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  • The College Swim Team: Part 3
    The College Swim Team: Part 3
    Ryan learns how to control his erections.

    Based on a post by AnonymousPerv.

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    When I arrived at practice the following morning, I

    had almost forgotten I'd invited Coach Bradley to it. I'd undressed
    in Dr. Wynn's office, as usual, and headed to the pool, expecting Dr.
    Wynn to be waiting for me near the pool. I was half right. Coach
    Bradley was also there. Of course, me, being me; well, I was already
    sporting an erection.

    "Hi," I said, approaching. "Dr. Wynn,

    I told Coach Bradley she could come today. I hope that's okay."

    "Of course, of course, we were just talking

    about you," said Tammy.

    "And your improvements," said Amanda. She

    was dressed in a tight t-shirt, a thick bra underneath, and a light
    jacket overlay, with sweats and comfort shoes below. Dr. Wynn always
    dressed more conservatively, as she was now, in a blouse and velvet
    skirt. Somehow, she made it work.

    Wanting to get started immediately, I pushed past

    them and said, "Well, I'm ready when you are, Coaches."

    I think I heard Amanda whispering to Tammy, "So

    he's always like that?" but I wasn't sure. Nevertheless, they
    were whispering to each other as I took position on the block. Tammy
    picked up the controller to the timer and set it off. I flew through
    the air, with a perfect, long dive.

    "One of your best launch times," said

    Tammy, as I came up for air. I paddled to the side of the pool, but
    got out quickly, again rushing past the two, minimizing the time they
    could see my embarrassing erection. On the third run, Tammy stopped
    me. "Come here, Ryan."

    I didn't mind the conversations I had with Tammy when

    we were worked alone, even with the boners, but adding a new girl to
    the mix made me nervous. For some reason, this only stiffened my rod
    more. Regardless, I knew better than to disobey Dr. Wynn's
    instructions. When I was just a couple feet from the both of them, I
    asked. "Yes?"

    Coach Bradley looked at me in the eyes. With her

    clothes on, it made it easier for me to reciprocate, unlike
    yesterday. "Ryan, I don't think your form could be better. Dr.
    Wynn has explained how you have improved your reaction times. It's
    brilliant." I smiled, nodding, but didn't know what else to add.
    "There is one thing, however, we do need to address. It's um;
    your; well, your sexual state."

    I started fidgeting, and the coach could see that her

    direct approach to my problem made me feel uncomfortable. I wished no
    one would mention it. As far as I was concerned, I couldn't do
    anything about it. "Ma'am, I don't mean to;"

    "Mr Feller, it's okay that you get erections.

    However, the frequency you get them, and length of time you maintain
    them, is alarming."

    'Damn, she isn't giving it to me lightly, is she?' I

    thought.

    "As I was discussing with Dr. Wynn, your

    erections are likely working against you; in the water, that is. If
    you could get it under control, you could probably decrease your
    times even more."

    "Yeah, I've thought about that," I mumbled.

    "Still, there's nothing I can do about it, Coach Bradley, and I
    am not trying to be belligerent or stupid or anything. It's just;
    well; it happens around girls when I'm naked. I can't keep my mind
    off it, and that only makes it worse." I trailed off with,
    "Especially with hot girls around me at practice now."

    Amanda and Tammy glanced at each other and then back

    to me. Finally, Coach Bradley said, "The reason we pulled that
    stunt yesterday, with all the girls practicing nude, was to get you
    accustomed to it, and to give you moral support. To get whatever you
    need out of your system, out of your system, but it appears your
    problem won't go away, even after doing that." I was sulking as
    she laid out the facts. "So Dr. Wynn and I have decided to try
    another approach."

    "Yes, Ryan," said Dr. Wynn. "The worst

    that can happen is nothing, but the best that could happen, is we
    resolve your problem."

    I looked at my raging cock, and then at them.

    "Believe me, I have tried everything."

    "Not everything, Mr. Feller," continued the

    doctor. "In psychology, I learned a thing about risk versus
    reward. I think we can apply those principles here."

    I curled my brow, not catching her meaning.

    "Ryan," broke in Amanda. "If you can

    make it through every practice, until our first meet of the season,
    without getting another erection, Dr. Wynn and I will reward you."

    I laughed. "All the riches in the world probably

    wouldn't be able to do the tri;"

    "You can have us," barked Tammy. I stopped

    speaking immediately. "That's right, Ryan. Coach Bradley and I
    will give you one night of unadulterated pleasure. It's far more than
    a young man of your age and experience deserves to have, but that's
    the deal. Sex with the both of us. We'll be all yours for one night.
    But no more erections until the first meet!"

    I was speechless. I mean, the first moment she

    mentioned it, I thought it was a joke, or that I was taking it the
    wrong way, but they were serious. They were willing to fuck me, and
    all I had to do was get my erections under control. How could I Not
    attempt to do this? Even if I had to jerk off sixteen times a day,
    I'd try it. I stared at the both of them, unsure what to say, when
    Amanda said, "Well? Think you got it in you?"

    "I don't know," I said, as I felt blood

    rushing through my raging woody. With that happening now, it seemed
    far-fetched that I could accomplish this task, but I was sure as hell
    going to do my best.

    "Ryan! We meant what we said. No more erections

    during practice!"

    I was at private practice now with Dr. Tammy Wynn,

    and though I had somehow eeked out of the last group practice (where
    we temporarily shared pool space with the girls) without getting an
    erection, I had not prepared for this morning's routine in the same
    way. My boner stood high in the air before her.

    Just before I went to the last group practice, I beat

    off literally a half dozen times, and while I was there, I dared not
    look at the girls' side of the pool. None of them were naked that
    time around, but it didn't matter. If I see a girl look at me when I
    am naked, I tend to get stimulated. I didn't want to risk it,
    considering the deal that Tammy and Coach Bradley made with me;

    "Come, on, Tammy. I didn't get hard yesterday

    and I had to; well; you know; and I have to again later today;"

    "I'm not having it. You have ten minutes to get

    that under control, or you lose the deal."

    The deal was, if I made the next three weeks of

    practices without getting an erection, Dr. Tammy Wynn and Coach
    Amanda Bradley agreed to have sex with me. For a moment, while I
    stood naked in front of Tammy, I wanted to stare her down, to
    announce that she was asking too much of me, but she was too busy
    staring at my hard cock and didn't notice the fury in my face. If she
    hated my boner so much, why did she spend so much time looking at it?
    I turned away, and stormed off to her office, slamming the door
    behind me. I went straight to her desk and grabbed some tissues. Not
    even taking time to sit, I began beating my meat immediately.

    I was angry, but the image of Dr. Wynn staring at my

    cock was enough to get me through my first orgasm. Knowing I would
    have to do this a few times, I started thinking back to the time the
    girls went naked at the pool, and when I saw Coach Bradley peeling
    out of her clothes to demonstrate how to properly dive off the block
    to one of her students. These images helped push me forward.

    Ten minutes hadn't passed and I had already cum three

    times. I was beating furiously for one more when the door flew open.
    "Are you almost done?" Dr. Wynn barked, behind me.

    "What?" I screamed, embarrassed. I turned

    further away from her. "Please, go away!"

    "Will this help?" I peered over my shoulder

    and almost came again. Tammy was standing fully naked at the door.
    "This is what you get. That is, if you get your problem under
    control. Remember this, Ryan. It's the last time I'll show you, until
    you make good on the deal."

    I'm not sure what got into me, but I straightened up

    and turned around, facing her. Granted, I was at least ten or twelve
    feet away from her, but it was close enough. She perked up. For once,
    instead of ogling her body, I stared her down and began stroking
    faster. We said nothing, but locked eyes, as I jerked my stiff cock
    for at least a full minute, and then climaxed, spilling my load on
    her tile floor.

    Fully beaten, I finally let go of my cock. Already,

    it was sadly limping, overworked from the past twelve hours of abuse.
    Nevertheless, I sent a clear message to Tammy. I was going to win
    that bet.

    The first week was hell. Every spare moment I would

    rush to a bathroom, or some such isolated place, to whack it. It was
    much easier to not have sexual thoughts when I was entirely sexually
    exhausted. That, and staying on the boys' side of the pool during
    group practices, while always avoiding any close contact with the
    girls, seemed to do the trick. I actually felt weaker, and it
    negatively affected my times, but I wasn't getting boners anymore.

    I jerked it a couple times before every morning

    practice I had with Dr. Wynn, too. Not with her around, of course.
    She only did that the one time. While I engaged with her during
    practice, I avoided looking at her. If I saw her eyeing at my nude
    body, I knew I risked losing the deal.

    Until the middle of the second week, that is. The

    sheer habit of controlling myself began to fill me with confidence,
    and by the end of the second week I was only masturbating a couple
    times a day. I was even feeling more confident around girls, with my
    newfound sense of control.

    I was really tested when the petite blonde girl ran

    up to me one day. We were only a few days out from the first meet and
    she came over to pep me up about it. I can never remember the girl's
    name, but I remember she was always bubbly and hyper. She was also
    one of the few girls on the squad that went naked every now and then,
    as she was now; which is why I remember it so well. "Hey Ryan, I
    heard your times are getting better again. You ready for this
    weekend?"

    "Yes, I am," I said, smiling.

    One, I felt great about the upcoming match. I was

    competitive and ready to break new state records. Two, as my penis
    flopped before the nubile and naked girl, not once did I fear getting
    erect. I felt like a superhero.

    On the last day of practice before the following

    day's meet, I met in the morning with Dr. Wynn like always. I didn't
    bother masturbating, and had no problems having direct conversations
    with her while naked. My penis stayed limp, if hanging extra low. I
    truly believed I had conquered the problem.

    Dr. Wynn said as much. "So, Ryan? Are you ready

    for tomorrow's meet?"

    "Yes. Can't wait?"

    "Can't wait to win the meet, or for other

    things?"

    "Both, maybe," I grinned.

    She smiled, too. "We'll see. Now get on the

    block;"

    I felt so gosh-darned pumped about the upcoming

    competition, and my newfound sense of control, that I didn't bother
    beating off between my last class and practice, either. Instead, I
    quickly chowed down the first decent meal I'd had all week, and then
    finally rushed to the Nat. I was a bit late for practice, but eager
    to win that bet.

    I stripped naked in the locker room and barged

    through the door, out to the natatorium. I almost fainted when I
    glanced to my right. All the girls were way down on their end of the
    pool, a considerable distance from me. However, I could tell they
    were all buck naked, just like the boys. Just like they'd done on
    that second day of coed practice.

    I snapped my head back down to the floor and walked

    the opposite way around the pool to get to the boys' side. My cock
    was already a third of the way up, flopping like a heavy club, but
    eager to rise more. If Coach Amanda Bradley saw me with a hard-on, I
    was done for.

    Controlling my breathing, thinking on my success in

    the past days, I calmed down.

    'I got this,' I said to myself. 'I was

    starkers in front of Tammy this morning and didn't get a rise. Why
    should I now?'

    "Because they're naked;" I whispered to

    myself, yet still trying to shake that thought out of my head. I
    arrived at my bench and sat down.

    Half of the boys were already in the water. I nodded

    to Alex next to me. "They been in there long?" referring to
    the women swimmers.

    "A few minutes. Good thing coach didn't see you

    weren't here. He's been buried in his notes."

    "I had to eat, man. Been starving, trying to

    keep up with my schedule. I needed it."

    "I know what you mean."

    I was able to keep my thoughts on the business of

    swimming, and that kept my junk in check. In the first hour and a
    half of practice, I'd warmed up, ran three sprints and a one-on-one.
    Sure, I only focused my sight on the water and the floor; anything
    but the girls; but the system was working. My cock stayed limp, and I
    stayed happy.

    I was even able to avoid thinking about how Tammy and

    Amanda were going to be breaking my virginity. Had I thought about
    it, I might have struggled with the challenge, but I knew better. I
    stayed clear of any and all sexual thoughts, in spite of the naked
    girls in the same room with me. Again, I was feeling indestructible.

    But then, Mary Ellen Barker happened.

    The first day I had discovered that men swam naked at

    my school was the day I met Mary. I was as naked as I am now,
    nervous, and hard as stone in front of her. When she stopped me to
    introduce herself, all I could think about was covering myself, and
    wishing the roles were reversed. I would have given my left nut to
    see her naked.

