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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 6
    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 6
    A nude day wedding is a sight to
    behold, and enjoy.

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     


     

    I love

    outdoor weddings, as long as the weather cooperates and the middle of July,
    although warm should be very cooperative. When I saw the invitation to the
    wedding of my wife's best friend's daughter I was thrilled to see it was going
    to be an outdoor wedding. Further, the wedding was being held at their
    grandparents secluded lake lodge, along with the reception.

    Now

    calling their place secluded is almost an understatement. The driveway leading
    down to the set of three twenty to fifty acre lakes is easily a mile and a half
    long, winding down through the woods and twisting around hills.

    The lodge is a huge three story rustic building with well

    over a dozen bedrooms, three bathrooms and two great rooms, one on the main
    floor and one in the lower level. There was also a twenty five foot wide
    balcony deck over a large fieldstone patio, a the width of the lodge. The patio
    extends beyond the balcony for nearly a hundred feet with a large fieldstone
    hearth and grill built into the hillside acting as a wall. The property also
    had a variety of paddle boats, canoes and a nice sized deck boat for tooling
    around the small lakes, gazebos with tables and chairs and lots and lots of woods
    and walking paths.

    They

    maintain this with the income from renting the facility out to groups, often
    having it rented every weekend for the entire summer. At fifty bucks a bedroom
    with a five hundred a night minimum, it has turned into a lucrative business
    for them some weekends bringing in over three grand for two nights.

    As I

    said, I was glad to see that the kids were going to be married outdoors. They
    are an interesting couple, Emily being a petite young lady, now nearly twenty
    four if my memory serves me, having spent years as a gymnast, and now teaching
    gymnastics. I had occasion to enjoy her abilities when she surprised me at home
    naked one time, and even the thought of that event still makes me hard today,
    especially thinking about her milk filled tits.

    Dan on

    the other hand is the opposite. Being a mountain of a man, and a football
    coach, he is so large he quite thoroughly dwarfs her.

    The

    couple started out quite reserved, but over the last couple years I have
    noticed a trend where Emily has worn more and more revealing clothing. Nothing
    tasteless, just, revealing. My wife of course never approves of that kind of
    wear, but that's just her.

    Anyway,

    here we were on the appointed day, July 14th, driving down the long gravel
    drive toward the lodge. I noticed quite a few cars parked around in front of
    the lodge, and added out suburban to the mix. I wondered who all they had
    invited as we followed the ribbons to the front door of the lodge.

    "Hey

    Nancy, Mike!" Emily's mother Linda called as she opened the door, oddly
    wearing a bathrobe.

    "Hi!"

    My wife said giving her a quick hug, which I also gave her as we stepped into
    the lodge. "You're not ready?" She asked.

    "Actually,

    I am." Linda replied with a long face.

    "I

    don't understand." My wife said curiously.

    "Well,

    Dan and Emily decided that since they were getting married on national nude
    day, that they would have a nude wedding, and as Em says, she couldn't decide
    on a dress anyway."

    I

    thought I would be picking her up off the ground after that comment, as it was
    my wife's jaw about hit the floor, even if she didn't. "You mean that
    they're going to get married naked?"

    "Uh

    huh. The whole wedding party." Linda said quietly, explaining her robe
    instead of a dress.

    "That's

    terrible!" My wife said in shock. "Is there anything we can do? Why
    didn't you tell us?"

    "Well,

    to be honest, all the guests are invited to participate, And well, I thought if
    I told you, you wouldn't come, and well, I was kind of hoping that you would,
    you know, that way at least that way I wouldn't feel quite so alone!?"
    Linda said with an almost pleading look on her face.

    "You

    want me to go naked, too?" My wife squeaked.

    "Most

    of the guest so far have, but you're the closest of my friends that are coming.
    It would really help me to get through this." Linda said pleadingly to
    her. For my part I was trying hard to not grin like a Cheshire cat and keep a
    straight face at the thought of seeing a lot of naked women.

    "Well,

    I don't know. Just the ceremony?"

    "No,

    the reception too." Linda said quietly.

    "We

    could. You have a good looking body." I injected to my wife, hoping to
    help her along.

    "Oh

    sure. You'd love that, seeing all those naked women." She said with a
    disgusted look, knowing full well where my mind was headed.

    "That

    wasn't really what I was thinking." I lied.

    "Yeah,

    right, and that bulge in your pants is a tennis ball you forgot to take out of
    your pocket?"

    "Well."

    I said sheepishly.

    "Ok

    hot shot, You think this is such a great idea, you go naked and tell me how
    much fun it is to walk around with your hard dick showing off all night."

    "As

    long as it's not just me, I say why not."

    "Men,

    you are disgusting animals sometimes." My wife shot at me with a scowl.

    "It

    isn't my fault, I didn't pick the dress code, but if you don't think you can
    handle it, we don't have to undress." I said, knowing full well how she
    responded to challenges.

    "I

    didn't say I couldn't handle it, I just said it was disgusting." My wife
    shot back.

    "Hey.

    I didn't insinuate anything. I just said we didn't have to. It's up to you,
    I'll do whatever you want to." I said putting it squarely in her court. I
    could see Linda looking at my wife pleadingly.

    "Fine!

    Just to help Linda!" She said to me in a very exasperated tone.
    "Where do we get undressed?" She asked Linda.

    "You

    can use the first room. It's empty. You can hang your clothes in the closet or
    there are baskets on the floor by the bed. There are also lots of flip-flops
    for you to wear if you don't want to use your shoes." Linda said as she
    led my wife to the first bedroom. She stepped into the room with us and stood
    by the open door, watching me while she tried to chat with my wife.

    I

    quickly shed my shirt and slacks, hanging them on a hanger and putting them in
    the closet. I pulled off my shoes and socks, leaving my underwear for last,
    finally pulling it down and freeing my already hard dick. I was facing away
    from the door, but could see Linda in the mirror over the dresser, clearly
    trying to get a look. Finally I turned, letting her see my hard dick as I
    looked for a pair of flip-flops that fit. I saw her looking right at it,
    clearly enjoying the view, while my wife still had her back turned, folding her
    bra and underwear to put in the basket.

    I don't

    think Linda even realized that she had slipped her hand into her robe, spreading
    it enough for me to see one tit, as she stroked her fingers across her left
    nipple, still staring at my hard dick.

    "Well

    here goes nothing!" My wife said, as she turned around to look toward
    Linda, who was snapped back to reality, pulling her robe back closed
    defensively.

    "Absolutely

    gorgeous!" I said as my wife looked over at me.

    "You

    would say that you horny bastard!" She said trying to hide a grin as she
    looked at my hard dick. "You are enjoying this way too much at the moment.
    Just wait till you have to walk out there with that hardon. Reality check! You
    can't tell when a woman is horny just by looking, but it kind of sticks out
    like a sore thumb for guys."

    "Nah.

    I'm just waiting for a chance to see Linda naked that's all. I mean we're naked
    and all, isn't she supposed to be too?" I joked, hoping to keep her
    thinking I had never seen, let alone had sex with Linda before. (but that is
    another story all together)

    "Men!"

    My wife said walking past Linda and out of the room.

    With a tiny

    grin, Linda spread her robe as I walked toward her, showing that she wasn't
    wearing anything but a pearl necklace.

    "Very

    hot!" I whispered as I stepped past her to follow my wife to the stairs.

    "You

    too." Linda whispered in reply.

    I

    followed Nancy down the stairs to the lower level and out toward the patio. I
    could see a large number of chairs set up in rows along the patio, facing the
    lake. The whole patio was surrounded with white poles wrapped with flowers and
    it looked like small lights. All of this led to a trellis arch at the end of
    the Patio where the bride and groom would be standing, flowers and garlands of
    greenery flowing and wrapping around it. Quite a few of the seats were already
    full, and from my position it was clear the vast majority of them were as naked
    as we were. I followed my wife out the French doors and down the center aisle,
    looking at the people seated. The older couples for the most part had not
    disrobed, a few reducing to just their bra and panties. Mostly all of the mid
    thirty and below were completely naked. I saw quite a few couples sitting, guys
    with hard dicks sticking up and lady's with exposed hard nipples. There also
    seemed to be quite a few single girls sitting in groups, all in their mid to
    late twenties. As we walked down the aisle my hard dick swinging with each
    step, seemed to draw their attention.

    We were

    only seated a few minutes when a couple young ladies came and sat next to me.

    "This

    is really a beautiful setting, isn't it?" one of them asked, clearly
    eyeing my dick sticking up from my lap.

    "It

    is. I like the flowers and the setting sun. A very romantic setting." I
    replied, trying to check out their bodies without my wife noticing.

    "Oh

    I know. And doing it all naked. I need to do this when I get married. It is so
    fucking hot!" the second girl said.

    "So

    you like this?" I asked the second girl.

    "Oh

    yeah. I love being naked anyway, but around this many people is just so,
    exhilarating!" She said, followed by a deep sigh. "My name is Donna,
    what's yours?" She asked.

    "Mike."

    I said as my wife elbowed me hard in the ribs. "You're friends with
    Emily?"

    "Uh

    huh. We used to do gymnastics together." She said, still trying to look at
    my hard dick without looking like it.

    "Good

    to meet you then." I said as the music started.

    First

    to come down the aisle was Linda, completely naked except for light blue heels
    and a string of white pearls. She looked down at my dick as she stepped to the
    row in front of me, giving us a small smile.

    It

    wasn't long before the groom and his groomsmen, all wearing nothing but black
    flip-flops and black bow ties, made their way up front with the priest, who was
    thankfully dressed.

    The

    brides' maids began walking down the aisle, each holding a bouquet of white
    roses with tiny bits of blue in them, up nearly between their tits, dressed in
    nothing but white heels and white pearl necklaces. Each girl, well-tanned with
    little or no hint of tan lines, made their way to the front, giving all the
    guys a good long look at their tits and each of their mounds, their curly pubic
    hair all trimmed into the shape of a heart. By the time the last of the four
    had made it to the front the entire wedding party had gotten over their
    nervousness and were sprouting hard dicks.

    Finally

    it was time for Emily to come down the aisle. She loo

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 8
    Show And Tell
    Public Surprises: 2 Stories of Exhibition Surprises

    Based on the post by m_storyman_x

    . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Bets on Nude day aren't always what they seem.

    It was possibly the dumbest thing I had ever said. I opened

    my mouth and stuck my foot completely in it. Quite simply I had said that my
    wife and her friends were far too conservative to ever go naked outside their
    own bedrooms, let alone spend the whole day naked outside their own houses,
    national nude day or not.

    The challenge Linda made was that they would all four go

    naked the whole day, if I would act as their naked servant wherever they went.
    I would have to do whatever they asked, within reason, as long as all four stayed
    completely naked, and I would go wherever they chose to go.

    I laughed and told them that they were on, knowing full well

    that there was no way they would ever go through with it. The city had finally
    relaxed the indecency laws for the one day a year, realizing that there was a
    lot of money to be had by attracting people looking for a place to celebrate.
    The last few days I had very much enjoyed watching all the naked women walking
    around town, but I had never expected that I would be joining them.

    It was decided that my wife and I, both completely naked,

    would drive over to her friend's houses and pick them up. I was the only one
    allowed to bring any clothes, in case they reneged, with the exception of shoes
    and purses. So here it was National Nude day and I was driving across town with
    my wife, headed toward Linda's house, my first pickup. Our destination was a
    large park downtown that had been set aside for the celebration of the day.
    Fountain Park was named because the two by three city block park had a number
    of fountains, including the centerpiece fountain. This particular fountain was
    a granite mosaic the size of half a football field, dotted with water jets that
    shot water up to ten feet in the air in random or changing patterns. In the
    dead of summer it was a great place to get wet. The ladies decided that this
    would be a great place to hang out and, as my wife put it, show me off!

    I drove into Linda's driveway and parked in front of her

    house. I simply had no choice, I was the servant, and I had to get out and go
    get her. Really stupid. About the only bright side was I was finally going to
    get to see all three of my wife's sexy friends naked.

    I climbed out of the truck and walked to the door to collect

    Linda. I rang the bell, feeling a bit out of place as the neighbor lady
    watering her flowers stared at my naked body.

    "Well, right on time!" Linda said as she came out

    the front door with nothing but a purse and a bag with a small towel hanging
    out of it. "Shall we?"

    "Yes maam." I said in my best servitude style,

    following her nude form to the truck. I opened the door and she climbed in,
    cheerfully greeting my wife. I climbed in, the lady next door still staring at
    my swinging, now hard dick, although now she had one hand pressed between her
    legs. She was going to be frigging herself pretty quickly. I thought to myself
    as I backed out of the drive.

    My next stop was Adrian's house. Not far away, but then when

    you're driving naked, everywhere is far away. I pulled in a few minutes after
    getting Linda and walked to her door.

    "Well good morning Mike. Nice to see so much of

    you." She said as she stood in the door. Where Linda was a bit petite with
    small perky breasts, Adrian was a bit larger. I would never go so far as to
    call her fat, but she had a bit heavier frame than either my wife or Linda. She
    was certainly attractive, and her big tits and shoulder length blond hair added
    to her general good looks.

    "Would you pick up my bags please?" She asked

    sweetly, setting two small cloth bags on the floor in front of her. I bent down
    and immediately smelled the scent of fresh pussy juice. I looked up at her
    crotch as I picked up the bags and could see little trails of wetness across
    her thighs. She had either just gotten off or was horny as hell. "Thank
    you!" She said as she walked past me, leading the way to the car, her
    surprisingly firm ass wiggling back and forth all the way.

    I opened the door for her and she stepped past me, grabbing

    my hard dick and giving it a quick stroke as she moved past. She looked at me and
    winked as she climbed in.

    I closed the door and walked around the truck, my now rock

    hard dick swinging in the breeze.

    Jenny lived in an apartment about a mile from Adrian. I

    easily found the complex and parked to go get her. As I walked to her building
    I felt like there were a hundred pair of eyes on my hard dick, and I was
    thankful as I made it into the building. I walked up the three flights of
    stairs to Jenny's apartment and knocked.

    She quickly answered the door, making the trip well worth

    it. She stood maybe five feet tall, but her b cup tits were round and firm with
    rock hard nipples and she had shaved her pussy bare. I had no idea if it was
    for this occasion, or just in general. Either way she was smoking hot.

