limit the splatter on my feet.” Then she realized he hear her say that, aloud. She felt her own face flame hot and he groaned again as his stream slowed to a stop.

"Done. Thank you, my Angel," he said softly, meeting her eye. "Your first time?" he asked with a mischievous wink. She giggled out loud.

"Indeed. Did I do good?"

"Yes, but you're not quite done. You must always do the shake."

"The shake?"

"The shake. One must always shake before putting oneself away," he said, fighting an embarrassed grin.

While he spoke, she became aware that he was growing quickly in her hand. Alarmed, she looked down to see him rising and lengthening in her fingers. She gently wriggled his cock and raised a curious eyebrow when a drop of urine fell to the ground.

"See? Always shake," he laughed. Her face red as a beet, she awkwardly stuffed his formidable cock back in his trousers and then hastily buttoned him up.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I tease to cover my own embarrassment. It was my first time as well."

"That's okay," she murmured. "We may as well get used to it. We've a long ride home."

She fought and struggled to get him on her mount, eventually using her strong hands to cup his firm ass and boost him up. A job she thoroughly enjoyed because she didn't have to look at his handsome face and become even more embarrassed. She marveled at how his strong muscles rippled under his uniform trousers. When he was seated, she nimbly hopped up behind him and nudged her horse forward to begin the difficult journey home.

She was sorry his hands were shackled but she loved how they felt brushing against her flat tummy as they rode. Her arms surrounded his lean waist as she guided their mount through the forest and her thoughts were heated when she imagined what he would look like, naked and making love to her. She shifted uncomfortably as her pussy soaked her undergarments while she fantasized about her new companion.

Suddenly, he shivered and swayed in the saddle and she instinctively tightened her arms around him.

"Alec? Alec?" She cried in alarm.

"I'm okay, I think, just cold," he moaned.

She rapidly felt his forehead. He was burning with fever! She gripped him closer and increased their pace. If she couldn't get him home before he passed out they'd be in real trouble! Throwing caution to the wind, she took a direct route to the closest road and then went as fast as she could while managing to keep him upright. It seemed like an eternity but she finally saw a whisper of smoke from their cabin chimney and as they drew near she shouted for Rose and June.

As it happened to be Sunday, the two beauties that ran from the cabin were freshly bathed and wearing dresses. Without a word they tried to catch Alec when he fell but his big body knocked them to the ground.

"He's burning up!" Abby cried. "Let's get him inside."

The three women tugged and pulled until they got him on the cabin floor. Abby quickly took charge.

"We need to strip him and cool him down. June, get some cold water from the creek. Rose, help me cut his clothing away."

Scraps of his uniform fell to the floor while June trickled cold water over his burning body. Abby ran for a small anvil along with a hammer and chisel. When they rolled him to his side get to his manacles the three gasped in horror. His back had been brutally whipped. Flayed skin hung in tattered strips and his wounds were seeping blood and other body fluids. Abby's eyes filled with hot tears when she realized how rudely she'd manhandled him to get him home and he hadn't complained for a minute, even when she'd been sneakily rubbing her breasts on his broad back during their journey.

She quickly struck his shackles off, then they nearly exhausted themselves getting his bulk up on the bed. While they cleaned and bandaged his many wounds he woke up for a short while and they managed to get more water in him before he passed out again. June and Rose began washing his tall frame while Abby went to tend her horse and stow her gear. When she returned the two women were whispering about their new companion.

"Can we keep him?" Rose asked, not so innocently.

"We must tend him back to health, it could take quite a while!" June exclaimed somewhat excitedly. Abby smiled tiredly at the two.

"Well, that answers my question as to if we'll welcome him in our camp," she said.

"Well of course!" Rose and June said together. They ran their damp cloths over his lean body, using their other hands to stroke and caress him while Abby watched in some jealousy.

"June, can you please start dinner?" Abby asked politely. Both June and Rose picked up on Abby's tone of voice and noted that her gaze hadn't left Alec's limp frame. With a knowing glance at each other they communicated that Alec belonged to Abby, at least for now.

Abby caught the look and tempered herself.

"Rose, can you help me finish getting him comfortable?"

The two cleaned him thoroughly while Abby related the story of the previous two days. When it came to cleaning his groin, Abby firmly took over and gently wiped his thick cock down, then lifted his heavy sack to clean between his cheeks. Rose watched enviously, wishing it were her babying him. He soon grew longer in Abby's small hand and she petted him gently, torn by concern for his wounds and the rapidly building wetness between her thighs.

"Abby," Rose whispered in awe. "He's more than two hands width long and your fingers don't come close to reaching around it. He's bigger than old Isaac! Certainly when he's fully hard he'll be a beast!"

"Hush, Rose! He'll hear you!" Abby whispered, then giggled aloud.

"I had to hold him while he peed on the ground. It was so embarrassing but terribly fun as well!"

"No! Oh, you lucky girl!" Rose enthused.

While the two whispered together and finished up, June served a hot supper of venison stew and rice. The wonderful odor seemed to bring Alec around and Abby managed to sit him up to feed him a few bites. For the first time he acknowledged that he was surrounded by beautiful women and he was more than embarrassed. Abby had noticed and covered him with a sheet up to his waist. He politely introduced himself to Rose and June and they colored a deep red, giggling behind their hands. He had no idea of the effect he was having on the sex starved females. As the warm food hit his belly he swiftly grew drowsy and struggled to keep his eyes open so Abby slid him down to his back and lay next to him. He sighed deeply and fell into a deep sleep. Rose and June started cleaning the dinner utensils and before they were done, both Abby and Alec were snoring gently.

June looked at the couple wistfully. "They look so beautiful together," she whispered to Rose, who kissed her gently. "We can only be happy for Abby. She positively glows when she looks at him."

The two girls banked the fire, blew out candles, and followed the couple to sleep.
Abby and Alec are intimate while the girls plot a threesome.
Chapter 4

Abby awoke in the night to a strange sensation. Alec had rolled to his side and his breath was stirring her hair. She gently touched his forehead to find that he was still warm but his fever seemed to be abating. She was getting warm herself so she carefully got up without disturbing him and removed her clothes. She slid back in beside him and laying on her side, nestled his head between her naked breasts. She shivered when his warm breath tightened her nipples and gave her goosebumps on her firm tits. He groaned and snuggled in closer while she smiled happily to herself, then she slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the wee hours of the morning Alec moaned loudly, waking Abby from a deep sleep. He was laying on his back and soaked in sweat. Hurriedly, she flipped the sheet off to cool him and in the predawn light saw an amazing sight. His arms were stiff at his sides and he was thrusting his hips in the air repeatedly while calling out her name. She gasped when she saw his pulsating cock. It was hard as steel and easily 10 inches long, thicker than her wrist and topped with a swollen head that defied belief.

Rose awoke from his calls and tumbled out of bed to hurry to his side.

"Help him, Abby, before he hurts himself!" she whispered fiercely. His face was a rictus of passion and his eyes were tightly shut as he writhed, locked in a fever dream of lust.

"How, Rose? How do I do it?" Abby begged her.

Rose took his thick shaft in her small hand and worked his length skillfully. He groaned louder and rammed his hips high, straining upwards while his face grew red and he held his breath while he reached for his orgasm.

"He's close, Abby. Here!" Rose released him and put Abby's hands on him. Awkwardly, she knelt and stroked him rapidly and his breath exploded from his lungs as he released massive gouts of hot cum that spattered him from rigid abs to collarbone. Abby cried out in surprise at the fountain of cum that sprang from his cock. He heaved and twisted while she hung on for dear life. Her tight fists stroked him from his large balls to his hugely swollen head, and Rose exclaimed in wonder when he bathed himself in ropes of cum that seemed to never end.

"My word, what an absolute cannon!" Rose whispered in a hoarse voice as his hips slowly lowered to the bed and his arms relaxed at his sides.

"Oh Abby," he groaned in delirium.

"Hush now, sweet Alec," she whispered, while stroking his still swollen cock in hands slick with cum. While his breathing calmed, Rose volunteered some advice.

"He's had what they call a wet dream. It happens to a man if he hasn't came for a long time. It was probably brought on by his fever dreams. Now what you need to do is milk him dry. Work his shaft from his balls up to the head and squeeze the cum out of him."

Abby awkwardly attempted to do what she was instructed but Rose lost patience.

"May I? she offered.

Abby reluctantly handed him off to Rose who was more than delighted. She skillfully worked his shaft, using her thumbs to work from the base of his shaft up to his swollen head until hot cum poured from the end and onto his belly. Abby gasped at the sheer volume that Rose produced from her ministrations. She remembered how Rose had licked the end of Williams cock and bravely leaned down over him. She covered Rose's hand with hers to still her movement, then licked a thick wad of cum from his dripping head. She rolled it in her mouth and then swallowed it down. It wasn't unpleasant at all she decided.

"Suck him," Rose said huskily.

Abby looked up at her and was startled to see the look on Rose's face. Her face and upper breasts were flushed red and her eyes were hot as she stared down at Alec's cock.

Abby tentatively opened her mouth and tried to fit him in. She had to work at it but he finally popped inside. She did as Rose instructed and sucked on him hard. She was rewarded with a taste that she knew she'd never forget. Hot and sweet, he filled her senses and she shivered as her pussy flooded with juice. She drew a ragged groan from him, then he relaxed completely into unconsciousness.

Reluctantly, she released him and gently lowered his spent shaft to hang between his muscular thighs. She slowly shook her head and looked down at her man. He was covered in a light sweat and cum ran in rivulets off his chest and belly to stain the sheets.

"I can hardly believe what we just saw!" Rose exclaimed. "I've never seen a man cum so much in my life, and I've never seen a cock like his either, amazing!"

Just then June woke up. "What's going on? What are you two up to?" She stood and walked over, then covered her mouth and cried out in surprise when she saw Alec's condition. "My word! What did you two do to him?" she asked shakily.

Abby quickly explained and June burst out giggling.

"I wish I could've seen that. I'd love to take that load in my mouth. He looks wonderfully tasty!"

"June! How naughty!" Abby scolded, but she couldn't help laughing.

"Quick, help me clean him before he awakes. How embarrassing that would be!"

Alec awoke before lunchtime and Abby sat next to him to check his fever. It appeared to have broken and his color looked much better.

"How do you feel, honey?" she asked.

"Much better. Thank you, Angel."

She decided she liked her new name and told him so.

"Well, you are an angel. My guardian angel, so beautiful and sweet," he said while he gave her his gorgeous grey eyes.

She felt her heart melt and tears gather in her own. Impulsively, she leaned down and gently kissed his lips, then gave him a joyful smile.

"I'm so happy you're feeling better. Are you hungry?"

She put bath water on to heat then fed him a light meal. Rose and June were tending the garden so she took it on herself to bathe him. He protested when she stripped him down but she'd have none of it. She removed all his bandages then got him in the tub. He sighed in relief and murmured his approval as the heat soaked into his bones.

She gently washed his battered body, taking special care with his tortured back, then bent him forward and scrubbed his hair and scalp while he voiced his pleasure. Never had he felt such a sensation of being cared for by a beautiful woman.

When she was finished, he leaned back in the tub and winced in pain as the rough wood scraped his raw wounds. Standing up, Abby dropped her clothing from her body and pushed him forward, then sat in the tub behind him. She gently pulled him back against her chest and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. She hummed a lullaby in his ear and caressed his wide shoulders until he nodded off to a light sleep, and she herself dozed off in just a few minutes.

The creaking door woke her and she looked over as Rose and June quietly came in from their labors, their eyes widening when they saw the couple in the tub. Alec awoke as well and when he saw the girls, flailed around for something to cover himself.

"Don't worry there, sweetie," Rose giggled. "You've got nothing we haven't seen before."

He blushed furiously, which Abby thought was quite cute.

"I was afraid of that," he said. "I seem to remember you three cleaning me up."

"You remember right. We've seen every inch of you, and there's a lot of inches," Rose said with a wink.

"Rose Marie!" Abby scolded, then burst out giggling helplessly and June joined in as well. "I'm sorry, honey," Abby whispered in his ear. "We just couldn't resist. You're so handsome and sexy, no girl would turn down the opportunity to check you out."

She slid her arms under his and hugged him tightly. She saw the corner of his mouth quirk and when he began shaking with laughter she knew they were forgiven.

By now the water was cooling and Abby was getting chilled.

"June, may I have a towel please?"

As she'd done so often for several years now it was an ingrained habit, Abby rose from the tub and June began drying her off. Alec watched with wide eyes when Abby let him see her naked for the first time. He caught his breath when he took in her firm breasts, narrow waist, and perfect hips. Her little round ass was exquisitely formed and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it. Little did he know that he was next in line to be spoiled. Abby donned a white blouse and a skirt then picked up a fresh towel.

"Up with you, Sir. Your turn." He looked at all three women who were gazing at him expectantly.

A Daughter of the Revolution: Part 1

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Fri, 26 Jun 2026 02:12:00 +0000

Abby prepares for war.

In 24 parts, based on a post by Seethegood. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Chapter 1

The sound of ringing steel echoed through the barn along with the gasping of two people laboring for breath. Abigail Durham and her father George sparred with their practice swords, sweating and panting as they danced and dodged each others thrusts. George cried out in surprise when his 18 year old daughter parried his stroke and tapped his forearm with her blade.

"I've finally marked you, Father!" she cried in victory and he smiled at her sheepishly. He was so proud of his beautiful protégée. Abby was his only child and she was the light of his life. Her mother had died three years ago of consumption and he still mourned her daily. Abby had always been a sort of tomboy and eagerly took to learning marksmanship as well as swordsmanship, of which she excelled like no other person he knew except himself. An exceedingly rare thing in the late 1700's for a woman to be interested in to be sure, but he paid it no mind. Since she could walk he'd taken her on hunts with him, along with long trips on the road to visit cities scattered through the colony of Virginia as he conducted his business of growing and marketing tobacco.

The Revolutionary War was closing in on them rapidly and being a man of action and quite well educated, he predicted a long and bloody road in their future. Since his wife had died he'd poured his heart and soul into preparing for the rough days ahead. With Abby's assistance he'd scouted out several small limestone caves within several miles of their plantation and staged provisions in case they were forced to abandon their home and hearth, in Blenheim, which was the heart of central Virginia. The Monticello plantation of Thomas Jefferson was just a day’s ride to the east, But Jefferson had fled to Paris to serve as the U S Ambassador and seek help from the French to assist the Continental Army.

Chief among their treasured items was gunpowder, bullets for their firearms, and foodstuffs such as beans, rice, and smoke preserved meats. They also had clothing, bedding, and various tools they may need for the future scattered throughout their various caches. He'd even gone so far as to draw up detailed maps and demanded Abby commit the locations to memory.

Just before his wife had died, his brother William had moved in with them to help out with the plantation. George saw it as a gift because William's wife, Rose, was quite a bit younger than him and closer to Abby's age than his own. In fact she'd been 21 years old to Abby's 15 at the time. She was quite instrumental in raising Abby into a promising young lady over the last three years. As a result, Abby could be right at home with the highest of the local society, not giving the least impression that she could outshoot and out sword fight any man she might happen upon.

The rumble of far off cannon fire seemed to draw closer every day, increasing George's anxiety for the safety of his family and his beloved workers who labored in his fields. He had learned a great deal of compassion from his wife and as a result treated his slaves far better than most owners. His plantation home was small and modest by the day's standards, simply because he chose to invest in decent housing for his slaves. In fact, the slave cabins were nicer by far than most white folk's homes in the area, garnering some jealousy to say the least. The title "Master" was forbidden to be spoken. He was simply "Mister Durham" to his workers while Abby was referred to as "Missy" and she was beloved by them all.

"Can we go another round?" Abby asked happily, pleased that she'd scored a hit on her father.

"I'd love to dear, but I think I it's nearly dinner time. Go get cleaned up and we'll meet in the dining room."

"Yes, Papa." She kissed him sweetly on his cheek and set off for the house while he watched her departing figure with a worried frown. He wasn't normally a man to harp on his feelings, but deep in his gut he knew bad things were on the not so distant horizon. When Abby reached the house, her quadroon maid, June, had a tub of hot water ready for her.

"Have you been fighting with your Pappy again?" June asked teasingly.

"Yes, we were sparring a bit and I scored a hit on him, my first one!" Abby said excitedly. June clapped her hands joyfully.

"Well done, Missy! I'm sure your Pappy is mighty proud of you. Now strip down little lady and let me scrub you up nice and clean."

Obediently, Abby complied, dropping her trousers and blouse into a heap while June shook her head in disapproval.

"I'll never know why your Pappy lets you dress like that. You should be all dolled up in a pretty dress and making eyes at the local boys out there!" June said in a stern voice, but Abby saw a twinkle in her gaze and she smiled mischievously.

"I can't ride, shoot, and sword fight with a dress on June, you know that, silly lady!"

She lowered herself in the tub, hissing as the hot water burned her little butt cheeks. June watched with a critical eye. Her little ward was growing up quickly. Long wavy blonde hair topped her fine head and flowed down over her pale shoulders nearly to her waist. Her bottom had filled out and her once small breasts were now large and firm, her tight nipples pointed proudly skyward from her small ribcage. She was nearly five foot four inches tall and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet. Thanks to her relatively new friend, Rose, she'd taken to shaving her legs and armpits, an up and coming trend among ladies and one her father heartily agreed with. He was a firm believer in a lady being a lady, especially when in public. His wife had been a beautiful woman whom he'd been proud to show off on his arm for many years.

June quickly bathed and shaved her with accomplished ease. She took care of Rose as well most evenings, never telling Abby that Rose kept her pubic area shaved clean for her husband. Some things must be kept private, June figured to herself.

After dinner, the men retired to the parlor and asked the girls to join them, which was entirely out of character Abby thought with surprise. Speaking in an authoritative tone, George addressed them.

"War is coming to us all, I hate to say. The British are on their way through here and there's little we can do. Hopefully some local militias can turn the tide but I doubt it. William and I have spoken at length about it and have come to a decision. We will stand and fight when the time comes. We'll lose the slaves whenever they desire. They can leave now if they like."

As if punctuating his sentence, a roll of cannon fire sounded in the distance.

Abby started to speak but her father raised his hand to silence her.

"There will be no discussion. Abby and Rose, you two will head for the forests when I command, use our caches and caves to subsist until things improve for the better. I believe our side will win in time, but short term it will be a terrible thing."

Abby flung herself in his arms and tried protesting but he would have none of it. It broke his heart to treat her so but he knew it must be done.

William drew Rose onto his lap and comforted her as she sobbed on his shoulder. George continued.

"Abby, starting tomorrow you'll be ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Keep your squirrel rifle handy and your horse in the small barn near the tree line. You do the same, Rose."

A couple of years ago, the brothers had Kentucky rifles made for the girls. They were in 32 caliber and shortened both at the stock and barrel so they could handle them more adroitly. Rose was a decent shot while Abby was absolutely deadly with hers out to nearly 300 yards. Rose had hunted a bit with hers but never really enjoyed it. Abby had harvested several deer and turkey and had no qualms about filling the larder with fresh meat.

George continued instructing his family for nearly an hour, preparing them for the worst. Finally, he sent them off to bed while he and William had another drink and smoked their pipes in the light of the oil lamps.