    On the one day the girls had been naked at practice

    (before this one), I never got a good look at Mary. That was not the
    case now. As I approached the block for the final run of the evening
    practice, she rushed up to me. I couldn't help but be distracted from
    the jump, and turned my head toward her. Her glorious,
    grapefruit-sized tits bounced as she rushed towards me. "Good
    luck tomorrow, Ryan!" she screamed. "We're all rooting for
    you."

    She stopped a few feet from me, placing her hands

    behind her back, chest out, and standing on her tiptoes. Her body
    rotated 45 degrees and she bent one knee slightly, in a pageant
    swimsuit pose. She smiled and winked, as if she were offering me the
    view. I felt it immediately, my penis beginning to react. "Thanks!"
    I yelled back. "That means a lot. Good luck to you, too, Mary."

    "Oh! You know my name?" She reached out and

    grabbed my forearm, pulling me back toward her, while I was trying to
    turn away. I wanted to get in the water immediately.

    I pitched my head in the air, staring at the ceiling.

    "Of course I know your name. You introduced yourself to me the
    first day I was here."

    "Oh, yeah, when I was with Sheila and Betty. I

    should get them over here to wish you good luck, too."

    "No, no! No trouble," I said, with a quiver

    in my voice. My todger was half hard now. I had to hurry! "Thanks,
    though." I started to turn around again when I heard a voice
    behind Mary. It was Coach Amanda Bradley.

    "Oh, Ryan?" she yelled.

    I looked past Mary, careful to avoid her nudity as

    best I could, to see the women's coach rushing up. At least she was
    dressed. "I just wanted to say I started utilizing some of the
    exercises you and Dr. Wynn showed me. Can't wait to use that
    electronic timer, too. Thanks for getting me involved."

    While Coach Bradley spoke, she stared directly at my

    stiffening cock. Up until now, she had always refused to do that.
    Then, she licked her lips. That's all it took. I glanced back to
    Mary, spotting her fully nude form, then back to the coach who was
    utterly doting over my cock, and in an instant it popped to action.

    "There it is!" yelled Coach Bradley,

    jumping up and down, clapping. Mary began bursting out in laughter,
    too, and this caught the attention of the other girls. A natatorium
    carries sound. It echoes off the walls. And the room filled with
    laughter. I didn't know if the girls were in on the bet, or if they
    had been put up to this, but it didn't mater. It was over. I lost.
    Finally, Coach Bradley looked me in the eyes. "Don't worry,
    sport. Can't win 'em all."

    Then, she zipped around and strolled off.

    With my cock aimed not two feet from Mary, and all

    the girls on the squad watching, too, I just stood there, furious. I
    think, by then, I had lost any semblance of shame.

    Mary grinned big and winked once more. Then walked

    away, wiggling her beautiful ass as she went. I later learned that
    Coach Bradley wagered that Mary couldn't get a boner out of me. Mary
    got a weekend without curfew or room check. Mary didn't know it but
    it was actually a prize for getting Coach Bradley & Coach Wynn
    out of having to be my slut for a night.

    Somehow, I had to make this right;

    Ryan loses a bet, but wins everything.

    It was the day of our first swim meet, at home.

    Clearly, this gave us an advantage, competing in familiar waters.
    Other weeks we would be traveling, competing at other schools. I'd
    discovered that some of the ones in the tri-state area allowed boys
    to wear swim trunks, but here at home, none were given that
    privilege. Not even the visiting teams. The girls, of course, got to
    wear their school-sanctioned swimsuits if they chose, and most did,
    but male nudity was commonplace and expected here. Just my luck.

    I was still angry that Coach Amanda Bradley and Dr.

    Tammy Wynn foiled the agreement we made. They promised if I could go
    the entire three weeks, prior to the meet, without getting an
    erection during practice, they would give me one night of
    "unadulterated" sex. They played me, though. At practice
    yesterday, Coach Bradley had the girls go to practice naked. Then
    they tapped Buxom Mary to come over and flirt. With her hourglass
    figure and big melon tits wiggling constantly. Her overt flirtations
    and charming expressions. Of course, I got hard!

    Now, I had to go through with this swim meet, knowing

    I had nothing to look forward to. I'd been anticipating it every
    minute of every day, up until I lost the bet. I was furious, because
    I had worked so hard to get my problem under control. At first, I
    beat off constantly so I would be in a constant state of sexual
    exhaustion. It negatively affected my swim times, but I was still the
    fastest on the team, by far.

    Eventually, I had become so accustomed to being

    flaccid around the girls, and during practice, that I began stroking
    off less and less. Especially, the last few days. When the girls
    showed up at practice yesterday, as naked as the boys were, I
    couldn't help but pop a boner.

    I felt so dejected from the ordeal, I still hadn't

    bothered beating off before the swim meet today. I was undressing in
    the locker room with Pete Wilkins next to me. "Did you see how
    many people showed up for this?" he asked. "My whole family
    is here. And that other team must be big, because the visitors' side
    is packed, too.

    "What?" I asked, dropping my shorts,

    throwing them into my locker.

    "Yup. And they invited the girls squads from

    Both teams to watch, so they'll be staying on our side of the pool,
    because there's not enough room in the bleachers."

    "Why did they invite the girls to watch? They

    could just stay in the locker rooms until the boys finish." It
    was a valid argument, I thought, as I laid it out.

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  • The College Swim Team: Part 2
    The College Swim Team: Part 2
    We have to share practice time with the girl's
    squad.

    Based on a post by AnonymousPerv.

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    I wouldn't be surprised if most of you don't believe

    my history up to this point in the story. You might think the idea
    that men swimming naked in public pools in 1959 is crazy. I would
    agree it is crazy, but it doesn't make it less true. Turn on your
    google, or whatever it is, if you don't trust me and look it up
    yourself.

    Perhaps the hardest pill for you to swallow, is that

    I had such an intimate sexual experience with the female coach, Dr.
    Wynn. Well, it happened. I always kept that secret to myself, up
    until now. There were more events that occurred during this joyous
    time in my life and I'm happy to share them with you before I go, but
    I'm warning you: If you haven't believed my story up to this point,
    you may as well quit reading now. It gets crazier.

    It was about a week later, following a Friday

    afternoon practice, when things really took a turn. Coach Andersen
    had the team line up at the end of the pool. "Gentlemen, in
    three weeks we start competition. I am more confident in this squad,
    than any other I have ever coached. You make me all very proud."

    It was nice getting the acclaim. We had survived

    several weeks of practice and conditioning, injury free, and three
    more weeks of it seemed ever more grueling, even though we were
    seeing the benefits of the hard work. All nine of us had rippling
    hard bodies, what many would consider to be "peak" physical
    condition. Knowing Coach Peterson and Dr. Wynn, they always set the
    bar higher.

    "Unfortunately, boys, we are faced with a

    challenge. I am offering you the opportunity to make a big decision."

    The nine of us, all naked and still wet, began

    mumbling among each other.

    "Settle down, settle down. Here's the issue. The

    pool at Drexel has cracked its foundation. They will be rushing to
    repair it, but in the meantime, our old rivals have no way to
    practice in a proper 50-meter pool. That is, unless they bus over
    here daily. They called and asked if we would be willing to give them
    access to our pool every day at 7 pm., until the season officially
    begins."

    Seven o'clock is when the girls usually start

    practice. We're 4 to 6:30, and they're 7 to whenever. The break,
    between the two squads coming and going, usually prevented any of the
    girls from accidentally stepping into the pool area while we were
    there. Although it was allowed and tolerated for girls to be around,
    I had discovered that it wasn't considered good etiquette, unless one
    was a coach or a lifeguard.

    That first day of school, when I had experienced

    being naked in front of several girls, had perhaps skewed my reality
    of the situation. I even noted that when Dr. Wynn did stop in during
    our afternoon practices, she never over-extended her stays, always
    doing her best to make the boys feel comfortable. Still, whenever she
    was there, I popped wood.

    Pete Wilkinson on the end spoke up, "If Drexel

    can't practice, we'll trounce 'em in competition!"

    Buddy Preston raised his arm. "Do we really want

    to win that way?" Buddy was well-liked by everyone, and if it
    weren't for me, he would have been the fastest on the team. "You
    know that's no way to win a meet." The others agreed, me
    included.

    "I thought that's how you would see it,"

    said the coach. "Obviously, this creates problems with how we
    share our facility. Coach Bradley's squad will have to forfeit their
    time for Drexel. She and I discussed it, and feel we can effectively
    utilize the space by giving her girls the west side of the pool, and
    we'll take the other. We'll have fewer lanes to practice in, but we
    can resolve this by coming in at 3:30 and staying until Drexel
    arrives at seven."

    It sounded to me like they'd already made up their

    minds. Strangely enough, after more than a month at the school, I had
    yet to meet Amanda Bradley, the woman who many considered to be Coach
    Peterson's equal. I knew she'd been the girl's coach for more than a
    decade, and had a winning record almost impressive as her
    counterpart's.

    Coach Peterson paced as he debriefed us. "I'll

    call Drexel and tell them they can start Monday. It will give us
    enough time to make arrangements over the weekend." Suddenly, he
    stopped. "Do I have to remind anybody to be on their best
    behavior in the presence of the girls' squad?"

    We all shook our head and mumbled "No," but

    Scott Thomas raised his hand. I remember it was Scott, because if
    there was one person who might have been more socially awkward than
    me, it was him. Also, he was standing right next to me. Still, he
    didn't get stiffies every time Dr. Tammy Wynn stopped by. It appeared
    only I suffered that humiliation.

    "Um; Coach Peterson?" he asked. "I;

    uh; know the girls can wear their swimsuits and all, but while they
    practice with us, it will be mandatory for them, right?"

    I jerked my head to him. "Mandatory?" I

    whispered. "What the heck are you suggesting? They have to wear
    suits, of course!"

    Coach Peterson started laughing, shaking his head.

    "Oh, Mr. Thomas; and you, Mr. Feller." He slowly walked up
    to me, standing not two feet away. Thank goodness Dr. Wynn wasn't
    there. Otherwise, my penis would not have been flaccid. "For as
    fast as you swim, you really ought to know more about what it is you
    are swimming in. Without going into the history of this great sport
    and leisure activity, here are the rules: stay in your lane, don't
    jump in until you hear the buzzer, and abide by all dress codes."

    "I do, sir," I insisted. "I was just

    saying, so do the girls. They abide by the rules, by always wearing
    their suits."

    The coach sighed, "Apparently, you are still in

    the dark over our protocols. Boys, why do we not wear suits in the
    pool?"

    One at the end of the line shouted, "Fibers in

    the pumps and filters. Clogs them up, making us have to replace
    them."

    "I thought it was checking for rashes and

    wounds," said a boy on the other end.

    "Yeah, to ensure we're clean, everybody knows

    that," said another.

    "It's all those things," cried the coach.

    "There is every practical reason to swim in the nude, Mr.
    Feller. Not to mention, we have long standing traditions here."

    I nodded, not wishing to upset the coach with my

    ignorance any further.

    "Back to your question, Mr. Thomas. Will the

    girls be required to wear their suits? I'll discuss it with Coach
    Bradley. I think it is a reasonable request."

    Again, my curiosity got the best of me. "But

    wait, I don't;"

    "What is it you don't understand, Mr. Feller?

    The girls don't have to wear their suits, but should they prefer to
    protect their modesty, they may. We offer the school sanctioned suits
    for that reason."

    "You mean they can also practice naked?"

    The thought of it sent blood rushing to my cock, but the look on my
    coach's face helped to keep me in check.

    "You really are from Kansas, aren't you? Most of

    them wear their suits, I suppose. Sometimes one or two of them go
    without, so I've known, but it's a girl's privilege to protect her
    modesty, especially against young men like yourself. We wouldn't want
    any of you boys getting impractical thoughts." The coach paused
    again, looking directly at me. "So you all try to control
    yourselves."

    I blushed, looking down. I suspected Dr. Wynn had

    told him about my problem, that every time we practiced together, I
    had an erection. It didn't matter if I kept my mind on other things,
    it just seemed my penis autonomously got hard in the presence of a
    female. Especially her.

    Hopefully, Dr. Wynn hadn't revealed that she had

    swallowed my cum once. I felt fairly confident she kept that a
    secret, like I did. How I wished she would let me do that again, but
    she'd acted very professional ever since. I guess she meant it when
    she said it was a one-time thing.

    Coach Peterson raised his hand before dismissing us.

    "Mid-morning practice tomorrow, then take the rest of the
    weekend off, boys. You deserve it, you really do. Even you, Ryan."
    He winked at me. "I know you've been working hard."