    "All set Mike?" She said with a smile as she

    stepped out of the door. She moved up against me until her tits were pressing
    into my chest. "You know... I've wanted to see you naked for a long time.
    I wonder, how long it will be before I make you squirt all over my sexy little
    body? Does that thought make you hot? Do you want to fuck my tight little
    pussy? Oh I hope so because I would love to get that big hard dick buried in my
    pussy." She said quietly as she squeezed my hard dick.

    I really didn't know if she was serious or just teasing

    until she pulled my hand to her pussy. "Can you feel how wet I am? Would
    you like me to fuck you right here? Come on. Stick it in me, I won't tell your
    wife!"

    "I'm not so sure I should." I answered honestly.

    "Oh silly boy... You're our servant. You have to do

    what I say. Now why don't you give me... say... five strokes with that dick of
    yours?" She said as she stepped to the stairs and bent over to hold the
    railing.

    "Yes ma am." I said as I stepped behind her and

    rubbed the head of my dick around her pussy. I had fantasized about fucking her
    for years, and I was not about to pass up on this opportunity. Slowly I fed my
    cock into her tight pussy, pushing it deeper into her as she expanded to
    accommodate me.

    "Oh yes... You like how tight my little pussy is? Would

    you like to cum and fill me full of your fuck juice?" She asked as I
    slowly stroked my five strokes, reluctantly pulling out after just five.

    "Oh good boy! You follow directions so well. Maybe

    later you'll get to finish that job!" She said as she walked naked down
    the stairs in front of me.

    We were most of the way down when we met a young lady coming

    up the stairs with a basket.

    "Jenny?" The cute young lady asked, stopping on

    the stairs.

    "Hi Fran. National Nude Day. You should join us down at

    the park!" Jenny said as she walked by. As I went by the young lady stared
    at my hard dick, still glistening with Jenny's pussy juice. I looked over my
    shoulder as we stepped out the front door and saw her still on the stairs, her
    hand down inside her shorts as she watched my dick swinging free.

    "Hi Nancy!" She called as we got close to the

    truck. I opened the door and she climbed in as Adrian scooted to the middle.

    I walked around and climbed in, my wife looking at my hard glistening

    dick. I just shrugged and pointed over my shoulder.

    "Hey Jenny. Were you fucking my hubby?" She asked

    over her shoulder.

    "Not really. I just got him warmed up."

    "Remember we said no sex unless we were all there! No

    private stuff. Ok!"

    "Got it!" she said with a grin and a wink.

    Apparently I had been the topic of discussion as far as sex

    and some arrangement was made, since my wife was the only one married in the
    group.

    We arrived at the park and had to wait to get into the lot.

    There was an attendant checking and a sign that said the park was closed to
    minors unless accompanied by a parent. That at least was a comforting thought,
    although I was sure there would be a variety of the younger crowd there anyway.
    It was almost a relief to get out and realize that there were other guys for
    them to oogle. As I unloaded the girl's bags and a few lounge chairs from the
    back Adrian came around and pressed her big tits into my back and slipped a
    hand around to squeeze my hard dick.

    "Jenny told me she got you inside her already. Wanna

    hear a secret? The three of us have a bet on who can make you cum first. I'll
    make well worth your while anytime you want to collect if you make it me."

    "What did you have in mind?"

    "Anything you want any time you want it!" She said

    with a grin while she stroked my dick. "And that doesn't mean just
    today!"

    "What about my wife?" I asked.

    "She won't ever know." She answered with a giggle.

    I just nodded as she released my dick and I followed them

    across the grassy park toward the fountain. We set the chairs up near some
    trees, the fountain only about thirty yards away. The breeze was drawing the
    mist from the fountain our direction, making it a cool zone.

    I helped all four with their chairs and then went about

    doing as I was asked, getting drinks and such.

    "OH Mike..Would you please put some lotion on me?"

    Jenny asked as she held out a bottle of sunblock.

    "Yes maam." I said, moving over near her. I

    squeezed a large amount out and began massaging it into her chest, rubbing it
    around her tits and making sure to squeeze her nipples with each stroke. I knew
    I was getting to her and kept one hand working on her tits while I let the
    other work her stomach and mound. I Moved to her legs, and began working the
    lotion up her legs toward her thighs and pussy, always stopping just short of
    her pussy. My wife stared at what I was doing as I did her second leg, again
    stopping short of her pussy.

    "Roll over please." I asked her nicely, which she

    did. I started on her back and worked my way all the way down to her firm ass,
    rubbing the lotion into her cheeks and making sure my fingers stroked up her
    ass crack and across her bud. I moved quickly to her legs, which she spread for
    me and I worked the lotion up her legs, to her thighs. As I stroked her thighs
    with the lotion I allowed my fingers to slip between her pussy lips, stroking
    up her lips and across her increasingly sensitive clit as I worked the lotion
    into her legs and ass. With one hand gently stroking her pussy and the other
    squeezing her ass, her friends watched her body twitch and finally jerk in
    climax.

    "Oh fuck" she moaned as I flicked her clit with my

    finger, making her whole body shake. After almost a minute of attention, I
    eased my stroking and allowed her to come down from her temporary high.

    "Oh that was nice of you. I could do with a bit of

    tanning oil." Linda said a she dug a bottle out of her bag.

    "Yes ma am." I said with a grin as I moved over

    and squirted some of the oil on her body. I worked and massaged the oil with
    both hands, one working up her legs, stroking her pussy lips each chance I got,
    and the other working her firm little tits. I allowed my fingers to roam all up
    and down her body, squeezing her nipples and stroking her clit.

    "Oh fuck." She moaned as I worked her squirming body

    toward climax. "Ah" she squeaked as I finally pushed her over the
    top, my fingers still squeezing and twisting her hard nipple while I pushed a
    finger deep into her pussy.

    My wife glared at me while I simply smiled back.

    I wiped my hands off and then walked over to Adrian.

    "Would you like some help with that?" I asked, crouching down next to
    where she was putting some sunblock on her arms.

    "Sure, that would be sweet!" She answered, clearly

    turned on. I knelt down and started at her legs, which she quickly spread wide
    to allow me to get access anywhere I wanted. I worked my way slowly up her
    thighs, just tickling her pussy lips as I moved from leg to leg. She rocked her
    hips up to try to get more contact as I just grazed my fingertips across her
    wet pussy lips. Continuing to stroke her legs and mound gently, I leaned up and
    whispered in her ear.

    "Would you like me to stick my big hard dick into your

    hot wet pussy?" I whispered.

    "Oh yeah." She said, letting one arm down over the

    side of the chair to find my hard dick and stroke it.

    "You want me to fuck you right here in front of

    everyone with my big hard dick? Make you cum in a huge screaming orgasm as I
    slide my hard dick deep inside your waiting pussy?" I whispered as I
    slipped a finger deep into her as she rocked her hips up to meet my stroke.

    "Oh yeah. Fuck me." She whispered back as I moved

    my head to her chest and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I
    stroked the top of her tunnel with my finger while I sucked and licked her hard
    nipple. "Uh God!' she grunted as I stroked her clit with my thumb, sending
    her over the brink in a crashing orgasm that had her jerking and twitching for
    nearly two minutes while I gently stroked her pussy.

    Finally after she had eased back down I pulled my hand from her

    pussy and stood up, looking confidently at my wife.

    "Damn!" She swore as she sat and looked at her

    friends disgustedly.

    "I win." I said with a grin. "Now put up or

    shut up!"

    Linda looked over at my wife quizzically. "What's he

    talking about?"

    "He knew about your little bet on who would make him

    cum first, so he made a little side bet with me. He bet that he could get all
    three of you to cum before you made him cum." My wife said angrily.
    "Never in a hundred years would I have thought any of you would have
    allowed him to fingerfuck you in public, let alone all three of you!"

    "Well, he did, so what's the payoff?" Jenny asked,

    shading her eyes from the sun as my wife climbed out of her chair.

    "I have to fuck him in the fountain... and I have to

    let him fuck you three as many times today as he wants! Seems we just became
    his sex toys for the day!"

    I held my hand out to my wife. "Come on sweetie, I feel

    like a good fuck in the fountain."

    "Hey Nancy!" Jenny called. "You might as well

    enjoy it. I know I would!"

    "Don't worry, I have a feeling you might be next!"

    My wife called as I led her toward the fountain for the first of what I hoped
    would be many good fucks today.

     To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by m_storyman_x

    for Literotica

    Hunting Visions

    It's hard to believe that it's January and the last weekend

    of bow hunting season. Usually this time of year I'm bundled up against frigid
    cold, shivering in one of my tree stands. Not today though. It was well into
    the forties by the time the sun started peeking through the bare trees. I'd
    already peeled off my heavy outer clothes and was sitting in just my base camo
    layer.

    Now that the sun was up, I could see the new house they were

    building just to the north of my property. I was disappointed when they
    started, bulldozing a good portion of the fifty acres of woods that adjoined my
    two hundred. Actually I was more than disappointed. More like irritated. It
    sounds petty, but I'd been working on my property for years to get really good
    deer hunting spots, and this one, one of my favorites, overlooks the small pond
    I'd worked so hard to dig. Now, instead of being deep in a woods with a heavy
    thicket slightly to the north for them to bed in, it was almost on the edge of
    a small field. Then to add insult to injury, they built a huge two story house
    less than a hundred yards from the pond, and my stand. I had little doubt that
    this was going to be the last season for this stand location.

    As hunting season progressed since late September I'd

    watched the house go up, and now, other than the landscape work, it looked
    done. Just half an hour ago the orange flush of the sun cast itself on the
    bottoms of the early morning clouds from below the horizon. In just minutes it
    gave way to long orange streaks and then the first tinges of the huge orange
    disk crawling up into the sky. It was probably one of my most favorite times of
    the day, sunrise. I'd watched the disk grow in size until it seemed stuck to
    the horizon, unable to detach itself and continue its crawl into the sky until
    finally it broke free and its orange gave way to bright yellow and then stark
    white as it crawled higher in the sky. Its disk was now clear of the tops of
    the leafless trees after spending almost half an hour winding its orangish rays
    through to me.

    Hunting wasn't done just because the sun came up. It just

    changed now. I could see farther and deeper into the woods. I pulled out my
    binoculars and scanned the woods, the glasses allowing me to focus on the
    depths of the woods instead of the closer trees. I didn't see any deer, and for
    fun switched to looking for the unfortunately out of season turkey I could hear
    calking.

    Unable to spot the elusive bird, I aimed my glasses at the

    house to check out the progress, wondering how soon the new occupants would be
    moving in.

    The house was built with passive and active solar, almost

    the entire south face built of windows and sliding glass doors. I could see
    easily into two first floor bedrooms, a large bathroom and kitchen, all exposed
    to the huge back deck with nearly floor to ceiling glass. I briefly wondered if
    the owners planned on curtaining the windows or if they felt they were
    protected facing nothing but woods. I hadn't expected an answer but found one
    anyway, in the form of a tall thin blonde woman standing at one of the bedroom
    windows, staring at the sunrise.

    Her body was obviously curvaceous, even in the thin green

    thigh length robe. The lime green material was see-through enough even at this
    distance to make out the twin dark circles against her lighter breast skin as
    she stood with her arms crossed under what had to be D or larger breasts,
    occasionally lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. Her legs were long and
    sculpted, clearly muscular, but not overly so. Her blonde hair hung down over
    one shoulder and part way down her left breast as she stood surveying the
    sunrise. She was distinctly good looking in anyone's estimation, even at a
    hundred yards away with fifty power glasses.

    I was so busy checking out her that I didn't even see the

    other woman at first, crawling from the big bed behind the green clad beauty.
    She pushed herself out of the bed and stepped from behind the green clad
    beauty. Stunning! That was the best word to describe the second woman. Clad in
    only a small pair of white lace panties, she stepped to the window next to the
    first woman. Her brunette head was maybe two or three inches taller than the
    blonde, her breasts slightly larger, though sagging down farther under their
    own weight, each taking the shape reminiscent of a large water droplet. Her
    brown hair was cropped moderately short, barely reaching half way down the back
    of her neck. Her nipples were already hard as they protruded from large, round,
    puffed out areolas. Her body was slim and toned and I had little dif

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 7
    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 7
    Backpacking couples turn wild on nude day.

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     

    At

    fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife,
    Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and
    that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build
    a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I
    don't use it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred
    eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.

    A few

    years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done
    a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife
    was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really
    good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important
    thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt; you name it.

    When

    our kids were young, scouting and other activities led to meeting other couples
    of our own age and interests. We have met a few couples doing the same kind of
    thing, enjoying the great outdoors and time together at the same time, and a
    few have become very good friends.

    This

    particular morning was the third morning of a trip that Mary and John had
    planned and directed. It was a bit of a surprise to get the invite since it was
    supposed to be our turn to plan the next outing, a duty usually passed around
    on a rotating basis.

    But as

    expected, Mary had done her homework and picked an incredible out of the way
    location. Mary isn t pushy or rude. We went to bed last night on the side of a
    mountain overlooking a western range, the sun turning the sky to burnt orange
    as it slowly sunk behind the peaks. The night insects and tree frogs provided a
    gentle chorus and helped to mute the sounds of lovemaking from the other two
    tents, as my wife and I crawled into ours naked.

    Backpacking

    is an art of carrying every necessity on your back, and hiking into the
    wilderness. So the creature comforts are very limited, thus the challenge.
    There is just nothing quite like making love in a tiny, two man tent, with
    little room to move. Your positions are limited, as are your motions, which
    leads to an interesting arrangement of actions and positions you might not
    consider for your large comfortable bed. As I lay panting, snuggling my wife's
    sexy and sweaty body, I wondered if we were as noisy to the others, as they
    seemed to us.

    Morning

    dawned as early as it always does on any mountain elevation, with the sound of
    birds chirping in the pines and the sun filtering through the branches. I
    yawned and gave my wife's still naked, sexy tits a kiss before crawling out of
    the tent as naked as she was. I used our tent to shield myself from the others
    while I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and then stepped into the pair of
    flip-flops I liked to use around camp. I looked around, and to my surprise, saw
    Mary squatting by the fire, staring right at me. I had absolutely no doubt that
    she has seen me standing there naked with my normal morning woody. She had on a
    long t-shirt, but with her facing me and her knees spread wide it was an easy
    view up the bottom of her shirt to her pussy, which looked to be freshly
    shaved.

    With

    Mary and her husband, John, there is no doubt who wears the pants in that
    relationship; although Mary's soft manner tends to hide her dominating spirit.
    She will look at you with her smiling green eyes, framed with her always curly
    brown hair, and you simply know you will be doing whatever she says. In her
    forties, Mary is quiet and subdued, until you cross her. Only then does her
    sharp intellect and tongue come out to greet you. She is not quite as slender
    as I'm sure she was in her youth, and her husband is a bit heavier, although
    from what I have seen it's all muscle.