Sometime in the night a particularly loud boom of cannon fire awoke Abby and she noticed a faint glow in the night sky coming through her window. She wrapped herself in her night robe and sneaked down the hallway so she could watch from the porch. A faint cry robbed her attention and she listened attentively. It seemed to be coming from William and Rose's room. She tiptoed to their door and noticed it was open a crack. She peered in, and in the faint light of a guttering candle witnessed a sight like she'd never seen or heard of.

William and Rose were both naked atop the bed covers and his face was buried between Rose's thighs. Her hands were twisted in his hair and she was moaning in what sounded like pain. Abby was immediately concerned for Rose, what was he doing to her! She was ready to rush to her defense until she heard Rose cry out his name in rapture.

"Oh yes, Willy! Just there, please don't stop!"

Abby was wide eyed in amazement. Her breath hitched and she gasped aloud at her first sight of a cock. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid the couple had heard her. Apparently not, because they kept on with their lovemaking. He looked intimidating down there, yet Rose seemed to enjoy what he was doing! She clasped her hands under his bottom and urged him deeper with contented sighs.

Abby was almost beside herself and was feeling some decidedly different emotions. She'd thought about sex of course but had always been so busy playing at tomboy that she'd never really dwelled on it much. Contributing to that was probably the lack of men her age on the plantation, other than slaves of course, and they held no interest to her other than as good friends. William drew her attention when he spoke to Rose in a strained voice.

"How would you like me to spend myself, dear?"

"Let me taste you tonight, honey!" she managed to gasp out.

Abby watched attentively. A loud gasp came from the doorway. Abby couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Rose was moaning to another satisfying orgasm.

Sensing the end was near, Abby quietly slipped back to her room and burrowed under her covers, her mind awash with the exciting scene she'd just witnessed. It took many hours before her fevered mind allowed her to fall asleep.

The next day Abby took Rose aside and asked her a few questions about sex, which aroused her suspicion.

"I'm pretty sure I heard you outside our door last night, that's true isn't it?" Rose asked her with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, it was me," Abby answered guiltily. "I heard you when I was up and just had to see what you were doing."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"At first I thought Uncle William was hurting you! Then I heard you call his name and cup his head in your hands and I knew you were okay."

"Oh yes, I was fine. It feels wonderful."

Abby felt a shiver run up her back at the thought of a man doing such a naughty thing to her. She couldn't imagine! In the past Rose had tried to instruct her on matters pertaining to procreation but she'd shown little interest until now. Hearing about it in dry terms was somewhat boring, seeing it in action was another thing entirely, she thought to herself.

" Does it taste good? Did you like it?" she asked in curiosity.

"He did it because I asked him to. It tasted a little salty usually, and I did like it. It's the seed that makes little babies and if it's near the time of the month I may get pregnant, I have him shoot in my mouth or on my breasts. He absolutely loves doing it."

Abby pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Do you think I'm pretty enough for a man to want me like that?"

"Oh, honey. You're absolutely beautiful! Any man would be proud to have you. When we dress up and go to parties or the Christmas ball, haven't you noticed the young gentlemen fawning over you?"

"I guess so, over the last couple years they're always looking at my chest, it's rather irritating when they speak to my bosom."

Rose giggled in delight. "That's what men do when they want you. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are, dear Abby. There's not a man alive who wouldn't roll you in the hay!"

"Aunty Rose, shame on you!" Abby laughed, but inside she felt the same shivery sensation she'd experienced last night and a hint of moisture dampened her thighs. Suddenly, a bold idea struck her. She took pride in excelling at everything that interested her, why not sex as well?

"Will you help me get ready to be with a man, just in case it ever happens? I don't want to be caught unawares. Please teach me everything you know."

"I'd be happy to, just don't tell the men, we'd get in so much trouble!" Rose laughed gaily. "Let's talk about it while we move our horses to the barn like your father instructed."

After they did so Abby went searching for her father. She found him in the workshop toiling diligently. He was packing large flower pots with blackpowder and horseshoe nails, sealing them tightly with hot wax then replacing the flowers and soil atop the explosive. He explained that he planned to set them next to the benches that lined the drive near the shade trees. The slaves used them to relax on when they took breaks from working the tobacco fields. When the redcoats came he hoped to detonate them and cause as many casualties as possible. Abby gazed at her father in a new light and he noticed her expression when she realized the deviousness of his plan.

"We do what we must, Abby. They'd rather kill us than keep us as prisoners and use up their valuable supplies. I plan to return the favor. The bloodier we make it for them the sooner they'll return to their country." She nodded in understanding.

"I want to fight with you, Father, please let me!" she begged. He looked at her closely. He knew she would be a huge asset but he couldn't bear losing her. Against his better judgement he chose to take a calculated risk.

"I'll let you stay and fight until I order you to leave. At that moment, you obey me immediately and without question. Do you understand me?" he said in his sternest voice.

"Oh yes, Papa!" She flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. He was glad she couldn't see the tears gathering in his eyes.

"We start setting up our trap today, honey. Go get Rose and you two can help me out."

He set up targets where each of the flower pots would be and had Abby go to the upper story of the house and fire down on them until she was comfortable with the range. The targets started at 300 yards out and were staged at the sitting benches up to 100 yards from the front porch. She used both hers and Rose's rifles, firing as fast as Rose could reload which took her as long as 45 seconds. When George was satisfied, he installed his flower pots at the benches, then he filled buckets with caltrops he'd had the local blacksmith make. When the British troops arrival was imminent, he'd scatter them on the road between his home and the ambush site, in order to slow any troops that leaked through, thereby allowing the people in the house more time to rain fire down on their enemies.

That evening after dinner he took Abby to the work shop and he presented her with a gift. It was a rapier that was shorter and lighter than most, essentially made for a small man or woman. Her hand fit the grip wonderfully and the cupped hilt would protect her hand from a counter slash. Abby was beside herself with joy! The leather scabbard she drew it from had gold fasteners and a wide belt that fit her lithe waist perfectly.

"Careful now," he cautioned. "It's razor sharp and will kill a man in an instant. It has blood grooves on each side to break the suction of a man's flesh so you can remove it easier. Stab, twist, and pull, like so!" With a flourish he drew his own sword, mimicking his instructions. She clapped her hands and drew him into a thankful hug.

"Oh Papa, you're the best ever!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

"Let's get some rest, honey. Tomorrow will be another long day." he said quietly.
Abby discovers sex for the first time.
Chapter 2

That evening after dinner, Rose pulled Abby aside. "Would you like some training in the subject we talked of earlier?" she asked with a wicked smile.

Abby was instantly on board. "Yes I would! What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go visit June. I believe she can get you started out right." Puzzled, Abby followed Rose as she led them to her room where June was adding scented oil to two big tubs filled with hot water. At her urging both women disrobed and she bathed them both clean, including washing their long tresses. Rose was a thin brunette and stood a touch taller than Abby at 5 foot six, weighing in at about the same weight of 105 pounds. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Abby's but were strikingly firm and her pink nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. Abby gasped when she saw the lack of pubic hair on Rose's smooth pussy. Rose noticed and giggled.

"That's why June is here, to shave you like I am. It feels wonderful!" Abby's eyes widened in amazement. She could see every nook and cranny between Rose's thighs as she bent over to towel herself dry.

"Come, Missy. Sit on the stool here and I'll show you how it's done," June said softly. She lathered Abby up and with several practiced strokes shaved her smooth as a peach. Abby stroked her newly shorn pussy and giggled.

"It feels so slick and smooth, I like it!"

The girls laughed along with her.

"Just wait til a man gets in there and diddles you, Missy. It feels wonderful," June said with a faraway look in her brown eyes.

"Are we still on for tonight, June?" Rose asked with a mischievous smile.

"I sure hope so," she answered and returned the smile. "Give me an hour or so, please."

"We'll be there, thanks so much!" a still naked Rose answered, and gave June a big hug and a kiss. The quadroon girl blushed fiercely at the contact and dipped her eyes submissively. "Yes, Ma'am. I'd do anything for you."

"I know that, you're so sweet, June." Rose said gently.

"Where're we going?" Abby wanted to know.

"It's a surprise," Rose answered. "Now put your dress on, no undergarments and wear your softest shoes. We'll sneak outside soon. I'll go talk to our men and get them settled in the parlor."

Rose's arrival in the sitting room caused a bit of a stir. The men were just heading for the parlor when she approached them, flushed from her hot bath and her breasts swinging loosely under her bodice. George couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked while William looked like the cat that got the canary. He knew he was getting some action tonight for sure. She herded them into their seats and fetched them stiff drinks along with their pipes. She loved flirting with the men, but never did it with George when his daughter was around. Abby had no idea of her father's proclivities and Rose hoped to keep it that way. He had a rampant sex drive that only a select few people knew about.

She sat on her husband's lap and slyly tugged her neckline down until a pink nipple was just peeping out. She heard George suck in his breath when it emerged to meet his gaze. She kissed William deeply and squirmed in his lap until his hips began grinding up to meet hers.

She gently disengaged and tucked her nipple away with a sly wink at George who was busy trying to hide the thick bulge at his crotch.

"I'll leave you two alone now. Please enjoy your drinks. I'll see you later, husband," she said throatily. As she walked away she heard George speak in a rough voice. "My word, man. How do you keep up with that filly. She's exquisite!" She felt her loins flood with heat and her face flushed at the compliment. She was immensely attracted to George and wouldn't mind letting him know. William had hinted in the past that he'd love to watch her fuck another man, maybe she could work something out she thought to herself somewhat wickedly.

She gathered Abby from her room and the couple slid quietly down the hall and out into the darkness of the plantation. Rose took her to June's cabin where she was waiting for them on the porch. Without a word she took the girl's hands and led them down the footpath to the overseer's house. They sneaked around back and June pointed at a ground floor window.

"In there," sh

The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Thu, 25 Jun 2026 01:07:00 +0000

The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

Lusty young immigrants escape global plague on a Wisconsin farm.

By MVP6. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams.

Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks.

They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning.

That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French/English phrase book.

Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning.

Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish financial security, and only then to have children.

When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they wouldn't have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon.

She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right words for "deflowering."

By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using his recently purchased English/Russian phrasebook, what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat.

He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace, but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible.

He had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress,' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a Russian/French phrasebook.

Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold.

True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him up.

She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve some condoms.

Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each other's bodies and each other's desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked.

Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid.

Still, they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful midwest rolling fields, and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week.

That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way, but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter.

One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly.

Always ready, Manon grinned, and that was all it took. They shed their shirts rapidly, then impulsively Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Shaking her skirt she beckoned, "Attrapez-moi." Then wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could, sticking his nose amid her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up.

Playing the game she would let him lick her puss for a few minutes each time before scrambling further up the rackety ladder. They were a very orally inclined couple, which worked in their favor whenever they were far from the bedroom, where they kept their limited, and expensive, supply of condoms.

Rolling in the proverbial hay, soon enough they were pleasuring each other simultaneously. For the first time ever she saw another person's back door. Glimpsing his tight bung briefly she wasn't grossed out, rather, she was worried that he would see hers and that he would be grossed out.

Likewise, Ustin did see hers but his only thought was, "It's surprising that it's not a turn off." They still finished each other off taking the time to burrow into each other's privates at length.

Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked, that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them.

Not only did they recline in each other's arms all day and make love often, but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn.

A flu pandemic had begun that day they kissed each others' sex parts in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone.

By day two, 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some with weakened systems were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications.

By day five, and unknown to the young lovers, the TV they rarely watched, was advising all citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu.

The frisky couple never even knew that the army-green jeeps and an old commandeered truck, arrived to kill and pick up chickens. You see, at the time Manon was bent over an odd apparatus in the water-shed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole.

Anilingus was minutes new to both of them since they had just discovered it. They didn't even know what it was called in any language let alone with any shared words.

Only two hours before They had been wandering the North pasture when it started to drizzle and they happened upon the stone structure built over a stream. Inside they found an odd mechanism and with some experimentation figured out that it's purpose was to divert the stream so it flowed either East or West.

That's not really relevant to the story. What was pivotal was that, while turning a large wheel made from a barrel, Manon had fallen prone across the device and screamed out as she slipped. Ustin, with his developing English, misunderstood her emerging English. Thinking she had blurted out something meaning, "Tongue my ass" as she threw herself over the barrel, he decided it was a brilliant suggestion and put himself to the delightful task immediately.

Meanwhile, finding herself in danger of being rolled over to the other side she shrieked joyfully when he grabbed her by the hips. She was totally shocked, but pleasantly surprised, when with a pucker he kissed her sensitive sphincter. She didn't know enough about sex to think it either mundane or bizzare. After the first swipe at her delicate brownie he asked, "Da?"

She spoke that much Russian, and he knew enough French to throw himself into the act when she replied, "Oui! Oui!"

Together the lovers learned that they really craved the act, so he spent a considerable amount of time just licking her gratified asshole.

Ustin was thinking, "Amazing how every part of my girl is so sexy, from her smile to her toes, she's the best. It's strange how even her shitter turns me on. A woman's pussy is an obvious and natural object to worship with its enticing odor and soft lips. But for as much as I love to nibble and bite, pulling on her labia, it's just as great to get my lips on her arse."

"Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would lick a girl's butt, but Manon is so special and her crinkled ring just draws me in." He took a deep inhalation, "Marvelous! Even her ass smells good. Earthy and musty but fresh. I want more."

He decided to run his tongue around it in circles, feeling the tiny donut shape. "It's incredible how this majestic feast normally has such a base function. I can't get over the rubbery firm texture - so different from her kiska."

He wondered if he could get his tongue inside like he did when he ate her quim. Backing off a few inches he used his fingers to massage her perineum and anus. Then getting one thumb on either side he stretched it out barely able to see inside. "OK let's see if I can get my tip in there. If it's ever gonna taste bad, now will be the time." Talking out loud he spoke to himself in Russian,

"Are you ready Ustin?"

Listening to him talk to himself back there, Manon had her own conversation going even if it consisted almost entirely of mewling moans and delighted sighs. In perfect Portuguese she whimpered the most appropriate phrase she could think of that he would know, "Do you like your dinner?"

Ustin laughed out loud, breaking the mood of raw sexuality briefly. Then also in Portuguese he answered, "You are a most hospitable host." Then returned to his quest to meld his mouth with her rectum. He formed his tongue into a point then poked.

Manon squealed, lifting her bum.

He barely got any in her but wanting to have a penetrative experience he rubbed two lanky fingers along her newly stubbled puss, In broken English he asked, "You want me finger to your mog?"

She had no idea what he meant but she was willing to surrender herself to whatever he desired. To express her openness she relied again on a Portuguese phrase, "My house is your house."

Wetting two of his fingers, with the unpracticed thrust of one fairly new to sex, he jammed them fully up her fanny. She jumped in surprise, partly due to the sudden vaginal intrusion but mostly because she was expecting him to slide a single finger up what she would have called her trou du cul.

He continued to lap at her starfish fucking her gash with his fingers. He became engrossed in the crude pastime letting his lust carry him away. When her body went tense he worried that he was hurting her in his wild sexual frenzy, then realized she was having an orgasm from the combined anilingus and fingerbanging.

Overjoyed to have found a new way to bring her off he fell back on his haunches, satisfied.

Coming down from her high, Manon wanted to do something for him now. Turning around she fell to the floor with her back to the wheel. She beckoned for Ustin to stand before her, pulling him by the cock.

Manon was hardly more experienced than Ustin in the ways of sex. Her one previous boyfriend had wanted to face-fuck her which she had not allowed. But now she wanted to give all of herself, in every way, to this man she loved.

She formed a circle with her left thumb and forefinger then using the forefinger from her other hand she made the universal gesture for fucking.

Ustin stepped forward presenting his hard cock to her mouth. But she wasn't done yet. Next using the same gesture she slammed her finger into the circle violently hoping to communicate what she was offering.

He was sure he was reading her wrong and definitely didn't want to hurt the woman he loved. But she insisted saying, "Bes moi! Bes moi! Bes moi!", pounding on the barrel.

He moved even closer inserting his swollen cock into her mouth. They were both full of expectation as she grabbed his thighs pulling him deeply into the back of her mouth quickly.

Towing above her, with his hands on the barrel, he was thrilled that he had married such a sexual wife.

They were both mistaken and they learned it the hard way. Manon gagged and sputtered completely unable to accomplish what she'd imagined she would do for him.

He pulled out, falling to his knees. Looking into her teary eyes he rained penitent kisses all over her tortured face. They both apologized to each other profusely in their respective languages and they both understood intuitively what the other meant.

After hugs of reconciliation she regained her composure. She pointed to her lips saying, "R essayons"

As thrilled as he had been a moment before to be married to such a sexpot he was a thousand times more thrilled now to be married to a more naive girl who loved him so selflessly.

Standing up he stroked her face gently before presenting his now softened organ to her.

She drew his dick into her mouth, inexpertly sucking on the first couple inches until she was rewarded with her first taste of cum.

Looking down on her, awestruck, as she swallowed, there was never a more earnest feeling of admiration communicated from one human to another.

Afterwards they held each other.

Now, if they had brought condoms with them they might have just screwed and been done with it. But then they would have returned to the farmhouse much earlier and met the infected visitors.

The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn-star.

One morning, 'Котенок', or 'kitten', as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic and more practiced blowjob, then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while.

Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died. While they knew little English they understood the terrifying math perfectly. Additionally, the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world.

That was also the same day that, first the TV, and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and oddly dark at night.

Manon and Ustin held each other close during the long nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance.

Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Ustin walk into town to see what was happening, so he stayed home rather than drag her along, hanging onto his arms, which is what she would have done to stop him.

Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperiness of his sexy body glistening and

tanned in the sun.

The electric water pump hadn't worked in weeks and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young and hard sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal.

She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist.

Out by the fallen log,and yet again lacking any birth control, she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent...

The next day they walked to the water-shed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes, then made sad, sweet love, again on the barrel, as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry, and, a touch of lust, that wouldn't go away even in those dire times.

The next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Eve,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter.

They continued to make love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there.

Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the early fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude.

Nearing another house they again found no one, but seeing some wash on the line, they realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood.

Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last ten miles into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went.

The next morning, just before sunrise Котенок woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as she could buried all their remaining condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word "repopulate."

After a lunch of kislaya kapusta also known as sauerkraut, they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; vaginal sex without protection.

Cabin Cousins: Part 6

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Wed, 24 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

Cabin Cousins: Part 6

Saying Goodbye; for now.

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

Chapter Twenty.

On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a random parking lot and pulled out my phone.

One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks. There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go to work.

He answered after a few rings.

"Hi, it's Charles, from work."

"Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?"

He sounded happy to hear from me.

"Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in my two weeks' notice. I never went back.

"They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the young kids come and go. You know how it is."

"Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave. The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple of months.

"So, what's up?" Carl asked.

I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the loudspeakers in the background.

"Do you and the guys still go to that bar in Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if I can go, and then I'll have to go.

"Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys, just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we usually go."

"Mind if I come with?" I asked.

"Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about six."

"Cool, I'll see you there."

"Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again."

And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do. "Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower. The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was strong, and I remembered.

I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out.

I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't remember.

My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than I used to. When did I start losing my hair?

I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone. Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person?