    I wasn't sure if that was a double entendre, or just

    a simple compliment. I headed to the locker room with my teammates,
    already dreading the coming Monday. We were to arrive early to
    practice, giving me barely any time between it, and my last class for
    the day. I had to pack a snack for in between, since it would be
    three and a half hours of grueling drills, all while the girl's team
    worked their side of the pool. That was the real beef. I was filled
    with anxiety thinking about how I would handle myself, naked, in the
    presence of so many girls.

    The temperature was surprisingly cool that Monday

    morning, but while I meandered from one class to the next, I was
    sweating buckets. I couldn't stop time. It was bound to come, and the
    minutes passed far too quickly. 'Please don't get a boner, please
    don't get a boner,' was all I could think about, repeating over and
    over in my head. When I got to the locker room to undress, some of
    the others were whispering to each other, pointing at me. Pete
    snickered and threw me a thumbs up sign.

    "What?" I asked.

    "They're making bets on how long before you

    sport wood."

    I went flush. It was so humiliating. I guess it had

    happened enough times, and was now a well known fact, that I always
    got hard around girls; just like a dweeb. I was unable to contain
    myself around girls; at least when I was naked.

    Look, it wasn't unheard of to happen to someone when

    swimming. Strapping, young men pop random wood on occasion. It's
    understood that it happens, and when it does, the rule of thumb is to
    ignore it. Still, it's somewhat frowned upon. And people like me; who
    do it all the time; weren't usually welcome in the pool, I had
    discovered. I suppose I was lucky that Dr. Wynn had been so forgiving
    of the issue. Having practiced with her so many times, she could
    probably pick my hard cock out from a lineup.

    I looked at the small group of kids mocking me and

    stared them down for a second, before throwing my towel to the floor.
    "Put me in for less than a minute."

    It was perhaps the first, genuine bonding moment I

    had with any of my teammates. Up to this point, they kind of avoided
    me. My highly competitive spirit set some people off, while others
    were just jealous of my talent. But self deprecation goes a long way,
    I guess, and the boys broke into howls when I admitted I had a
    problem.

    Scott slapped me on the shoulder. "Don't feel

    bad, man. With all those girls swimming nearby, wearing those
    loose-hanging suits, I'm pretty sure you won't be the only one
    challenged with the problem."

    "No shit," said Pete. "It's been

    bugging' me all weekend. Damn, can you imagine? When Mary Jenkins
    comes out of the water? Woah, I can't wait, but I am gonna have a
    hard time not popping wood." Others laughed again, when Pete
    said, "Maybe not like Ragin' Woody Ryan here, but I'll
    definitely be struggling. I might have to jump in the water
    periodically."

    Others snickered and clapped, nodding their heads.

    Pete's moniker stuck. From that point forward, I was known as Ragin'
    Woody Ryan. At least, far more often than by my short name. We
    finally shuffled to the pool, making our way to our corner of the
    large, open room. The girls were already on their side, circled
    around a woman. From my distance, I couldn't really make her out, but
    she stood almost a foot taller than any of the swimmers.

    Coach Peterson snapped us to attention and we lined

    up in front of him. "OK, boys, we're going to start with laps.
    Since we only have five lanes available, five of you go now, ten
    minutes later, the other four."

    Always eager to get in the water, I volunteered with

    four others and made my way to the third lane down. As I was about to
    get on the block, I noticed the girl's squad was still circled around
    their coach, who was dressed in one of those school sanctioned suits.
    With her standing so high above the squad, I finally got a good look
    at her. Late 30s I would guess and extremely top heavy. She made the
    redhead I met on my first day here look small in comparison.

    A blonde girl who faced the coach, with her back to

    me, had one knee on the floor. I remember thinking she was so thin,
    because I could see her spine. It took a second for that to register
    in my brain, but I suddenly realized she didn't have anything on at
    all. Not a stitch of clothing! I whipped my head back to the water
    the moment I realized, desperate to jump into the pool, before my
    penis responded to the mental stimulation of a girl being naked in
    the same room with me. I dove in straight away.

    By the time I started my stroke, my cock was raging

    hard. I was so grateful it was under the water, because it took the
    entire ten-minute run of laps for it to finally go away. I was
    desperately trying to focus on anything other than the girls. I swam
    hard, focusing on my form and the fury of my stroke, when just before
    time was up, it finally went flaccid again. I remember being so
    relieved when coming out of the pool.

    That was, until I realized we had to sit on the

    bench; which faced the pool. I knew I'd be tempted to look to the
    girl's side. They weren't close, but close enough to fantasize about,
    and soon, I would be struggling to save face again. Scott Thomas
    flagged the coach down, just as we neared the bench. "Coach, I
    thought all the girls were going to be suited up, and uh; um; I saw
    one of the"

    "Oh, yes, about that." The coach stepped

    closer. The five of us who had just come out of the water huddled
    around him. "Dr. Wynn and I discussed it with Coach Bradley, and
    we determined that it was best not to make any extraneous rules
    during this short matter of inconvenience."

    "But;" Scott started.

    "No buts. It was actually something Mr. Feller

    said to Dr. Wynn, I believe, that helped make our decision. 'That men
    would behave no differently around the women, than they do us.' It's
    quite forward-thinking, progressive; and dare I say, debatable, but
    it was decided. If some of the girls happen to go without their
    suits, I expect you all to ignore it. Understood?"

    We all nodded and made vocal affirmations, though I

    think we all were rather scared; scared of the prospect of having
    reactions around naked girls. We weren't superhuman, and though it
    may have been considered inappropriate to get erections while
    swimming with others, deeming it "inappropriate" didn't
    stop them from occurring. I'm guessing I was more worried than most,
    considering my track record.

    The coach continued, "Never mind the girls. The

    only things you should be focusing on right now are your times. I
    want to see those relay scores improve. Considering your individual
    runs, it ought to be better."

    We nodded again and grabbed our towels. As I was

    about to sit down, the coach tapped my shoulder, likely because I was
    closest to him. I should have kept a distance. "Hey Ryan, run
    this over to Coach Bradley. We must have swapped clipboards this
    morning. Ask her if she's got mine."

    Coach reached out, handing me a clipboard with a

    dangling pen, attached to a thread. Several sheets of paper were
    tightly clipped to it, and it did look a lot like Coach Peterson's. I
    could see how they may have swapped them, but I wasn't thrilled about
    returning the item to Coach Amanda Bradley, who was now seated on the
    opposite end of the pool, on a bench that was against the wall,
    mirroring ours. I started the long walk over.

    For those unfamiliar with the size and scope of a

    natatorium, allow me to explain. The pool is 25 meters wide (80-ish
    feet) and 50 meters long. The diving pool, located at the other end
    of the facility, is deep and also large, though not nearly the same
    scale as the Olympic pool. Our locker room entrance was situated
    somewhat between the two pools, on what was now the girls' side of
    the pool.

    The distance between our bench and the girls' was

    about a hundred feet. Try looking at something from that far away.
    You can see it, but you can't make out the details. So from this
    distance, the boys weren't too concerned about being seen naked by
    the girls. Of course, the boys swimming in the two lanes nearest the
    girls' lanes knew they were at risk, to some degree. It was bound to
    happen, and I envied those who could manage it, without getting an
    erection.

    Because now, as I slowly made my way over to the

    girl's coach, I felt my penis already twitching. I knew I was doomed,
    but I was trying my damndest to think of anything other than girls,
    or my nudity. I thought about my math test, the previous week's
    baseball scores, and anything else I could come up with, but I knew
    if I caught so much as one girl glancing at my package, it was over.
    I was already half stiff when I was within twenty feet of Coach
    Bradley.

    I held the clipboard slightly in front of me, trying

    to cover. How I wish we had the same options as the girls and could
    wear suits. The women's coach was currently focused on one of the
    girls in the water, when she turned to a student on her left, an
    attractive brunette. "Make sure we tell Wendy to bring her arms
    up more on that forward stroke."

    "Excuse me, ma'am? Coach Bradley?" I

    stiffly kept the clipboard in place while addressing her.

    She looked up, pausing at my chest, before darting

    her eyes to my face. "Yes?"

    "Coach Peterson asked me to return this

    clipboard to you. He thinks he may have swapped his with yours."

    "Oh, he did! In my office. I noticed after he

    left, but I left his there. I figured we'd get them sorted after
    practice."

    "Oh, okay," I said, beginning to turn away,

    thinking, 'Please let me keep the clipboard, please let me keep the'

    "Do you know where my office is?" she

    asked. "South Hall, fifth door on the left." That was
    further down the hall than Dr. Wynn's office, but I knew where it
    was. "It's open. If he needs his clipboard, just go get it."

    While walking to the girl's side of the pool, and

    being in the direct presence of Coach Amanda Bradley and several of
    the female team members, I had somehow managed to keep my willy from
    going nilly.

    Had it not been for my impeccable effort of

    maintaining eye contact, I am certain my rod would have stiffened
    faster than Billy the Kid could ever draw his weapon. This was
    because, below Coach Bradley's eyes were perhaps the two largest
    mammaries I'd ever seen. I noticed it the moment I crossed into the
    girl's area, and looked away to keep my mind on other things.

    In that brief glimpse, I noticed how the terrible

    shape of the school-sanctioned swimsuit made her body looked more
    "ballooned" than it likely was, because her legs appeared
    to be thin and tone. I dared not risk taking a closer inspection of
    her body, and as we engaged our short conversation, I proudly managed
    to keep my cool.

    It was short lived;

    "He probably wants his clipboard, right?"

    the coach asked, as I kept staring at her contemplating what I should
    do. "Just give me mine, and go fetch it. Come on. Get going,
    already." She held out her hand, expecting me to hand over her
    clipboard.

    "Oh. Yeah, okay. Fourth door on the left?"

    "No, fifth. Fifth door." She turned to her

    student again. "Allison, why don't you just take uh;"

    I had not yet surrendered the clipboard, but said,

    "No, no, it's okay, I can find it."

    "Don't be silly. Allison just gave her lane up

    to Mary a few minutes ago. She's got time."

    "Oh; well, okay, then," I said, defeated.

    The coach thrust her hand out again a

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  • The College Swim Team: Part 1
    The College Swim Team: Part 1
    College swim teams sometimes went nude, in the
    '50s. I joined one.

    Based on a post by AnonymousPerv.

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    The old College Journal.

    It was a different time, a different generation.

    Hell, two generations. But as the years draw closer to my final days,
    my memories only become clearer. Besides, what much else did I have
    to do other than to reflect on better times? Edna passed on eight
    years ago, and we never had children. I'm retired and have a woman
    come by to clean the house once a week. That's about all the
    socializing I do. Mostly, I just sit my ass on the front porch and
    either bitch to myself about the news, or think on old times. I'm a
    stereotype old fart, now.

    The memories keep me going, though. From the last

    vacation that Edna and I shared together in Vancouver, to the first
    time I broke the Kansas state record in a freestyle 100-meter swim
    match. I often thought about the short stint I had on the Olympic
    team, before my knee problems, and other notable events like my
    wedding, and the fishing trips my best friend Lyle and I used to go
    on.

    But there was one moment in time that I reflect on

    more than others. We probably all have that one favorite slice of
    time in our lives that we would like to repeat. This was mine.

    It was the Fall of 1958. I'd earned a full

    scholarship to Penn, for their university swim team in eastern
    Pennsylvania. Technically it was an academic scholarship, but all the
    Ivy league schools somehow happened upon star athletes when looking
    for intelligent students.

    I moved into my athletic hall dorm room with only one

    day to spare before classes officially began. It was a single bed
    dorm and a perk of the scholarship, as most students roomed together.
    I'd acquired enough trophies back in Wichita to merit the interest of
    several colleges, and high enough GPA for a full ride and the perks
    (they definitely incentivized me to come here), but I was about to
    discover things operated much differently at the school pool and the
    local YMCA, in this part of the country

    "Naked?" I gasped, as I was changing into

    my swim trunks in the natatorium's locker room after just meeting a
    few of the other team members.

    "Yeah, buddy," said the sophomore teammate,

    talking to me, a short guy with dirty blonde hair. "Where are
    you from again? Penn requires proper swim guidelines. You shoulda
    known that."

    The guy speaking to me didn't really know me, but I

    had mentioned I was from out of state.

    "Health and cleanliness of the pool. Everyone

    knows that," he said. “Besides, the original Greek
    Olympians all competed in the nude. It's also mandatory at the YMCA,
    ya know.”