    I did

    have the chance to see Mary mostly naked once, accidently walking up on her
    while she was peeing in the bushes, on the previous campout. She made sure to
    give me a good look before walking over to me, her pants still around her
    thighs, and undoing my belt. She had my cock out and stroked hard in no time
    before giving me a wet kiss on the lips and then walking away, leaving both of
    us hanging. Since that time she has teased me mercilessly with periodic,
    extremely brief, flashes of her tits or pussy. But never have I seen her whole
    body naked at once. Not that I don't want to. I mean she is pretty damn hot.

    She

    smiled and waved me over, which served to snap me back to the present, making
    sure to hold her knees apart as I moved closer.

    "Morning,

    enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her.

    "Yeah,

    it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."

    She

    smiled and winked at me before dropping to her knees to cover herself when she heard
    a tent zipper. It wasn't long before the entire camp was up and moving around.
    The morning chores included breakfast and a quick camp cleanup before we
    settled around the lightly smoking fire to decide the day's activities.

    "So,

    anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general.

    "July

    fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your
    birthday is it?" He joked.

    In

    stark contrast to Mary and John are Mark and Christa who are in their thirties,
    very athletic, and if allowed to, will push our physical limits pretty far.
    Thin and fit, they have done much more ambitious climbs than I will ever
    attempt. Mark is your typical athletic type and his wife is really easy on the
    eyes; about five six and only a hundred forty pounds or so, most of that in her
    chest, I think.

     While

    I haven't ever seen Christa naked, I have had the pleasure of seeing her in
    some pretty skimpy bikini's that her easily 38 D chest was trying hard to fall
    out of. Her blond hair and gentle blue eyes give her a Barbie-doll look, but
    she has the spirit of a redhead. She loves a stimulating conversation and will
    debate almost any topic. I have enjoyed many a discussion with her as we hiked
    up trails, usually calling it a draw by the time we reached our camp site.

    "Oh

    I wouldn't quite say it's my birthday. But it is a similar & special
    day." Mary said from her spot where she was sitting on a small log we had
    pulled into camp. "It's National Nude Day, and I think we should all wear
    birthday suits today, to celebrate it!" she concluded.

    "You're

    kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her
    face. Buck naked?

    "No,

    I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious
    as can be.

    "But

    someone might see us naked!" Christa piped up.

    "Well

    first off, I checked the back-country permits when I signed up with the
    national park service. There isn't anyone else around here for miles.

    And

    second off, what are you worried about? Those bikini's you wear don't exactly
    cover a hell of a lot." Mary retorted with a smile. "You don't really
    think that the guys can't tell what's under them after you get wet do you? I
    mean that white one is completely see-through at times."

    "Well,

    Mark got me that one, and no, I wasn t aware of that." She replied.

    The reality

    is, we ve all seen every inch of your amazing tits, girl. You have all kinds
    of reasons to proudly skip the little micro and get fully tanned today. Mary
    retorted.

    Christa s

    face was red with embarrassment as she looked at her husband, who looked back
    with a sheepish, almost guilty look. "No wonder he doesn't allow me to
    wear it at the local public beaches." Christa finally figured it out.

    "Like

    we're not public?" I asked with a laugh, wishing I had paid better
    attention the last time she wore that tiny white one. My wife reached across
    and slugged me, but not too hard, on the shoulder, knowing exactly what I was
    thinking.

    "But,

    naked in front of each other s husbands?" Christa asked, looking to my
    Nancy, then back to Mary.

    "Sure,

    Mary said with resolve. And don't forget, they'll be naked too. And I for one,
    and looking forward to seeing what's hiding in a pair of shorts or two! 
    Girls, you know you love the view as much as I do." Mary said with a grin.

    "So

    who's up for it, so to speak?" She finished, laughing at her own pun. Mary
    was the designated activities director for this outing, and she was assertive
    enough, that no one was comfortable with challenging her leadership.

    "I'm

    not so sure this is a good idea." My wife mumbled, as though hoping it
    would all go away.

    "Well,

    I for one am going to!" Mary said, standing up and skimming her tight
    tee-shirt off, leaving her standing completely naked in front of all of us. Now
    who's going to join me?"

    I sat

    and stared at Mary, her tits large and firm; and definitely not in need of a
    bra. Her waist was slender and flowed gracefully into her round smooth hips.
    And, from my angle, she had a very cute round ass. Her pussy was shaved, and it
    was pretty obvious to me that she was pretty turned on too.

     I

    thought about it for a few moments. Hell I'd wanted to see her naked for a long
    time, now was my chance to see her naked all day.

    Mary

    went over to the fallen log that John was sitting on. She took his hand to
    guide him up, then she wrapped her arms tightly around his shirtless chest and
    began kissing him, going deep into his open mouth.

    Now 

    was getting turned on, and My cock started expanding out of the leg hem of my
    nylon shorts. The show Mary was giving us, was having a strong effect.  If
    I was lucky, today might be my best chance to touch and play a bit; too. All I
    had to do was go along with this Nude Day thing.

    Mary

    whispered into John s ear. He nodded, then she stepped behind him and wrapped
    her arms under his, caressing his chest. Her arms slowly slid down as she
    looked over to Christa and winked. Mary s thumbs smoothly caught the insides of
    John s elastic waistband, and as she continued her slow downward glide, John s
    cock bounced free and then settled to a stiff horizontal trajectory.

    Mary

    looked over at my Nancy and winked.  Nancy didn t notice her own 
    thighs pressing together, or her palm laying on her chest.

    As the

    shorts landed around John s ankles, Mary stepped next to John and held his right
    hand with her left. The two sat back down on the log and they smiled while
    waiting for our decisions.

     So,

    could I go all day naked around Mary and Christa, and my wife; without dying of
    embarrassment or incurring the jealous rage of my sweet Nancy? Hell for that
    matter, if my wife decided to go along, how would I feel about her being naked
    in front of Mark and John?

    "What

    the hell!" I said, standing up. "You only live once!" It only
    took me a moment to drop my shorts, since that was all I had on; and step out
    of them. My dick was already hard and poking straight out toward Christa, who
    seemed to sit staring at it; as if mesmerized by big Mike which has an
    extra-large presentation.

    "Oh

    hell." Christa finally said, standing up and slowly undressing. If
    anything, my dick got harder as I watched her pull her shirt and shorts off,
    leaving her in a lacy bra and blue thong panty. "No one better laugh
    though!" She said sharply, as she undid the clasp and let her ample chest
    loose. Last garment to go was her thong, which she turned around and pushed
    down. She bent over to hold onto the log for balance, giving us a brief, and
    unexpected, view of her pussy as she stepped out of her thong.

    "Well

    Nancy, you in?" Mary asked, looking expectantly at my very nervous-looking
    wife.

    "What

    about them?" She asked, looking at Mark, who staring at her expectantly.

    "Oh

    don't worry, he will too. If Christa and I have to tie him to a tree and strip
    him." Mary answered with a laugh.

    The

    gauntlet thrown down, Mark had no choice. At about the same time Mark stripped,
    Nancy did as well. Nancy took advantage of Mark s activity and quickly
    undressed, tossing her clothes into a pile behind her, and sitting back down
    before the men could ogle her too much. She wasn t putting on a show, like Mary
    & Christa. Nancy was reluctantly getting this over with .

    "Well,

    that's it then! No more clothes for the rest of the day!" Mary said as she
    bent over and picked up her t-shirt. I doubted that there was anything
    arbitrary in the direction her cute ass was pointed as she bent over straight
    legged, her pussy pushing out between her legs at me invitingly.

    "Okay,

    we have a full day at this site, so we can leave our tents up. There s a stream
    with trout, and there s also a great view from up on that ridge. Or you can all
    do as much or little as you like, before we break camp, tomorrow.

    Everyone

    was just sitting, trying to get the nerve to move. Then Mary took some
    initiative; So who wants to go for a short walk? How about you Mike? You

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 5
    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 5
    As if two Milf s weren t enough, the daughter joins in.

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     


     

    The sun

    was streaming into the room when I felt my dick being gently sucked to life by
    a soft mouth. It only took me a few moments to realize that Linda was working
    me to hardness, Nancy still sleeping next to me.

    "It's

    been so long since I was able to wake up to a hard dick." Linda whispered
    while I looked over at the clock displaying seven thirty.

    "I

    see," I replied as she climbed on top of me and moved her legs on each
    side of my hips. She scooted up enough to reach behind her and rub my now hard
    dick around her lips and then slid down the bed again, pushing my dick into her
    pussy.

    "Oh

    yes. That's what I need," she cooed as she began to ride up and down my
    shaft.

    "Couldn't

    wait, huh," My wife asked sleepily as she rolled over and rested her head
    on my chest, watching Linda ride up and down my dick.

    "Not

    my idea." I whispered as Linda groaned in pleasure, reaching for my hands
    and pulling them toward her tits.

    I played

    with her tits for only a few minutes before Nancy sat up enough to suck one of
    her tits into her mouth.

    "Oh

    god!" Linda cried as she rode me harder, her body slamming down onto my
    legs with each stroke.

    "Mother

    is that you?" I heard Emily call out from the other room before she
    stepped into the bedroom, the door standing wide open. "Holy shit!"

    "Oh,

    fuck!" Linda cried, her whole body shaking and trembling as her orgasm
    washed over her. Finally she turned and looked over her shoulder at her
    daughter while my wife lay her head back against my chest.

    "Um,

    Am I to guess you three slept together last night?"

    "Uh

    huh. Miss Nancy figured out what was going on at the lake. Long story short, we
    played all night and slept together."

    "Um.

    Ok." She said, a bit of fear creeping into her eyes.

    "Yes

    Emily. I know that you and my husband had sex. No I am not angry with you. I
    know how much a set of full breasts turn him on, Do you want to join us?"

    "Now?"

    "Unless

    you have something else to do."

    "Well,

    mom and I were supposed to go shopping, but, well, "

    "Come

    on. Take off your clothes. I want to see what he got so turned on over."

    "Mother,"

    Emily said, looking at her mom roll off my hard dick?

    "Up

    to you, but I think it's a now or never proposition."

    "It

    is," My wife said quietly. "He promised to never have sex with either
    of you unless I'm there too. I expect him to keep that promise."

    "Ok,"

    she said, staring at my glistening dick while she quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
    She pulled it off and tossed it on the bed as she undid her nursing bra,
    letting her large milk filled tits swing free.

    "I

    can see why he was turned on," my wife said, gently squeezing one of my
    nipples while Em pushed her shorts and underwear down.

    Now

    naked, Emily climbed up the bed, not sure where to go.

    "Why

    don't you go ahead and finish what your mom started?" My wife said, gently
    stroking my pussy juice covered dick.

    "You

    sure?"

    "Uh

    huh. I want to see what he saw when you came and made him cum."

    "Ok,"

    she said with a grin, climbing up my body until she was kneeling over my hips.
    She rubbed the head of my dick around her lips, spreading her mother's pussy
    juices and my pre-cum around her lips. "Oh yes." She cooed as she
    pressed down on me, pushing my dick up into her. "I can't believe I'm
    doing this in front of both of you," she panted as she reached bottom.

    "God

    you look hot doing that," My wife said as she watched her slowly stroke up
    and down my shaft. "I don't want you to cum. Save it for me, ok?" She
    whispered in my ear. "I am so fucking horny now I gotta have you fuck
    me."

    "Uh

    huh." I said, trying to think about anything but the dribbles of milk that
    were shaking from her tits and landing on my stomach. I lay there while she
    rode me, slowly working up toward her climax.

    "Oh

    god. I don't know if I can." I panted, trying hard not to cum as Emily's
    tits squirted a stream of milk across my chest.

    "You

    will if you know what's good for you." Nancy said.

    "Ok."

    I groaned as I slipped my hand around from her body so I could reach her pussy.
    The least I could do was to get her worked up so I could get her off before I
    did.

    "Oh

    yes. That feels good," she said as she moved to give me better access.

    "Oh

    yes! Fuck yes!" Emily screamed as her whole body shook, her tits squirting
    milk in several directions as her orgasm caused her muscles to all contract.

    "Oh

    yes. I can see why you liked it so much," My wife said quietly as I
    stroked her pussy, trying everything I knew to keep from shooting inside Emily
    at that moment.

    "How

    close are you?" I asked in a half groan.

    "You're

    that close?"

    "Oh

    god yes."

    "Then

    we better do something about that." My wife said coaxing Emily off my
    dick. She lay back and looked at me. "Ok fill me up."

    "With

    pleasure!" I said as I rolled over onto her and pushed my engorged dick
    into her pussy.

    "That's

    it. Give it all to me. Fill my pussy with your hot cum!" she cooed as I
    stroked into her.

    "Uh"

    I grunted as my dick jerked, pushing a squirt of cum into her pussy. Time and
    again my body jerked, filling her pussy full of my hot juice until it couldn't
    hold it all and it leaked around me.

    "That's

    it baby. So nice." She cooed as she pulled me down to her and gently
    kissed me. She held me for only a few minutes before I rolled off of her so I
    didn't crush her.

    "Oh

    god yes. Stay there." Emily said as she crawled across my wife's legs to
    eagerly suck my cum from my deflating dick. When she had me licked clean she
    slid back and lowered her head to my wife's leaking pussy, sliding her tongue
    up her slit time and again to collect my cum.

    I was

    shocked at how eagerly she licked and sucked my cum from my wife's pussy,
    tasting not only me but her. She licked until she couldn't get any more and
    then worked on Nancy's clit pushing her closer to a climax and squeezing more
    of my juices out for her.

    I

    watched as she finally pulled away, moving so her pussy was facing us.

    "Slide

    toward me," She said to my wife, holding her hand out to her.

    My wife

    looked at me, unsure what she was going to do, but slid down the bed, allowing
    Emily to position her pussy against hers.

    "Oh

    yes. Just like that," Emily cooed as she ground her pussy into my wife's
    their clits sliding across each other's wet lips. "Oh yes. Mike, Come suck
    my tits!" She grunted as she worked her hips.

    I

    rolled over and crawled so I was on all fours across the two of them and
    wrapped my lips around one of Emily's milky tits. Each suck brought a new
    squirt of warm juice into my mouth, encouraging me to suck more greedily as she
    cried out in pleasure. I felt a mouth close around my dick, and guessed it was
    Linda, even though I couldn't see her from my current position. Between the
    milk tits and the attention of Linda's mouth and hand, I was quickly growing
    again.