In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed tighter around the waist than I remembered.

I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I wasted time watching random crap on YouTube.

Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late.

I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized. I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of the car. The hard part is done. I'm here.

I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far.

I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend, slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the kind of place.

I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of a young Hermione Granger.

I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing furiously.

After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes.

I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to pick up.

"Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here."

I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the beep of a forklift.

"Hey," I said. "What's up?"

"One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?"

"No, not really. So, are you going to be late or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for a fun evening with old friends.

"Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter."

"Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got punched in the gut.

"Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on me."

"Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered.

"Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over too, I'm gonna"

As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair.

"You get stood up too?"

I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender.

"Huh? Yeah."

"Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?"

In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy, Bailey's maybe.

"Problems at work." I didn't mention that the 'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals.

"Typical." She took another long pull off her drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered."

"Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my thoughts, and I turned to face her.

Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like I just got a shot of adrenaline.

Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but our eyes remained locked.

Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..."

My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to respond. "I don't think we've met..."

She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person.

"Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her face gave way to a look of fear.

"Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some sense of what was happening.

This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person, and yet, nothing about her was familiar.

"What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've got to get out of here. This can't be happening."

She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her hands.

She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any closer." She warned me.

"What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know me? How do I know you?"

"You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car door, ready to flee.

"When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than ever in my forty-two years.

"Well, I know you, Charles Larson."

"How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier.

"If you're really you, then I know everything about you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting now.

"How?"

"Because I dream about you every night! My first memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years, all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real."

My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood.

"If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

"I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family, where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with Melissa.

Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just staring at me. "What was her name?"

I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question.

"Your second cousin, the one you married."

Shocked, I replied. "Melissa."

She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger. "Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up."

"How do you know these things?" I asked with something I could only describe as awe.

"Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my dreams."

"I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't even know who you are."

She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to meet you my whole life."

Chapter Twenty-one.

"You're older than I thought you would be."

Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and there was no one else nearby.

"How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head still spinning.

"When I was growing up, every dream was different. The time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy, expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were thirty-three, and it was nine years ago."

A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What scene, What dream are you having over and over?"

I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it.

Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,”

"Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly.

"I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears.

We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our thoughts.

Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?"

She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen."

My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone.

Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car.

Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone."

Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and cried hard, shuddering with every sob.

I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay."

I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa.

I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at me through Kate's eyes.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the bar.

"I still live in the same place." I couldn't beli

Cabin Cousins: Part 5

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Cabin Cousins: Part 5

The Gales of November.

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"Hmm" Melissa said, her face still buried in the pillow.

She shifted and turned her head, and I moved to her side with one arm and a leg still draped over so we could look into each other's eyes.

"Wow. That was..." She sighed. "...Wonderful."

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."

She squinted at me. "Are you sure I'm not dreaming, and you're just a figment of my imagination?" She said playfully, though I could tell there was something serious behind the question.

"I'm real, and I'm right here, in your bed, and I love you."

She searched my eyes for a moment, rolled onto her side, and pulled me in close, kissing me deeply.

When we stopped kissing to catch our breath, she whispered. "It's our bed, and I love you too."

We held each other in silence for a long while. I knew that she had something else to say, but I didn't push her. Eventually, she broke the silence.

"Do you want pancakes? I want pancakes."

Not exactly the soul-baring statement I was expecting, but now that she had said it, by damn I wanted pancakes.

"I'll help." I had made pancakes exactly once before, and it wasn't a complete disaster, so I felt that my inclusion in the process wouldn't be too much of a hindrance.

She got a distant look in her eye, then rolled onto her back, and covered her face with her hands with a groan. "I don't have any pancake mix."

She peeked at me through her fingers and we both started laughing. I'm not sure why but we both found it hilarious but we roared with laughter.

I playfully pushed her towards the side of the bed. "Well, get dressed. I'll take you out for breakfast."

Still laughing, she got up and opened a dresser drawer. Stepping into a pair of light blue panties, she asked. "Are you getting dressed too, or are you going to go like that?"

"I'm thinking about it." I quipped, eyes following her every movement.

I loved watching her move. She had a litheness and grace to her. Cat-like? No, that's not quite right. Amazonian? Maybe, but that implies a stature and bulk that Melissa didn't have. She was fit, not body builder muscular, and she wasn't particularly tall, just shy of my own five foot ten. She was perfect, and my eyes couldn't get enough of her. Let's leave it at that.

"You'll give the old ladies at Perkins quite a shock." She shot back, still laughing.

With an exaggerated sigh, I rolled off the bed. "For the sake of the old ladies, fine, I'll get dressed."

Chapter Sixteen.

The plate clinked as Melissa set down her fork. "Ugh. I ate too much, but that really hit the spot."

She had attacked her "tremendous twelve" meal with murderous intent. All that remained was a scrap of crust from a piece of toast, and some maple syrup residue on an otherwise clean plate. She had even swiped a strip of bacon off of my plate, an act that left fork marks on my brother's hands on several occasions.

I looked at my plate, with its pile of hash browns and a third of a stack of pancakes remaining, and set down my fork. "I guess I didn't work up as much of an appetite as you, cause I'm stuffed too."

Melissa looked at me with her special smile and mischievous eyes. "Well, you'll have to try harder next time."

"I need to work out more."

"I can help with that." She replied, and we both giggled, knowing the truth of it.

"Let's start with a walk."

We left the Perkins restaurant, and with Melissa navigating, we drove north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We pulled off and parked where a little river crossed under the road and spilled through a steep set of rocky rapids to Lake Superior below. We hiked down a little trail, and she led me out onto one of the big rocks. The scenery was spectacular, and the water rushing past the rocks had a hypnotic quality. It hadn't snowed last night, but the wind was blowing hard off the lake, and the constant mist from the rapids gave the crisp early November air some real bite.

We sat for a while without speaking. Just two people holding hands, taking in the scenery and the roar of the water. There was a Gordon Lightfoot song that had something about the gales of November, how did it go?

"When I left home," Melissa began, just loud enough to hear.

I turned and watched her, careful to hear what she was saying over the noise of the rapids. I had been hoping for, and dreading this moment, when she decided to get the details of her past out in the open. I resolved to not interrupt and to let her tell it at her own pace.

"This was the first place I went." She continued. "I didn't know where to go. I didn't have anywhere to go."

She sniffed. We were alone but had someone been watching, her running nose and the tears on her cheek might have been assumed to have been caused by the cold, but I knew differently. I could see the deep down hurt that was welling up, and my heart ached. I squeezed her hand, and let her talk.

"Every night for two weeks, I'd leave school, then go up the hill to the mall and sit in the food court to do my homework. When the mall closed, I came here, and parked for the night right over there." She pointed up to the little parking lot where my truck was. "I'd wake up, scrape the snow and frost off the windows, and go to school. I didn't tell anyone because then I'd have to explain why I was sleeping in a car in February. I had friends, but not close friends, you know? Like, not the kind of friends that I could talk to about..." She trailed off and wiped her nose on her jacket sleeve.

"I had been lucky, it hadn't been as cold as it should have been, but then one night it got very cold. When I left the mall, I knew if I spent the night here again, I could be in serious danger. So I went to the laundromat. There was never anyone in there in the middle of the night, so I sat at one of the tables and fell asleep. The owner woke me up a couple of hours later, yelling at me that I couldn't sleep there, so I got in my car and came back here."

She had been looking at the water as she spoke, but now turned and looked at me. I saw the fear and shame these memories invoked. I wanted to say something, anything to comfort her, but I knew that I should let her say what she needed to say, so I let her continue.

"When I went to sleep on the back seat, I didn't think I was going to ever wake up, and I was okay with that. I didn't care that I was going to die. Nobody cared, nobody would miss me. The world would be better off without one more stupid girl. Why bother going on?" She looked away from me, east towards the vast lake, and her face twisted up in anger. "You know, the worst thing, the worst part of all of it, is they made me feel like it was all my fault. They had me so twisted up, that I believed that I was the cause of everything that happened."

She turned back to me, the anger fading, leaving just a profound sadness. I wiped the tears from her cheek, and she leaned her shoulder against me.

"Did your parents tell you what happened?"

My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard before replying. "They were vague."

She gave a little smile that was like a sunbeam on a stormy day. "I asked your mom and dad not to tell anyone. You're so lucky to have them."

She looked back to the lake and spoke quietly enough that if her face had not been right next to mine, I wouldn't have been able to hear her. "When I was fifteen, when I started looking more like a woman, and less like a little girl, my dad started abusing me. Mom, she was drunk more than she was sober. She knew, she had to know, and she didn't do anything."

As the River roared in its ceaseless path to Lake Superior, and the cold wind whistled and rattled through the leafless trees, Melissa spoke of abuse and divorce, lost jobs and social status, the failing of the system to help a girl who was too scared to ask for help and the blame that was assigned for all of it.

"So that night, I remember when the state trooper knocked on my window." She gave a brief mirthless huff. "I thought he was an angel, with the way his flashlight lit up the frost on the inside of the window. I thought I was dead, that it was all over. I felt relieved." She shook her head. "The next thing I remember was being in a hospital bed, wrapped in electric blankets, and seeing the sunrise through the window. That trooper was there. He had stayed with me, way past the end of his shift, just to make sure I was alright. Turns out, when they went to my parent's house to see what was going on, my dad was out of town, and my mom ended up getting arrested for assaulting an officer and having a bunch of heroin. That's why she went back to him. Not for me, but for the money to buy her drugs. The trooper persuaded me to reach out to my friends. He said that people can be capable of unexpected acts of kindness, and I decided to believe him. So I called Ashley. We had always gotten along pretty well, and her parents were always super nice to me. They let me stay with them, which was really awkward at first. I just couldn't believe that a family could be so, so perfect. It was like stepping into an old sitcom. Maybe there was a little trouble now and then, but everyone loved each other, and it all worked out in the end. It was surreal, but eventually, I started believing that it was how families should be. That it was right and good, and normal."

She looked me in the eyes then, and I saw her love burning through the hurt.

"I didn't think that I would ever have that. I thought that there was no way I could ever open up and let someone love me, to be me, to be normal. Who could want me? Then your parents invited me back to the cabin, and I grasped onto a foolish hope that maybe you could. Ever since it's just been, It just doesn't seem real. Charles, I know you love me, but I'm still so afraid."

I silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips. I held her cold, rosy cheeks in my hands and looked her in the eyes. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!"

Fresh tears streamed down her face, not tears of remembered pain, but tears of joyful love. She threw her arms around me and we held each other tight. Overhead, a hawk called, adding its little part to the scene of wind, water, and young lovers.

Chapter Seventeen.

Getting in my truck and leaving Duluth that evening was the hardest thing I had ever done. The only thing that gave me the strength to leave was the knowledge that it was only temporary. Soon, very soon, I would never have to leave her again.

When I got home, Mom was at the kitchen table reading a newspaper. She greeted me with a smile. I had to be very careful with how I was going to handle this conversation. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but I also didn't want to tell her the whole truth.

"How was your weekend? I didn't get a call from the cops, so it couldn't have been too exciting."

"I was the cop! We went to a Halloween party dressed as the Village People."

"Fun!" Mom exclaimed, giving me a beaming smile.

"Yeah, and something else happened. Do you know how I can get my employee discount at any store? Well, we stopped at one of the stores in Duluth, and I ended up talking with the yard manager. They've been having trouble finding someone competent to drive a forklift, and if I transferred up there, they'd give me a raise and make me an assistant manager. He said I could start working up there in two weeks." All of these individual facts were technically true, but it still felt like lying.

"Good for you! It's great to have in-demand skills. That's a long way to drive though."

"Yeah, it would be like, five hours of driving every day."

"Did you look into getting an apartment up there?" Mom folded up the newspaper and gave me her undivided attention.

"After the school year starts, there's literally nothing cheap available."

"Where would you stay then?" She asked, looking concerned.

"Well, on the way home, I was thinking about who I know that lives up there. Rob lives in a dorm, so I couldn't get away with staying there long-term. But then I remembered that Melissa lives in Duluth, I could maybe call her and see if she wants a roommate." Okay, this last bit was a lie. I didn't feel good about it, but it had to be done.

"Our Melissa? Have you called her yet?"

"Not yet. I'm pretty sure I have her number in my phone."

"You should figure this out sooner rather than later." She looked at the clock. "It's not too late, give her a call now."

I made a show of finding Melissa's number as if I hadn't memorized it weeks ago. Melissa and I had rehearsed this moment. I had the volume on my phone turned way up, so my mom was sure to hear Melissa's side of the conversation too.

"Hello?" Melissa's angelic voice asked after three rings.

"Hi Melissa, it's Charles."

"Charles! It's good to hear from you! What's up?"

"Well, I'm going to be transferring up there for work, and I was wondering if you would mind having me as a roommate until I found a place of my own." Another necessary lie.

"Yeah, I guess that would be okay. You're not going to find anywhere else to stay until the end of the school year. Even then, I was lucky to get this place, this spring."

"So, you're okay with me staying with you?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun. Like staying at the cabin, but I don't think my landlord would approve of campfires."

"I'll pay half the rent, and utilities, and everything."

"Naturally," Melissa said. "I was going to ask one of my friends if they wanted to move in. Only paying half the rent will make saving for school a lot easier."

"Cool. So, I guess I'll give you a call tomorrow, and we can figure out the details?"

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm talking with my mom right now, so I should probably let you go."

"Hi Mom!" Melissa yelled.

"Hi, Melissa," Mom replied, loud enough to be sure that the phone picked it up.

"Talk to you tomorrow, bye!" Melissa said, much quieter this time.

"Bye." I had to be very careful not to reflexively say I love you.

I put my phone away and noticed that my mom was studying me with a funny little smile on her face. Then in the most casual tone, she asked. "So, does she love you as much as you love her?"

My heart nearly stopped. I couldn't respond.

"That was a lovely charade. Unnecessary, but lovely."

I couldn't speak. My brain frantically searched for words but found only shocked silence.

"Oh, honey." She began, in a soothing motherly voice. "You're my baby. Did you think I wouldn't know? It was plain to see at the cabin that you two are in love. You spent the weekend with her?"

I forced myself to reply. "Yes," I said, fearing that it was all over. I felt like crying.

"Good," Mom said simply.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom knew about me and Melissa, and she was... Happy for me? "So, you're not mad about us?"

"Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let go."

My tears came then, flowing hard as I released all my pent-up fears and anxiety. Mom held me as I cried on her shoulder. She gently rubbed my back like she used to do when I was a kid.

When my crying subsided, she held my shoulders at arm's length. "Now, tell me about her."

I did. In the conversation that followed, I was more honest and open about my feelings than I could remember being to anyone other than Melissa. I explained how we knew what each other was thinking or feeling, just by looking into each other's eyes. I told her how I wanted to improve myself, to be a better person for Melissa. And, looking back on it with a touch of horror, I did my best to explain the connection I felt with Melissa when we made love. Throughout it all, my mother was nothing but caring and understanding. After all the fear of this moment, it was surreal. It felt so good, so liberating to tell her how I felt about Melissa.

When I was done, I asked Mom. "Does Dad know?"

"Oh, I doubt he picked up on it."

"Are you going to tell him?"

Of all the people in the family, I was sure that Dad would be the least likely to accept. He had always been very traditional. Kind and gentle, but with a very strict moral compass.

"Of course. He's my husband. The way you feel about Melissa, I feel about him." She hugged me again. "Don't be ashamed. Love her with all your heart, and everything else will work itself out."

She kissed me on the cheek and told me that she loved me. I told her that I loved her too, and said goodnight.

I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and called Melissa.

"What's up?" She answered. "I didn't think I'd hear from you until tomorrow."

Deciding to just be direct about it, I said. "My mother has officially given us her blessing."

The line was silent as Melissa processed this. When she spoke, I could tell that she was crying.

"How did she find out?" She asked.

I recounted the whole conversation.

"See? I told you your mom was the best."

"She really is."

"So, what now?" She asked, with a bit of anxiety.

"She said that she had to tell everyone because it's better to have it out in the open than have to keep lying to the family. I agreed."

After a short pause, Melissa said. "Me too."

As it turns out, my family's reaction was both better than I had feared and worse than I had hoped. My parents had called a family meeting and all of my immediate family, and their spouses, showed up. There were those like my mom, and my brother Mark, who were supportive and genuinely happy for me. On the other end of things, there were people like my second older brother, Stephen, and his wife, who were disgusted and called me a pervert.

Most were somewhere in the middle, either not understanding and being polite about it, or just ambivalent to the whole issue.

Then there was my dad. He just sat there the whole time, with a frown on his face, and never spoke a word. I couldn't tell if he was ashamed, or angry, or what, and it tore me up inside. He had never in his life been shy about voicing his opinion. After my mom, he was who I needed acceptance from the most. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything, but he never did. His silence cut deeper than any insult or accusation ever could.

At the beginning, and with prompting from my mom, I had stood before everyone, confessing Melissa's and my love for each other, and that I was moving out to live with her in Duluth. After the initial shock and spectrum of reactions, I sat down and answered questions.

Now, not being able to bear my father's silence any longer, I stood again, interrupting several side conversations. I addressed the whole group, but my words were meant for my father more than anyone.

"Melissa and I truly love each other. Nothing you do or say can change it. Accept it, accept us, or don't. I don't care."

Dad didn't react, didn't even look me in the eyes.

I rushed to my room and locked the door. I curled up on my bed and cried, harder than I could remember ever crying before. The stress of the family meeting and my dad's non-reaction had utterly destroyed me. I held a pillow over my head to muffle the sounds of my uncontrollable sobs, and to hide my face from the

Cabin Cousins: Part 4

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Mon, 22 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

Cabin Cousins: Part 4

Costumes and characters.

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

We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.

"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.

"There's been a lot of that recently."

Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"

We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being near each other.

Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show you our costumes."

I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.

"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.

I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my prisoner?"

"As much fun as that could be, no."

Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered headdress.

"We're the Village People?" I asked.

Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"

"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier." She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."

The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.

"Do you... not like it?" I asked.

"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just showed up to the party. Okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination. Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago; and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to be very careful in how I reacted.

"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay. Open your eyes."

I did and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low, giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back, bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about the prospect of revealing so much skin.

While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."

My antics made Melissa giggle.

"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him. Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."

Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her, happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.

When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on the hem of the skirt.

"It's more than a bikini."

"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get the right words out for what she wanted to say.

I sat on the bed next to her.

"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She asked, staring at the floor.

Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."

"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."

"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and maintaining eye contact.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's stunt double in Red Sonja."

I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was a goddess."

This got a smile from her. "I think you're biased."

"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"

"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels really good."

"You look amazing."

"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I don't know if I can take that."

She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.

"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."

I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my intent.

"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.

"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and won't have to pretend anymore."

"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you but..."

She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.

"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.

"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing my bare ass to everybody."

"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone other than me can see it."

Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."

I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs, my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants, and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.

"That's fair." Then she said mischievously. "Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."

We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her warmly. "I love you."

"I love you." She replied.

"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are together."

I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said. "Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six hours."

"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"

"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not wearing this to the video store."

We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top, albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy' section.

After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.

"Nice." She said, grinning.

Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.

We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well, her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.

The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.

"I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a goddess."

"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked suggestively.

Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you think I want to do?"

Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight."

Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line. "That's a challenge I might think about someday."

"What about right now?"

"Why not?"

When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa thought so too.

She leaned down and we kissed deeply.

I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen will have what she demands."

"Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone that made it sound like a command.

She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants off, taking the red thong with them.

She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down. She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading them apart.

I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.

I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me, seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.

My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.

Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum, still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.

"That one was all mine." She purred, before kissing me.

I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and held her tight as we kissed.

She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."

She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.

Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.

"Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the edge of climax.

I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the intensity with which I ate her.

She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply, with Melissa still twitching occasionally.

We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said. "Tasting myself on you is hot."

I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating her.

"Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.

"Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."

Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.

Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her, marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me, drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.

I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.

When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show, maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.

Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.

Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.

She must have been close because, with an exclamation of primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.

We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other seemingly inexhaustible.

Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her, something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a state of utter awe of this woman.

"You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words were inadequate to express my feelings.

Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I didn't go too far with being in control did I?"

I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really hot."

She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really good."

I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control, particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was. Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have still loved it.

"It did." I agreed. "I like this side of you."

"What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then the other playfully.

She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an inhibition.

"The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world needs to see more of this part of you."

Cabin Cousins: Part 3

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 21 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

Cabin Cousins: Part 3

The love between Charles and Melissa grows.

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

Chapter Eleven

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

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

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

"I miss you too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Charles."

Those simple words made my heart flutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Melissa," I whispered.

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

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

"Melissa?"

"Hmm?" She responded.

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

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

"Oh?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Twelve.

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

It read:

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning, sleepy head."

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

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

"I need a shower." She said.

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

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

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

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

"Come shower with me," She said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," I replied.

Cabin Cousins: Part 2

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sat, 20 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

Cabin Cousins: Part 2

A Quest for family acceptance.

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

Chapter Six.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you. That really means a lot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Seven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.

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

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

"You're not disappointed?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you." She whispered back.

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

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

"When did you first see it?"

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

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

"Know what?" I asked.

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

I didn't know what to say.

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

I snorted a laugh.

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

"Mostly?"

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

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

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

I laughed with her, and kissed her.

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

In response, I kissed her deeply.

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

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

Chapter Eight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her fingertips down to my hands lik

Cabin Cousins: Part 1

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Fri, 19 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

Cabin Cousins: Part 1

Cousins reunion: a childhood friendship becomes love.

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

Chapter One.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Charles!" She squealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I missed you." I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The College Swim Team: Part 3

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The College Swim Team: Part 3

Ryan learns how to control his erections.

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When I arrived at practice the following morning, I had almost forgotten I'd invited Coach Bradley to it. I'd undressed in Dr. Wynn's office, as usual, and headed to the pool, expecting Dr. Wynn to be waiting for me near the pool. I was half right. Coach Bradley was also there. Of course, me, being me; well, I was already sporting an erection.

"Hi," I said, approaching. "Dr. Wynn, I told Coach Bradley she could come today. I hope that's okay."

"Of course, of course, we were just talking about you," said Tammy.

"And your improvements," said Amanda. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt, a thick bra underneath, and a light jacket overlay, with sweats and comfort shoes below. Dr. Wynn always dressed more conservatively, as she was now, in a blouse and velvet skirt. Somehow, she made it work.

Wanting to get started immediately, I pushed past them and said, "Well, I'm ready when you are, Coaches."

I think I heard Amanda whispering to Tammy, "So he's always like that?" but I wasn't sure. Nevertheless, they were whispering to each other as I took position on the block. Tammy picked up the controller to the timer and set it off. I flew through the air, with a perfect, long dive.

"One of your best launch times," said Tammy, as I came up for air. I paddled to the side of the pool, but got out quickly, again rushing past the two, minimizing the time they could see my embarrassing erection. On the third run, Tammy stopped me. "Come here, Ryan."

I didn't mind the conversations I had with Tammy when we were worked alone, even with the boners, but adding a new girl to the mix made me nervous. For some reason, this only stiffened my rod more. Regardless, I knew better than to disobey Dr. Wynn's instructions. When I was just a couple feet from the both of them, I asked. "Yes?"

Coach Bradley looked at me in the eyes. With her clothes on, it made it easier for me to reciprocate, unlike yesterday. "Ryan, I don't think your form could be better. Dr. Wynn has explained how you have improved your reaction times. It's brilliant." I smiled, nodding, but didn't know what else to add. "There is one thing, however, we do need to address. It's um; your; well, your sexual state."

I started fidgeting, and the coach could see that her direct approach to my problem made me feel uncomfortable. I wished no one would mention it. As far as I was concerned, I couldn't do anything about it. "Ma'am, I don't mean to;"

"Mr Feller, it's okay that you get erections. However, the frequency you get them, and length of time you maintain them, is alarming."

'Damn, she isn't giving it to me lightly, is she?' I thought.

"As I was discussing with Dr. Wynn, your erections are likely working against you; in the water, that is. If you could get it under control, you could probably decrease your times even more."

"Yeah, I've thought about that," I mumbled. "Still, there's nothing I can do about it, Coach Bradley, and I am not trying to be belligerent or stupid or anything. It's just; well; it happens around girls when I'm naked. I can't keep my mind off it, and that only makes it worse." I trailed off with, "Especially with hot girls around me at practice now."

Amanda and Tammy glanced at each other and then back to me. Finally, Coach Bradley said, "The reason we pulled that stunt yesterday, with all the girls practicing nude, was to get you accustomed to it, and to give you moral support. To get whatever you need out of your system, out of your system, but it appears your problem won't go away, even after doing that." I was sulking as she laid out the facts. "So Dr. Wynn and I have decided to try another approach."

"Yes, Ryan," said Dr. Wynn. "The worst that can happen is nothing, but the best that could happen, is we resolve your problem."

I looked at my raging cock, and then at them. "Believe me, I have tried everything."

"Not everything, Mr. Feller," continued the doctor. "In psychology, I learned a thing about risk versus reward. I think we can apply those principles here."

I curled my brow, not catching her meaning.

"Ryan," broke in Amanda. "If you can make it through every practice, until our first meet of the season, without getting another erection, Dr. Wynn and I will reward you."

I laughed. "All the riches in the world probably wouldn't be able to do the tri;"

"You can have us," barked Tammy. I stopped speaking immediately. "That's right, Ryan. Coach Bradley and I will give you one night of unadulterated pleasure. It's far more than a young man of your age and experience deserves to have, but that's the deal. Sex with the both of us. We'll be all yours for one night. But no more erections until the first meet!"

I was speechless. I mean, the first moment she mentioned it, I thought it was a joke, or that I was taking it the wrong way, but they were serious. They were willing to fuck me, and all I had to do was get my erections under control. How could I Not attempt to do this? Even if I had to jerk off sixteen times a day, I'd try it. I stared at the both of them, unsure what to say, when Amanda said, "Well? Think you got it in you?"

"I don't know," I said, as I felt blood rushing through my raging woody. With that happening now, it seemed far-fetched that I could accomplish this task, but I was sure as hell going to do my best.

"Ryan! We meant what we said. No more erections during practice!"

I was at private practice now with Dr. Tammy Wynn, and though I had somehow eeked out of the last group practice (where we temporarily shared pool space with the girls) without getting an erection, I had not prepared for this morning's routine in the same way. My boner stood high in the air before her.

Just before I went to the last group practice, I beat off literally a half dozen times, and while I was there, I dared not look at the girls' side of the pool. None of them were naked that time around, but it didn't matter. If I see a girl look at me when I am naked, I tend to get stimulated. I didn't want to risk it, considering the deal that Tammy and Coach Bradley made with me;

"Come, on, Tammy. I didn't get hard yesterday and I had to; well; you know; and I have to again later today;"

"I'm not having it. You have ten minutes to get that under control, or you lose the deal."

The deal was, if I made the next three weeks of practices without getting an erection, Dr. Tammy Wynn and Coach Amanda Bradley agreed to have sex with me. For a moment, while I stood naked in front of Tammy, I wanted to stare her down, to announce that she was asking too much of me, but she was too busy staring at my hard cock and didn't notice the fury in my face. If she hated my boner so much, why did she spend so much time looking at it? I turned away, and stormed off to her office, slamming the door behind me. I went straight to her desk and grabbed some tissues. Not even taking time to sit, I began beating my meat immediately.

I was angry, but the image of Dr. Wynn staring at my cock was enough to get me through my first orgasm. Knowing I would have to do this a few times, I started thinking back to the time the girls went naked at the pool, and when I saw Coach Bradley peeling out of her clothes to demonstrate how to properly dive off the block to one of her students. These images helped push me forward.

Ten minutes hadn't passed and I had already cum three times. I was beating furiously for one more when the door flew open. "Are you almost done?" Dr. Wynn barked, behind me.

"What?" I screamed, embarrassed. I turned further away from her. "Please, go away!"

"Will this help?" I peered over my shoulder and almost came again. Tammy was standing fully naked at the door. "This is what you get. That is, if you get your problem under control. Remember this, Ryan. It's the last time I'll show you, until you make good on the deal."

I'm not sure what got into me, but I straightened up and turned around, facing her. Granted, I was at least ten or twelve feet away from her, but it was close enough. She perked up. For once, instead of ogling her body, I stared her down and began stroking faster. We said nothing, but locked eyes, as I jerked my stiff cock for at least a full minute, and then climaxed, spilling my load on her tile floor.

Fully beaten, I finally let go of my cock. Already, it was sadly limping, overworked from the past twelve hours of abuse. Nevertheless, I sent a clear message to Tammy. I was going to win that bet.

The first week was hell. Every spare moment I would rush to a bathroom, or some such isolated place, to whack it. It was much easier to not have sexual thoughts when I was entirely sexually exhausted. That, and staying on the boys' side of the pool during group practices, while always avoiding any close contact with the girls, seemed to do the trick. I actually felt weaker, and it negatively affected my times, but I wasn't getting boners anymore.

I jerked it a couple times before every morning practice I had with Dr. Wynn, too. Not with her around, of course. She only did that the one time. While I engaged with her during practice, I avoided looking at her. If I saw her eyeing at my nude body, I knew I risked losing the deal.

Until the middle of the second week, that is. The sheer habit of controlling myself began to fill me with confidence, and by the end of the second week I was only masturbating a couple times a day. I was even feeling more confident around girls, with my newfound sense of control.

I was really tested when the petite blonde girl ran up to me one day. We were only a few days out from the first meet and she came over to pep me up about it. I can never remember the girl's name, but I remember she was always bubbly and hyper. She was also one of the few girls on the squad that went naked every now and then, as she was now; which is why I remember it so well. "Hey Ryan, I heard your times are getting better again. You ready for this weekend?"

"Yes, I am," I said, smiling.

One, I felt great about the upcoming match. I was competitive and ready to break new state records. Two, as my penis flopped before the nubile and naked girl, not once did I fear getting erect. I felt like a superhero.

On the last day of practice before the following day's meet, I met in the morning with Dr. Wynn like always. I didn't bother masturbating, and had no problems having direct conversations with her while naked. My penis stayed limp, if hanging extra low. I truly believed I had conquered the problem.

Dr. Wynn said as much. "So, Ryan? Are you ready for tomorrow's meet?"

"Yes. Can't wait?"

"Can't wait to win the meet, or for other things?"

"Both, maybe," I grinned.

She smiled, too. "We'll see. Now get on the block;"

I felt so gosh-darned pumped about the upcoming competition, and my newfound sense of control, that I didn't bother beating off between my last class and practice, either. Instead, I quickly chowed down the first decent meal I'd had all week, and then finally rushed to the Nat. I was a bit late for practice, but eager to win that bet.

I stripped naked in the locker room and barged through the door, out to the natatorium. I almost fainted when I glanced to my right. All the girls were way down on their end of the pool, a considerable distance from me. However, I could tell they were all buck naked, just like the boys. Just like they'd done on that second day of coed practice.

I snapped my head back down to the floor and walked the opposite way around the pool to get to the boys' side. My cock was already a third of the way up, flopping like a heavy club, but eager to rise more. If Coach Amanda Bradley saw me with a hard-on, I was done for.

Controlling my breathing, thinking on my success in the past days, I calmed down.

'I got this,' I said to myself. 'I was starkers in front of Tammy this morning and didn't get a rise. Why should I now?'

"Because they're naked;" I whispered to myself, yet still trying to shake that thought out of my head. I arrived at my bench and sat down.

Half of the boys were already in the water. I nodded to Alex next to me. "They been in there long?" referring to the women swimmers.

"A few minutes. Good thing coach didn't see you weren't here. He's been buried in his notes."

"I had to eat, man. Been starving, trying to keep up with my schedule. I needed it."

"I know what you mean."

I was able to keep my thoughts on the business of swimming, and that kept my junk in check. In the first hour and a half of practice, I'd warmed up, ran three sprints and a one-on-one. Sure, I only focused my sight on the water and the floor; anything but the girls; but the system was working. My cock stayed limp, and I stayed happy.

I was even able to avoid thinking about how Tammy and Amanda were going to be breaking my virginity. Had I thought about it, I might have struggled with the challenge, but I knew better. I stayed clear of any and all sexual thoughts, in spite of the naked girls in the same room with me. Again, I was feeling indestructible.

But then, Mary Ellen Barker happened.

The first day I had discovered that men swam naked at my school was the day I met Mary. I was as naked as I am now, nervous, and hard as stone in front of her. When she stopped me to introduce herself, all I could think about was covering myself, and wishing the roles were reversed. I would have given my left nut to see her naked.

On the one day the girls had been naked at practice (before this one), I never got a good look at Mary. That was not the case now. As I approached the block for the final run of the evening practice, she rushed up to me. I couldn't help but be distracted from the jump, and turned my head toward her. Her glorious, grapefruit-sized tits bounced as she rushed towards me. "Good luck tomorrow, Ryan!" she screamed. "We're all rooting for you."

She stopped a few feet from me, placing her hands behind her back, chest out, and standing on her tiptoes. Her body rotated 45 degrees and she bent one knee slightly, in a pageant swimsuit pose. She smiled and winked, as if she were offering me the view. I felt it immediately, my penis beginning to react. "Thanks!" I yelled back. "That means a lot. Good luck to you, too, Mary."

"Oh! You know my name?" She reached out and grabbed my forearm, pulling me back toward her, while I was trying to turn away. I wanted to get in the water immediately.

I pitched my head in the air, staring at the ceiling. "Of course I know your name. You introduced yourself to me the first day I was here."

"Oh, yeah, when I was with Sheila and Betty. I should get them over here to wish you good luck, too."

"No, no! No trouble," I said, with a quiver in my voice. My todger was half hard now. I had to hurry! "Thanks, though." I started to turn around again when I heard a voice behind Mary. It was Coach Amanda Bradley.

"Oh, Ryan?" she yelled.

I looked past Mary, careful to avoid her nudity as best I could, to see the women's coach rushing up. At least she was dressed. "I just wanted to say I started utilizing some of the exercises you and Dr. Wynn showed me. Can't wait to use that electronic timer, too. Thanks for getting me involved."

While Coach Bradley spoke, she stared directly at my stiffening cock. Up until now, she had always refused to do that. Then, she licked her lips. That's all it took. I glanced back to Mary, spotting her fully nude form, then back to the coach who was utterly doting over my cock, and in an instant it popped to action.

"There it is!" yelled Coach Bradley, jumping up and down, clapping. Mary began bursting out in laughter, too, and this caught the attention of the other girls. A natatorium carries sound. It echoes off the walls. And the room filled with laughter. I didn't know if the girls were in on the bet, or if they had been put up to this, but it didn't mater. It was over. I lost. Finally, Coach Bradley looked me in the eyes. "Don't worry, sport. Can't win 'em all."

Then, she zipped around and strolled off.

With my cock aimed not two feet from Mary, and all the girls on the squad watching, too, I just stood there, furious. I think, by then, I had lost any semblance of shame.

Mary grinned big and winked once more. Then walked away, wiggling her beautiful ass as she went. I later learned that Coach Bradley wagered that Mary couldn't get a boner out of me. Mary got a weekend without curfew or room check. Mary didn't know it but it was actually a prize for getting Coach Bradley & Coach Wynn out of having to be my slut for a night.

Somehow, I had to make this right;

Ryan loses a bet, but wins everything.

It was the day of our first swim meet, at home. Clearly, this gave us an advantage, competing in familiar waters. Other weeks we would be traveling, competing at other schools. I'd discovered that some of the ones in the tri-state area allowed boys to wear swim trunks, but here at home, none were given that privilege. Not even the visiting teams. The girls, of course, got to wear their school-sanctioned swimsuits if they chose, and most did, but male nudity was commonplace and expected here. Just my luck.

I was still angry that Coach Amanda Bradley and Dr. Tammy Wynn foiled the agreement we made. They promised if I could go the entire three weeks, prior to the meet, without getting an erection during practice, they would give me one night of "unadulterated" sex. They played me, though. At practice yesterday, Coach Bradley had the girls go to practice naked. Then they tapped Buxom Mary to come over and flirt. With her hourglass figure and big melon tits wiggling constantly. Her overt flirtations and charming expressions. Of course, I got hard!

Now, I had to go through with this swim meet, knowing I had nothing to look forward to. I'd been anticipating it every minute of every day, up until I lost the bet. I was furious, because I had worked so hard to get my problem under control. At first, I beat off constantly so I would be in a constant state of sexual exhaustion. It negatively affected my swim times, but I was still the fastest on the team, by far.

Eventually, I had become so accustomed to being flaccid around the girls, and during practice, that I began stroking off less and less. Especially, the last few days. When the girls showed up at practice yesterday, as naked as the boys were, I couldn't help but pop a boner.

I felt so dejected from the ordeal, I still hadn't bothered beating off before the swim meet today. I was undressing in the locker room with Pete Wilkins next to me. "Did you see how many people showed up for this?" he asked. "My whole family is here. And that other team must be big, because the visitors' side is packed, too.

"What?" I asked, dropping my shorts, throwing them into my locker.

"Yup. And they invited the girls squads from Both teams to watch, so they'll be staying on our side of the pool, because there's not enough room in the bleachers."

"Why did they invite the girls to watch? They could just stay in the locker rooms until the boys finish." It was a valid argument, I thought, as I laid it out.

The College Swim Team: Part 2

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Wed, 17 Jun 2026 02:37:00 +0000

The College Swim Team: Part 2

We have to share practice time with the girl's squad.

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

I wouldn't be surprised if most of you don't believe my history up to this point in the story. You might think the idea that men swimming naked in public pools in 1959 is crazy. I would agree it is crazy, but it doesn't make it less true. Turn on your google, or whatever it is, if you don't trust me and look it up yourself.

Perhaps the hardest pill for you to swallow, is that I had such an intimate sexual experience with the female coach, Dr. Wynn. Well, it happened. I always kept that secret to myself, up until now. There were more events that occurred during this joyous time in my life and I'm happy to share them with you before I go, but I'm warning you: If you haven't believed my story up to this point, you may as well quit reading now. It gets crazier.

It was about a week later, following a Friday afternoon practice, when things really took a turn. Coach Andersen had the team line up at the end of the pool. "Gentlemen, in three weeks we start competition. I am more confident in this squad, than any other I have ever coached. You make me all very proud."