    I later found out that the YMCA, which was for men

    and boys only; did keep that same policy for another 10 years.

    This may have not been so jarring for me, if it

    wasn't only the second day I was there. I hadn't even met anyone yet,
    and certainly wasn't prepared for this. We, the incoming freshmen
    swimmers, were to meet the coaches and then be timed on distances,
    and assessed on our performances and styles. But naked?

    Again, I hadn't even met the coach at this point.

    Back then, we handled things by local scouts and the mail. My folks
    didn't even own a phone. I was scouted, correspondences were made,
    and I accepted their offer. Now I was here, a bit lost.

    Not knowing what else to do, or with whom to argue,

    especially since all the other young fellas were striding out the
    door, starkers. I followed suit; without my Lasstex swimsuit. To my
    utter horror and shock, as I trailed behind my teammates, three girls
    walked past, giggling as they checked out our dangling packages.

    “What the hell?” my chin dropped and my

    hands cupped my package.”

    Unlike us, these 3 coeds had the old Lasstex Rubber

    bathing suits on, though they were school-sanctioned, come to find
    out. They were thick one-piece numbers, all of the same dull color,
    that draped over their bodies and fit rather loosely. One of the
    girls had light red hair and a large enough bosom that you could see
    her tits bouncing firmly under the material as she moved. Lasstex was
    a rubberized fiber that allowed some stretch and reset, but not a lot
    of either. These thick women's fabricated maillots would be phased
    out in the sixties, by a new swimwear company called 'Speedo' . They
    pitched a line of very thin nylon knit suits. Very form-hugging and
    tight. Years later they introduced Lie craw blends and very
    form-fitting silhouettes.

    "Why aren't they naked?" I whispered to the

    sophomore teammate in front of me.

    "Huh? What is wrong with you, man? Modesty.

    They're virtuous ladies. Who cares if we guys swim naked? We've
    always done that."

    "Well, what about my modesty? I don't get it. We

    always wore suits back home."

    "Hmm. I don't know any college athletes with

    modesty or virtue; and I bet you had to change the water in the pool
    every damn week. But then, you live in sod houses, too; right?"

    I shook my head. "Just every season, along with

    regular maintenance. I think you're being fed a load of bullshit."

    The boy ignored me, shaking his head, too.

    I followed him to the end of the pool where we all

    formed into a line. Nine of us, total. A few minutes passed while
    some of the teammates tried to engage in conversation, but it was
    apparent most of us were strangers. A moment later, two adults
    entered the natatorium through a side door nearest our side of the
    pool. The one was reserved for staff. They stopped directly in front
    of us. The oldest had a whistle around his neck and a clipboard in
    his hand, while the younger one carried the same kind of whistle in
    his left hand, and a stopwatch in his right.

    The older one began barking at us. "Boys! You're

    in college now and joining one of the most elite swim teams in the
    Ivy League. I'm sure you're all honored to be here." Coach
    Robertson barked out.

    Already, I thought the coach was a bit full of

    himself; and come to find out, he was. But he had passion in his
    tone. "Things change for you, starting today. You will be
    exposed to the finest training, and newest techniques in the field,
    to improve your minds, your competitiveness; and your bodies, your
    speed and endurance.

    It is going to require a dedication unlike you ever

    experienced, I guarantee; no matter how much your daddies pushed you
    when you were babies."

    My parents were never around, and I pushed myself

    pretty hard. Swimming was all I had. It distracted me from problems
    at home. I was grateful and lucky such programs existed back in those
    days. Most poor Kansas kids like me don't get these kinds of programs
    offered in their schools anymore, and it's shameful.

    I remember the coach rattling on, pacing back and

    forth as he explained what he expected of the new recruits. He
    explained we would be at practice five times a week, At least 2 hours
    at a time, and were expected to work on our own, in addition to that.
    No problem for me, I thought.

    Finally, the coach stopped in front of the middle of

    our group and turned, facing all of us. "I intended to wait
    until another member of our staff arrived before officially making
    introductions. It appears her meeting with the Dean must have gone
    over."

    'Her? Did he just say her? He wanted to wait to

    introduce us to a woman coach, while we were naked?'

    Just as those anxiety-ridden thoughts were passing

    through my brain, the staff door burst open again and out walked a
    beauty; an utter goddess. She was tall, yet wore heels. Her dress was
    conservative, yet form fitting, and her frame was lithe, but firm.
    She had the figure of an elite female athlete. Her tits were a bit
    bigger than average, maybe a C cup (but I didn't know that back
    then), and her shoulder-length, brunette hair had the slightest hint
    of curl. She wore little or no make-up. She didn't need it. Being so
    smartly dressed and so well-poised, the woman radiated a presence
    that was both practical and professional, while also embracing her
    beauty.

    "Oh, good. Men, I would like to introduce you to

    Dr. Tammy Wynn. While she was finishing her doctorate at UCLA, she
    ran the strength and aerobics camps for both their male and their new
    female swim teams. Those teams went on to win back-to-back national
    championships during her short time with them."

    I knew about the UCLA wins, but not much else.

    A bit of historic background;

    Very few colleges had female competition teams, but

    the women's intramural teams at several area colleges, including the
    'seven sisters' college group, began holding unsanctioned swim meets,
    in conjunction with the men's teams. Byrn Mawr college, here in the
    Philadelphia area, is one of those legendary 'seven sisters'
    colleges. It was the female counterpart to the Ivy league men's
    colleges, a century ago. They also used the natatorium at Penn, for
    their practices and a few competitive events. Penn had a coed policy
    for several years, but other Ivy League schools were just catching
    up. Prior to that, Bryn Mawr College ladies used to host the Penn
    male students for several social events and 'mixers'.

    The coach continued, "UCLA is renown for their

    advanced physical training program. We've brought Dr. Wynn here to
    implement the same here, so you will be seeing a lot of her. Mostly
    in the gym, but sometimes she will come here, our natatorium; to
    evaluate your progress and improvements. Is everyone clear?"

    We all nodded and grumbled.

    "Is everyone okay with a women coaching you?"

    We all nodded again, but one guy snorted near the end

    of the line. The coach squinted his eyes, trying to discern who had
    made the offending sound. He spoke slower, "We don't typically
    allow women to hang around the pool while the men use it, I'm sure
    you all know that. Dr. Wynn is the exception to the rule. I expect
    you to be as respectful to her, as you are to me and Coach Adam. Is
    that clear? If I discover any of you are disrespectful, in any way,
    or don't do exactly as she says, you will be ejected from this team
    immediately."

    Again, all the boys nodded and mumbled their

    affirmations.

    "So now that you have been introduced to Dr.

    Wynn, let's get to the rest of us. If you don't already know me, I am
    Coach Roger Peterson. Under the seven years I have been here, we have
    earned two Ivy League championships and won four regionals, among
    many other achievements. I expect our winning tradition to continue,
    and to continue improving."

    Coach Peterson then went on to introduce his skinny

    assistant, Adam Bell, who used to be a student at the school.
    Finally, Dr. Wynn approached the coach, standing next to him. She
    slowly evaluated us, checking out every muscle and body part on every
    individual. She made sure it was obvious she was judging us that very
    moment. Sizing us up.

    Her voice was firm, yet had a soft undertone. "As

    Coach Peterson said, my name is Dr. Tammy Wynn. You may call me
    Tammy, if you like."

    I was surprised she would allow her informal name to

    be used. It didn't match her professional, no-nonsense look,
    especially during a time when women were just beginning to demand
    more respect in the workplace. Tammy began pacing now, in between the
    line-up of boys and the two coaches.

    "I'll thank you all in advance for following

    Coach Peterson's instruction. I know, for some boys, taking direction
    from a woman may seem degrading or pointless. But if you ignore my
    instructions, you'd only be hurting yourselves. I absolutely
    guarantee every one of you will become the best version of
    yourselves, within one year of this program. That is, assuming you
    follow the demands. You will have a rigorous workout routine, and a
    strict diet. You will be strong and fit, with endurance as well as
    strength. You'll be fast, with sharper reflexes."

    To be honest, the challenge felt exciting. I was

    already in the top one percent of speed swimmers my age. If I could
    get into the top tenth of a percent, I had a shot at being the
    fastest swimmer in the world. Who doesn't want that kind of title?

    The guy standing to my left seemed more nervous about

    displaying his package than I was, and I wasn't even used to it.
    Maybe he wasn't, either, I don't know. He tried using his hands to
    obstruct the view of his penis. Dr. Wynn smiled when she passed him,
    perhaps amused or empathetic. She stopped at me, narrowing her eyes.

    "You're Ryan Feller, aren't you?"

    "Uh; yes, ma'am," I said, shocked she knew

    who I was. None of us on the team had yet identified or introduced
    ourselves. How could she know me?

    "I saw some of your film, from back home."

    "Film?" I asked. Remember, this was 1958

    and I came from a poor family.

    "I saw film footage of you competing at the '56

    Eastern Districts, and then at your state championship later that
    year. Didn't you win both?"

    "That's right," I said, blushing.

    It's a surreal experience talking to a stranger while

    you're naked, especially when it is the first time meeting them. Even
    more so (I think) when that stranger is such an attractive member of
    the opposite sex. It is also one of the curses of youth that a libido
    can be very easily triggered. As Dr. Wynn spoke to me, my cock began
    rising. Being naked in her presence was having an obvious effect. The
    boy to my right began giggling and whispered to the guy next to him.

    Dr. Wynn glanced down and saw my predicament, now

    half erect. She grinned and slowly moved her eyes back to mine. "I
    expect a lot out of you, Mr. Feller; Ryan. Do you want to break some
    more records?"

    "Yeah. yes, ma'am," I said. It was three

    quarters up now. All the boys were taking notice, giggling and
    murmuring.

    "That's enough!" yelled Coach Peterson,

    addressing the issue directly; to my horror. "It happens to all
    of you, so shut it down now! Feller, get that shit under control."

    I muttered something about trying to do just that,

    but the more I tried not thinking about it, the more I actually
    thought about it. Having this incredibly gorgeous woman ogling my
    hard cock, if even for a second, only made it harder. And she tended
    to glance down at it every few seconds. The rest of the team finally
    hushed down and formed back into a straight line. I was near the
    center, but definitely stood out. My johnson was fully raised and
    parallel to the ground.

    If I had to guess, my penis was maybe seven inches

    long. What made it unique was its girth. It was likely as big around
    as it was in length. I used to be embarrassed about showering after
    gym class back home, because I got ribbed on a lot, but I came to the
    conclusion that most of the guys just jealous. It didn't matter. I
    suppose growing up with my folks gave me a thicker skin than most.

    I remember once, in my second year, a guy named

    Victor Thompson stopped by my dorm and asked if he could touch my
    penis. He said he wanted to know how such a fat cock felt in his
    hands. I thought the request was weird and asked him to leave. Again,
    it was a different time. I reason now that this was maybe Victor's
    way of trying to experiment, sexually. He was definitely confused,
    because he struggled to bring up the subject. It took him forever to
    get to the point about why he had stopped by, but he was nervous.
    Last I heard, he married some older lady and had a miserable life
    with her.

    Anyway, back to the present memory at hand. I was

    trembling while in that line, with my cock sticking out hard as
    stone. Dr. Wynn had finally rejoined the coach and his assistant.
    They had each of us state our names and where we were from, and to
    also mention our favorite hobbies, or any notable skills. Sometimes,
    they would ask more probing questions. I prayed that wouldn't happen
    to me. My cock was still hard.

    When they got to the guy to the left of me, he said,

    "Tyler Dudson. I grew up in the Philly. Swam at Westside."

    So he should have been used to the nudity, I thought.

    "That's a good team and outfit over there, we

    know that," said Adam, nodding at the boy and then the head
    coach.

    Tyler continued, "I'm really good with

    woodworking and archery, too."

    "Oh yeah?" asked Coach Peterson. "You

    hunt?"

    "No, sir. Targets only."

    "Well, you don't know how good you really are

    until you hunt, right?"

    "I don't like killing things, sir," said

    the swimmer. He still covered his package as he answered, yet he
    spoke with assured confidence. He wasn't ashamed that he did not like
    hunting, which was considered a manly thing to do at the time. A rite
    of passage for many. Maybe it was religious reasons, or something
    else, but it was obvious the guy was prepared to be challenged on the
    issue.

    Instead, the coach shrugged and said, "Hmm."

    He then pointed to me. "You next, Woody." Several of the
    students broke up in laughter. Hadn't he mentioned something about
    respect earlier?