    "Oh

    fuck!" My wife screamed as her body shuddered and jerked in orgasm as
    Emily's sliding wet pussy pushed her over the edge.

    "oh

    yes oh yes oh yes oh yes," Em repeated over and over as she grew closer to
    her peak. She rolled onto her back as her body twitched in orgasm, allowing her
    tits to squirt tiny streams of milk in several directions. I did my best to
    capture what I could and then gently licked and sucked the small puddles that
    had collected on her body.

    "How

    close are you?" Nancy asked from where she was laying, her chest no longer
    heaving to catch her breath.

    "Getting

    close," I answered between licks.

    "I

    want to watch you cum all over her."

    I

    looked down at where Linda was sucking me and she looked back and nodded. It
    took a minute or two to organize us, with Emily laying on the bed and me
    kneeling over her stomach. Linda leaned down from one side and my wife leaned
    down from the other and together licked and sucked on my dick, driving me wild
    with the combination of the view and sensations.

    "Fuck

    her tits," my wife said suddenly, pulling my dick from her mouth and
    pressing it down against Emily's body. I scooted up her body as the three of
    them pressed Emily's tits together, my saliva slickened dick easily sliding
    into the tunnel that it created.

    "Does

    that feel good," My wife asked as she watched my dick slide in and out of
    the tunnel, my head disappearing into Em's mouth at the end of each stroke.

    "Oh

    god yes!"

    "Cum

    for me. I want to watch you squirt all over her tits. I want to lick your cum
    from her big milky tits."

    "Oh

    god!" I groaned, quickly pulling back out of Em's tits and sliding down
    her body a foot or so. I lifted myself up on my knees and quickly stroked my
    dick with my hand. My body jerked suddenly, squirting a string of cum that
    lanced out across Em's tits, hitting my wife in the face where she lay with her
    head on Em's shoulder. Time and again my dick squirted, covering Em with my
    entire load, and then allowing my drooling dick to leak its remains out onto
    her stomach while I struggled to catch my breath.

    If I hadn't

    just cum, I would have in the next few seconds, watching my wife and Linda both
    gently lick and suck my cum from Em's tits, occasionally sucking one of her
    tits into their mouths as well.

    I

    reached behind me and gently stroked Emily's pussy, causing her to groan and
    hump her hips back up toward me. "Oh you're going to make me cum
    again!" she panted as I stroked her, watching the little spouts of milk
    shoot into the air as I drove her closer. "Oh!" she cried as her body
    tensed, and the milk shower increased, covering both my wife's and Linda's face
    with milk.

    I

    leaned down and gently kissed them both alternately, then kissed and licked
    their milky faces. "That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever
    seen."

    "You

    liked that huh?&q

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 4
    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 4
    Glowing in the Firelight

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     

     "Well, this has been fun!" My wife said, as

    she walked around camp after the boys pulled out.

    "It

    has! I've really enjoyed it." I called to her as she walked into our tent.
    She came back a moment later, zipping the door closed. She pulled a chair
    around to the other side of the small fire, so now the three ladies were on one
    side of the fire and I was on the other. They started talking usual girl stuff,
    while I sat back and relaxed. It didn't take me long to figure out what she had
    done. Her shirt was long enough to cover the workout shorts she had put on when
    she took her nap, but now that she was sitting, I could see she had slipped
    them off and was wearing nothing but the t-shirt, her tits still giggling
    around when she moved.

    The view as she intentionally allowed her legs to spread was

    wonderful. I could see her pussy in the flickering light, but no one else would
    be able to. It immediately started my dick growing. It took some subtle moving,
    but I got it arranged so that it could come to full mast without exposing
    myself, but the bulge in my towel was obvious. Linda saw it and elbowed Em
    gently.

    "I

    think I want a shower." Linda said, getting up. "Why don't you come
    with me Em"

    "That

    sounds good." She answered. "Let me get my stuff."

    The two

    of them went into their tent and came out with little bags of stuff and headed
    off to the shower. My wife watched them leave camp without a word, and when
    they were gone, got up and stepped around the fire pit to where I was sitting.

    "You

    are so hard!" She said stroking me through the towel. "Have you been
    thinking about fucking me all day?"

    "You

    better believe it."

    "Did

    you notice what I'm wearing?" She asked coyly.

    "If

    you mean did I notice you lost your shorts? Uh huh." I said pushing her
    shirt up high enough to expose her pussy. "What about you?"

    "You

    mean did I notice you were walking around in nothing but a towel? Uh huh. Your
    shorts are all in the tent and your swim suit is on the line, that can only
    mean your naked."

    "Just

    for you."

    "I

    don't believe that, but I'll take it anyway." She said as she pulled my
    towel apart, leaving me sitting naked on the chair. With the towel no longer
    holding anything in place, my dick suck straight up at her.

    "I

    know you have been fantasizing about this all week." She said as she
    turned around and pulled her shirt up around her waist with one hand, and bent
    over, reaching between her legs for my dick with the other. She aimed my dick
    at her pussy and sat down on me, her ample juices testifying to how turned on
    she was.

    "Oh;

    god you're big!" she cooed as I slid my hands under her shirt and played
    with her tits while she started riding up and down my dick. 'Hmm" she
    moaned as I tweaked her nipples.

    "How

    about we get rid of this?" I asked, pushing her shirt up.

    "Someone

    might see!" She protested even while she was lifting her arms up.

    "It's

    too dark." I said as I tossed her shirt aside and went back to her tits.
    She was as naked as I was, bouncing up and down on my hard dick, essentially in
    public, I was so turned on it was ridiculous. My dick was on overload and I
    couldn't hold back. My dick started jumping and spurting inside her pussy,
    pumping the load of cum I had been saving up all afternoon. "Oh" I
    groaned as my dick emptied inside her. She sat and wiggled her ass around on my
    lap to feel my hard dick still inside her.

    I

    didn't want her to be disappointed, so as soon as I had control, I pulled her
    back against me, and lifted her legs over the arms of the chair. If anyone had
    come by they would have had a perfect view of her reclining against me, her
    pussy on full display, with my dick still stuffed into her. With one hand I
    started massaging her nipples, while I let my other hand go to work on her
    pussy and clit.

    She

    turned her head and kissed my face and nibbled my ear as I worked her clit,
    enticing small moans from her when I got it just right. Her breathing in my ear
    became ragged, followed a short time later by one long moan as her body tensed
    and shivers ran up and down her body as she climaxed around me.

    Her

    pussy clenched so hard around my softening dick that she squirted my dick out
    of her pussy, followed by several shots of our combined juices. I hadn't ever
    seen her do that before, which told me a lot about how turned on she must have
    been. She had to be pretty far gone just to allow me to take her shirt off in
    public like this, and I was loving every minute of it. I continued to hold her
    and stroke her body gently while she recovered.

    "Oh;

    that felt so good!" She whispered in my ear. "I don't know what made
    me cum so hard, but I liked it, a lot!"

    "Maybe

    it was sitting outside like this, or maybe it was all the teasing we did all
    afternoon."

    "Or

    maybe it was that great dream I had of you laying me across the hood of the
    truck naked and eating my pussy until I came!" She said with a giggle.

    "That

    too could be a possibility."

    "Hmm,

    I hate to move, but I better put some clothes back on."

    "Why?

    I like you like this!"

    "Well,

    Linda and Emily will be back soon."

    "So?

    You're a girl, they're girls. It's not like they didn't figure out what we were
    going to be doing. I saw the look Linda gave Emily when she suggested a
    shower."

    "Well,

    just the same, I don't really need to be naked when they get back." She
    said as she leaned over to pick her shirt off the ground.

    "Spoil

    sport!" I said.

    "Besides,

    you don't want them seeing you naked, do you?"

    "I

    don't really care one way or another. You know I'm not bashful."

    "Well

    I care. I don't want them seeing you naked!" She said as she pulled her
    shirt on, but still sitting on my lap.

    "Whatever

    you want sweetie." I said as I ran my hands up under her shirt again.

    "Oh

    stop already. You're going to get me all turned on again!" She said with a
    giggle.

    "That's

    the idea!" I said pushing her shirt up in the back so I could kiss her back.

    "Oh

    stop it.!" She cried, getting up from my lap laughing while I held onto
    the tail of her shirt.

    I got

    up as she tried to get away and I chased her around the fire a few times, never
    letting go of her shirt, I caught her, or she let herself be caught, over by
    the picnic table. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her gently, pulling her
    shirt up above her tits and then pulling her naked body against mine. She
    seemed to relax in the darkness that surrounded us as I squeezed her ass and
    kissed her face and then neck. I worked down her neck as I moved her to sit on
    the edge of the table top. I pushed her shirt up and off again so she was naked
    while I kissed and sucked her nipples. She rubbed my hair and made little
    cooing noises as I worked down to her pussy, gently kissing her body and
    thighs. I licked across her lips and clit getting a small moan from her lips.

    "Oh

    god!" she moaned. "You better fuck me fast. They won't stay at the
    shower all night!"

    "You

    mean like this?" I whispered as I stood up and put my now hard dick to her
    pussy lips. I pushed into her easily and quickly began stroking in and out of
    her while I played with her clit.

    "Uh!

    Uh! Oh, Yes. Just like that!" she panted.

    I

    really wanted her to have a good climax, since I came too soon the last time,
    so I concentrated on hitting her best spots while she leaned back on her
    elbows. She cried out once as her orgasm washed over her and she sat up and
    pulled me tight against her body, wrapping her legs around me. I could feel her
    pussy pulsing around my dick as her body shook with little tremors. "Oh
    god that felt good!" she whispered.

    "I'm

    glad you enjoyed it." I whispered back.

    "Oh

    yes." She purred as she stroked my hair and kissed my neck. I stood there and
    held her for several minutes before I helped her put her shirt on. I was pretty
    sure the girls came back and watched us screwing, but I didn't want her to
    know, that would be way too embarrassing for her. My feelings were pretty much
    confirmed when they walked into camp only seconds after I had her shirt on, but
    she was still sitting with me buried in her pussy. Linda and Em walked into
    camp, freezing my wife in her position as they headed for their tent. They
    crawled in and had their backs to the door.

    My wife

    quietly pushed me away, letting my hard dick slide from her pussy, and then
    slid off the table. She pulled her shirt down and pulled me by the hand around
    the table to our tent, pausing to bend down and open the zipper. Her ass and
    pussy stuck out from under her shirt as she moved, and I looked over to see
    Linda and Emily watching the two of us. I couldn't resist and pushed the head
    of my dick into her pussy, getting a squeak from her before she pulled off and
    half dove into the tent.

    I bent

    over and followed her in, zipping just the mesh bug guard closed before lying
    down on the mattress. I rolled her onto her belly and pushed her legs apart
    before climbing on top of her. I knew from how she was laying that she couldn't
    see out the door, and I also knew that Linda and Emily were watching from their
    tent. I pushed my dick into her pussy again and she moaned appreciatively. I
    leaned my head down to hers while I started stroking slowly in and out of her.

    "Do

    you think they saw us?" She asked.

    "No.

    I think it was too dark." I lied, knowing full well that coming up the
    hill the fire illuminated where we were just fine.

    "Good!"

    she said with a sigh.

    "Do

    you want to cum again?" I asked her

    "No,

    but I want to feel you cum inside me again."

    "I

    can arrange that." I said as she started to pull her legs up under her so
    we were doggie style. I straightened up on my knees and started stroking in and
    out of her wet pussy, making sure to give the girls a good show. I looked over
    and saw Emily sitting in full view of me, completely naked, her fingers working
    in and out of her pussy. I pushed her shirt up until her swinging tits were in
    full view and spent several minutes stroking and playing with her nipples.

    "Oh

    god." She moaned as another orgasm crept up on her. I felt her pussy
    pulsate as she shuddered, moaning loudly, but trying hard to be quiet. I
    started slamming into her pulsating pussy for all I was worth, our bodies
    slapping together loudly.

    "Oh"

    I groaned as I pushed deep into her and unloaded my cum into her, my dick
    pulsing and twitching in her hot confines. I didn't think it had much juice
    left to pump, but it made a valiant try. Together we moved forward so she was
    lying down with me on top.

    "I

    don't know where that one came from." She whispered.

    "Me

    neither." I replied as I rolled us on our sides so we could spoon
    together.

    We lay

    like that with my softened dick inside her until I heard her breathing become
    regular. I disengaged myself from her and crawled out the still open tent door.
    I must have dozed off because the remnants of the fire had burned down
    considerably. I walked into the woods naked, and found a good tree to pee on
    and then returned to my tent. I stopped along the way to see Emily and Linda
    both sleeping naked on top of the covers, their bodies looking sexy in the
    moonlight that was filtering through the tent windows. I shook my head and
    crawled into my tent, zipping the door closed.

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 3

    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 3
    A morning fishing trip turns into a romp with Mary, in the boat.

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     

    I gave my

    wife a gentle kiss before climbing off the air mattress and sliding a pair of
    shorts up my legs. It was early, the sun barely peeking through the trees and
    dancing on the sides of the tent. I grabbed a power bar and a Gatorade; and
    headed down to the boat. No one wanted to come along this morning, but that was
    fine with me. It meant I could work some of the back bays real slow.

     

    I

    headed down the hill from the campsite to the small bay where I had the boat
    moored, the morning being quiet and misty. There was a light fog hanging above
    the water; obscuring the camp by the time I got down to the boat. It was a
    silent still morning, perfect for this kind of fishing. I waded into the bath
    warm water and pushed the cover back on the bow, to allow me to climb in. I
    levered myself over the railing, not a graceful move, and started pulling the
    cover off the boat. To my irritation, one of the straps fell over and got hung
    up under the depth finder transducer on the stern. I leaned over the stern and
    did my best to try and clear it, but with no success. The only way now was to
    get into the water. I didn't have my swim suit, but with the fog I wasn't too
    worried about being seen.

    I

    stripped my shorts off and lowered my naked self down, using the swim ladder,
    just touching bottom in the five foot deep water. It took a minute to feel for
    what was tangled, and get it free. I tossed the strap up into the boat and then
    waded around to the side. I picked up the cover and walked up out of the lake
    and dropped it on the shore. Since I was already out, I started untying the bow
    lines so I could pull out, trying to save myself a second trip over the bow
    rail.

    "Wow!"