It was nice getting the acclaim. We had survived several weeks of practice and conditioning, injury free, and three more weeks of it seemed ever more grueling, even though we were seeing the benefits of the hard work. All nine of us had rippling hard bodies, what many would consider to be "peak" physical condition. Knowing Coach Peterson and Dr. Wynn, they always set the bar higher.

"Unfortunately, boys, we are faced with a challenge. I am offering you the opportunity to make a big decision."

The nine of us, all naked and still wet, began mumbling among each other.

"Settle down, settle down. Here's the issue. The pool at Drexel has cracked its foundation. They will be rushing to repair it, but in the meantime, our old rivals have no way to practice in a proper 50-meter pool. That is, unless they bus over here daily. They called and asked if we would be willing to give them access to our pool every day at 7 pm., until the season officially begins."

Seven o'clock is when the girls usually start practice. We're 4 to 6:30, and they're 7 to whenever. The break, between the two squads coming and going, usually prevented any of the girls from accidentally stepping into the pool area while we were there. Although it was allowed and tolerated for girls to be around, I had discovered that it wasn't considered good etiquette, unless one was a coach or a lifeguard.

That first day of school, when I had experienced being naked in front of several girls, had perhaps skewed my reality of the situation. I even noted that when Dr. Wynn did stop in during our afternoon practices, she never over-extended her stays, always doing her best to make the boys feel comfortable. Still, whenever she was there, I popped wood.

Pete Wilkinson on the end spoke up, "If Drexel can't practice, we'll trounce 'em in competition!"

Buddy Preston raised his arm. "Do we really want to win that way?" Buddy was well-liked by everyone, and if it weren't for me, he would have been the fastest on the team. "You know that's no way to win a meet." The others agreed, me included.

"I thought that's how you would see it," said the coach. "Obviously, this creates problems with how we share our facility. Coach Bradley's squad will have to forfeit their time for Drexel. She and I discussed it, and feel we can effectively utilize the space by giving her girls the west side of the pool, and we'll take the other. We'll have fewer lanes to practice in, but we can resolve this by coming in at 3:30 and staying until Drexel arrives at seven."

It sounded to me like they'd already made up their minds. Strangely enough, after more than a month at the school, I had yet to meet Amanda Bradley, the woman who many considered to be Coach Peterson's equal. I knew she'd been the girl's coach for more than a decade, and had a winning record almost impressive as her counterpart's.

Coach Peterson paced as he debriefed us. "I'll call Drexel and tell them they can start Monday. It will give us enough time to make arrangements over the weekend." Suddenly, he stopped. "Do I have to remind anybody to be on their best behavior in the presence of the girls' squad?"

We all shook our head and mumbled "No," but Scott Thomas raised his hand. I remember it was Scott, because if there was one person who might have been more socially awkward than me, it was him. Also, he was standing right next to me. Still, he didn't get stiffies every time Dr. Tammy Wynn stopped by. It appeared only I suffered that humiliation.

"Um; Coach Peterson?" he asked. "I; uh; know the girls can wear their swimsuits and all, but while they practice with us, it will be mandatory for them, right?"

I jerked my head to him. "Mandatory?" I whispered. "What the heck are you suggesting? They have to wear suits, of course!"

Coach Peterson started laughing, shaking his head. "Oh, Mr. Thomas; and you, Mr. Feller." He slowly walked up to me, standing not two feet away. Thank goodness Dr. Wynn wasn't there. Otherwise, my penis would not have been flaccid. "For as fast as you swim, you really ought to know more about what it is you are swimming in. Without going into the history of this great sport and leisure activity, here are the rules: stay in your lane, don't jump in until you hear the buzzer, and abide by all dress codes."

"I do, sir," I insisted. "I was just saying, so do the girls. They abide by the rules, by always wearing their suits."

The coach sighed, "Apparently, you are still in the dark over our protocols. Boys, why do we not wear suits in the pool?"

One at the end of the line shouted, "Fibers in the pumps and filters. Clogs them up, making us have to replace them."

"I thought it was checking for rashes and wounds," said a boy on the other end.

"Yeah, to ensure we're clean, everybody knows that," said another.

"It's all those things," cried the coach. "There is every practical reason to swim in the nude, Mr. Feller. Not to mention, we have long standing traditions here."

I nodded, not wishing to upset the coach with my ignorance any further.

"Back to your question, Mr. Thomas. Will the girls be required to wear their suits? I'll discuss it with Coach Bradley. I think it is a reasonable request."

Again, my curiosity got the best of me. "But wait, I don't;"

"What is it you don't understand, Mr. Feller? The girls don't have to wear their suits, but should they prefer to protect their modesty, they may. We offer the school sanctioned suits for that reason."

"You mean they can also practice naked?" The thought of it sent blood rushing to my cock, but the look on my coach's face helped to keep me in check.

"You really are from Kansas, aren't you? Most of them wear their suits, I suppose. Sometimes one or two of them go without, so I've known, but it's a girl's privilege to protect her modesty, especially against young men like yourself. We wouldn't want any of you boys getting impractical thoughts." The coach paused again, looking directly at me. "So you all try to control yourselves."

I blushed, looking down. I suspected Dr. Wynn had told him about my problem, that every time we practiced together, I had an erection. It didn't matter if I kept my mind on other things, it just seemed my penis autonomously got hard in the presence of a female. Especially her.

Hopefully, Dr. Wynn hadn't revealed that she had swallowed my cum once. I felt fairly confident she kept that a secret, like I did. How I wished she would let me do that again, but she'd acted very professional ever since. I guess she meant it when she said it was a one-time thing.

Coach Peterson raised his hand before dismissing us. "Mid-morning practice tomorrow, then take the rest of the weekend off, boys. You deserve it, you really do. Even you, Ryan." He winked at me. "I know you've been working hard."

I wasn't sure if that was a double entendre, or just a simple compliment. I headed to the locker room with my teammates, already dreading the coming Monday. We were to arrive early to practice, giving me barely any time between it, and my last class for the day. I had to pack a snack for in between, since it would be three and a half hours of grueling drills, all while the girl's team worked their side of the pool. That was the real beef. I was filled with anxiety thinking about how I would handle myself, naked, in the presence of so many girls.

The temperature was surprisingly cool that Monday morning, but while I meandered from one class to the next, I was sweating buckets. I couldn't stop time. It was bound to come, and the minutes passed far too quickly. 'Please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner,' was all I could think about, repeating over and over in my head. When I got to the locker room to undress, some of the others were whispering to each other, pointing at me. Pete snickered and threw me a thumbs up sign.

"What?" I asked.

"They're making bets on how long before you sport wood."

I went flush. It was so humiliating. I guess it had happened enough times, and was now a well known fact, that I always got hard around girls; just like a dweeb. I was unable to contain myself around girls; at least when I was naked.

Look, it wasn't unheard of to happen to someone when swimming. Strapping, young men pop random wood on occasion. It's understood that it happens, and when it does, the rule of thumb is to ignore it. Still, it's somewhat frowned upon. And people like me; who do it all the time; weren't usually welcome in the pool, I had discovered. I suppose I was lucky that Dr. Wynn had been so forgiving of the issue. Having practiced with her so many times, she could probably pick my hard cock out from a lineup.

I looked at the small group of kids mocking me and stared them down for a second, before throwing my towel to the floor. "Put me in for less than a minute."

It was perhaps the first, genuine bonding moment I had with any of my teammates. Up to this point, they kind of avoided me. My highly competitive spirit set some people off, while others were just jealous of my talent. But self deprecation goes a long way, I guess, and the boys broke into howls when I admitted I had a problem.

Scott slapped me on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad, man. With all those girls swimming nearby, wearing those loose-hanging suits, I'm pretty sure you won't be the only one challenged with the problem."

"No shit," said Pete. "It's been bugging' me all weekend. Damn, can you imagine? When Mary Jenkins comes out of the water? Woah, I can't wait, but I am gonna have a hard time not popping wood." Others laughed again, when Pete said, "Maybe not like Ragin' Woody Ryan here, but I'll definitely be struggling. I might have to jump in the water periodically."

Others snickered and clapped, nodding their heads. Pete's moniker stuck. From that point forward, I was known as Ragin' Woody Ryan. At least, far more often than by my short name. We finally shuffled to the pool, making our way to our corner of the large, open room. The girls were already on their side, circled around a woman. From my distance, I couldn't really make her out, but she stood almost a foot taller than any of the swimmers.

Coach Peterson snapped us to attention and we lined up in front of him. "OK, boys, we're going to start with laps. Since we only have five lanes available, five of you go now, ten minutes later, the other four."

Always eager to get in the water, I volunteered with four others and made my way to the third lane down. As I was about to get on the block, I noticed the girl's squad was still circled around their coach, who was dressed in one of those school sanctioned suits. With her standing so high above the squad, I finally got a good look at her. Late 30s I would guess and extremely top heavy. She made the redhead I met on my first day here look small in comparison.

A blonde girl who faced the coach, with her back to me, had one knee on the floor. I remember thinking she was so thin, because I could see her spine. It took a second for that to register in my brain, but I suddenly realized she didn't have anything on at all. Not a stitch of clothing! I whipped my head back to the water the moment I realized, desperate to jump into the pool, before my penis responded to the mental stimulation of a girl being naked in the same room with me. I dove in straight away.

By the time I started my stroke, my cock was raging hard. I was so grateful it was under the water, because it took the entire ten-minute run of laps for it to finally go away. I was desperately trying to focus on anything other than the girls. I swam hard, focusing on my form and the fury of my stroke, when just before time was up, it finally went flaccid again. I remember being so relieved when coming out of the pool.

That was, until I realized we had to sit on the bench; which faced the pool. I knew I'd be tempted to look to the girl's side. They weren't close, but close enough to fantasize about, and soon, I would be struggling to save face again. Scott Thomas flagged the coach down, just as we neared the bench. "Coach, I thought all the girls were going to be suited up, and uh; um; I saw one of the"

"Oh, yes, about that." The coach stepped closer. The five of us who had just come out of the water huddled around him. "Dr. Wynn and I discussed it with Coach Bradley, and we determined that it was best not to make any extraneous rules during this short matter of inconvenience."

"But;" Scott started.

"No buts. It was actually something Mr. Feller said to Dr. Wynn, I believe, that helped make our decision. 'That men would behave no differently around the women, than they do us.' It's quite forward-thinking, progressive; and dare I say, debatable, but it was decided. If some of the girls happen to go without their suits, I expect you all to ignore it. Understood?"

We all nodded and made vocal affirmations, though I think we all were rather scared; scared of the prospect of having reactions around naked girls. We weren't superhuman, and though it may have been considered inappropriate to get erections while swimming with others, deeming it "inappropriate" didn't stop them from occurring. I'm guessing I was more worried than most, considering my track record.

The coach continued, "Never mind the girls. The only things you should be focusing on right now are your times. I want to see those relay scores improve. Considering your individual runs, it ought to be better."

We nodded again and grabbed our towels. As I was about to sit down, the coach tapped my shoulder, likely because I was closest to him. I should have kept a distance. "Hey Ryan, run this over to Coach Bradley. We must have swapped clipboards this morning. Ask her if she's got mine."

Coach reached out, handing me a clipboard with a dangling pen, attached to a thread. Several sheets of paper were tightly clipped to it, and it did look a lot like Coach Peterson's. I could see how they may have swapped them, but I wasn't thrilled about returning the item to Coach Amanda Bradley, who was now seated on the opposite end of the pool, on a bench that was against the wall, mirroring ours. I started the long walk over.

For those unfamiliar with the size and scope of a natatorium, allow me to explain. The pool is 25 meters wide (80-ish feet) and 50 meters long. The diving pool, located at the other end of the facility, is deep and also large, though not nearly the same scale as the Olympic pool. Our locker room entrance was situated somewhat between the two pools, on what was now the girls' side of the pool.

The distance between our bench and the girls' was about a hundred feet. Try looking at something from that far away. You can see it, but you can't make out the details. So from this distance, the boys weren't too concerned about being seen naked by the girls. Of course, the boys swimming in the two lanes nearest the girls' lanes knew they were at risk, to some degree. It was bound to happen, and I envied those who could manage it, without getting an erection.

Because now, as I slowly made my way over to the girl's coach, I felt my penis already twitching. I knew I was doomed, but I was trying my damndest to think of anything other than girls, or my nudity. I thought about my math test, the previous week's baseball scores, and anything else I could come up with, but I knew if I caught so much as one girl glancing at my package, it was over. I was already half stiff when I was within twenty feet of Coach Bradley.

I held the clipboard slightly in front of me, trying to cover. How I wish we had the same options as the girls and could wear suits. The women's coach was currently focused on one of the girls in the water, when she turned to a student on her left, an attractive brunette. "Make sure we tell Wendy to bring her arms up more on that forward stroke."

"Excuse me, ma'am? Coach Bradley?" I stiffly kept the clipboard in place while addressing her.

She looked up, pausing at my chest, before darting her eyes to my face. "Yes?"

"Coach Peterson asked me to return this clipboard to you. He thinks he may have swapped his with yours."

"Oh, he did! In my office. I noticed after he left, but I left his there. I figured we'd get them sorted after practice."

"Oh, okay," I said, beginning to turn away, thinking, 'Please let me keep the clipboard, please let me keep the'

"Do you know where my office is?" she asked. "South Hall, fifth door on the left." That was further down the hall than Dr. Wynn's office, but I knew where it was. "It's open. If he needs his clipboard, just go get it."

While walking to the girl's side of the pool, and being in the direct presence of Coach Amanda Bradley and several of the female team members, I had somehow managed to keep my willy from going nilly.

Had it not been for my impeccable effort of maintaining eye contact, I am certain my rod would have stiffened faster than Billy the Kid could ever draw his weapon. This was because, below Coach Bradley's eyes were perhaps the two largest mammaries I'd ever seen. I noticed it the moment I crossed into the girl's area, and looked away to keep my mind on other things.

In that brief glimpse, I noticed how the terrible shape of the school-sanctioned swimsuit made her body looked more "ballooned" than it likely was, because her legs appeared to be thin and tone. I dared not risk taking a closer inspection of her body, and as we engaged our short conversation, I proudly managed to keep my cool.

It was short lived;

"He probably wants his clipboard, right?" the coach asked, as I kept staring at her contemplating what I should do. "Just give me mine, and go fetch it. Come on. Get going, already." She held out her hand, expecting me to hand over her clipboard.

"Oh. Yeah, okay. Fourth door on the left?"

"No, fifth. Fifth door." She turned to her student again. "Allison, why don't you just take uh;"

I had not yet surrendered the clipboard, but said, "No, no, it's okay, I can find it."

"Don't be silly. Allison just gave her lane up to Mary a few minutes ago. She's got time."

"Oh; well, okay, then," I said, defeated. The coach thrust her hand out again a

The College Swim Team: Part 1

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Tue, 16 Jun 2026 02:36:00 +0000

The College Swim Team: Part 1

College swim teams sometimes went nude, in the '50s. I joined one.

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

The old College Journal.

It was a different time, a different generation. Hell, two generations. But as the years draw closer to my final days, my memories only become clearer. Besides, what much else did I have to do other than to reflect on better times? Edna passed on eight years ago, and we never had children. I'm retired and have a woman come by to clean the house once a week. That's about all the socializing I do. Mostly, I just sit my ass on the front porch and either bitch to myself about the news, or think on old times. I'm a stereotype old fart, now.

The memories keep me going, though. From the last vacation that Edna and I shared together in Vancouver, to the first time I broke the Kansas state record in a freestyle 100-meter swim match. I often thought about the short stint I had on the Olympic team, before my knee problems, and other notable events like my wedding, and the fishing trips my best friend Lyle and I used to go on.

But there was one moment in time that I reflect on more than others. We probably all have that one favorite slice of time in our lives that we would like to repeat. This was mine.

It was the Fall of 1958. I'd earned a full scholarship to Penn, for their university swim team in eastern Pennsylvania. Technically it was an academic scholarship, but all the Ivy league schools somehow happened upon star athletes when looking for intelligent students.

I moved into my athletic hall dorm room with only one day to spare before classes officially began. It was a single bed dorm and a perk of the scholarship, as most students roomed together. I'd acquired enough trophies back in Wichita to merit the interest of several colleges, and high enough GPA for a full ride and the perks (they definitely incentivized me to come here), but I was about to discover things operated much differently at the school pool and the local YMCA, in this part of the country

"Naked?" I gasped, as I was changing into my swim trunks in the natatorium's locker room after just meeting a few of the other team members.

"Yeah, buddy," said the sophomore teammate, talking to me, a short guy with dirty blonde hair. "Where are you from again? Penn requires proper swim guidelines. You shoulda known that."

The guy speaking to me didn't really know me, but I had mentioned I was from out of state.

"Health and cleanliness of the pool. Everyone knows that," he said. “Besides, the original Greek Olympians all competed in the nude. It's also mandatory at the YMCA, ya know.”

I later found out that the YMCA, which was for men and boys only; did keep that same policy for another 10 years.

This may have not been so jarring for me, if it wasn't only the second day I was there. I hadn't even met anyone yet, and certainly wasn't prepared for this. We, the incoming freshmen swimmers, were to meet the coaches and then be timed on distances, and assessed on our performances and styles. But naked?

Again, I hadn't even met the coach at this point. Back then, we handled things by local scouts and the mail. My folks didn't even own a phone. I was scouted, correspondences were made, and I accepted their offer. Now I was here, a bit lost.

Not knowing what else to do, or with whom to argue, especially since all the other young fellas were striding out the door, starkers. I followed suit; without my Lasstex swimsuit. To my utter horror and shock, as I trailed behind my teammates, three girls walked past, giggling as they checked out our dangling packages.

“What the hell?” my chin dropped and my hands cupped my package.”

Unlike us, these 3 coeds had the old Lasstex Rubber bathing suits on, though they were school-sanctioned, come to find out. They were thick one-piece numbers, all of the same dull color, that draped over their bodies and fit rather loosely. One of the girls had light red hair and a large enough bosom that you could see her tits bouncing firmly under the material as she moved. Lasstex was a rubberized fiber that allowed some stretch and reset, but not a lot of either. These thick women's fabricated maillots would be phased out in the sixties, by a new swimwear company called 'Speedo' . They pitched a line of very thin nylon knit suits. Very form-hugging and tight. Years later they introduced Lie craw blends and very form-fitting silhouettes.

"Why aren't they naked?" I whispered to the sophomore teammate in front of me.

"Huh? What is wrong with you, man? Modesty. They're virtuous ladies. Who cares if we guys swim naked? We've always done that."

"Well, what about my modesty? I don't get it. We always wore suits back home."

"Hmm. I don't know any college athletes with modesty or virtue; and I bet you had to change the water in the pool every damn week. But then, you live in sod houses, too; right?"

I shook my head. "Just every season, along with regular maintenance. I think you're being fed a load of bullshit."

The boy ignored me, shaking his head, too.

I followed him to the end of the pool where we all formed into a line. Nine of us, total. A few minutes passed while some of the teammates tried to engage in conversation, but it was apparent most of us were strangers. A moment later, two adults entered the natatorium through a side door nearest our side of the pool. The one was reserved for staff. They stopped directly in front of us. The oldest had a whistle around his neck and a clipboard in his hand, while the younger one carried the same kind of whistle in his left hand, and a stopwatch in his right.