    Maybe I was a little too confident and full of

    myself, too, but I answered, "Ryan Feller. Wichita, Kansas. I
    have two hobbies. Swimming and winning meets. It's all I do. It's all
    I think about."

    A voice on the further end of the line mumbled, "I

    don't think it's all he thinks about."

    I blushed as the crowd erupted in laughter again, but

    I kept my head straight, as if trying not to take any notice of the
    raging boner myself. The elephant in the room. It was evident Dr.
    Wynn took some degree of pleasure in my discomfort. She gazed on my
    package, more than me or the other teammates. And I don't mean just
    glances. Nope, it was an unabashed, unfiltered, eyes-on-the-business,
    kind of confidence she had going on with it.

    Coach Peterson spoke softer to me now, "Some

    folks say you have the potential to be the fastest freestyler in the
    country. Do you think that's true?"

    At the time, I lived, ate, breathed and fucked

    swimming. It really was all I thought about. Winning had become an
    addiction. "Yes, sir," I said, standing taller. "My
    butterfly stroke is also hard to beat."

    The coach smiled, "Very well. We hope to bring

    out your best. Good luck, son."

    He moved on to the next three individuals before

    finally wrapping it up. Adam had us jump into the pool and soon, he
    and the other two were timing us and softly criticizing our
    performances amongst themselves. I did the fifty meters and the
    hundred, outpacing everyone in the group dramatically. Coach Peterson
    seemed impressed with the numbers as he wrote them on his clipboard.
    "And we haven't even started training yet," he said to
    Tammy, who gave me a wink.

    At least now my cock was not like her thumb; up in

    the air. It had dropped back to its normal resting place. Penises
    tend to shrink in water, and along with doing exercise, nature does
    its thing of protecting the balls and all.

    As I was getting out of the pool after my last run,

    Tammy stopped me. "Ryan, I would like to see you personally in
    my office tomorrow morning. Are you available?"

    "I have class at nine," I said.

    "Meet me at eight. It's in the Pilner Building,

    room 206."

    "Yes, ma'am," I said, repeating it in my

    head over and over so not to forget it.

    I think the mental exercise helped keep me

    distracted, as I didn't get hard again in front of her as she talked.
    "I'd like to put you through a slightly different program than
    the rest of the boys," she said. "It may require a couple
    extra hours out of your week. You okay with that?"

    "Yes, ma'am," I said. Anything that would

    give me an edge I would take. Sacrificing free time is what separates
    champions from the rest.

    By this time, we had been in the pool for over an

    hour. Coach Adam whistled and called us to form a line again, just as
    the door

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  • A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3
    A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3
    A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower

    In 3

    parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ►
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    Stories.



    I heard the

    tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing
    something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked
    at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked
    like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the
    shirt and handing it Tina.

    "Yeah.

    I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish
    I wasn't so fat."

    "Like I

    said last night, you aren't fat."

    "Well,

    not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from
    the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers.

    "Hey,

    you wanna get her back?"

    "Who?"

    "Linda."

    "Okay.

    How do we do that?"

    "She

    just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for
    a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so."

    "She

    might like that."

    "Maybe.

    We'll see."

    "Still

    a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She
    looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent,
    walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came
    back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes.

    I pulled on

    some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent
    and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking
    down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy."

    "Yeah?"

    "Got a

    minute."

    "Maybe,

    what's up?"

    "In a

    couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers
    completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night.
    They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front
    of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..."

    He grinned.

    "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck.
    Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came
    tromping back from the showers.

    "Sandy!

    I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into
    camp.

    "Might

    not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until
    you stood there and made yourself come for me."

    "What?"

    "You

    were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice
    night, now it's your turn."

    "Wait,

    why would they do..."

    "They

    didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the
    way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was
    in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us
    something."

    "They're

    really not going to let me in until I do?"

    "That's

    what I said."

    "Oh

    shit."

    "What

    was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to
    really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself
    come," I called to her.

    "That s

    the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

    "It

    seems fair," I answered.

    She walked

    to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our
    campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp
    chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the
    oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount
    of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt.
    "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and
    stroked her cunt lips.

    "Very

    nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?"

    "Wouldn't

    you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip
    between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

    "I can

    guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered.

    "Sometimes

    it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit
    here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered
    in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't
    mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she
    whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one
    nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his
    fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my
    clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing
    a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants
    and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd
    fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her
    fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving
    between my legs and pushing it right into me."

    I could tell

    she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye,
    Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let
    her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her.

    "Oh

    yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and
    out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he
    wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling
    my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push
    it right into me," she moaned.

    Tina got up

    quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and
    then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock
    and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda
    pictured her neighbor fucking her.

    "Yeah.

    In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so
    often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with
    my cunt and shove your cock in me."

    "Uh,"

    Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me
    penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching.
    Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in
    watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled
    out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by
    inch.

    "That's

    it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours
    what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and
    out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out
    of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking
    her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled
    her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading
    them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our
    guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a
    second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda.

    The two of

    them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his
    landing all over her shuddering spasming body.

    "Oh

    fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock
    into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers.

    "Jesus!

    Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum
    splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back.

    "Who

    fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt
    and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands
    and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come
    again," she moaned softly.

    "Jesus,"

    Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum
    off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower."

    I grinned

    and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze
    and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It
    seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she
    bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel
    road towards the shower house.

    "Tell

    me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention
    to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from
    last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble
    which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock.

    "So

    they're naked," he answered.

    "And

    that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the
    camper?"

    "I

    didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at."

    "I'd do

    that to you."

    "What?"

    "Strip

    and fuck you like that, if you'd let me."

    "Why

    would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?"

    "What?

    You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?"

    "I

    didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?"

    "The

    hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna
    try that again?"

    I was glad

    that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a
    hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction.

    "Just

    that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the
    hole even deeper.

    "Really?

    You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy
    woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?"

    "I'm

    just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as
    he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself.

    "Maybe

    we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to
    climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs
    trembled.

    "Oh,

    fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but
    just enjoying the orgasm washing over her.

    Looking past

    Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off.
    In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her
    body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me,
    showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there
    for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but
    stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me.
    "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she
    asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body
    is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?"

    Tina looked

    around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again.
    She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the
    camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road.

    "Well

    now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me.
    She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it
    as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy
    to you? Sexy enough to fuck?"

    "With

    your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

    "I

    didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy
    enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would
    you wanna fuck me?"

    I chuckled,

    understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you
    walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be
    happy to."

    She winked

    at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate
    and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her
    the night before. "You mean like this?"

    I got up

    from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her
    legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her
    tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like
    that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock.

    "How

    about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take
    care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a
    truck. Better not miss the chance."

    "Right

    there, in public like this?"

    "This

    guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and
    pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her
    lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or
    should I let him push this right into me?"

    "You

    wouldn't," he responded.

    "Gary,

    you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!"

    "You

    wouldn't," he repeated.

    I could see

    the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me
    to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to
    slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to
    slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into
    action. "Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over
    here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this.
    You better take advantage while you can."

    "In

    public like this?" he asked again, still not moving.

    "Honey,

    I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch
    into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to
    let him put it all the way in." He didn't move from the road and she
    pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her.
    "Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not
    worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?"

    He finally

    moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a
    smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and
    fished out his cock.

    "Drop

    your pants honey. I don't wanna get

    33 min
  • A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 2
    A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 2
    Accosted by a cougar, then a night with a virgin.

    In 3

    parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ►
    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    After an

    impromptu lapdance of sorts at my campsite, Neighboring camper, Naomi;
    spontaneously impaled herself on my cock while in the throes of a massive
    orgasm. Then she dared me to walk buck naked with her for the couple hundred yards
    along the curving road of the K O A campground, toward the women s' shower
    house. The pool s distant yard light was the only real light other than the
    moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if
    this were perfectly normal.

     I

    chuckled as we stepped into the shower building s entry light. She opened the
    door, and I could hear a shower running, meaning we weren't going to be alone.
    "This isn't a good idea," I whispered.

    "Come

    on. She'll be long gone by the time we're done," she whispered back,
    pulling on my arm to drag me into the shower house. We looked down the line of
    shower stalls and she pulled me all the way to the end one, past the one that
    was already in use.

    Several

    minutes later, Naomi having just enjoyed a shower climax from behind, she
    repositioned behind me and I prepared for whatever surprises she offered.

     After

    about 30 seconds under the hot shower and no touches, I turned around &
    found her gone, and so was my towel!

    "Shit,"

    I swore quietly, quickly rinsing myself off. I stepped out of the shower stall,
    realizing I had nothing at all to cover myself with, not even my towel. I and
    my turgid cock stepped out of the changing room portion into the aisle that led
    past all the stalls just as one of the other stalls opened.

     A

    middle-aged woman stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body. She froze,
    the shower stall door held open, blocking the aisle so I couldn't get past as I
    stood dripping with my hard cock sticking out at her. She stared at me for long
    seconds before her eyes traveled down to my hard-on sticking out lewdly at her.
    She stood for even longer seconds, staring at me, before she looked up at me
    and seductively grinned.

    "Ladies

    room? That's brave," she said, not making any move to close the door so I
    could get past.

    "It was

    a friendly bet," I answered lamely.

    "Did

    you win or lose?"

    "Somehow

    I think I lost."

    "It

    sure sounded like your friend didn't," she said with a knowing grin.

    "Um...

    yeah, she didn't."

      That

    was great to listen to, while I enjoyed my shower. Thank you! I could loan you
    one of my towels?"

    "That

    would be great," I answered.

    "Come,

    and take it off of me, if you want it, big boy." She smirked.

    "Umm.

    You're sure?"

    "Oh

    yeah," she said, stepping a little closer to me, but still holding the
    door so it blocked the path past her.

    I stepped

    closer to her and gently pulled the towel where it was wrapped around her
    breasts. As I pulled it, it unwound from around her, leaving her naked. She had
    big soft, pendulous natural tits and a considerably-sized bush of curls on her
    mound, but otherwise a surprisingly trim body for an older woman, well, at
    least older than me.

    "Oh

    darn. Now I don't have anything to wear," she said, stepping towards me,
    her hand leaving the door but now her whole body blocking my path. "But
    I'm willing to let you borrow it, for a price."

    "A

    price?"

    She grinned.

    "Listening to you and your friend was pretty stimulating. Let's just say
    that if I'm going to get that satisfied, it'd have to be here. You interested in
    cooling the fire you started in my cunt?"

    "You

    want to have sex with me?"

    "Maybe,"

    she said, pressing both hands to my chest and gently pushing me back towards
    the shower stall I'd come out of. She gently pushed me back into it and didn't stop
    until I was in the shower portion. She turned around and pulled the bench out
    from the wall and bent over it, pushing her ass out at me. She wiggled her ass
    side to side expectantly, pushing back until her ass cheeks rubbed against my
    hard on. "So why don't you see what you can do with that."

    I had to

    admit that I was pretty turned on the way Naomi had left me hanging, so who was
    I to argue. I grabbed my cock and rubbed my engorged head up and down her
    surprisingly wet slit, her copious inner lips spreading around me as I settled
    my head into the entrance to her vagina. I slowly pushed my head into her,
    letting her body expand around me.

    "Oh

    damn," she moaned softly. "Just so you know...I've never done
    anything like this before."

    "What,

    had sex with a strange man?"

    "Had

    sex with any man other than my husband," she moaned as I stroked into her
    in short little strokes, working more of my cock into her, as her juices
    lubricated my shaft.

    "Well,

    I hope it won't be a disappointment," I said softly as I started stroking
    into her. I slid almost all the way out and then thrust back in, jamming my
    cock all the way in until my thighs slapped her bare ass. I reached down past
    her body and cupped both her tits, capturing them from swinging. I alternately
    pinched and twisted both nipples and squeezed her big soft tits, while I
    pounded my cock in and out of her.