    I heard a voice say. I turned and saw Mary standing on the trail above me. She
    was apparently on her way back from the bathrooms. I guess I hadn't counted on
    that possibility. She was wearing some kind of long shirt that came most of the
    way down to her knees. "If I keep running into you like this, I'm going to
    have to start wearing something a lot sexier than this!" She said pulling
    on her shirt.

    I held

    my finger to my lips to quiet her, I really didn't want the sound traveling up
    the hill to the tents.

    She

    came down the hill and stood on the shore, a few feet from where I was crouched
    down. "Where you headed?"

    "Out

    to fish." I said quietly "Why? Want to come?" I asked, half
    joking.

    "Go

    fishing? That sounds interesting. I love to fish. Do I need anything?"

    "Nope,

    but you'll have to be quick. I'll pick you up on that point in five minutes if
    you're coming."

    "Okay."

    She said getting up and practically running up the trail"

    I shook

    my head as I finished untying the boat and waded into the water and levered
    over the rail. I walked to the stern and pulled my shorts back on before
    starting the engine to warm up. I let it idle for a minute or two before
    pulling up the final anchor and dropping it in gear. To my surprise Mary was
    standing on the shore at the indicated point, still wearing that long shirt
    thing, so I moved in as close as I could to pick her up. She swung her leg over
    the bow and tried to climb in, getting hung up in the process. I stepped
    through the open windshield and pulled her easily up into the boat. She wrapped
    her arms around my neck and kissed me wetly on the lips before letting go of me
    and letting her body slide the few inches down for her feet to hit the deck.

    "Thank

    you. For the show and for taking me along." She said over the sound of the
    idling engine.

    I

    stepped back to the driver seat and pulled the gearshift to reverse and backed away
    from the shore while she settled into the passenger seat. I dropped into drive
    and applied some power, adding more as I cleared the inlet and hit the main
    lake channel. It was pretty foggy, so I followed my GPS and kept my speed down,
    not wanting to hit another boat on the way.

    "I

    wanted to wear something a bit sexier for you." Mary said over the sound
    of the engine.

    "Oh?"

    I responded. "That looks like the same shirt."

    "Oh

    that part is. But this isn't." She said as she pulled the shirt up and
    over her head. She was wearing a pair of pink sheer lace panties and a matching
    lace bra with her nipples poking prominently over the top edge. She spread her
    legs slightly giving me a view of her pussy lips encased in the shimmery
    material.

    "Wow!

    That certainly is!"

    "So

    you like it?"

    "What's

    not to like?" I answered. I really liked how she looked naked, but the
    material just teasing the view made her look even sexier.

    "Good!"

    she said with a grin as the cool air blowing over her nipples were making them
    rock hard. I eased back on the throttle and pulled into a small cove and shut
    down the engine. It was dead silent as I dropped the electric trolling motor in
    the water and eased us into the fog. We could hardly see ten feet, making it
    difficult to fish.

    "This

    is going to be hard to fish." I said out loud.

    "So

    let's wait the fog out a while. I'm sure we can find some way to spend the
    time." Mary said as she moved to the padded engine cover in the stern of
    the boat. I turned around to face her and she was sitting on the cover with her
    legs spread wide. "Can you think of something to do?" she asked coyly
    as she reached behind her and unsnapped the fastener of her bra, and let it
    fall down her arms. "Or should I suggest something?"

    "I

    think I can find something." I said as I moved toward her. She tossed the
    bra off to the side and leaned back on her arms. I leaned over her and kissed
    her neck and gently kissed back and forth on her chest until my kisses carried
    me to her tits, which I licked and sucked in turn. I spent several minutes on
    her hard buttons, getting a variety of gentle moans and coo's in response. My
    real target was lower though. I kissed down her belly while she leaned back
    farther, resting on her elbows now. I slipped my fingers under the material and
    gently pulled, not wanting to ruin the sexy little bit of cloth. She helped by
    lifting her rear off the padding and I continued to slip them down until I
    could toss them away. I had her completely naked now, not even wearing water
    shoes. She was an extremely attractive woman, even more so sitting in the fog
    shrouded boat.

    I knelt

    down in front of her and began kissing up one thigh and across the top of her
    shaved mound and down the other. I started a second trip, this time stopping to
    lick up between her lips. She moaned and lifted her legs high in the air and
    spread them wider to give me as much access as she could, which I wasted none
    of. I pushed my tongue deep into her tunnel, tasting her tangy juices before
    drawing my tongue up between her lips and across her exposed clit.

    "Oh!"

    she cried as my tongue flicked across her hard nub, the sound of her voice
    absorbed by the shroud of fog. I repeated the trip a second, and third time,
    each time getting a shudder and cry for my efforts. I increased my tempo and
    soon was making the trip across her clit every few seconds, making her body
    almost shudder constantly.

    "Oh,

    God!" She screamed as I stopped working between her lips and concentrated
    on her clit. My tongue flicked rapid fire across her engorged nub, causing her
    body to rock with spasms as her orgasm washed over her like an ocean wave. I
    continued my assault on her clit until she pushed my head away from her pussy,
    not able to take anymore stimulation. "Oh, fuck! That felt so damn
    good!"

    "I'm

    glad I could please."

    "Oh

    you did, no doubt of that!" she panted. "God that feels so good after
    not getting any for so long."

    "How

    long?"

    "My

    bastard husband left me two years ago for some tramp."

    "He

    clearly didn't know how good he had it."

    "No

    he didn't! The really sad part is that I feel like I'm doing the same
    thing."

    "Not

    really. I mean, I wouldn't normally mess around like this on my wife, but
    somehow this trip has taken a life of its own."

    "I

    saw. How long have you been fucking them?"

    "Linda

    and Emily? Well, really Linda and I did it once a couple years ago, but until
    this week I hadn't even thought about it with either of them. I guess they had
    other ideas though."

    "It

    seems like you still like screwing your wife though, based on last night at
    least."

    "What

    about last night?"

    "I

    was sitting in the bushes watching you to go at it. It seemed like you still
    love each other."

    "We

    do. And if she knew I was doing this she would plant me, literally."

    "Well,

    we better make the most of it then and make sure she doesn't find out, hadn't
    we?" she said getting off the padded cover. She knelt down in front of me
    stroking the huge bulge in my shorts through the material. She pulled my shorts
    down to my ankles and helped me step out of them, tossing my water shoes over
    her shoulder in exaggerated motions. "Gotta have you completely
    naked!" she said with a grin. She turned me around so I had my butt
    against the engine cover and pressed me back so I was half sitting on the
    padded cover with my dick sticking up in the air. She continued to push me back
    until I was leaning back on my elbows with my dick pointing at the sky.
    "Much better." She said as she kissed each nipple as I had hers and
    then began kissing her way down my front. Each kiss was a delicate, soft wet
    half kiss half lick. They tickled slightly, but also were extremely erotic.

    I

    wanted to hurry her along toward her obvious target, but I also wanted to keep
    feeling those incredible kisses. Unlike what we had done the previous day, she
    was intent on making this slow and sensuous. She worked her way slowly down my
    stomach, slowly moving around my rock hard dick without ever kissing it
    directly.

    I was

    so hot for her right then that I was ready to grab her head and stuff my cock
    into her mouth, but I held back, waiting to see what she would do next. She
    blew air across the head of my dick, making it twitch and bob, then she brushed
    her hair across it, tickling the head gently while she blew her hot breath
    across it. Finally she bent her head down and kissed the base again, slowly
    working her soft kisses up the top until she was kissing the very tip of the
    head. She licked around the head, with her tongue and then slowly slid her lips
    down and over it, swirling her tongue on the bottom side as she went deeper.

    I

    watched in amazement as she pushed her head farther and farther down until her
    nose touched my pubic hair and my dick was seated well into her throat. I could
    feel the pressure on the head change as she eased back up my dick, continuing
    to play her tongue around it until her mouth only covered the head. She moved
    down on my dick again, this time faster, dragging her nails along the sides as
    she pulled back up again. A third time she went down, all the way to her nose
    pressing against my body, her fingers tickling my balls as she pulled her head
    up again.

    I

    groaned loudly in appreciation. A fourth time she went down, this time wrapping
    her hand around my hard dick and squeezing it as she pulled up. This time she
    allowed her mouth to come completely off my dick while she held it in her hand.
    She leaned forward and gently rubbed the slickened head around first one and
    then the other nipple, taking care to use her hard nipple to rub the delicate
    underside of the head.

    I

    groaned and tried not to push my hips up, more turned on than I could remember.
    Finally she let go of my dick and pressed her body against mine, trapping my
    dick in the valley between her perky breasts. She slowly started to crawl up my
    body onto the engine cover, dragging her body along mine so that the sensitive
    bottom of my head dragged along her sexy body. She was nearly on top of me when
    I felt the head of my dick rub across her smooth mound. She reached behind her
    and caught my dick as it started to spring up between her legs, holding it and
    rubbing it on her wet pussy lips, rubbing her juices onto my head. She pushed
    her body back slowly rocking back on her knees, allowing her velvety wet pussy
    to envelope my tool inch by inch. With agonizing slowness she pushed herself
    down until she could go no further.

    She

    moved her knees so they were tight on either side of me, curled under her like
    frog legs. She slowly lifted herself up, arching her back and dragging her tits
    along my chest. She stopped when just my head was still inside her and slowly
    pushed down again, her breath becoming ragged. She pulled up again and leaned
    close to my ear, nibbling and licking my ear lobe.

    "My

    god you fill me up!" she whispered into my ear before starting her stroke
    down again. When she got to the bottom I could feel my dick pressing against
    her cervix while she wiggled her ass back and forth rubbing her clit across the
    base of my dick. She stroked back up again, rubbing her tits on my chest all
    the way

    52 min
  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 2
    Adventures of Big Mike: Part 2
    Taking a trip to the store with mom and daughter.

    Based

    on the post by m_storyman_x . Listen to the ► podcast at Explicit Novels.

     

    We

    finished lunch and I unhooked the boat trailer from the suburban to get ready
    to go to Warsaw. I changed into my shorts and a t-shirt and turned on the GPS,
    punching in my to go location so it would map it out.

    "You

    ready to go, Linda?" I called.

    "In

    a minute!" she called back a she crawled into her tent. I heard her
    rustling around inside the tent for several minutes before she came out and
    walked over to the truck.

    "Can

    I come with, mom?" Emily asked.

    "Sure

    honey!" Linda said killing any hope I had of messing around with Linda on this
    trip. The girls climbed into the truck, Linda in the front seat and Emily in
    the back, wearing her white bikini with some kind of skirt wrap. I jumped in
    and drove out, heading the thirty miles of 2 lane highway to get to Warsaw.

    "So

    did you get a good look?" Linda asked once we hit the main highway.

    "Huh?"

    I asked stunned.

    "I

    asked if you got a good look?"

    I was

    very confused. There were several possibilities and I wasn't about to admit to
    any of them till I was sure what we were talking about, especially with her
    daughter in the back seat. "I'm not sure what you mean."

    "You

    know very well what I mean. I know you were looking at my pussy the whole time
    you were pushing me up the boat ladder." She said with a smug smile.

    "Oh

    stop giving him such a hard time mother. You know damn well you fell on him on
    purpose!" Em said from the back seat.

    "Well

    what did you expect, with him looking at me that way and all."

    "Oh

    lord mother. You wanted him to look as much as he wanted to look."

    "You

    should talk! Did you think I didn't see you flashing your tits at him in the
    boat?"

    "Me?

    You think I didn't see you sneaking off into the woods years ago to go fuck
    like bunnies? What do you take me for mother? Last night you crawled back into
    the tent smelling like fresh sex! Who else would you be fucking besides Mr.
    Mike? I've been trying to get him to fuck me for years. Hell, ever since I was
    nineteen and I saw him jacking off in the woods while he watched you
    changing!" Linda turned to look at me and I shrugged sheepishly, recalling
    a time when we were both changing into our swim suits in the woods and I had
    the good fortune of seeing her changing. "I've hugged him, tried to flash
    him, I almost walked in on him in the shower once. You think I didn't know you
    would go to him to help you get rid of that picture of me mooning? I've done
    everything but strip in front of him pull him on top of me!"

    "Emily!"

    her mother cried.

    "Oh

    Mother! Don't be such a prude. Tell me Mike, does my pussy look as good in
    person as it did in the picture?" She asked from the back seat as she put
    her feet up on the back of the seat, spreading her legs wide and pulling her
    swimsuit bottom aside for me to see her pussy, glistening with her juices.

    "I

    don't know what to say." I said quietly. "I had no idea."

    "You

    mean you didn't know I wanted you when I was hugging you and pressing my tits
    into you?"

    "Hell

    Em. Sure your body turns me on! How couldn't it? Hell, just looking at your
    pussy has me hard as a rock! Did I fantasize about it? Sure! But I never seriously
    considered it. I wouldn't do that to our friendship."

    "You

    need to think less and fuck more!" Emily said, obviously angry.

    In the

    meantime Linda was sitting half turned in the seat, trying to see her daughter.

    "Do

    you really think I have been having sex with Mr. Mike all these years?"
    She asked Emily over the seat back.

    "Hell

    yes! I would have too if I could have gotten him to do it!"

    "Well,

    we haven't. Until last night it was a onetime thing! Have I teased him and wanted
    him to do it? Sure I did. I've gotten off lots of times pretending it was him,
    but it was just pretend. Do you know what would happen if Miss Nancy found out?
    It would ruin our friendship, and his marriage. It probably wouldn't do us any
    good either."

    "Well,

    I don't have any intention of saying anything." Emily said. "You
    think I would do anything to hurt Mr. Mike?"

    "Not

    on purpose!" Linda said. "But all it takes is one little slip! Why do
    you think I didn't try to have sex with him more since he found me in the woods
    that one day?"

    "You

    didn't plan that?"

    "Heck

    no! I'd been going down there to get some privacy for weeks before that
    happened."

    "Well,

    you sure picked the right day to do it. You smelled like you got well
    screwed."

    "Oh

    god. If you only knew." She said, thinking back to that evening. "He
    was so big and so hard. It felt so good!"

    "I

    bet." Emily responded. "I snuck a peak at him at his house once while
    he was in the shower. It was all I could do to not climb in with him and get
    fucked right there! The cat pushed the bathroom door open and I could see him
    in the shower in the mirror. Then he turned the water off and pushed the
    curtain aside to dry off. God I came right then and there. If he would have
    looked he would have seen me standing in the hall with my pants around my
    ankles getting myself off. And that time I caught him jacking off in the woods.
    He didn't know it but I came almost the same time he did. I thought he heard me
    but I ducked down behind the bush!" She said as if I wasn't even there.