The older one began barking at us. "Boys! You're in college now and joining one of the most elite swim teams in the Ivy League. I'm sure you're all honored to be here." Coach Robertson barked out.

Already, I thought the coach was a bit full of himself; and come to find out, he was. But he had passion in his tone. "Things change for you, starting today. You will be exposed to the finest training, and newest techniques in the field, to improve your minds, your competitiveness; and your bodies, your speed and endurance.

It is going to require a dedication unlike you ever experienced, I guarantee; no matter how much your daddies pushed you when you were babies."

My parents were never around, and I pushed myself pretty hard. Swimming was all I had. It distracted me from problems at home. I was grateful and lucky such programs existed back in those days. Most poor Kansas kids like me don't get these kinds of programs offered in their schools anymore, and it's shameful.

I remember the coach rattling on, pacing back and forth as he explained what he expected of the new recruits. He explained we would be at practice five times a week, At least 2 hours at a time, and were expected to work on our own, in addition to that. No problem for me, I thought.

Finally, the coach stopped in front of the middle of our group and turned, facing all of us. "I intended to wait until another member of our staff arrived before officially making introductions. It appears her meeting with the Dean must have gone over."

'Her? Did he just say her? He wanted to wait to introduce us to a woman coach, while we were naked?'

Just as those anxiety-ridden thoughts were passing through my brain, the staff door burst open again and out walked a beauty; an utter goddess. She was tall, yet wore heels. Her dress was conservative, yet form fitting, and her frame was lithe, but firm. She had the figure of an elite female athlete. Her tits were a bit bigger than average, maybe a C cup (but I didn't know that back then), and her shoulder-length, brunette hair had the slightest hint of curl. She wore little or no make-up. She didn't need it. Being so smartly dressed and so well-poised, the woman radiated a presence that was both practical and professional, while also embracing her beauty.

"Oh, good. Men, I would like to introduce you to Dr. Tammy Wynn. While she was finishing her doctorate at UCLA, she ran the strength and aerobics camps for both their male and their new female swim teams. Those teams went on to win back-to-back national championships during her short time with them."

I knew about the UCLA wins, but not much else.

A bit of historic background;

Very few colleges had female competition teams, but the women's intramural teams at several area colleges, including the 'seven sisters' college group, began holding unsanctioned swim meets, in conjunction with the men's teams. Byrn Mawr college, here in the Philadelphia area, is one of those legendary 'seven sisters' colleges. It was the female counterpart to the Ivy league men's colleges, a century ago. They also used the natatorium at Penn, for their practices and a few competitive events. Penn had a coed policy for several years, but other Ivy League schools were just catching up. Prior to that, Bryn Mawr College ladies used to host the Penn male students for several social events and 'mixers'.

The coach continued, "UCLA is renown for their advanced physical training program. We've brought Dr. Wynn here to implement the same here, so you will be seeing a lot of her. Mostly in the gym, but sometimes she will come here, our natatorium; to evaluate your progress and improvements. Is everyone clear?"

We all nodded and grumbled.

"Is everyone okay with a women coaching you?"

We all nodded again, but one guy snorted near the end of the line. The coach squinted his eyes, trying to discern who had made the offending sound. He spoke slower, "We don't typically allow women to hang around the pool while the men use it, I'm sure you all know that. Dr. Wynn is the exception to the rule. I expect you to be as respectful to her, as you are to me and Coach Adam. Is that clear? If I discover any of you are disrespectful, in any way, or don't do exactly as she says, you will be ejected from this team immediately."

Again, all the boys nodded and mumbled their affirmations.

"So now that you have been introduced to Dr. Wynn, let's get to the rest of us. If you don't already know me, I am Coach Roger Peterson. Under the seven years I have been here, we have earned two Ivy League championships and won four regionals, among many other achievements. I expect our winning tradition to continue, and to continue improving."

Coach Peterson then went on to introduce his skinny assistant, Adam Bell, who used to be a student at the school. Finally, Dr. Wynn approached the coach, standing next to him. She slowly evaluated us, checking out every muscle and body part on every individual. She made sure it was obvious she was judging us that very moment. Sizing us up.

Her voice was firm, yet had a soft undertone. "As Coach Peterson said, my name is Dr. Tammy Wynn. You may call me Tammy, if you like."

I was surprised she would allow her informal name to be used. It didn't match her professional, no-nonsense look, especially during a time when women were just beginning to demand more respect in the workplace. Tammy began pacing now, in between the line-up of boys and the two coaches.

"I'll thank you all in advance for following Coach Peterson's instruction. I know, for some boys, taking direction from a woman may seem degrading or pointless. But if you ignore my instructions, you'd only be hurting yourselves. I absolutely guarantee every one of you will become the best version of yourselves, within one year of this program. That is, assuming you follow the demands. You will have a rigorous workout routine, and a strict diet. You will be strong and fit, with endurance as well as strength. You'll be fast, with sharper reflexes."

To be honest, the challenge felt exciting. I was already in the top one percent of speed swimmers my age. If I could get into the top tenth of a percent, I had a shot at being the fastest swimmer in the world. Who doesn't want that kind of title?

The guy standing to my left seemed more nervous about displaying his package than I was, and I wasn't even used to it. Maybe he wasn't, either, I don't know. He tried using his hands to obstruct the view of his penis. Dr. Wynn smiled when she passed him, perhaps amused or empathetic. She stopped at me, narrowing her eyes.

"You're Ryan Feller, aren't you?"

"Uh; yes, ma'am," I said, shocked she knew who I was. None of us on the team had yet identified or introduced ourselves. How could she know me?

"I saw some of your film, from back home."

"Film?" I asked. Remember, this was 1958 and I came from a poor family.

"I saw film footage of you competing at the '56 Eastern Districts, and then at your state championship later that year. Didn't you win both?"

"That's right," I said, blushing.

It's a surreal experience talking to a stranger while you're naked, especially when it is the first time meeting them. Even more so (I think) when that stranger is such an attractive member of the opposite sex. It is also one of the curses of youth that a libido can be very easily triggered. As Dr. Wynn spoke to me, my cock began rising. Being naked in her presence was having an obvious effect. The boy to my right began giggling and whispered to the guy next to him.

Dr. Wynn glanced down and saw my predicament, now half erect. She grinned and slowly moved her eyes back to mine. "I expect a lot out of you, Mr. Feller; Ryan. Do you want to break some more records?"

"Yeah. yes, ma'am," I said. It was three quarters up now. All the boys were taking notice, giggling and murmuring.

"That's enough!" yelled Coach Peterson, addressing the issue directly; to my horror. "It happens to all of you, so shut it down now! Feller, get that shit under control."

I muttered something about trying to do just that, but the more I tried not thinking about it, the more I actually thought about it. Having this incredibly gorgeous woman ogling my hard cock, if even for a second, only made it harder. And she tended to glance down at it every few seconds. The rest of the team finally hushed down and formed back into a straight line. I was near the center, but definitely stood out. My johnson was fully raised and parallel to the ground.

If I had to guess, my penis was maybe seven inches long. What made it unique was its girth. It was likely as big around as it was in length. I used to be embarrassed about showering after gym class back home, because I got ribbed on a lot, but I came to the conclusion that most of the guys just jealous. It didn't matter. I suppose growing up with my folks gave me a thicker skin than most.

I remember once, in my second year, a guy named Victor Thompson stopped by my dorm and asked if he could touch my penis. He said he wanted to know how such a fat cock felt in his hands. I thought the request was weird and asked him to leave. Again, it was a different time. I reason now that this was maybe Victor's way of trying to experiment, sexually. He was definitely confused, because he struggled to bring up the subject. It took him forever to get to the point about why he had stopped by, but he was nervous. Last I heard, he married some older lady and had a miserable life with her.

Anyway, back to the present memory at hand. I was trembling while in that line, with my cock sticking out hard as stone. Dr. Wynn had finally rejoined the coach and his assistant. They had each of us state our names and where we were from, and to also mention our favorite hobbies, or any notable skills. Sometimes, they would ask more probing questions. I prayed that wouldn't happen to me. My cock was still hard.

When they got to the guy to the left of me, he said, "Tyler Dudson. I grew up in the Philly. Swam at Westside."

So he should have been used to the nudity, I thought.

"That's a good team and outfit over there, we know that," said Adam, nodding at the boy and then the head coach.

Tyler continued, "I'm really good with woodworking and archery, too."

"Oh yeah?" asked Coach Peterson. "You hunt?"

"No, sir. Targets only."

"Well, you don't know how good you really are until you hunt, right?"

"I don't like killing things, sir," said the swimmer. He still covered his package as he answered, yet he spoke with assured confidence. He wasn't ashamed that he did not like hunting, which was considered a manly thing to do at the time. A rite of passage for many. Maybe it was religious reasons, or something else, but it was obvious the guy was prepared to be challenged on the issue.

Instead, the coach shrugged and said, "Hmm." He then pointed to me. "You next, Woody." Several of the students broke up in laughter. Hadn't he mentioned something about respect earlier?

Maybe I was a little too confident and full of myself, too, but I answered, "Ryan Feller. Wichita, Kansas. I have two hobbies. Swimming and winning meets. It's all I do. It's all I think about."

A voice on the further end of the line mumbled, "I don't think it's all he thinks about."

I blushed as the crowd erupted in laughter again, but I kept my head straight, as if trying not to take any notice of the raging boner myself. The elephant in the room. It was evident Dr. Wynn took some degree of pleasure in my discomfort. She gazed on my package, more than me or the other teammates. And I don't mean just glances. Nope, it was an unabashed, unfiltered, eyes-on-the-business, kind of confidence she had going on with it.

Coach Peterson spoke softer to me now, "Some folks say you have the potential to be the fastest freestyler in the country. Do you think that's true?"

At the time, I lived, ate, breathed and fucked swimming. It really was all I thought about. Winning had become an addiction. "Yes, sir," I said, standing taller. "My butterfly stroke is also hard to beat."

The coach smiled, "Very well. We hope to bring out your best. Good luck, son."

He moved on to the next three individuals before finally wrapping it up. Adam had us jump into the pool and soon, he and the other two were timing us and softly criticizing our performances amongst themselves. I did the fifty meters and the hundred, outpacing everyone in the group dramatically. Coach Peterson seemed impressed with the numbers as he wrote them on his clipboard. "And we haven't even started training yet," he said to Tammy, who gave me a wink.

At least now my cock was not like her thumb; up in the air. It had dropped back to its normal resting place. Penises tend to shrink in water, and along with doing exercise, nature does its thing of protecting the balls and all.

As I was getting out of the pool after my last run, Tammy stopped me. "Ryan, I would like to see you personally in my office tomorrow morning. Are you available?"

"I have class at nine," I said.

"Meet me at eight. It's in the Pilner Building, room 206."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, repeating it in my head over and over so not to forget it.

I think the mental exercise helped keep me distracted, as I didn't get hard again in front of her as she talked. "I'd like to put you through a slightly different program than the rest of the boys," she said. "It may require a couple extra hours out of your week. You okay with that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. Anything that would give me an edge I would take. Sacrificing free time is what separates champions from the rest.

By this time, we had been in the pool for over an hour. Coach Adam whistled and called us to form a line again, just as the door

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sun, 14 Jun 2026 23:57:00 +0000

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3

A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina.

"Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat."

"Like I said last night, you aren't fat."

"Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers.

"Hey, you wanna get her back?"

"Who?"

"Linda."

"Okay. How do we do that?"

"She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so."

"She might like that."

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes.

I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy."

"Yeah?"

"Got a minute."

"Maybe, what's up?"

"In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..."

He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers.

"Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp.

"Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me."

"What?"

"You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn."

"Wait, why would they do..."

"They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something."

"They're really not going to let me in until I do?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh shit."

"What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her.

"That s the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

"It seems fair," I answered.

She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips.

"Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

"I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered.

"Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me."

I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her.

"Oh yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned.

Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her.

"Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me."

"Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch.

"That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda.

The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body.

"Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers.

"Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back.

"Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly.

"Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower."

I grinned and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house.

"Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock.

"So they're naked," he answered.

"And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?"

"I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at."

"I'd do that to you."

"What?"

"Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me."

"Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?"

"What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?"

"I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?"

"The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?"

I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction.

"Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper.

"Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?"

"I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself.

"Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her.

Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me. "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?"

Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road.

"Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?"

"With your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?"

I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to."

She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. "You mean like this?"

I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock.

"How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance."

"Right there, in public like this?"

"This guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?"

"You wouldn't," he responded.

"Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!"

"You wouldn't," he repeated.

I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into action. "Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this. You better take advantage while you can."

"In public like this?" he asked again, still not moving.

"Honey, I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to let him put it all the way in." He didn't move from the road and she pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her. "Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?"

He finally moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.

"Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 2

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 23:55:00 +0000

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 2

Accosted by a cougar, then a night with a virgin.

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

After an impromptu lapdance of sorts at my campsite, Neighboring camper, Naomi; spontaneously impaled herself on my cock while in the throes of a massive orgasm. Then she dared me to walk buck naked with her for the couple hundred yards along the curving road of the K O A campground, toward the women s' shower house. The pool s distant yard light was the only real light other than the moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if this were perfectly normal.

I chuckled as we stepped into the shower building s entry light. She opened the door, and I could hear a shower running, meaning we weren't going to be alone. "This isn't a good idea," I whispered.

"Come on. She'll be long gone by the time we're done," she whispered back, pulling on my arm to drag me into the shower house. We looked down the line of shower stalls and she pulled me all the way to the end one, past the one that was already in use.

Several minutes later, Naomi having just enjoyed a shower climax from behind, she repositioned behind me and I prepared for whatever surprises she offered.

After about 30 seconds under the hot shower and no touches, I turned around & found her gone, and so was my towel!

"Shit," I swore quietly, quickly rinsing myself off. I stepped out of the shower stall, realizing I had nothing at all to cover myself with, not even my towel. I and my turgid cock stepped out of the changing room portion into the aisle that led past all the stalls just as one of the other stalls opened.

A middle-aged woman stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body. She froze, the shower stall door held open, blocking the aisle so I couldn't get past as I stood dripping with my hard cock sticking out at her. She stared at me for long seconds before her eyes traveled down to my hard-on sticking out lewdly at her. She stood for even longer seconds, staring at me, before she looked up at me and seductively grinned.

"Ladies room? That's brave," she said, not making any move to close the door so I could get past.

"It was a friendly bet," I answered lamely.

"Did you win or lose?"

"Somehow I think I lost."

"It sure sounded like your friend didn't," she said with a knowing grin.

"Um... yeah, she didn't."

That was great to listen to, while I enjoyed my shower. Thank you! I could loan you one of my towels?"

"That would be great," I answered.

"Come, and take it off of me, if you want it, big boy." She smirked.

"Umm. You're sure?"

"Oh yeah," she said, stepping a little closer to me, but still holding the door so it blocked the path past her.

I stepped closer to her and gently pulled the towel where it was wrapped around her breasts. As I pulled it, it unwound from around her, leaving her naked. She had big soft, pendulous natural tits and a considerably-sized bush of curls on her mound, but otherwise a surprisingly trim body for an older woman, well, at least older than me.

"Oh darn. Now I don't have anything to wear," she said, stepping towards me, her hand leaving the door but now her whole body blocking my path. "But I'm willing to let you borrow it, for a price."

"A price?"

She grinned. "Listening to you and your friend was pretty stimulating. Let's just say that if I'm going to get that satisfied, it'd have to be here. You interested in cooling the fire you started in my cunt?"

"You want to have sex with me?"

"Maybe," she said, pressing both hands to my chest and gently pushing me back towards the shower stall I'd come out of. She gently pushed me back into it and didn't stop until I was in the shower portion. She turned around and pulled the bench out from the wall and bent over it, pushing her ass out at me. She wiggled her ass side to side expectantly, pushing back until her ass cheeks rubbed against my hard on. "So why don't you see what you can do with that."

I had to admit that I was pretty turned on the way Naomi had left me hanging, so who was I to argue. I grabbed my cock and rubbed my engorged head up and down her surprisingly wet slit, her copious inner lips spreading around me as I settled my head into the entrance to her vagina. I slowly pushed my head into her, letting her body expand around me.

"Oh damn," she moaned softly. "Just so you know...I've never done anything like this before."

"What, had sex with a strange man?"

"Had sex with any man other than my husband," she moaned as I stroked into her in short little strokes, working more of my cock into her, as her juices lubricated my shaft.

"Well, I hope it won't be a disappointment," I said softly as I started stroking into her. I slid almost all the way out and then thrust back in, jamming my cock all the way in until my thighs slapped her bare ass. I reached down past her body and cupped both her tits, capturing them from swinging. I alternately pinched and twisted both nipples and squeezed her big soft tits, while I pounded my cock in and out of her.

"Oh damn," she moaned over and over as I plunged into her, the feeling of my growing need racing towards climax. "Oh damn. I think...oh shit. I'm cumming," she squeaked loudly as her body shuddered and then stiffened, the only indication of her orgasm was the stiffness of her body and the squeezing of her vaginal walls around me. It was only half a dozen more strokes before I began to empty into her, my body jamming my shaft fully into her and spurting a gush of cum deep in her cunt. The two of us stayed there, panting, feeling my cock jerking and twitching deep inside her for almost a full minute before she pulled herself off my shaft. She stood up and turned around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss. "Thank you," she whispered before letting go of me. She stepped back and walked out of the little stall. I followed a moment later, pulling the dropped towel from the floor and wrapping it around my waist. She'd stepped into the cubicle she was in previously and stood, with the door still open blocking the aisle, pulling on a pair of underwear.

"So, you had something else to wear."

"Guilty. I was actually standing here, fingering myself when I heard her go by. I guessed she left you hanging. I didn't know you didn't have anything to wear. I was just taking a chance at catching you before you left. I'm glad you didn't," she said as she pulled a thin nightshirt over her head, the hem falling down well past her ass. She stepped towards me again and reached up to wrap her arms around me. She pressed her tits to my chest and then her lips to mine. "I may need to come back and shower again in the morning," she whispered. "If you happen to still be around, maybe you could help me wash my hair?"

I chuckled. "We'll see," I whispered back before gently pushing her hips back to disengage us. She nodded and stepped far enough out to close the door after she picked up her little shower caddy. The two of us walked out of the shower house together and down the road. We stopped at my campsite, and she tugged the towel off of me. She tossed it over her shoulder to free her hand, which reached down to find my cock and stroke it.

"I wish I had time to throw you on the ground and ride you," she whispered as she stepped closer to me, pressing her shirt covered tits against my bare chest.

"Still horny?" I asked softly as I slipped my arms around her, reaching down with my hands to squeeze her ass.

"Surprisingly, yes," she answered a little breathlessly.

I grinned and used my fingers to bunch up her night shirt until I had my hands on her panties. I slipped my hands up enough to get my fingers into them and then pushed them down, forcing the material down over her ass. She let me kneel in front of her, my hands dragging her underwear down her legs as I did. I knelt in front of her and coaxed her to lift her right foot, pulling the panties off over it and then the left. Before she could set her left foot back down, I pulled it to hook over my shoulder. I pushed the hem of the shirt up enough to expose her curl covered mound and then leaned my face towards her, gently kissing her thigh and then her cunt lips. I used my fingers to tease her lips apart and then licked slowly up her slit to her now exposed clit.