    "Oh

    damn," she moaned over and over as I plunged into her, the feeling of my
    growing need racing towards climax. "Oh damn. I think...oh shit. I'm
    cumming," she squeaked loudly as her body shuddered and then stiffened,
    the only indication of her orgasm was the stiffness of her body and the
    squeezing of her vaginal walls around me. It was only half a dozen more strokes
    before I began to empty into her, my body jamming my shaft fully into her and
    spurting a gush of cum deep in her cunt. The two of us stayed there, panting,
    feeling my cock jerking and twitching deep inside her for almost a full minute
    before she pulled herself off my shaft. She stood up and turned around to face
    me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. She pressed her
    lips to mine in a long wet kiss. "Thank you," she whispered before
    letting go of me. She stepped back and walked out of the little stall. I
    followed a moment later, pulling the dropped towel from the floor and wrapping
    it around my waist. She'd stepped into the cubicle she was in previously and
    stood, with the door still open blocking the aisle, pulling on a pair of
    underwear.

    "So,

    you had something else to wear."

    "Guilty.

    I was actually standing here, fingering myself when I heard her go by. I
    guessed she left you hanging. I didn't know you didn't have anything to wear. I
    was just taking a chance at catching you before you left. I'm glad you
    didn't," she said as she pulled a thin nightshirt over her head, the hem
    falling down well past her ass. She stepped towards me again and reached up to
    wrap her arms around me. She pressed her tits to my chest and then her lips to
    mine. "I may need to come back and shower again in the morning," she
    whispered. "If you happen to still be around, maybe you could help me wash
    my hair?"

    I chuckled.

    "We'll see," I whispered back before gently pushing her hips back to
    disengage us. She nodded and stepped far enough out to close the door after she
    picked up her little shower caddy. The two of us walked out of the shower house
    together and down the road. We stopped at my campsite, and she tugged the towel
    off of me. She tossed it over her shoulder to free her hand, which reached down
    to find my cock and stroke it.

    "I wish

    I had time to throw you on the ground and ride you," she whispered as she
    stepped closer to me, pressing her shirt covered tits against my bare chest.

    "Still

    horny?" I asked softly as I slipped my arms around her, reaching down with
    my hands to squeeze her ass.

    "Surprisingly,

    yes," she answered a little breathlessly.

    I grinned

    and used my fingers to bunch up her night shirt until I had my hands on her
    panties. I slipped my hands up enough to get my fingers into them and then pushed
    them down, forcing the material down over her ass. She let me kneel in front of
    her, my hands dragging her underwear down her legs as I did. I knelt in front
    of her and coaxed her to lift her right foot, pulling the panties off over it
    and then the left. Before she could set her left foot back down, I pulled it to
    hook over my shoulder. I pushed the hem of the shirt up enough to expose her
    curl covered mound and then leaned my face towards her, gently kissing her
    thigh and then her cunt lips. I used my fingers to tease her lips apart and
    then licked slowly up her slit to her now exposed clit.

    "Oh

    fuck." She shivered as my tongue teased her clit, flicking over and around
    her hard nub. We stood there for long minutes, my tongue dipping between her
    lips as far back as I could reach before sliding up to her clit again. I
    shifted one hand under her ass to help hold her up, allowing two fingers to
    stick slightly into her exposed tunnel. I pulled away and looked up at her, her
    hands still holding onto my head and stroking my short hair. I unhooked her leg
    from my shoulder, a look of disappointment crossing her face in the tree
    filtered moonlight. I grabbed the towel from the ground where it had fallen and
    stood up. It only took me a moment to pull her the few feet to the tailgate of
    the truck. I put the towel on it and then pulled her to the tailgate. I pushed
    the night shirt up, letting her lift her arms for me to pull it all the way off
    before I pushed her back against the tailgate.

    She leaned

    back, propping herself up with her elbows as I lifted her legs, her ass half
    hanging off the edge of the gate. I stepped between her legs and let go of one
    leg to grab my again hard cock. "This what you want?" I whispered in
    the dark as I rubbed my head up and down her slit.

    "Oh

    yes," she hissed softly, closing her eyes as I pressed my head between her
    lips and into her vagina. "Oh God yes," she moaned as I pressed
    deeper. I started to push in and out, my short strokes lengthening as her
    juices lubricated me. In and out I stroked my cock as I moved my hand around
    her thigh, trapping her leg between my arm and my chest. I held her leg high in
    the air as I pumped in and out of her, my fingers now stroking her lips around
    her excited clit. I pressed my thumb between her lips to rub little circles on
    her clit, her soft delicate cunt lips closing around my thumb as she panted for
    breath. Her orgasm raced towards climax as my fat head stroked and caressed her
    tender vaginal walls and my thumb continued to tease her hard excited clit. I
    slid my left hand up her body to capture one of her wildly rolling tits,
    squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple gently between my thumb and finger. I
    twisted her nipple as I continued to assault her cunt, driving harder into her
    as her orgasm started to approach its pinnacle.

    "Oh

    shit!" she squeaked loudly as her whole body seemed to dissolve in
    shudders and trembles. I continued stroking into her, trying to drive her
    climax as high and as long as I could. My thrusting cock pushed and teased her climax
    for nearly a full minute before she reached down and pressed her fingers
    against my stomach to stop my strokes. "Oh my God. Enough," she
    moaned softly. "Oh Lord what an orgasm."

    "Glad

    you enjoyed it," I answered, letting her leg down. I helped her sit up, my
    hard cock still in her cunt as she pulled herself towards me. "I better
    go. Gary is going to get worried about me."

    "I

    understand," I whispered as I picked up her nightshirt and helped her put
    it back on. She held herself tight to me, her legs wrapped around mine, holding
    my still hard cock inside her as long as possible. With a soft sigh she let her
    legs loose of mine and I stepped back, pulling from inside her.

    "God, I

    hate to leave a cock like that," she said with a grin. "But I guess
    I'll just have to find a way to get Gary to fuck me like this."

    "Try

    taking him to the women's showers. Being naughty is a huge turn on for most
    guys. If he happens to see another naked woman at the same time, just think
    what that might do for you two."

    "He

    might just like that," she giggled. "Wonder if I can find a way to
    let him see someone without him knowing I know? I bet I could get Betty to
    flash him."

    "Now

    you're thinking naughty," I chuckled as I helped her off the tailgate. She
    collected her towel and panties and then leaned to me to kiss me before walking
    silently off into the night.

    I watched

    her walk off into the night before heading to my tent. I unzipped the door and
    then bent to close it back again. With all the windows still open, I crawled
    onto the big queen-sized air mattress that took up most of the tent. "Holy
    shit!" I cried in surprise when I touched something on the bed I wasn't
    expecting. I jumped up and frantically felt around for the little LED light
    that hung from the ceiling hook. I turned it on and saw the brunette from the
    camper across the way laying on my air mattress, completely naked, covering her
    eyes from the light. "What the hell?" I asked with a bit quieter
    voice as my pounding heart slowly put itself back in my chest.

    "Hi,"

    she said, moving one hand from her eyes with a nervous wave.

    "What

    the hell are you doing here? And what the hell are you doing naked in my
    tent?"

    "I...Um....I'm..."

    "Come

    on. Get up and go back home," I said, reaching a hand out towards her.
    "I'm ready for some sleep."

    "I

    can't," she said quietly. "I'm locked out."

    "Well...Get

    dressed or something."

    "Can't

    do that either. I don't have any clothes."

    "No

    clothes?" I asked, looking around and realizing that my duffel bag and all
    the sheets and blankets were missing as well. "Shit! Whose hair-brained
    idea was this? Those two sisters?" I asked angrily. She made a face that
    left me to believe I was right. "And Naomi? She was supposed to keep me
    busy while they did this?"

    "Sorta.

    But it wasn't her idea. They said if she didn't, they'd tell her mom that she'd
    been drinking with you."

    "And

    that's a horrible thing? Drinking with me? Not having sex with a strange
    man?"

    "It is

    if you come from a teetotaling family. Don't even get started on how they feel
    about her having sex."

    "Jesus,"

    I swore quietly.

    "Oh

    yeah. Definitely."

    "No. I

    mean... never mind. So why you? I guess I'm supposed to have sex with
    you?"

    "Let's

    just say that...well...I haven't been with a lot of guys."

    "So?"

    "So, I

    haven't been with a lot of guys, like at all."

    "So?"

    "So,

    Linda and Sandy are determined to get me laid on this trip," she answered.

    "And

    I'm their current target?"

    "Well,

    you have to admit, you did respond to the teases."

    "Which

    you started."

    "Yeah,

    I did. I didn't honestly think you'd pay any attention, let alone stand out
    there with your cock like that."

    "Yeah,

    well, I'm a sucker for big tits," I answered. "Now what?"

    34 min
  • A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1
    A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1
    Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet.

    In 3

    parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ►
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    It was

    definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I
    spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day
    climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the
    electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money,
    and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer
    married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of
    living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found
    someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each
    week from my paycheck.

    I didn't

    even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in
    a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce,
    stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road
    weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one
    hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money
    tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically
    demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the
    strain for too many more years.

    Sex, well,

    that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for
    business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously
    ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets.
    I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There
    was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with;
    and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry
    about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my
    ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck
    around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police.

    But vacation

    for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply
    didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get
    to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or
    objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from
    attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of
    the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp
    sites in little out of the way state parks.

    That was

    what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the
    desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with
    the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I
    was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed
    a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck
    dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was
    almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the
    sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words,
    "after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if
    it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her
    bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple
    piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup
    breasts.

    After

    sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced
    each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as
    I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we
    were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her
    hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a
    gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree
    that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while
    we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the
    momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that
    moment.

    I'll always

    wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak
    and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent.

    Tonight, it

    was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those
    big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it
    had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about
    half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of
    frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off
    alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain
    rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead
    I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away.

    I frowned to

    myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small
    tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and
    light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings
    as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going
    out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled
    completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path
    and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach
    towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was
    sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper
    and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining.
    Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't
    middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be
    late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three
    younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with
    a middle-age housewife, but then...

    I settled by

    the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my
    book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the
    three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a
    small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair,
    small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any
    means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice
    ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the
    tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore
    a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I
    suspected not.

    I sat,

    reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were
    having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I
    started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken".

    "I bet

    he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder.

    "But if

    he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something.

    "Then

    she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the
    three was talking.

    Almost

    suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled
    the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped
    breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she
    typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of
    each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She
    held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over
    her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face
    with her hands in apparent embarrassment.

    "He

    definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her
    hands from her face.

    "Well,

    sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to
    miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other.

    "Well,

    it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as
    she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road
    separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on,
    showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely
    across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably
    longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk
    back to the fire pit in their campsite.

    "You

    didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to
    hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was,
    reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing
    down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for
    several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass.

    "That

    better?" she asked over her shoulder.

    "I

    wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy
    the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts.

    "Oh

    really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?"

    "Well,

    seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her
    tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?"

    "All

    the way as in, to my ankles?"

    I chuckled.

    "That's all the way."

    She said

    something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde
    nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side
    significantly.

    "We're

    talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying
    something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally
    accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road.
    "We will if you do."

    I was a

    little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you
    mine" since I was a teenager. I thought about it for a few seconds.
    "Kind of public for that, isn't it?"

    "Well,

    if you're scared..."

    "Honey,

    scared isn't in my vocabulary. I climb windmills for a living."

    "Well

    then? Unless you don't have anything to show off..."

    I chuckled

    again. "Tell me, what do you do for a living?"

    "Wouldn't

    you like to know?" she answered with a smile, pulling her shirt up again;
    enough to expose one of her breasts.

    "Okay.

    If you're not afraid of public, strip for me then. All the way."

    "I will

    if you do." The bold blonde offered.

    "And if

    I do? Just how long will you stand there naked?" I tested her resolve.

    "As

    long as you do, providing you don't do anything like touch your cock or try to
    cross the road."

    "Hmm, afraid

    of me being some kind of a pervert or rapist or something?" I decided to
    speak to her fears.

    "Something,"

    she said. "So?"

    "Well,

    seems a little unfair for your friends to get a free show." I upped the
    ante.

    "Oh,

    they'll be putting up too, but not completely naked. That'll be me. Just like
    you suggested. Or don't you think you have enough to impress us?"

    "Honey,

    if you wanna see me naked, I'm game. You wouldn't be the first woman I've been
    naked in public, with in the last few years. So, bring it on!" I said as I
    stood up, my already-hard cock tenting out my shorts significantly. I was
    suddenly glad I'd decided to wear just the shorts without my briefs.

    "Come

    on girls. Time to put up."

    "I

    don't believe I'm doing this," the brunette said quietly as she got up and
    walked towards the road with her two friends. They stopped across the narrow
    gravel road in the growing gloom and waited for me to reach the same trail.