    "I

    teased him lots of times." Linda said. "One time he went into my
    bathroom while I was in the bedroom closet and he didn't close the bedroom side
    door. I had been teasing him all afternoon and he stood there and jacked off
    smelling a pair of panties that I left in there hoping he'd find them. I had
    gotten off thinking about his dick and was so wet I had to go change."

    I

    didn't know which made me more embarrassed, finding out that she had seen me
    jacking off, or finding out she caught me smelling her panties, or finding out
    that she left panties for me to find, or that they were talking about me like
    this with me sitting here. For the moment I was just going to keep quiet and
    find out what else I didn't know.

    "God

    mom! Why didn't you try to fuck him before that?"

    "Are

    you kidding? One day I heard him coming to fish and I stripped off my pajamas
    and was laying naked on my bed right in front of the open sliding door , but he
    didn't come up on the porch! I was so frustrated that I sat on the porch naked
    and got myself off watching him fish. All he had to do was look up and he would
    have seen me there."

    "Wow!"

    Emily said with surprise. "I didn't know you were that daring!"

    "Not

    till you moved out. I have a big dildo in my drawer that I use thinking about how
    big and full he made me feel that night by the lake."

    "I've

    seen that one. I have a vibrator one that I use. It feels so good." She
    said putting her head back and rubbing her exposed pussy.

    "I

    know he licks pussy too. But I haven't had a chance to experience that
    yet." Linda told Emily.

    "I'm

    not surprised." She said. "If he likes to sniff your undies then he's
    definitely a pussy licker. God I wish I had thought to leave underwear out for
    him to find! That was genius."

    "OK

    you two. I'm still sitting here you know!" I said, starting to get a bit
    irritated.

    "I

    know." Emily said simply. "Gotten tired of looking at my pussy
    yet?"

    "No!"

    I responded.

    "Good!"

    she said as she pushed her panties off until they were hanging on one ankle and
    pulling up her top. "You can watch my tits too then!"

    "Oh

    Em, that's mean. How is he supposed to see you and drive at the same
    time?"

    "Oh

    that's nothing. I want him to fuck me so bad just thinking about it has me
    about ready to cum!"

    "Emily!"

    "Oh

    Mother! Just chill!" she said as she began pushing her fingers in and out
    of her wet pussy. I looked in my mirror and saw her squeezing her tits while I
    heard her fingers fapping in and out of her pussy. "Oh God!" she
    screamed as she began to buck in the seat, the whole truck smelling like sex as
    she came around her fingers.

    "Oh

    god" I whispered as I tried to concentrate on my driving.

    "Your

    turn mother!" she called breathlessly from the back seat. "God I
    needed that!"

    "If

    you think I'm going to sit here and frig myself while he watches your
    crazy!" Linda said.

    "That's

    fine." Emily said as she pulled her top back into place. It was a good
    thing we were about there, because I didn't think I could handle the smell of sex
    much longer. Not because it was bad, but because it had me so turned on I was
    ready to pull over and fuck one of them right there on the side of the road.
    Five minutes later I pulled into the Walmart parking lot.

    "We're

    here!" I called.

    "Oh

    good." Em said pulling her bottoms on and putting the wrap back around her
    hips. We all got out and headed into the store. I could still smell the sex on
    Emily's hands, even at a few feet away. The girls looked through the women's
    section for a nice swim suit and decided on three to try on. They headed to the
    dressing rooms with me in tow. It took only a short time for her to come out in
    the tiny bikini that Emily picked. She looked pretty hot in it, but she didn't
    feel comfortable. The second one was a modest one piece, but it was clear that
    she didn't like the fit. More likely she didn't like the lack of any way to
    flash me. The third however was different.

    "I

    can't come out in this!" She called to Emily from the curtained booth.

    "Why

    not?"

    "Because

    it shows too much!"

    "Why

    don't you come out and let Mr. Mike see it."

    "I

    can't!" She said as Emily walked down the isle of dressing rooms. She came
    to the one with Linda in it and pulled the curtain aside. One rule about
    women's bathing suits is that you have to keep your underwear on. Now I
    understood why she went back into the tent to change. When Emily pulled her out
    of the dressing room for me to see, she was covered in three tiny triangles of
    cloth. Two covered her nipples, but certainly not much of her tits other than
    that. The third was a tiny piece between her legs. It was so small that it
    didn't even cover the tiny thong panty that she had on, and that didn't even
    cover all her pussy hair. She turned around and other than a few strings she
    looked naked, and she looked damn hot. No, there was no way she would wear that
    around anyone in public, but damn she looked hot. She finished turning around
    and then darted back into the changing room.

    "I'll

    go find another." Em said as she walked past me, winking at me as she headed
    toward the swimwear. She exchanged two of the items she had for two more with
    the attendant and then joined me. "You should like this one.&qu

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  • Adventures of Big Mike: Part 1
    Adventures of Big Mike: Family Friends
    A Trolling treat

    Based on a post by m_storyman_x.

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    June 2014

    .As a Missouri outdoorsman, Nancy and I stay very involved

    in our community.

    Linda and my Nancy had been best friends since out kids were

    born over twenty years ago. She was still a very good looking woman, but I
    never saw much of it because she wore fairly conservative clothing and such.
    Now that her daughter was living in the house with the new grandbaby, she
    didn't get much privacy.

    Since her husband was a deadbeat and not around much, I

    suspected that the only sex she ever got was at her own hand. We never talked
    about it of course, but I often wondered what she thought of me. I liked to
    think that some of the subtle things she did over the years indicated she was
    attracted to me.

    Now she lives out in the sticks on a small lake, well away

    from any neighbors. On one occasion I was headed out to fish on the lake,
    having a standing invitation, and a day off. She was mowing the lawn when I
    drove up, wearing a one piece swim suit because it was so hot out. She didn't
    need to be concerned about passersby or anything since their driveway was
    easily a quarter of a mile long through thick woods, making their house and
    yard well hidden from the main road.

    As I drove up it was clear that the strapless top of her

    suit had ridden down considerably from the bouncing of her c cup breasts,
    exposing the entire top of her breasts, just barely hanging on by her nipples.
    It looked like one more bounce and they would both be on full display. She
    looked as shocked to see me drive up as I was to see her home mowing the lawn.

    I drove by her on the driveway as she mowed along it, her

    eyes looking at mine and my eyes looking at all the skin on display. I
    continued down the drive and parked by the lake to put my little boat in. She
    came down to see me only after she had gone in the house for several minutes,
    returning with a button down shirt pulled on over her suit and her faced
    flushed.

    We chatted amiably while I got the boat ready and then she

    returned to her mowing while I went out fishing. I couldn't help but watch her
    mow as I worked along the shoreline. I noticed her look at me several times
    when she didn't think I was watching.

    A few months later I was back out again, having changed

    where I put the boat into the water, now putting it in down by the dam, partly
    so I didn't disturb her again like I had. It was a hot Saturday, but as evening
    approached it was starting to cool down into the low eighties. The sun was just
    touching the tops of the trees as I slowly and silently worked along the weed
    bank on the west side of the lake where the shadows had started growing first.

    The woods started right at the shoreline and marched

    unbroken away from the shore for hundreds of yards. The cat tails had a good
    year, and were easily seven feet tall. I eased my plastic boat silently as I
    could along the weeds, a few feet at a time, flipping a floating rubber worm
    into the tiny gaps in the weeds. There was a cut in the shoreline that I moved
    into. I tossed my worm into a gap and got hung.

    It happens, but it's frustrating. It generally ruins the

    spot for more fishing, but I move silently in anyway. I was right into the edge
    of the weeds when I first heard it, a gentle moan. I pulled the boat in tighter
    and looked through the weeds. What I saw was startling.

    Lying on a folding lounge chair in a small clearing of the

    brush and weeds was Linda. She was completely naked, her swimsuit laying on the
    end of the lounge, one of her hands busy squeezing her breasts and nipples and
    the other franticly rubbing her pussy in circles. It was the second time I had
    seen her naked, but this time I was getting a much longer look.

    I couldn't tear my eyes from her, my dick getting harder by

    the second. She was oblivious to the fact that I was there, and I didn't want
    to spoil things between us, so I stayed were I was, not able to move away and
    not wanting to get closer. I was so close to her that I could smell her aroma,
    my dick responding inside my shorts.

    I quietly used one hand to undo my shorts and pulled them

    apart, freeing my dick and silently glad I didn't wear underwear because of the
    heat. I slowly stroked my rock hard while watching Linda work on her pussy, her
    flowery lips wet with her moisture and spread wide so I could easily see the
    entrance to her velvety tunnel. I was tremendously turned on at this point,
    stroking my dick faster as her moans became more animated.

    At this point I should have backed off and respected her

    privacy. If I had been thinking with my brain instead of my dick, that's what I
    would have done, instead I leaned forward to get a better look.

    In my mind's eye I watched myself lose balance and start

    falling forward. The next thing I remember is standing up in thigh deep water,
    my shorts floating around my legs, leaving me naked from the thighs up.

    Linda also saw me at this point, one hand going across her

    breasts and the other covering her pussy. My boat was floating away, leaving me
    little choice but wade out of the water to the shore so I could gather myself
    together. I stepped through the tall weeds to the shore, water streaming from
    my body and wet clothes while Linda tried to cover herself by spreading her
    swimsuit across her body.

    She froze in mid motion, partly recognizing who was standing

    there watching her, and also processing the fact that my soaked shorts were now
    around my ankles and my hard dick was sticking out like a flagpole, pointing at
    her. We stood there watching each other for what seemed like hours, but I am
    sure was only a few seconds. Slowly she allowed her hands to drop from covering
    her body and pull the material of her swimsuit off to the side. She was sitting
    on the chair, completely naked, and intentionally exposing herself to me.

    I pulled my wet shirt off and tossed it aside, allowing her

    to see as much of my body as she was allowing me to see of hers. I wrapped my
    hand around my dick and stroked it slowly, aiming it at her while she spread her
    legs and moved a hand back to her clit, starting to gently stroke it again. I
    stepped out of my wet shorts and moved slowly to the chair she was sitting on.
    She lay back down on the chair, putting her feet on the seat and spreading her
    knees as wide as she could.

    I watched her fingers disappear in and out of her pussy,

    moisture glistening on them as they made gently squishing noises. We hadn't
    said a word to each other yet, and I was afraid to. I moved until I was
    standing over the end of the chair, my hand still sliding slowly on my dick.

    I'm not sure either of us really thought about what was

    happening, it was strictly lust. She lifted her legs from the chair and spread
    them wide, hooking her heels around my ass and pulling me down toward her. When
    I was within her reach she put her hand around mine and slowly guided me lower,
    aiming my dick at her pussy. It was almost electric when the head of my dick
    touched the moist lips of her pussy. She pulled until I was sitting on the
    chair, my dick slowly sinking into her.

    I groaned quietly as her velvety softness enveloped me,

    pulling herself down my dick by drawing her body closer to mine with her legs.

    "Yes!" she hissed quietly as her pubic hair mixed

    with mine. I moved one hand to her right tit and my other to her pussy, were I
    pressed her exposed clit with my thumb. "UH" she grunted quietly as
    she began to undulate her hips, working herself up and down my dick a few
    inches. "Oh god" she breathed as her actions increased in pace.

    For my own part I couldn't just sit there. I had dreamt of

    screwing her for years, and now I had my dick buried inside her pussy. That
    combined with the exquisite sensations encouraged me to move in time with her,
    helping pump my dick in and out of her tight sweet pussy.

    Between us we were stroking ourselves to the point where my

    dick was almost sliding out of her pussy before we started pressing back
    together again. I felt her pussy contract and squeeze my dick as she arched her
    back, throwing her head back and groaning.

    She let go of my ass and spread her legs in a wide V to give

    me more access to her pussy. I moved my hands from her breast and pussy and
    used them on the chair to lift myself off the chair slightly, and then started
    stroking in and out of her with more energy.

    She moaned and began squeezing her tits as I pounded into

    her, our bodies slapping together quietly. I was getting very close, and I
    didn't know if she was on the pill anymore or not.

    When I felt like was about to blow, I pulled from her wet pussy

    and pressed the bottom of my dick against her pussy lips and continued to
    stroke using the tunnel made by my hand on top and her pussy on the bottom. She
    moved one hand to mine and replaced it with hers. My dick now was stroking in
    and out of the tunnel created by her pussy lips and her hand, my head poking
    out at the end of each stroke. The change in sensation slowed my climax a
    little, but looking at her tits wiggling around with each stroke was enough to
    push me over the top.

    I pressed my balls tight to her pussy and began spewing a

    huge load of cum all over her body, shot after shot spraying across her tits
    and stomach. She wrapped her hand around my dick and stroked the final shots of
    cum from me, using her other hand to begin rubbing the juice into her body.

    It took several minutes to get my breath back, both of us

    sitting and looking at each other, the lust of the moment changing to
    recognition of what had occurred. She lifted herself up using the arms of the
    chair and pulled the back up so she was sitting reclined instead of lying.

    "Linda..." I started. But she reached out and put

    a finger over my lips and shook her head. She wasn't frowning, but she wasn't
    smiling either. We sat there until my dick had softened to its normal size, her
    legs once again wrapped around me. I moved to get up, but she tightened her
    grip, encouraging me to stay where I was.

    We sat and looked at each other, taking in all the details

    of each other's bodies as the darkness fell leaving only the light of the moon
    illuminating the lake ,woods and us.

    Linda finally unwraped her legs and sat up, pulling me close

    to her, pressing her tits to my chest as she brought her lips to mine. She
    kissed me seductively, her tongue invading my mouth as she pulled my face
    toward hers. We kissed that way for several minutes before she slowly broke the
    kiss and moved to stand up. She allowed me to kiss her breasts, which were at
    my face level because she was short, only being five foot three, before
    stepping over the chair and away from me.

    She bent over and picked up her swimsuit, and then turned

    away from me and bent over again, slowly pulling the suit up her legs while
    giving me as much of a view of her exposed pussy as she could in the dim light.

    Once she had her suit covering her butt, she turned to face

    me and pulled it up over her tits. She stepped into a pair of flip-flops, blew
    me a kiss and then walked off into the dark.

    I collected my thoughts and then found my shorts and shirt

    and pulled them on. I saw my boat floating half way across the lake and waded
    in, swimming out to it. Getting in was tough, but I managed by climbing up and
    over the outboard on the back. I had to explain to my wife why I was wet, and
    just told her I slipped in the water loading the boat on the trailer.