"Oh fuck." She shivered as my tongue teased her clit, flicking over and around her hard nub. We stood there for long minutes, my tongue dipping between her lips as far back as I could reach before sliding up to her clit again. I shifted one hand under her ass to help hold her up, allowing two fingers to stick slightly into her exposed tunnel. I pulled away and looked up at her, her hands still holding onto my head and stroking my short hair. I unhooked her leg from my shoulder, a look of disappointment crossing her face in the tree filtered moonlight. I grabbed the towel from the ground where it had fallen and stood up. It only took me a moment to pull her the few feet to the tailgate of the truck. I put the towel on it and then pulled her to the tailgate. I pushed the night shirt up, letting her lift her arms for me to pull it all the way off before I pushed her back against the tailgate.

She leaned back, propping herself up with her elbows as I lifted her legs, her ass half hanging off the edge of the gate. I stepped between her legs and let go of one leg to grab my again hard cock. "This what you want?" I whispered in the dark as I rubbed my head up and down her slit.

"Oh yes," she hissed softly, closing her eyes as I pressed my head between her lips and into her vagina. "Oh God yes," she moaned as I pressed deeper. I started to push in and out, my short strokes lengthening as her juices lubricated me. In and out I stroked my cock as I moved my hand around her thigh, trapping her leg between my arm and my chest. I held her leg high in the air as I pumped in and out of her, my fingers now stroking her lips around her excited clit. I pressed my thumb between her lips to rub little circles on her clit, her soft delicate cunt lips closing around my thumb as she panted for breath. Her orgasm raced towards climax as my fat head stroked and caressed her tender vaginal walls and my thumb continued to tease her hard excited clit. I slid my left hand up her body to capture one of her wildly rolling tits, squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple gently between my thumb and finger. I twisted her nipple as I continued to assault her cunt, driving harder into her as her orgasm started to approach its pinnacle.

"Oh shit!" she squeaked loudly as her whole body seemed to dissolve in shudders and trembles. I continued stroking into her, trying to drive her climax as high and as long as I could. My thrusting cock pushed and teased her climax for nearly a full minute before she reached down and pressed her fingers against my stomach to stop my strokes. "Oh my God. Enough," she moaned softly. "Oh Lord what an orgasm."

"Glad you enjoyed it," I answered, letting her leg down. I helped her sit up, my hard cock still in her cunt as she pulled herself towards me. "I better go. Gary is going to get worried about me."

"I understand," I whispered as I picked up her nightshirt and helped her put it back on. She held herself tight to me, her legs wrapped around mine, holding my still hard cock inside her as long as possible. With a soft sigh she let her legs loose of mine and I stepped back, pulling from inside her.

"God, I hate to leave a cock like that," she said with a grin. "But I guess I'll just have to find a way to get Gary to fuck me like this."

"Try taking him to the women's showers. Being naughty is a huge turn on for most guys. If he happens to see another naked woman at the same time, just think what that might do for you two."

"He might just like that," she giggled. "Wonder if I can find a way to let him see someone without him knowing I know? I bet I could get Betty to flash him."

"Now you're thinking naughty," I chuckled as I helped her off the tailgate. She collected her towel and panties and then leaned to me to kiss me before walking silently off into the night.

I watched her walk off into the night before heading to my tent. I unzipped the door and then bent to close it back again. With all the windows still open, I crawled onto the big queen-sized air mattress that took up most of the tent. "Holy shit!" I cried in surprise when I touched something on the bed I wasn't expecting. I jumped up and frantically felt around for the little LED light that hung from the ceiling hook. I turned it on and saw the brunette from the camper across the way laying on my air mattress, completely naked, covering her eyes from the light. "What the hell?" I asked with a bit quieter voice as my pounding heart slowly put itself back in my chest.

"Hi," she said, moving one hand from her eyes with a nervous wave.

"What the hell are you doing here? And what the hell are you doing naked in my tent?"

"I...Um....I'm..."

"Come on. Get up and go back home," I said, reaching a hand out towards her. "I'm ready for some sleep."

"I can't," she said quietly. "I'm locked out."

"Well...Get dressed or something."

"Can't do that either. I don't have any clothes."

"No clothes?" I asked, looking around and realizing that my duffel bag and all the sheets and blankets were missing as well. "Shit! Whose hair-brained idea was this? Those two sisters?" I asked angrily. She made a face that left me to believe I was right. "And Naomi? She was supposed to keep me busy while they did this?"

"Sorta. But it wasn't her idea. They said if she didn't, they'd tell her mom that she'd been drinking with you."

"And that's a horrible thing? Drinking with me? Not having sex with a strange man?"

"It is if you come from a teetotaling family. Don't even get started on how they feel about her having sex."

"Jesus," I swore quietly.

"Oh yeah. Definitely."

"No. I mean... never mind. So why you? I guess I'm supposed to have sex with you?"

"Let's just say that...well...I haven't been with a lot of guys."

"So?"

"So, I haven't been with a lot of guys, like at all."

"So?"

"So, Linda and Sandy are determined to get me laid on this trip," she answered.

"And I'm their current target?"

"Well, you have to admit, you did respond to the teases."

"Which you started."

"Yeah, I did. I didn't honestly think you'd pay any attention, let alone stand out there with your cock like that."

"Yeah, well, I'm a sucker for big tits," I answered. "Now what?"

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 23:54:00 +0000

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1

Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet.

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck.

I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the strain for too many more years.

Sex, well, that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets. I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with; and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police.

But vacation for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp sites in little out of the way state parks.

That was what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words, "after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup breasts.

After sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that moment.

I'll always wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent.

Tonight, it was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away.

I frowned to myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with a middle-age housewife, but then...

I settled by the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair, small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I suspected not.

I sat, reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken".

"I bet he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder.

"But if he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something.

"Then she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the three was talking.

Almost suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face with her hands in apparent embarrassment.

"He definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her hands from her face.

"Well, sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other.

"Well, it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on, showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk back to the fire pit in their campsite.

"You didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was, reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass.

"That better?" she asked over her shoulder.

"I wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts.

"Oh really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?"

"Well, seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?"

"All the way as in, to my ankles?"

I chuckled. "That's all the way."

She said something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side significantly.

"We're talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road. "We will if you do."

I was a little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" since I was a teenager. I thought about it for a few seconds. "Kind of public for that, isn't it?"

"Well, if you're scared..."

"Honey, scared isn't in my vocabulary. I climb windmills for a living."

"Well then? Unless you don't have anything to show off..."

I chuckled again. "Tell me, what do you do for a living?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she answered with a smile, pulling her shirt up again; enough to expose one of her breasts.

"Okay. If you're not afraid of public, strip for me then. All the way."

"I will if you do." The bold blonde offered.

"And if I do? Just how long will you stand there naked?" I tested her resolve.

"As long as you do, providing you don't do anything like touch your cock or try to cross the road."

"Hmm, afraid of me being some kind of a pervert or rapist or something?" I decided to speak to her fears.

"Something," she said. "So?"

"Well, seems a little unfair for your friends to get a free show." I upped the ante.

"Oh, they'll be putting up too, but not completely naked. That'll be me. Just like you suggested. Or don't you think you have enough to impress us?"

"Honey, if you wanna see me naked, I'm game. You wouldn't be the first woman I've been naked in public, with in the last few years. So, bring it on!" I said as I stood up, my already-hard cock tenting out my shorts significantly. I was suddenly glad I'd decided to wear just the shorts without my briefs.

"Come on girls. Time to put up."

"I don't believe I'm doing this," the brunette said quietly as she got up and walked towards the road with her two friends. They stopped across the narrow gravel road in the growing gloom and waited for me to reach the same trail.

The blonde pulled her shirt up and off and dropped it on the ground at her feet and then stood, waiting for me to respond. "Your turn?"

I grinned at her and then pushed my shorts down, letting it drag my shaft down and then pop free, snapping back upwards and slapping my pelvis with a gentle splat. "Good enough?" I asked as I stood with my feet spread enough to let my full sack swing low and free.

"Shit," the blonde whispered as she reached for her shorts. She pushed them down and stepped out of them as she stared at my rock hardness, bouncing slightly with my heartbeat. Her tits were small and perky. Her entire body was completely tanned with only a hint of a tiny bikini line around each nipple and her completely shaved mound and teenage-looking snatch. She looked damn hot, and I wondered if she tanned naked outside or in a tanning bed. She stood naked for long seconds, staring at me before turning to her friends. "Come on you two. You agreed," she said as she stepped her feet slightly further apart. One hand slid up her body to her tits and squeezed one nipple while the other slipped down between her legs to stroke her fingers across her glistening lips.

The other blonde pushed her shorts to her knees, exposing a nearly identical cunt, only with a small patch of blonde curls on her mound and a more definite white patch on her cunt and mound. She pulled her shirt up and held it above her tits. The brunette was considerably slower. She pushed her panties down to her thighs, pushing them barely low enough to expose her snatch and the creamy white triangle that was running between her legs. I could just see a little of her cunt as she held her thighs pressed together, limiting my view. She pulled her shirt up again, exposing a pair of easily full C cup maybe even D cup tits. The white around her breasts clearly said she wore a conservative bikini when she was outside and appeared quite shy about her body.

"Jesus," the second blonde said, staring at my cock. "Can I touch it?"

I chuckled. "I thought your sister, it is your sister, right? I thought your sister was worried about me touching you ladies."

"I don't mind if you don't mind," she said as she walked across the maybe fifteen feet of gravel between us. She reached out for my cock and wrapped her hand around me, gripping my hard-on. "Damn! I can't even get my whole hand around it," she said as I gently reached up and teased one of her nipples. She stroked her hand on it a few times, running it all the way to my engorged head before sliding it all the way back to my balls again.

"You wanna play with it or fuck it?" I whispered, getting more turned on by the second, between her hand slowly stroking me, my fingers teasing her nipple, her sister fingering herself a few yards away and the sight of those big tits on the brunette girl. "You wanna come touch it too?" I asked looking right at the brunette.

"Oh God. No. I couldn't. I mean. No," she said, dropping her shirt and pulling her shorts up as she practically ran to the camper and disappeared inside. That seemed to be the end of the game as the brave blonde let go of my cock, dropped her shirt and pulled her shorts up before backing away from me and then turning and walking back to the camper as well.

"You?" said to the more boisterous blonde observer.

"Sorry. I only flash. I don't fuck strangers," the naked blonde said as she picked up her shorts and walked back to the fire pit. She stood there, her ass pointed at me in the growing darkness and pulled on her shorts, giving me a quick look at her cunt from behind. I pulled my own pants up, walked back to the truck and dug out a lantern. I pumped up the gas and lit the mantle. I set it on the tailgate before pulling out a beer and returning to my chair, somewhat disappointed that it hadn't gone further than it had, given she was standing there stroking my cock. I wouldn't have minded one bit if she wanted to get fucked.

I looked over and saw only the first blonde sitting by the fire, so I slouched back in my camp chair, rested my feet on a big rock, & went back to reading my book.

"Hey Linda!" I heard a voice say as a pair of feet crunched in the gravel.

"Naomi! You missed all the

Guide For Deflowering A Man

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Thu, 11 Jun 2026 16:18:00 +0000

Guide For Deflowering A Man

Former fundamentalist begins her ministry to virgin men.

By April601. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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In my early 20’s I dated a guy named Terry. He was a nice enough guy, very respectful and polite. He was my age and not the typical bad guy type that for some reason I seemed to attract or was it I was attracted to?

I began dating him and soon realized he was on the more serious side. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he could hold my attention for more than a couple of dates.

After somewhat of a wild start to my sexual journey I reached a point of self-respect and I had established a few ground rules for myself that I tried to follow. The first rule being that I tried not having sex on the first date! Well, I tried anyway; bless my heart. If I managed to get by that crucial rule, I had made up a few more hypothetical rules.

First dates were limited to heavy kissing only.
Second dates limited to touching, exploring. I would allow my date to touch my breasts and I would go no further than rubbing his groin thru his pants.
Third dates maybe a hand job.
Fourth dates possibly a blowjob, and
If we made it the fifth date there were no limits.

I thought these were reasonable limits for semi-nice girls, which I considered myself as being. If you haven’t heard how I was still a naive, shelter, fundamentalist virgin when an older married man deflowered me, we’ll need to have that conversation; because it explains a lot of my personal journey and progression toward sexual awareness of myself. It also added to my empathy for others with retarded sexual awareness in adulthood.

I remember telling several of my dates these rules but honestly, I don’t ever recall a time when I was able to really stick to them; except with Terry.

My first date with Terry ended with us just kissing and making out in his car. It was all pretty tame and controlled overall. He was polite and seemed to respect the limits and restrictions I was trying to follow.

Some guys are just terrified of sexual intimacy; and need encouragement and affirmation. Some guys are raised to think that all women view sex as dirty male desires, that women inwardly abhor, and only tolerate in marriage arrangements.

After our second date we again began to make out in his car. As things started to heat up with Terry, I reached into his pants to do an assessment of his manhood. I liked what I felt as it appeared to be a good size and worthy of a third date. Never being the patient type, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Yes, I know; I broke my second date rule.

As I began to play with my new toy, Terry stopped me and said he had something important to tell me. Really? I’m stroking your cock, and you want to stop and talk? This was a first for me.

He sheepishly told me he was a virgin! What! Really! He now had my attention. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I thought maybe he was playing games to entice me into having sex with him. He was a good-looking guy but a bit on the shy side, so maybe I could see it. I guess I must have overreacted as he immediately went limp. I apologized and that was pretty much the end of the date.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this good or bad? Should I go on a third date or run?

The next day I called my friend Jenny. She always had answers. I told her everything and wanted her take on the situation. Not to be mean but we did have a good laugh over it. Jenny had never been with a virgin before either. We both pondered over it and the more we discussed it the more intrigued we both became. We jokingly came up with the term “Virgin Boy.” But his sudden limpness was a result of my failure. He needed me to help him overcome his insecurity, and I’d just magnified it, instead. I owed him a do-over, if he’d even let me have another chance.

Jenny pointed out that guys think about sex hundreds of times a day. So if I were his first, he would probably then think of me every day for the rest of his life. Wow what an emotionally powerful thought that was.

“Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has sex with. You will always be remembered as ‘The One’,“ she said. “The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married; when he is 40 and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of his very first time.”

The more we talked about it the more we realized what a great opportunity this was. I think the thought of taking his virginity was turning us both on. By the end of the evening with Jenny, it was decided I would be his first.

But we also agreed that it had to be special, not just a quick hump in the car. This was becoming a huge responsibility for me. I had to do it right. It had to be extra special. I felt an obligation to make it special.

Jenny was dying to meet Terry so when he called for a third date, I told him my friend Jenny would be joining us. We all met at a bar and Jenny loved him. She gave me her approval but also had a suggestion. “How about for his first time he has a threesome with both of us? How special and memorable would that be!” I had threesomes with Jenny before during vacations, so it wasn’t out of the question. I told her I would have to think about it. I did have concerns, though.

A threesome sounded like a great idea but I knew that Terry would end up remembering Jenny and not me. Jenny was a bombshell. She was gorgeous and outgoing. Bigger curves, cute as fuck, guys were drawn to her like a magnet, that’s one of the reasons I loved hanging around with Jenny. She could be overbearing also. Sure, Terry would love to have sex with Jenny but what about me? What about me being “the one”?

As the weeks went on, I was doing my best to refrain from sex with Terry. He was cute and nice but really, he wasn’t anything special, he was just too serious for me. But Terry was a virgin, and this made him special to me. Taking his virginity was all I could think of. If he wasn’t a virgin, I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a third date. He was in my head or was it his virginity that was in my head. I was determined to take his virginity.

Up until this point I had dated older guys, and I was having sex on a fairly regular basis. With Terry I was not doing well without sex. Terry thought I was the good girl type by not having sex. Yes, I was sweet and innocent looking. But the lack of sex and the erotic thoughts about taking a young man’s virginity were driving me crazy. Self-gratification definitely increased during this waiting period.

I finally told Jenny that I wanted Terry for myself. I wanted him to remember me, not ‘Jenny and that other girl’. Besides it was me going without sex all these weeks. I needed his full attention. Jenny seemed a bit disappointed, but she understood.

Jenny and I came up with a plan. As both Terry and I still lived at home I suggested a weekend away in Niagara Falls. The honeymoon capital of North America, how appropriate was that?

Terry agreed and I was so excited. How could I make this special event even better?

Leading up to the weekend, I daydreamed how it all would play out. Would he ejaculate before we even start? Should I tease him or maybe just jump him? What should I wear? It was all I could think of. I was horny as hell in anticipation.

I bought a new nightie for the occasion. There really wasn’t much to it. It was short, sheer, and low cut, not much left to the imagination.

The day finally came. The long drive to Niagara Falls was filled with sexual tension. We chatted and joked during the drive, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I don’t think I ever thought about an impending sexual act as much as I did with Terry. I tried to rationalize it, after all we all lose our virginity at one point, but psychologically this had become a big deal for me. Maybe because my virginity was taken from me by a man ten years older than me that was only concerned about his own sexual gratification.

Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was my responsibility to make sure Terry’s loss of his virginity was a memorable and wonderful experience. Dam I was so thoughtful.

We arrived at our destination and checked into a cheap motel. I will always remember the name “The Rainbow Motel.” Terry was eager to begin and began groping me as soon as we entered the room but I quickly put a stop to it. I had a plan; this was going to be a slow seduction. We unpacked, freshened up, and went to get a bite to eat. No alcohol for either of us, I wanted him to remember this special night.

Once we got back to the room, we sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing. As things began to heat up I told him to get naked and in bed. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look.

I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so that he could see everything that was about to happen to him.

I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer, so I wasn’t hiding anything.

I slowly pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed with him. His cock was standing to full attention as he lay there. I could see he trimmed his hairs for the occasion. How sweet.

I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. I squeezed it tight as I stared at it. I could feel the pulsating blood as it gushed through his veins. I felt a sense of power as his virgin cock throbbed in my tight grasp. After many weeks of planning and anticipation the time had finally come. His virginity was in my hand. No pun intended.

I slowly began stroking him. I was very conscious of the possibility of him pre-ejaculating to my touch. I proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to over stimulate him. As I stoked him, I could hear his breathing picking up. I slowed down and began to coach him. I wanted this to last. I was in total control, and I loved the feeling it gave me.

I had thought it best to proceed and give him his first blowjob before he exploded in my hand. I slowly and seductively began kissing and licking his beautiful cock. Exploring his balls with my tiny fingers. I slowly lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and began slowly bobbing up and down, taking more of him inside of my mouth with every stroke. He was doing great and by now I was getting right into it. I began stroking and sucking his cock vigorously. I then moved down and began sucking and licking his balls. Placing first one them both in my mouth as I stroked him hard and fast.

I was hot and horny as hell by now and he was getting the full treatment. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I wanted to swallow his first blowjob load. This was all part of my plan.

Despite my best efforts he wasn’t ejaculating! This was not what I was expecting but I carried on.