    The blonde

    pulled her shirt up and off and dropped it on the ground at her feet and then
    stood, waiting for me to respond. "Your turn?"

    I grinned at

    her and then pushed my shorts down, letting it drag my shaft down and then pop
    free, snapping back upwards and slapping my pelvis with a gentle splat.
    "Good enough?" I asked as I stood with my feet spread enough to let
    my full sack swing low and free.

    "Shit,"

    the blonde whispered as she reached for her shorts. She pushed them down and
    stepped out of them as she stared at my rock hardness, bouncing slightly with
    my heartbeat. Her tits were small and perky. Her entire body was completely
    tanned with only a hint of a tiny bikini line around each nipple and her
    completely shaved mound and teenage-looking snatch. She looked damn hot, and I
    wondered if she tanned naked outside or in a tanning bed. She stood naked for
    long seconds, staring at me before turning to her friends. "Come on you
    two. You agreed," she said as she stepped her feet slightly further apart.
    One hand slid up her body to her tits and squeezed one nipple while the other
    slipped down between her legs to stroke her fingers across her glistening lips.

    The other

    blonde pushed her shorts to her knees, exposing a nearly identical cunt, only
    with a small patch of blonde curls on her mound and a more definite white patch
    on her cunt and mound. She pulled her shirt up and held it above her tits. The
    brunette was considerably slower. She pushed her panties down to her thighs,
    pushing them barely low enough to expose her snatch and the creamy white
    triangle that was running between her legs. I could just see a little of her
    cunt as she held her thighs pressed together, limiting my view. She pulled her
    shirt up again, exposing a pair of easily full C cup maybe even D cup tits. The
    white around her breasts clearly said she wore a conservative bikini when she
    was outside and appeared quite shy about her body.

    "Jesus,"

    the second blonde said, staring at my cock. "Can I touch it?"

    I chuckled.

    "I thought your sister, it is your sister, right? I thought your sister
    was worried about me touching you ladies."

    "I don't

    mind if you don't mind," she said as she walked across the maybe fifteen
    feet of gravel between us. She reached out for my cock and wrapped her hand
    around me, gripping my hard-on. "Damn! I can't even get my whole hand
    around it," she said as I gently reached up and teased one of her nipples.
    She stroked her hand on it a few times, running it all the way to my engorged
    head before sliding it all the way back to my balls again.

    "You

    wanna play with it or fuck it?" I whispered, getting more turned on by the
    second, between her hand slowly stroking me, my fingers teasing her nipple, her
    sister fingering herself a few yards away and the sight of those big tits on
    the brunette girl. "You wanna come touch it too?" I asked looking
    right at the brunette.

    "Oh God.

    No. I couldn't. I mean. No," she said, dropping her shirt and pulling her
    shorts up as she practically ran to the camper and disappeared inside. That
    seemed to be the end of the game as the brave blonde let go of my cock, dropped
    her shirt and pulled her shorts up before backing away from me and then turning
    and walking back to the camper as well.

    "You?"

    said to the more boisterous blonde observer.

    "Sorry.

    I only flash. I don't fuck strangers," the naked blonde said as she picked
    up her shorts and walked back to the fire pit. She stood there, her ass pointed
    at me in the growing darkness and pulled on her shorts, giving me a quick look
    at her cunt from behind. I pulled my own pants up, walked back to the truck and
    dug out a lantern. I pumped up the gas and lit the mantle. I set it on the
    tailgate before pulling out a beer and returning to my chair, somewhat
    disappointed that it hadn't gone further than it had, given she was standing
    there stroking my cock. I wouldn't have minded one bit if she wanted to get
    fucked.

    I looked

    over and saw only the first blonde sitting by the fire, so I slouched back in
    my camp chair, rested my feet on a big rock, & went back to reading my
    book.

    "Hey

    Linda!" I heard a voice say as a pair of feet crunched in the gravel.

    "Naomi!

    You missed all the

    36 min
  • Guide For Deflowering A Man
    Guide For Deflowering A Man
    Former fundamentalist begins her ministry to virgin men.

    By April601.

    Listen to the ►
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    In my early 20’s I dated a guy named Terry. He was a

    nice enough guy, very respectful and polite. He was my age and not the typical
    bad guy type that for some reason I seemed to attract or was it I was attracted
    to?

    I began dating him and soon realized he was on the more

    serious side. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he could hold my attention
    for more than a couple of dates.

    After somewhat of a wild start to my sexual journey I

    reached a point of self-respect and I had established a few ground rules for
    myself that I tried to follow. The first rule being that I tried not having sex
    on the first date! Well, I tried anyway; bless my heart. If I managed to get by
    that crucial rule, I had made up a few more hypothetical rules.

    1. First dates were limited to heavy kissing only.
    2. Second dates limited to touching, exploring. I would allow
      3. my date to touch my breasts and I would go no further than rubbing his
      groin thru his pants.
    3. Third dates maybe a hand job.
    4. Fourth dates possibly a blowjob, and
    5. If we made it the fifth date there were no limits.

      6. I thought these were reasonable limits for semi-nice girls,

      which I considered myself as being. If you haven’t heard how I was still
      a naive, shelter, fundamentalist virgin when
      an older married man deflowered me, we’ll need to have that
      conversation; because it explains a lot of my personal journey and progression
      toward sexual awareness of myself. It also added to my empathy for others with
      retarded sexual awareness in adulthood.

      I remember telling several of my dates these rules but

      honestly, I don’t ever recall a time when I was able to really stick to
      them; except with Terry.

      My first date with Terry ended with us just kissing and

      making out in his car. It was all pretty tame and controlled overall. He was
      polite and seemed to respect the limits and restrictions I was trying to
      follow.

      Some guys are just terrified of sexual intimacy; and need encouragement

      and affirmation. Some guys are raised to think that all women view sex as dirty
      male desires, that women inwardly abhor, and only tolerate in marriage
      arrangements.

      After our second date we again began to make out in his car.

      As things started to heat up with Terry, I reached into his pants to do an
      assessment of his manhood. I liked what I felt as it appeared to be a good size
      and worthy of a third date. Never being the patient type, I unzipped his pants
      and pulled out his cock. Yes, I know; I broke my second date rule.

      As I began to play with my new toy, Terry stopped me and

      said he had something important to tell me. Really? I’m stroking your
      cock, and you want to stop and talk? This was a first for me.

      He sheepishly told me he was a virgin! What! Really! He now

      had my attention. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I thought maybe he was
      playing games to entice me into having sex with him. He was a good-looking guy
      but a bit on the shy side, so maybe I could see it. I guess I must have overreacted
      as he immediately went limp. I apologized and that was pretty much the end of
      the date.

      I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this good or bad?

      Should I go on a third date or run?

      The next day I called my friend Jenny. She always had

      answers. I told her everything and wanted her take on the situation. Not to be
      mean but we did have a good laugh over it. Jenny had never been with a virgin
      before either. We both pondered over it and the more we discussed it the more
      intrigued we both became. We jokingly came up with the term “Virgin
      Boy.” But his sudden limpness was a result of my failure. He needed me to
      help him overcome his insecurity, and I’d just magnified it, instead. I
      owed him a do-over, if he’d even let me have another chance.

      Jenny pointed out that guys think about sex hundreds of

      times a day. So if I were his first, he would probably then think of me every
      day for the rest of his life. Wow what an emotionally powerful thought that
      was.

      “Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has

      sex with. You will always be remembered as ‘The One’,“ she
      said. “The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to
      him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married;
      when he is 40 and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets
      old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of
      his very first time.”

      The more we talked about it the more we realized what a

      great opportunity this was. I think the thought of taking his virginity was
      turning us both on. By the end of the evening with Jenny, it was decided I
      would be his first.

      But we also agreed that it had to be special, not just a

      quick hump in the car. This was becoming a huge responsibility for me. I had to
      do it right. It had to be extra special. I felt an obligation to make it
      special.

      Jenny was dying to meet Terry so when he called for a third

      date, I told him my friend Jenny would be joining us. We all met at a bar and
      Jenny loved him. She gave me her approval but also had a suggestion. “How
      about for his first time he has a threesome with both of us? How special and
      memorable would that be!” I had threesomes with Jenny before during
      vacations, so it wasn’t out of the question. I told her I would have to
      think about it. I did have concerns, though.

      A threesome sounded like a great idea but I knew that Terry

      would end up remembering Jenny and not me. Jenny was a bombshell. She was
      gorgeous and outgoing. Bigger curves, cute as fuck, guys were drawn to her like
      a magnet, that’s one of the reasons I loved hanging around with Jenny.
      She could be overbearing also. Sure, Terry would love to have sex with Jenny
      but what about me? What about me being “the one”?

      As the weeks went on, I was doing my best to refrain from

      sex with Terry. He was cute and nice but really, he wasn’t anything
      special, he was just too serious for me. But Terry was a virgin, and this made
      him special to me. Taking his virginity was all I could think of. If he
      wasn’t a virgin, I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a third
      date. He was in my head or was it his virginity that was in my head. I was
      determined to take his virginity.

      Up until this point I had dated older guys, and I was having

      sex on a fairly regular basis. With Terry I was not doing well without sex.
      Terry thought I was the good girl type by not having sex. Yes, I was sweet and
      innocent looking. But the lack of sex and the erotic thoughts about taking a
      young man’s virginity were driving me crazy. Self-gratification
      definitely increased during this waiting period.

      I finally told Jenny that I wanted Terry for myself. I

      wanted him to remember me, not ‘Jenny and that other girl’. Besides
      it was me going without sex all these weeks. I needed his full attention. Jenny
      seemed a bit disappointed, but she understood.

      Jenny and I came up with a plan. As both Terry and I still

      lived at home I suggested a weekend away in Niagara Falls. The honeymoon
      capital of North America, how appropriate was that?

      Terry agreed and I was so excited. How could I make this

      special event even better?

      Leading up to the weekend, I daydreamed how it all would

      play out. Would he ejaculate before we even start? Should I tease him or maybe
      just jump him? What should I wear? It was all I could think of. I was horny as
      hell in anticipation.

      I bought a new nightie for the occasion. There really

      wasn’t much to it. It was short, sheer, and low cut, not much left to the
      imagination.

      The day finally came. The long drive to Niagara Falls was

      filled with sexual tension. We chatted and joked during the drive, but my mind
      was racing. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I don’t think I
      ever thought about an impending sexual act as much as I did with Terry. I tried
      to rationalize it, after all we all lose our virginity at one point, but
      psychologically this had become a big deal for me. Maybe because my virginity
      was taken from me by a man ten years older than me that was only concerned
      about his own sexual gratification.

      Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was my responsibility

      to make sure Terry’s loss of his virginity was a memorable and wonderful
      experience. Dam I was so thoughtful.

      We arrived at our destination and checked into a cheap

      motel. I will always remember the name “The Rainbow Motel.” Terry
      was eager to begin and began groping me as soon as we entered the room but I
      quickly put a stop to it. I had a plan; this was going to be a slow seduction.
      We unpacked, freshened up, and went to get a bite to eat. No alcohol for either
      of us, I wanted him to remember this special night.

      Once we got back to the room, we sat on the edge of the bed

      and started kissing. As things began to heat up I told him to get naked and in
      bed. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of
      the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look.

      I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so

      that he could see everything that was about to happen to him.

      I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like

      a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he
      wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer,
      so I wasn’t hiding anything.

      I slowly pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed with

      him. His cock was standing to full attention as he lay there. I could see he
      trimmed his hairs for the occasion. How sweet.

      I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. I squeezed

      it tight as I stared at it. I could feel the pulsating blood as it gushed
      through his veins. I felt a sense of power as his virgin cock throbbed in my
      tight grasp. After many weeks of planning and anticipation the time had finally
      come. His virginity was in my hand. No pun intended.

      I slowly began stroking him. I was very conscious of the

      possibility of him pre-ejaculating to my touch. I proceeded with caution. I
      didn’t want to over stimulate him. As I stoked him, I could hear his
      breathing picking up. I slowed down and began to coach him. I wanted this to
      last. I was in total control, and I loved the feeling it gave me.

      I had thought it best to proceed and give him his first

      blowjob before he exploded in my hand. I slowly and seductively began kissing
      and licking his beautiful cock. Exploring his balls with my tiny fingers. I
      slowly lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and began slowly bobbing up
      and down, taking more of him inside of my mouth with every stroke. He was doing
      great and by now I was getting right into it. I began stroking and sucking his
      cock vigorously. I then moved down and began sucking and licking his balls.
      Placing first one them both in my mouth as I stroked him hard and fast.