    Since that time Linda and I have never spoken of it. I'm

    sure she thinks of it on occasion, based on the brief flashes of tit or pussy
    that I occasionally get from her when she is sure I am the only one that can
    see. But it has never been spoken of, and probably never will. In the last two
    years I had hoped for a replay, but that appeared to be out of the question,
    until last week, but that is another story.

    Emily’s Dairy

    Emily’s milk factory has surplus issues.

    I had known Emily since she was a baby. I watched her grow

    from a young child to an exuberant teen and finally to a very sexy young adult.
    Yes she was half my age, and to be honest, when she was an 18-year-old gymnast,
    there were times that I had less than wholesome thoughts about her, but as
    every father thinking things like that about their kid's friends, I kept them
    well to myself. I suspect that as she grew into her early twenties, those full
    body hugs she gave me, the ones where she couldn't seem help but press her hips
    tight to mine, were an indication that she had picked up on those hidden
    desires.

    Over the years I watched her grow, and yes, fill out, till

    she was quite a sexy looking young woman. At only five thee, and barely over a
    hundred pounds, she was extremely petite, but her chest had filled out into
    full C cup. A fact which I was frequently reminded of as she continued to give
    me full body hugs every time we met. If that meeting was alone, those hugs
    seemed to last much longer and I often wondered if it was my imagination that
    she hugged tighter or that she ground her hips into my quickly growing hardon.

    One thing I was sure of, was that those alone hugs were more

    than long enough for her to feel that hardon pressing against her body. The
    hardon caused by the tingles sent through my body by her obviously hard
    nipples. I pulled her as tight to me as she did, not wanting to miss a moment,
    and at the same time, not wanting her to realize just how much desire there was
    to undress her and explore her petite body with my lips. Another thing that I
    was never quite sure of, was how many of the couple dozen "flashes"
    that I received in the last few years were accidental. There were times that I
    swore they had to be intentional. Coming out after a shower without a towel
    while I was working on something to help her mom, or a bikini top
    "slipping" out of place. I got more flashes of her body than I could
    actually chalk up to accidental events.

    Now that she is married and starting her family, those hugs

    are a thing of the past. I still got hugs, but now those hugs were from the
    side, pressing her substantially larger milk filled tits into my side instead
    of into my chest. Not that it made my dick any less hard, I mean I kind of have
    a thing for sexy milk filled tits, and hers definitely fell in that category.
    But Em was my wife's best friend's daughter, my daughter's good friend, and my
    son's best friend's sister. With all that in the way there was no way I was
    going to even hint at what was in my mind, not to mention the significant age
    difference.

    So over the years I let the desire stay hidden away, but

    still always there. This day though, those desires bubbled toward the surface
    as both she and I attended a float trip including all of our direct and
    extended families.

    Em showed up in a very skimpy black string bikini, her body

    looking incredible considering that it had been less than a year since she had
    given birth. I presumed that the bikini was to show off just how well toned and
    shaped she had gotten her body back into. I know that I certainly appreciated
    her showing off all her curves, including her breasts which wiggled so
    enticingly in the barely adequate black top. Throughout the day I did my best
    to keep my cock down while also trying to peak at what she was showing.

    I assumed it was my imagination, but it seemed to me that

    her breasts were actually growing as the day progressed. Either that or the
    black triangles of material covering part of them and attempting to hold them
    in place were shrinking. By the time we got off the river for the day and the
    tents set up there was no doubt what was going on. I felt almost stupid at not
    having thought about it before. She hadn't brought her daughter, leaving her
    with grandma, who didn't want to come canoeing, and her breasts were quite
    literally brimming with milk. The wet spots on the front of the triangles of
    cloth were the clear indication that finally brought it to mind. I watched her
    walk off toward the bathrooms wearing her tiny black top and a pair of satin
    looking workout shorts as I headed to where the cook grills were being lit.

    After hanging around the grills for a while, I headed to the

    bathrooms to take care of my own relief, wondering if it was going to be
    private enough to get the other kind of relief I needed or if I was going to
    have to slip off into the woods that were just behind the bathrooms.

    As it turned out, they were not at all private enough for

    what I needed to take care of, and was exiting the bathrooms to duck into the
    tree line for a few moments to relieve the load that had been building all day.
    With my mind already intent on that action, I guess I wasn't paying attention
    and nearly walked into Em as she came out of the ladies side.

    "Oh shit. Sorry Em!" I muttered, stopping just

    short of bumping into her.

    "Not a problem Mister C." She replied with a smile

    on her face, using the same name for me she most of her life. "Where were
    you headed?"

    "Uh.... Back to the camp site." I answered, my

    mind not fully engaged yet.

    "The sites are back that way." She said with a

    crooked grin forming on her face. She leaned closer and whispered to me,
    "Looks to me like you were going someplace else."

    "Huh? Why would you say that?" I asked, startled

    that not only was it obvious to her, but she was being brazen enough to say so.

    "Oh, just a hunch." She said as she took hold of

    the waist band of my swim suit and pulled on it, stepping backwards to lead me
    around the corner of the bathrooms toward the back side. She held her finger to
    her lips and guided me quietly to the more secluded side. "You know. I
    have a really hard time expressing enough milk so my breasts don't hurt when I
    don't have baby around. Would you mind helping me?" She whispered as she
    reached behind her neck and untied the string holding the top up. The two black
    triangles of material fell away from her body, catching with the loop around
    her back and hanging at her waist, her full round breasts more fully on display
    for me than I had ever seen before.

    I really couldn't help myself, my hands took on a life of

    their own as they reached out and cupped each magnificent breast, my thumbs
    rubbing back and forth across each erect nipple, making them dimple her dark
    areola as they bent to and fro.

    "ohhhh god." She whispered as her hands fumbled

    with the knot on the string holding my swim suit around me. "I have wanted
    you to touch me like this for so long."

    I gave her no answer as I stepped slightly to her side and

    leaned my head down to gently kiss one nipple while stroking the other. My tongue
    could taste the milk seeping from it, warm and almost sweet. I closed my lips
    around the tip of her breast and gently sucked her nipple into my mouth,
    suddenly receiving more of the warm treasure along with a gentle moan from her
    lips. Her hands pushed my swim suit off my butt, allowing it to slide down my
    legs until I was naked from the ankles up.

    Her hands found my hard cock and wrapped around it, stroking

    it long and slow, rubbing the precum that was already leaking from it into the
    whole shaft. My own hands began roaming again, the one that had slipped around
    her back sliding down into the back of her shorts, pushing them part way down
    in the process, and the one caressing her other breast, slipping down her firm
    stomach and into the front of her shorts. Her hands left my cock long enough to
    push her shorts down, allowing my hands to now roam freely across her firm
    round ass and her shaved mound.

    Her hands went back to my rock hard shaft as one of my left

    hand worked between her legs from behind, my finger stroking between he

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  • Portmanteau – A New York State of Mind: Part 1
     Portmanteau – A New York State of Mind: Part 1The Wicked Game of vulnerabilities. How Grant found lasting love with Beth.

    Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Author’s note: This is the first installment in the anthology series entitled ‘Portmanteau.’ Each vignette of Portmanteau is a 3-part series. A collection of three stand-alone erotic short stories, all loosely associated with each other.

    Grant had settled into his freshman year at college rather well. He was away from home for the first time and excited about his future. College life gave him the freedom to have fun and, most of all, the opportunity to finally lose his virginity.

    At eighteen years old, there was nothing wrong with Grant. He was handsome, athletic, and outgoing. He never intended to hold onto his virginity this long, but his only girlfriend to this point had been an Apostolic Christian bent on keeping herself pure for a future husband. Their relationship ended over a year ago, and Grant was no closer to getting laid.

    Grant's roommate was Barry Weckenstein, a fun-loving character with the gift of charm and seduction. Barry was a ladies' man who seemed to find a different girl to bring back to their dorm room each weekend night. Grant often returned to his room to find a sock on the doorknob, code for girl in the room.

    Just once, he wanted to be the one in the room with the girl instead of looking for a couch in the lounge to spend the night. Despite Barry's domination of the room situation, Grant liked the guy.

    It was homecoming weekend, a huge event on campus with families in town for the game. Grant's parents could not make the weekend which was great because it meant not having to escort them around. Barry, on the other hand, had his parents coming to visit. The two freshmen were discussing weekend plans when in walked the Weckensteins.

    Barry's dad, Judge Weckenstein, was a handsome man in his mid-forties. A few seconds with him, and you knew where Barry got his charm.

    A moment later, Mrs. Weckenstein quietly entered. She was a beautiful woman also in her mid-forties. Her level of sophistication was evident in the knee-length black single-breasted jacket dress from Bergdorf's she wore with sophisticated elegance. The sleek A-line silhouette let anyone in sight know this woman had a keen sense of fashion. Despite her alluring eye-catching style, she was quiet, reserved, and conservative.

    Mrs. Weckenstein hugged Barry and then shook hands with Grant. Her deep blue eyes punctuated her smile. It was hard to believe this stunning woman was Barry's mother.

    The Weckensteins insisted Grant join them and Barry at dinner. Since it meant a free meal Grant agreed.

    Dinner was at the top local restaurant, and despite Grant and Barry being underage, the Judge was able to get them cocktails.

    The Judge recounted courtroom stories while Mrs. Weckenstein remained quiet. Despite her calm disposition, Grant could swear she kept looking at him, almost sizing him up, then realized it was probably the top-shelf cocktails talking and not her eyes.

    Grant felt bad for Mrs. Weckenstein as the Judge controlled her every move. He ordered her food and made it abundantly clear she was his property.

    "May I be excused? I need to powder my nose," Mrs. Weckenstein asked of the Judge.

    "Make it quick. We have the Chancellor's reception to get to," he curtly replied, then returned to his story as she rose to leave.

    "Boys, these are your best years. These are the days of no apologies, of taking what you want. You see an opportunity; you grab it. Take. Don't ask permission. It's still a man's world, don't let any woman ever tell you differently."

    After dinner, the Weckensteins left to attend the fundraiser. Barry invited Grant to join him at a pregame fraternity kegger.

    "I'm taking Beth Lewis to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight," Grant replied.

    "Beth from the second floor? She seems like a wild one. Go for it!" Barry chided.

    Arriving at his room, Grant realized he had a few hours before the midnight show. The cocktails at dinner had his head spinning, so perhaps a quick nap. Shedding his shirt and pants, he crawled into his twin bed in just his whitey tighties, set his alarm for 3 hours, and curled up to sleep.

    Maybe he was asleep for hours, or perhaps it was just minutes when a soft knocking at his door woke him up. Stumbling across the room, he opened the door to see Mrs. Weckenstein with a bottle of liquor stolen from the Chancellor's reception.

    "Party was boring, so I left," she declared as she barged in.

    Grant looked down the hallway to see if anyone had seen her enter, then closed the door with her inside. "Barry's still out; library, I think. He's got a study group." Grant improvised. "Where's Mr. Weckenstein? The Judge?"

    "He went back to the hotel to make some calls. Me, I'm not ready to go back. Shit, I'm back at a college on a weekend night, and I want to do it right. I went to school here. Lost my virginity in the frat house across the street."

    She sat on Grant's bed, leaned back, and lit a cigarette.

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  • Quaranteam, Hebridean Hame: Part  2
    Quaranteam, Hebridean Hame: Part  2

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    Emma was curled up on one of the oversized chairs, with Skye

    beside her. She was watching a rerun of a cooking show and wasn't too bothered
    by the conversation interrupting her viewing. The three of them chatted for a
    bit about Christmas plans. Emma had been thinking about food for that day and
    was in favor of trying to trade one of the local farmers some fresh venison for
    a goose, if any had such a thing. That would mean Callum getting one of Rory's
    hunting rifles out and taking one of the local deer, something he could do, but
    something he had never been very keen on. Which led to a discussion on hunting
    versus foraging.

    The talking made them thirsty, which led to Callum fetching

    some drinks from the well-stocked alcohol cabinet. Red wine for Mira, a
    straight single malt with ice for Emma, and he had chosen a Calvados, a French
    apple brandy, mixed with apple juice. Callum quickly checked via an instant
    message to Alison whether she wanted anything, but she declined.

    The three of them nursed their drinks, continuing to chat,

    before Mira decided to head upstairs and write down her initial plans before
    she went to bed. Goodnights were said, and Mira went off with more of a spring
    in her step.

    Callum sat in his usual place on one of the comfortable

    couches, surrounded by more cushions than anyone could ever need. He
    half-listened to the TV, sipping his drink and hearing Mira ascend the stairs
    to her room. Emma had excused herself for a moment, leaving him with the
    crackle of the fire and the Geordie chatter of two men cooking in an orchard
    somewhere, he could tell it was something filmed pre-covid by the way people
    stood near each other.

    He jumped slightly when Emma unexpectedly placed a hand on

    his shoulder from behind, trailing it along the top of his spine as her fingers
    dipped under the rear neckline of his t-shirt, and over his other shoulder as
    she walked behind him. He suddenly felt goosebumps running down his arms. He
    hadn't heard her come back into the room.

    Callum raised an eyebrow as he watched Emma move around the

    other end of the couch, emerging from the shadow into the low light given off
    by the television and embers of the much-reduced log fire. His breath caught in
    his chest as he saw that she'd changed her clothes since she left.

    She sat beside him, both legs curled under her, so her knees

    were pressed together and almost touching his thigh. Somehow, she seemed to be
    able to make this simple action seem sensual. This position highlighted how
    short her nightdress was, as it revealed her thighs and a scandalous amount of
    her bare hip. In her usual elegant way, she rested an elbow on the back of the
    couch before resting her chin on her hand. Her other hand causally traced from
    her neckline down her torso, attempting to draw his attention before pulling at
    the bottom of the nightdress to remain at least slightly modest. This caused
    the material to pull tight across her tits, which bounced slightly at the
    movement, showing she wore no bra.

    Callum watched her from almost the corner of his eye, not

    wanting to give her the satisfaction of showing his interest by observing her
    directly. He tutted and shook his head in a faux annoyed manner as she settled
    beside him. Turning towards her, he kept his eyes on hers as he took another
    sip of his drink. This wasn't the first such approach Emma had made. However,
    it may have been the most obvious one. When they were watching TV earlier,
    she'd been wearing a loose woolen jumper and jogger bottoms. Now, however, she
    wore a dark-colored low-cut silky nightdress, its thin straps barely remaining
    on her shoulders. The material clung tightly to her curves, especially given
    her current arrangement on the couch. Her legs were bare, besides a pair of
    slipper socks she usually wore around the lodge. The nightdress was just long
    enough that it had covered halfway to her knees while she stood but was now a
    little higher due to her seated position. There was a slight slit in the side
    at the hem, making it slightly more risqué and showing a little of her hip, and
    showing no sign of any underwear.