It was finally time for me to take his virginity. I was so wet with anticipation. I pulled my nightie off, so I was completely naked for him, my plump tits swayed and jiggled to his visual delight, as I straddled him. I was going to make this special for him. I already had decided I wasn’t going to use any protection to diminish the feeling, bareback only. I wanted him to feel just how good sex can be. I proceeded to mount his stiff rod. Ever so slowly, I wanted him to feel every inch of me as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard throbbing cock. I was soaking wet as I easily engulfed his entire cock deep inside of me. He grabbed and squeezed my swaying breasts. My nipples were swollen and erect. I was primed and ready.

Slowly I began riding him. I was taking it slow and easy, as I didn’t want him to cum too fast. It felt so good to have his cock inside of me. The thought of finally taking his virginity was too much. He had barely entered me and immediately began having an orgasm. I shook and quivered as I began riding him faster. Oh my god! it was me that was pre-ejaculating and not him. Terry thrust deeply and pulled on my nipples as I let out a deep moan.

I was still deeply implanted on top of Terry as I regained my composer. He was still rock hard, so I continued to ride him. Soon I was riding him like crazy. I was bouncing on him like wild as he had a tight hold of my hips thrusting me down on his cock. He was giving it to me right back to me. I was riding him so hard and violently I was pretty sure something was going to break. Was it going to be the bed or his cock?

He wasn’t ejaculating. I was so aroused about taking his virginity I came once again. This time was even more powerful than the first. My whole body shook as I had violent spasms. I let out a loud deep moan as I had an orgasmic eruption. In my twenties it was very rare that I climaxed so having two orgasms on the first go was incredibly rare for me. My juices were flowing. I needed a good fuck after going without for so long and he was giving it to me.

Then it hit me…what’s going on here? If he really is a virgin why hasn’t he ejaculated yet? I was convinced he had done this before. This couldn’t possibly be his first time. Was I being doped? He just kept fucking me hard and fast. Eventually I had to stop. I was confused and yes maybe even a bit angry for being lied to. “You said you were a virgin. why aren’t you cumming?”

He apologized and explained he was used to very frequent masturbating, and this felt; well, different. It felt great, but just different. I suppose that is possible? He seemed to have no idea that frequent jacking off could diminish his responsiveness with a woman. I could tell by the look on his face he was telling the truth. I also realized that a frequently-masterbating man performs better when he can stroke a pussie fast, furious, & freely; so I should not be riding cowgirl, tonight.

After a bit of hugging and kissing, I went back to work and started with a nice long blowjob. I was determined not to stop until I swallowed his load. I encouraged him to stroke his cock while I sucked his bulbous tip and manipulated his balls. With his assistance we finally had him cumming in my mouth and he gave me a huge load to swallow. Hurrah, success at last. I was proud of myself. His confidence was restored and still rising.

I sucked and swallowed every last drop and even licked him clean. This was his first time, and I was being extra nice to him. I was making it special. I wanted to set the standard high for all future blowjobs. A standard that every other woman he slept with had to be compared to. Yeah, I gave him a great first blowjob!

Once he recovered, he mounted me missionary style and we both watched as he slowly entered me. We both began moving in rhythm as he fucked me.

I began encouraging him to fuck me harder, I could tell he was getting worked up and it wouldn’t be much longer now. He loved the nasty language I used as I assured him of his prowess. He loved hearing how much my pussie loved his cock inside me. His self-confidence was naturally very fragile, being a virgin in his twenties. I needed to unleash the beast in him, and I knew he needed my affirmations to get there.

As he was getting close, I told him to cum inside of me, that I wanted to feel his warm cum deep inside of me. He came hard and fast. I screamed out “yes! Oh, my, god; yes” as he filled me up with his warm virgin cum.

He made me work for it, but his virginity was finally mine. I will always be remembered as, “The One,” that will be remembered. I think I was thrilled more than him.

That weekend we had sex 20 more times. Yes, I kept count, 20 more times. We were like newlyweds. Terry just couldn’t get enough, and I never refused him. We tried several positions, failed at a few, and even laughed together at our lack of gymnastic acumen. There was no way he would ever forget me after that weekend.

When I got home on Sunday night, I swear I was walking bowlegged. I was exhausted and sore. I couldn’t wait to tell Jenny. I felt such a sense of accomplishment.

I was hooked on the sense of power, control, and the adrenalin rush I had felt.

The planning, anticipation, and buildup of finally taking his virginity.
The epic orgasm I had felt when I finally had his cock inside of me.
The psychological pleasure I felt, knowing I was forever special to someone.
That this memory would never be forgotten by either one of us.

I wanted to do it again; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to experience another virgin boy.

Since then, I have experienced several virgin boys. I will share my adventures about deflowering them, in time.

PS, I continued to date Terry for a couple of months afterwards. During that time he became quite proficient at sex. I was thrilled to be the experienced woman that taught him all about sex. It was quite a rush.

By April601 for Literotica

Touching Toni: Part 2

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Thu, 11 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

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

Touching Toni: Part 1

steamystories.podcast@gmail.com (Steamy Stories) — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 02:28:00 +0000

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

Fucking the Feminism Out.

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Fucking the Feminism Out.

I fuck the feminism out of my nephew. And got a reward.

Based on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a claim of women being identical, if not superior to men.

Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do something.

"Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry.

"Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around." I argued.

"I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my late sister's son?" Eugene was confused.

"You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal? Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!"

"And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is wise."

"All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day, so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life of submission to hostile dominant women!"

"And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our nephew? Is that fair to me?"

"Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had, Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to find a slut in our bed?"

"I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord. I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?"

"Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back. Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing this to save our nephew's soul."

"And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged.

"Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done. Not just the priest this time."

"Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the house."

Toxic With Testosterone.

The issue first came up when I was reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He had to retake a sociology class.

Eugene and I were paying crazy high tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their militant feminist nonsense.

I started my quest to save my nephew with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started.

A Dinner Plan.

One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was preparing the cannolis.

"Looks good, Aunt Marge. I remember when I was little, Mom made some at Easter! I haven't had her treats since she and dad got in the highway accident. Need some help?"

"No, my sweet handsome man. Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a beer? The baseball game's starting soon."

"Eh, I'm not really much of a baseball guy. I'd much rather help you in here."

"Rob, my darling, a good woman's place is managing the kitchen. You should have some relaxation. You worked really hard, today!"

"But I"

"Please, I insist."

"Okay auntie." My nephew said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving to sit with his uncle in the living room.

Good. That's a good small start. I thought to myself. But how am I going to escalate this; If this is going to work. I'm going to have to convince him to have sex with me, eventually.

A few hours later, the four of us sat down at the table and had dinner. Kim, my niece, was picky and only ate half of what I cooked (as usual) and excused herself by the time the dessert came out.

"I made cannolis! I hope everyone likes them, I made them with love."

"They look really good, aunt Marge!" My nephew said moments before happily scarfing his down.

"I bet at college, you're used to making the girls into a different kind of cannoli made with love!"

"Marge, please! I'm trying to eat!" My cheating lecher of a husband belted, with half a cannoli in his mouth.

"Ha ha ha, well, you know." My nephew's face turned red.

"Know what?" I inquired.

"Gotta use protection, if you do get to; and continually ask for her consent. No cannolis here." He was clearly uncomfortable.

So he was using condoms? Back in my day, men didn't bother with that sort of thing. If I was going to turn my nephew into a real man, I was going to need to do something about that.

The next day, or the next night, rather; my nephew, niece and I; sat down to watch a movie. Who the fuck knows where my faithful husband was, probably out whoring again.

I deliberately picked out the steamiest movie I could think of while still maintaining plausible deniability. It was no Backdoor Sluts Nine, but I figured Red Mother (or whatever the fuck it was called) would be spicy enough, based on the IMDB parents guide. While watching the movie I made sure to make a few choice comments.

"Wow, Jennifer Lawrence sure has some nice tits, huh?"

"Sure." Kim half questioned my comment.

"Yeah, they're nice." Rob finally acknowledged.

"Yeah, mine used to be just like that too. But they're still perky. Do you see any nice racks like that at college, Rob?"

"Aunt Marge! Gross." Kim blurted, then walked away.

"Ha ha ha; um maybe?

"What are you, gay?" I blurted out.

I got scolded by a female professor for what she called 'ogling'. They made me go to a lecture on how to look only at a woman's face, actually."

“You're not allowed to observe women's bodies?” I was stunned.

"No, I just think that women deserve respect, and are more than just their bodies."

“So you're mandated re-education dictates that you not notice their bodies. Pretend they're not even a body?”

“Sort of.” Rob confirmed.

Well that was a total failure! I thought to myself. I needed to find another way, a pressure point. It sure doesn't sound like he's getting laid, if you ask me. Maybe if I dress more provocatively, I can get to him that way. Then once he's in my bed, he'll be more pliable and fall under my traditional influence? I'll have to fuck the feminism out of him.

That's when I invoked my final strategy. Eugene whined about it and finally consented when I made reference to his own unorthodoxy.

I spent the next weekend picking out new clothes at the mall. Not just lingerie and skimpy underwear, but tank tops and booty shorts too. This needed to be a slow burn, like boiling a frog. I did buy a pink G-string though, that I would wear once it happened. In fact, most of what I bought was red, white, pink, or purple. I feel like those are the submissive feminine colors.

Twice that week, Eugene came in late, with pussy smell on his cock and underwear. That settled my resolve to move forward and make young Robert into a good man. A masculine man.

After my little shopping spree, I started to wear dixie shorts and a tank top around the house. Rob never said anything, but I've noticed that his gaze tends to linger longer now. Which is good! I need him to start seeing me as a sex object, rather than his mother. After a brainstorming session, I decided on my next move! I would take on topless sunbathing as a hobby and request an oil massage. It was just sensual enough to move the needle, but not enough to seem inappropriate. It's all about plausible deniability!

I bought a chaise lounge chair and started to sunbathe in our fenced in backyard. I timed my sunbathing so that I would be outside when my nephew came home from his part-time summer job. Being the good boy that he is, he'd come outback to talk to me and tell me about his day. The first day I just let him notice that I was laying on my stomach, without a top. But the second day I made my move.

"Oh good, you're back!" I said, flipping my sunglasses up to peer at my handsome nephew.

"Yeah, they only scheduled me for four hours today, so things were pretty light and easy."

"Well that's good!" I paused for a second. "Hey, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I think I'm starting to burn up again, could you reapply my tanning lotion?" I said, pointing forward to the bottle.

"Um, sure!"

My nephew then grabbed the bottle and squirted a little on his hand to rub on my back. God, I can't wait until he's squirting on my back. He then rubbed the lotion up and down against my naked back.

"Hey, don't forget to get my sides, okay? and don't be shy."

I had him right where I wanted him. For an Italian woman, my tits are actually pretty big. So while he was rubbing my back I knew that he could see the sides of my boobs bulging out from underneath me. Now that he's rubbing my sides, I can feel his hands getting dangerously close to his auntie's cantaloupes. It felt so good having him rubbing me.

I wanted to moan. But not yet. I can't ruin things. This was good enough for now, but next time I'll be escalating things. Can't go to fast, too soon.

"That's good! Thank you Rob." I said, smiling. Just knowing I'd left him wanting more.

A couple days passed and my nephew and I were back in the same situation we had found ourselves in before, only this time I would take things one step further. Things started off with me asking him again, after he got home from work; and then him rubbing my back again, only this time once he was done, I turned over.

"Oh gosh, sorry!" He trembled.

"No, it's okay! You can look, they're just boobs."

He turned to look in the other direction. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Darling!" I laughed. "I actually have a little bit of a request."

"What?"

"You see, auntie's felt a little insecure since she turned 40 last year, and well; I kinda want you to take a look at my tits and tell me what you think."

"What?"

"It's okay!” I said as I sat up and adjusted the backrest to support my back. “I just know that you've probably been seeing some boobs in college, and I just want to know how I stack up is all! I wanna know if auntie's still got it!"

"I don't know if that's okay."

"It is okay! I'm telling you it's okay!"

"Are you sure?" My nephew started to turn his head in my direction.

"Positive. If a woman says it's okay, then you shouldn't insult her."

Rob then took a full look at me, topless in all my glory. I must admit, I told a lie. Even though I'm forty and perhaps had a wrinkle or two from all the time I spent out in the sun; not a centimeter of sag in sight.

"They look, um good. Very nice!"

"Oh, you think so?" I said cheerfully, feigning as if that had lifted my spirits.

"Yeah! They look good. I like, I like, um;"

"It's okay!" I reassured my nephew. "You can tell me how you really feel."

"Well I like how your nipples look, they're all cute and small, but they pop out like big pencil erasers."

"Thanks! Aw you're so sweet!"

I then got up and gave my nephew a hug, squeezing my bare tits against his muscular chest.

"So I stack up pretty good against those little sluts you're banging in college?"

"Haha I wouldn't put it like that! I didn't bang anyone. They've just taken control of their sexuality is all.”

“You've been with a girl, but not in her?” I inquired.

Well they change their mind after I, um; go down on them. They get tremors and pant and scream, but after that they say they need to rest, and tell me to leave.” Rob explained.

“Selfish Feminist assholes!” I blurted out. “Don't ever let a woman be that selfish, Rob. Find a woman who wants you to be pleased. Then please her so she'll be wanting to please you even more. Now, tell me, are my tit's nice and big for you?”

But yes, your boobs are just as nice as theirs. Maybe actually larger."

"They're really firm too, wanna feel em'?"

"Um, sure! Might as well."

Rob then gave a full squeeze to one of my big melons. "Go ahead! And don't forget the other one too! She's lonely." It felt so nice to have a man enjoying my body again.

"But going back to what I was saying, any woman that lets a man touch her, or inside of her before marriage is a slut. I know what it's like to be a young woman and to have a little coochie that you just want to shove everything inside of. But trust me, those women are hoes. Those women just use equal rights and all that silly stuff, as an excuse to be little skanks and sleep around."

"I disagree." Rob said, letting go of my tit. "I think that for a long time women have been shamed for having the exact same natural bodily urges as men. Yet somehow when a man does it, its okay?"

"Men can't get pregnant darling. Women have a higher responsibility than men."

"Well with birth control and stuff, it's not like women are randomly getting pregnant either."

"You poor, poor thing. You've never experienced real sex until you've done it the way god intended it. No barriers and no hormones. If a woman can't get pregnant, it pales in comparison to real, bare sex. What those little college sluts are doing, is just humping."

"Ew ew, okay gross. And they're not sluts, they're women."

Maybe egging him on was working? Maybe this was how I would get him in my bed.

"No woman who respects herself would let a man do that to her without a guarantee from that man, that he'd support her."

"They don't 'let me' do it to them!"

"Oh they don't, do they?" I showed sensitivity for his sexual frustration.

"This is embarrassing,” Rob blurted out. “I'm done talking about this!"

Rob then stormed off and went side the house while I grabbed my bikini top to cover myself. I forgot I had been arguing topless this whole time, my tits just swaying in the wind. Maybe egging him on wouldn't be good enough. I needed something extra to make him warm up to the idea, comfort him. My nephew has too many inhibitions.

Another week past; and after thinking it over, I've figured out the best path forward. My friend, Lucy had to get rid of her husband's Viagra, when he had to seek emergency medical help for a boner that wouldn't deflate. I asked her to let me have it. Little did she know that my lying husband was getting it up for every pussy who'd let him.

I cook most of my nephew's meals already, so I figured if I started making every single one of his evening meals and slipping Viagra into his water or wine, that his auntie would start seeming a lot more helpful now. I'd always heard people say, "The best pussy, is the closest pussy."

Meanwhile, I would start to dress even more scantily. Goodbye dixie shorts and tank tops and hello satin robe, bra, and panties! Walking around the house in my undies wasn't really something I was used to, but I mean it's not like my nephew could really get too upset with me for it. After all, its "my body" right? If I want my ass and tits in my nephew's face, that's my right!

The Viagra plan was working a bit too well. Every evening I would make him dinner, and then parade around the house all sexy while he sported a major erection in the living room, while watching TV together.

Eventually, after a while; he would excuse himself, presumably to masturbate. He was only 20, so it's not like it wasn't already super easy for him to get hard, but I needed him to associate auntie with his dick getting hard.

Gosh, now that I think of it, I was Rob's age, 20, when Eugene's sister had him. Crazy how time flies. And God what a big cock, Rob's looks to be! I had no idea my nephew had such a fucking huge sausage in his pants. Mind you, I can only see it in his shorts, but based on the outline of the thing, he must be at least 8 inches!

Funny enough, my niece, Kim; didn't seem to bothered by my new choice of wardrobe. She asked me once about it, and I just said it was "more freeing" and she totally bought it. Maybe she'll start doing the same, who knows.

That night, Eugene came home late, his breath smelling of whiskey, but his cock smelling like strange pussy, again.

Eventually the day came and I was nervous. I needed this to go well. At dinner, after Rob finished his first glass of wine, I handed him a second without even asking; but he downed the whole thing just the same. Good. I thought. I needed him to let go of his inhibitions, with a little bit of dissolved Viagra to help, of course. Not that Rob can't perform. I've cleaned up enough cum on his bed to know he's capable. But I need him capable for multiple loads of cum, tonight. One day he's going to just see women as eager to have her man to put his cock in her often, and cook for him; and that transformation starts today.

After dinner, the whole family, except my husband; who "went out drinking with his friends", sat down to watch a movie. After maybe 30 minutes, little Kim got bored and left, leaving just Rob and me.

I looked over and could see him squirming.

"Be back in just a minute!" I said, excusing myself.

I then slipped into my room for a quick wardrobe change. I threw off my low-cut top that was showing off plenty of cleavage and my short shorts to change into a matching lacy set. A lacy pink thong and bra.

When I returned, I could see him on the couch closely paying attention to the movie. I sat next to him on the couch, to his left.

See, I didn't pick just any movie. I chose the hottest, most unexpectedly steamy movie of all time: Back to the Future! I know, I know it doesn't technically have a sex scene; but before a key scene came up, I asked Marty to hand me the remote, sitting on the coffee table. He reached, then handed it to me, but now my right arm was around his shoulder. I turned up the volume just in time when Marty McFly gets in the car with his mom and she kisses him. That makes me feel so horny, I can feel myself starting to get wet.

I slipped my left hand down into my undies and sure enough, I am. With my nephew in one hand and my pussy in the other, I start to play with my clit. Slowly at first, so slowly I don't think he noticed, then I started flicking a bit faster.

By this time Rob definitely noticed me playing with myself but with my arm around him, I wasn't going to let him escape.

"You know honey, I haven't been dressing like this just for myself. I want your approval.

"Huh? You want my, approval?"

"Every woman wants a man's approval. And for me, that man is you."

"I don't understand."

"I just want you to think I'm a 'cool aunt'. I can be a cool girl for you."

"You're my aunt. You're not a girl. And you're cool the way you are."

"I'm a woman, yes, but women were made for men. And I was made to be a woman, for you."

"What about uncle?" He let out the loudest whisper I'd ever heard.

"Your uncle is a struggling with sin. He's been player. He doesn't love me enough, anymore. And I need to be loved. I'm sure you understand. Every woman needs a man to love her."

"Okay. But me?"

"You're the only other

Spells and Retributions: Part 2

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Spells and Retributions: Part 2

Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.