    She smiled at his antics with a similarly exaggerated look

    of innocence, her free hand making a 'who me?' gesture, before responding
    quietly, almost whispering "What?"

    Callum did his level best to keep his eyes on her face, but

    failed repeatedly. He would be lying if he said he wasn't highly aroused.
    Despite his intentions, his eyes kept moving from hers down to her jawline, to
    her shapely neck and shoulders, to the swell of her tits outlined against the
    material, to the top of her ample cleavage, which was visible in the low light
    before descending into shadow.

    "Don't play coy, Em. We both know what you're doing.

    And we've been over this before." he found himself whispering, mimicking
    her lowered voice. And somehow, that made the interaction so much more
    intimate, which wasn't reducing his state of arousal any. "It's not a good
    idea and wouldn't be appropriate. I'm your boss, and we need to keep things
    professional."

    Emma tilted her head slightly and looked at him with what

    could be considered something between a smirk and a smile. She could see his eyes
    wander over her while he told her he wasn't interested.

    "It's okay, I understand," she whispered back.

    "You've been very clear about boundaries. I wouldn't force you to do
    anything that would make you; uncomfortable." Emma reached out and placed
    her hand on his lower arm, his goosebumps reappearing as her warm touch met his
    bare skin. "But I want you to understand that I'm attracted to you. So
    that things are crystal clear."

    Callum began to respond, but Emma continued, raising her

    palm towards him in a 'stop' motion and hurrying not to let him interrupt.

    "And no, it's not just because you're the only male

    here. I've always been open about my sexuality. Girls, boys, whatever. But you
    all just jumped to the conclusion I'm some sort of nympho. I'll admit I am a
    very physical person, but I used to struggle with feeling enough of a
    connection to enjoy sex. Then I realized I'm what's called demi sexual. I need
    to have a mental connection, an emotional connection before I feel any sexual
    interest or attraction to a person. It's not like I can't tell when someone is
    physically attractive, but my emotional relationship with them matters more to
    me than how they might look." She paused, watching him to see if he
    understood. Callum nodded at the unspoken question. Emma continued "What
    you did tonight for Mira just made my heart ache. She needed something to give
    her a bit of hope. Something to look forward to and help her feel secure. And
    you gave her that. Seeing how brightly she smiled while we were making plans was
    amazing. I know we are friends, and you've made it clear things can't really go
    beyond that. But that emotional connection we have, it's special to me. You're
    a good man, Callum Scott. I really, really appreciate that."

    Callum could see that Emma was attempting to express the

    intensity of her emotions and to do so seriously, but this heart-to-heart
    discussion seemed at odds with her current attire.

    "I'm not good at receiving compliments but thank

    you." He whispered after a moment of silence between them. "But I'm
    confused what being a good man has to do with; " he gestured, indicating
    her current lack of clothing.

    She grinned cheekily at that. "Oh, good men deserve to

    be rewarded."

    With that, she quickly shifted, rising onto her knees and

    swinging one leg over his. She straddled his lap, facing him, sitting slightly
    taller than him, given their positioning, as she knelt over his lap without
    touching it. Her arms went over his shoulders. Callum's hands automatically
    moved to hold her, more from surprise than any conscious thought.

    "What are you doing?" he gasped, slightly louder

    than a whisper this time. His shock showed on his face. Fear began to bubble up
    within him.

    Emma giggled slightly, bringing a finger to her lips in a

    'be quiet' gesture. Upstairs, a door closed, and footsteps could be heard. They
    froze until they heard another upstairs door open and close, and the footsteps
    receded. There was a patter of feet on the stairs, but too quick to be Alison
    or Mira. As they waited in silence, Callum looked up at Emma. She returned his
    gaze and bit the corner of her lip; he realized that his hands were resting on
    bare, soft skin at the top of her thighs, somewhere around her hips. He could
    feel her smooth, and warm under his fingers. He also realized that he'd made no
    attempt to push her away, though nothing was stopping him from doing so.

    Piper trotted into the room, finding a space in front of the

    fire and flopping down. Her tail slowly wagged as she noticed who was in the
    room, but only briefly before she returned to whatever nap had been disturbed
    upstairs.

    "I told you," Emma whispered, answering his

    earlier question as if they had not been interrupted. "You deserve a
    reward." She giggled before continuing. "I wanted to thank you for
    being such a good man for us." Her finger moved to his lips again,
    silencing his concern. "Don't worry, this isn't sex. I just wanted to give
    you something to think about; "

    As she spoke, she slowly closed the distance, her chest

    pressing against his through their clothing. Inch by inch, she moved her lips
    closer to his. Her eyes were on him, but she kept glancing down at his mouth,
    making her intentions clear. She drew closer and closer as if waiting for him
    to pull away or tell her to stop.

    Callum could see what was about to happen and had frozen in

    place. One part of his mind was overcome by fear going back to false
    accusations and all the pain and trauma that had been caused to him by someone
    he'd trusted and loved. The same feeling he had earlier with Mira welling up
    again. Panic, a need to remove himself from the situation.

    But the other part, lonely and missing physical contact,

    driven by his physical attraction to this woman, desperately wanted to move and
    meet the kiss. His mind raced, trying to decide whether to stay or flee. His
    heart rate increased, and the same clammy feeling covered his skin. However, he
    remained where he was, stunned by indecision and the maelstrom of contrary
    wants and needs he felt.

    Emma's warm, soft lips found his while Callum's inner

    conflict raged.

    The kiss was everything a first kiss with a new person

    should be. Slow and sensual. Tentative, gentle and cautious at first. For those
    first few minutes it was very much Emma kissing him, her being the instigator.
    But quickly, without making any conscious decision, Callum reciprocated. Their
    noses brushed together as the kiss gained heat and speed. Callum was amazed at
    how her lips could feel so soft yet demanding on his. It had been years since
    he'd been kissed with so much passion. He could faintly taste mint from the
    cheesecake and the warmer notes of the whisky she'd drunk earlier. He could
    smell the tropical scents of her body wash along with hints of whichever
    seasonings she'd used earlier. Her forearms were both on his shoulders, one of
    her hands on the top of his spine, the other moving into his hair, her nails
    gently caressing his scalp.

    All the while they kissed with growing intensity.

    The swirl of thoughts plaguing Callum a moment ago had gone,

    replaced with nothing but the kiss.

    Emma pressed her chest against his, and he felt her lower

    herself fully onto his lap. This movement brought her mouth to a similar level
    as his. Undoubtedly, she would be able to feel his erection pressed against his
    trousers, and against her, but she made no attempt to pull away. His hands slid
    around her hips, holding the top of her buttocks as he pulled her gently
    against him.

    The kiss broke apart for a second, both seeking air. Her

    mouth hovered just in front of his, so close he could feel her breath against
    his skin. Their eyes remained locked on each other. Almost involuntarily, he
    moved his mouth closer to hers, seeking that connection again.

    She smirked slightly and pulled away a little, not letting

    him connect. "What are you doing?" she whispered, mocking his earlier
    question to her with a fake frown.

    He lifted his hips while pulling her tightly against him,

    causing her to gasp and bringing her mouth within his reach. There was a brief
    kiss as their mouths connected before she pulled away again, teasing him.

    She giggled quietly, rubbing her nose against his and

    pulling away from his attempts to kiss her. Eventually, his lips found hers.
    This time, Callum took the lead, starting slowly with that same initial
    tenderness, but grazing her bottom lip with his teeth lightly. Again, the level
    of passion ramped up quickly.

    He almost groaned when she started moving her hips against

    his lap.

    While he was pressed back into the sofa, their kissing

    beginning to introduce tongues to each other's lips and mouths, she moved her
    fingers lightly down over his arms until they found his hands.

    Not breaking the kiss, she firmly guided his hands out from

    under her clothing. Before he could worry that he had gone too far, she guided
    his hands upwards over her body. The delicate nightdress's smooth, silky
    material allowed his touch to glide effortlessly over her body while pulling
    the material up slightly. His hands caressed her hips and the sides of her
    tummy, before eventually reaching the soft swell of her large tits. He couldn't
    help but let out a low moan of appreciation as he felt her hard nipples through
    the fabric, firm against his palm. She continued to coach and guide his hands
    while they continued their kissing. Covering his hands with her own, she
    encouraged him to squeeze and knead her tits. She moaned quietly into the kiss
    as he began to massage gently but with growing intensity, paying attention to
    her nipples alternately on his palms and under his thumbs. One of her shoulder
    straps had slid off her shoulder through all her squirming against his lap. The
    movement exposed more of her cleavage, bunching up the silky material around
    his questing fingers.

    Callum could feel her grinding against his cock through his

    trousers. The bottom of the nightdress had become bunched up enough for him to
    catch glimpses of her well-groomed pubic hair pressing down against him between
    kisses. He found himself raising his hips against her, matching her tempo,
    causing another low moan to escape from her into his mouth. One of her hands
    moved to the side of his neck, cradling his jaw, holding him but using the
    leverage to push her hips harder against him.

    With the need for gasps of air increasing, Callum let out

    what could only be described as a low growl of arousal and frustration. His
    mouth moved to her jawline, down her shapely neck, and onto her shoulders,
    kissing where her neck and shoulders met, along her collarbone. She sighed as
    the softness of his mouth was balanced by a firm tweak of her nipple. Her other
    hand now moved to grab his shoulder as she ground her pussy against his crotch,
    rocking her hips to maximize her contact with him, her movement growing a
    little more frantic. His hand left her tit briefly, letting the bunched fabric
    drop, the shoulder strap falling fully down to her elbow, exposing one of her
    double-D tits entirely as it hung naturally, swaying as she moved. Greedily,
    his mouth moved towards her nipple, his hand cupping her flesh to bring it to
    his mouth, licking it hard before moving his lips over it and the skin around
    it with varying intensity, sucking gently.

    She shuddered, pushing his mouth away from her breast,

    grabbing his chin aggressively as she tilted his head up, kissing him hard
    again, pushing him back against the couch with the movement. Her movement
    against his erection became even more determined, making the couch springs
    squeak quietly. His hand now held her bare breast, squeezing and running his
    thumb over her nipple, and letting it sway against his palm so that her tit
    gently slapped against it.

    She shuddered against him again, letting out a deep moan;

    but then suddenly broke away from him, pushing her upper body back from his.
    She lifted her hips from his crotch, their lips the last part of them to
    separate.

    Panting, one of her hands went to steady herself on the arm

    of the couch while the other grabbed the cushion behind his shoulder. She
    seemed less confident and more unfocused at that moment. Gasping, shivering,
    too loudly she uttered "Fuck; " before covering her mouth briefly in
    shock at her volume and continuing much more quietly.

    "Fuck. Ok. Okay. Oh kay. Fuck." She shivered

    again. Her hand went between her legs as she closed her eyes briefly. Not
    moving but holding herself over the nightdress.

    Her whispered voice while she caught her breath sounded

    huskier than earlier.

    "I think; I think that's reward enough. If we don't

    stop now, if we don't stop right now, I don't think I'll be able to; I was
    about to; That was; Fuck."

    Callum looked down at the dark-haired goddess kneeling over

    his lap. His lips tingled, already missing hers. He could feel his erection
    throbbing, having not received anywhere near as much stimulation from her
    movements as she had.

    He was breathing hard, and he could feel his heart racing.

    His previously scattered thoughts quickly began to return, his mind going a
    thousand miles an hour. His feelings of lust, his need to feel this woman
    properly on top of him, to be inside her.

    But also present was that feeling of deep-set fear and

    shame. That feeling of panic, silenced by their physical contact, came back now
    with a vengeance.

    What had he done? Why did he let it go so far? How could he

    leave himself exposed like this? What if she claimed it wasn't consensual? That
    he had forced her. Claimed he abused his position. Claimed he threatened her;

    They remained together on the couch, but neither moved other

    than breathing. Both were silent in that moment. Emma felt warm and hopeful,
    looking down at him with obvious affection.

    While Callum, who felt his emotions running increasingly out

    of control, a growing anger at himself, and fear for what came next, struggled
    to look her in the eye.

    The only sound in the room was the murmur of the TV and

    their breathing.

    He felt like he couldn't catch his breath and could hear his

    pulse beating in his ears. He was suddenly dizzy, his fingers tingling as the
    feeling of having no control over the situation, over anything at all,
    escalated. He felt nauseated, desperate to throw Emma off him but aware that
    might make things worse.

    Emma, still straddling him, noticed that Callum's breathing

    hadn't slowed, that his hands had dropped from her and that he would no longer
    meet her eye. Her hopeful feeling turned into a sinking one.

    She quickly swung back into her previous position beside him

    on the couch, hastily rearranging her clothing. Callum remained silent, his
    eyes anywhere but on her. She watched him closely, with the same concern as
    Mira had earlier. Maintaining the whisper, she asked with genuine concern,
    "Callum, what's wrong?"

    Silence, just his rapid breathing. She placed her hand back

    on his arm.

    "Callum, look at me, talk to me. What's going on?

    What's wrong?"

    "Nothing," came the flat reply. "Nothing's

    wrong. I've; I need to go. It'll be pitch black out there by now." He
    began to get up, gently starting to pull his arm free from her touch.

    "Cal, I'm sorry if I went too far. I just wanted to

    kiss you and give you something to think about when you got home. As a thank
    you; I got a little carried away." She tightened her grip on his arm.
    "Look at me, Cal. I'm sorry, I went too far. I didn't mean to upset
    you." Her voice, while still low, was filled with concern and emotion.

    Callum had now stood fully, the dogs taking an interest as

    it seemed home time. He looked down at her hand on his arm, trying to slow his
    breathing, trying to take a moment and not hurt his friend, not make the
    situation worse. But desperate to flee. He deliberately tried to look at her
    rather than anywhere else but her. He took a few deep breaths, trying to be
    calm.

    "I'm; " Callum's throat tightened as soon as he

    uttered the word. The next word caught in his chest. The sudden press of heavy
    emotions blocked any progress, any attempt to express himself. The words he
    wanted to say could not come. Sorry. Angry. Panicking. Lost. Hurt. Hurting. All
    the possible endings to that sentence were choked off by the growing lump in
    his throat.

    Looking down at her s

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