      I was hot and horny as hell by now and he was getting the

      full treatment. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I wanted to swallow his
      first blowjob load. This was all part of my plan.

      Despite my best efforts he wasn’t ejaculating! This

      was not what I was expecting but I carried on.

      It was finally time for me to take his virginity. I was so

      wet with anticipation. I pulled my nightie off, so I was completely naked for
      him, my plump tits swayed and jiggled to his visual delight, as I straddled
      him. I was going to make this special for him. I already had decided I
      wasn’t going to use any protection to diminish the feeling, bareback
      only. I wanted him to feel just how good sex can be. I proceeded to mount his
      stiff rod. Ever so slowly, I wanted him to feel every inch of me as I slowly
      lowered myself onto his hard throbbing cock. I was soaking wet as I easily
      engulfed his entire cock deep inside of me. He grabbed and squeezed my swaying
      breasts. My nipples were swollen and erect. I was primed and ready.

      Slowly I began riding him. I was taking it slow and easy, as

      I didn’t want him to cum too fast. It felt so good to have his cock
      inside of me. The thought of finally taking his virginity was too much. He had
      barely entered me and immediately began having an orgasm. I shook and quivered
      as I began riding him faster. Oh my god! it was me that was pre-ejaculating and
      not him. Terry thrust deeply and pulled on my nipples as I let out a deep moan.

      I was still deeply implanted on top of Terry as I regained

      my composer. He was still rock hard, so I continued to ride him. Soon I was
      riding him like crazy. I was bouncing on him like wild as he had a tight hold
      of my hips thrusting me down on his cock. He was giving it to me right back to
      me. I was riding him so hard and violently I was pretty sure something was
      going to break. Was it going to be the bed or his cock?

      He wasn’t ejaculating. I was so aroused about taking

      his virginity I came once again. This time was even more powerful than the
      first. My whole body shook as I had violent spasms. I let out a loud deep moan
      as I had an orgasmic eruption. In my twenties it was very rare that I climaxed
      so having two orgasms on the first go was incredibly rare for me. My juices
      were flowing. I needed a good fuck after going without for so long and he was
      giving it to me.

      Then it hit me…what’s going on here? If he

      really is a virgin why hasn’t he ejaculated yet? I was convinced he had
      done this before. This couldn’t possibly be his first time. Was I being
      doped? He just kept fucking me hard and fast. Eventually I had to stop. I was
      confused and yes maybe even a bit angry for being lied to. “You said you
      were a virgin. why aren’t you cumming?”

      He apologized and explained he was used to very frequent

      masturbating, and this felt; well, different. It felt great, but just
      different. I suppose that is possible? He seemed to have no idea that frequent
      jacking off could diminish his responsiveness with a woman. I could tell by the
      look on his face he was telling the truth. I also realized that a
      frequently-masterbating man performs better when he can stroke a pussie fast,
      furious, & freely; so I should not be riding cowgirl, tonight.

      After a bit of hugging and kissing, I went back to work and

      started with a nice long blowjob. I was determined not to stop until I
      swallowed his load. I encouraged him to stroke his cock while I sucked his
      bulbous tip and manipulated his balls. With his assistance we finally had him
      cumming in my mouth and he gave me a huge load to swallow. Hurrah, success at
      last. I was proud of myself. His confidence was restored and still rising.

      I sucked and swallowed every last drop and even licked him

      clean. This was his first time, and I was being extra nice to him. I was making
      it special. I wanted to set the standard high for all future blowjobs. A
      standard that every other woman he slept with had to be compared to. Yeah, I
      gave him a great first blowjob!

      Once he recovered, he mounted me missionary style and we

      both watched as he slowly entered me. We both began moving in rhythm as he
      fucked me.

      I began encouraging him to fuck me harder, I could tell he

      was getting worked up and it wouldn’t be much longer now. He loved the
      nasty language I used as I assured him of his prowess. He loved hearing how
      much my pussie loved his cock inside me. His self-confidence was naturally very
      fragile, being a virgin in his twenties. I needed to unleash the beast in him,
      and I knew he needed my affirmations to get there.

      As he was getting close, I told him to cum inside of me,

      that I wanted to feel his warm cum deep inside of me. He came hard and fast. I
      screamed out “yes! Oh, my, god; yes” as he filled me up with his
      warm virgin cum.

      He made me work for it, but his virginity was finally mine.

      I will always be remembered as, “The One,” that will be remembered.
      I think I was thrilled more than him.

      That weekend we had sex 20 more times. Yes, I kept count, 20

      more times. We were like newlyweds. Terry just couldn’t get enough, and I
      never refused him. We tried several positions, failed at a few, and even
      laughed together at our lack of gymnastic acumen. There was no way he would
      ever forget me after that weekend.

      When I got home on Sunday night, I swear I was walking

      bowlegged. I was exhausted and sore. I couldn’t wait to tell Jenny. I
      felt such a sense of accomplishment.

      I was hooked on the sense of power, control, and the

      adrenalin rush I had felt.

      • The planning, anticipation, and buildup of finally taking
        • his virginity.
      • The epic orgasm I had felt when I finally had his cock
        • inside of me.
      • The psychological pleasure I felt, knowing I was forever
        • special to someone.
      • That this memory would never be forgotten by either one of
        • us.

        I wanted to do it again; I couldn’t stop thinking about

        it. I wanted to experience another virgin boy.

        Since then, I have experienced several virgin boys. I will

        share my adventures about deflowering them, in time.

        PS, I continued to date Terry for a couple of months

        afterwards. During that time he became quite proficient at sex. I was thrilled
        to be the experienced woman that taught him all about sex. It was quite a rush.

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        Literotica

        21 min
      • Touching Toni: Part 2
        Touching Toni: Part 2
        Best friends make the most of an arrangement.

        Based on a post by L Kilkenny.

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        A Week To Come.

        "Good morning, Jake," his mother said when he came

        downstairs for breakfast.

        "Morning Mom," he smiled at her. "Something

        smells good."

        "Scrambled eggs and bacon," she smiled. It was

        still his favorite.

        Jake just smiled, made a plate for himself, and his mother,

        and sat down at the table while she was taking the last of the eggs out of the
        pan and putting them into the bowl that he had just half emptied to make their
        plates.

        Jake was already through his first serving when Diane sat

        down and started on hers.

        "Where's Dad?" Jake asked, noting his absence.

        "He's golfing today. I told him he could golf this

        weekend if he would come on my work retreat with me this coming week," she
        replied while continuing to eat.

        "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Aren't Toni's folks

        going to that too?"

        "Yes, since Charlotte and I work together we kind of

        have to go, but luckily your Dad and Henry have agreed to go with us so it
        should be a good time."

        "Sounds like fun. A whole week in cabins on the

        lake," Jake said.

        "Yeah, as long as the events don't get too corny,"

        she smirked. "Last year they had some motivational group come in and we
        had to do all these trust exercises and stuff. I think it's going to be a
        little more relaxed and free flowing this year. There are some set agenda
        items, but much of the time is supposed to be devoted to really relaxing and
        decompressing. That's one reason they're allowing spouses to come this year, to
        make it kind of a seminar and a vacation."

        "Well, I hope y'all have a good time," Jake said,

        "y'all deserve it."

        "Well thank you Jake," she smiled at him.

        "I expect you'll look after Toni while we're all away.

        I think this is the longest either of you have been alone so we expect you to
        look out for one another," his mother said.

        "Yes ma'am," Jake said, keeping his head down,

        looking at his empty plate, "I won't let anything happen to her," he
        promised.

        Work Retreat.

        It was a warm and sunny Texas afternoon and Jake had seen

        his parents off to their week-long retreat. He had just finished his workout in
        the home gym his family had in the basement and was coming up to the kitchen to
        grab a bottle of water when he heard the front door open and close. No one had
        rung the doorbell so that left two options. Either he was getting burglarized,
        or ....

        "Jake?" He heard Toni's voice call out.

        "Yeah," he said coming to the top of the basement

        stairs.

        Toni came from the den into the kitchen as he came in from

        the other side.

        "Been working out I see," Toni said, looking at

        his sweaty body dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, and feeling a warmth
        starting to spread from her center outward. "He looks yummy!" she
        thought to herself.

        "Yeah, a little bit," he said looking at her in

        her jean shorts, wearing a snug fitting tank top. Texas summers were no joke,
        even in Northern Texas, so clothing was usually chosen more for its cooling
        properties than style. Her hair was braided in a long braid, reaching to her
        waistline.

        "Cool, I just thought I'd come hang out over here since

        everybody's gone. I don't really like being completely alone," she
        confessed.

        "Sure, no problem," Jake said, "Let me run

        take a shower and then we'll hang out."

        "Sounds good to me," she said, going back into the

        den and turning on the TV.

        Jake ran upstairs, got some clean clothes and jumped in the

        shower. He showered quickly, threw on his clothes, hung up his towel, and
        headed back downstairs.

        Toni was sitting on the couch with her shoes in the floor

        and her long legs pulled up under her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her
        sitting there. She looked up and saw him standing in the door way and smiled
        her little half smile which made her green eyes sparkle.

        "So what's on the agenda for today?" Jake asked.

        "Well," Toni said, "Kaylee is having a get

        together at her pool this evening and invited us."

        "Sounds good," Jake said. He really didn't care

        much for crowds, but he knew Toni wanted to go so....

        "Really?" Toni asked, her eyebrows slightly

        raised.

        "Sure," Jake said. "I don't have anything

        else to do, and I did promise my mom that I'd keep an eye on you."

        "Okay, go grab what you need and then we'll run over to

        my house and I'll get my stuff," she said, leaning down to put her sandals
        back on.

        Jake went up to his room, put on his socks and shoes and

        grabbed a pair of swim trunks and an extra tee shirt, his sun glasses and a UT
        ball cap. Throwing everything in a gym bag, he headed back down stairs where Toni
        was waiting. They went out, locking the front door behind them.

        Jake tossed his bag into the truck before following Toni

        over to her house.

        "Come on up," she said, heading up the stairs.

        "I just need to grab a few things."

        Jake followed along behind.

        He looked around her room as he stood in the doorway. It was

        a typical teenage girl's room he assumed. He had only seen two teenage girls'
        rooms and they were pretty much the same. Posters of the latest celebrity heart
        throb, soft pastel colors, white bedroom furniture, a queen sized bed with a
        floral print comforter. She had a shelf, built like a pyramid, so each
        successive level had a shorter shelf.

        On the bottom, she had five sea shells she and Jake had

        collected when their families had vacationed together at the beach a couple of
        summers ago. The next shelf had 4 snow globes that her Dad had gotten from his
        company travels over the years. Next were 3 plastic horses that Jake had given
        her over the years. One white, one black, and one a buckskin. Toni loved
        horses. Above that were 2 pictures. One was her and Jake, not long after he'd
        moved in next door, and the other was her and Jake at their high school
        graduation. The first picture had always been there, the second she changed
        every so often with a new one, and the replaced one went into an album she kept
        in her book shelf.

        The top row was a single small shelf, and on it sat a

        pitiful little toy car with most of the paint missing and only three wheels. It
        had held the top spot on the shelf since she got it. It was her most prized possession.

        "Hold this open," Toni said, handing him her bag.

        Jake dutifully held the bag while she went around the room,

        digging things out of dresser drawers, closets, and clothes baskets. She
        reached in, grabbing an extra pair of panties and a bra which she threw toward
        the bag, but overshot slightly, hitting Jake right in the face with them. The
        bra bounced off and landed on his arm, the panties however hung there
        precariously from the bill of his hat, the light cotton fabric not having
        enough weight or gravity to fall.

        "Oops," Toni giggled, "sorry about

        that."

        Jake blew on the panties and they dislodged and fell into

        the bag. "Uh, no worries," he said, his face now flaming red.

        Toni grabbed the rest of her stuff, tossed it in the bag,

        and grabbing the bra still laying across his arm, put it in the bag as well.

        "Ready to go," she announced.

        Jake zipped the bag up and following Toni, headed back down

        stairs.

        Kaylee’s House.

        A dozen or so people were already at Kaylee's house when

        they arrived. It was about a half and half mix of guys and girls. Everyone was
        laughing, splashing and having a good time. Jake and Toni went into the pool
        house to change into their swim suits. Toni went into the changing room and
        Jake went in the bathroom where he changed into his swim trunks and a navy blue
        sleeveless tee shirt. They came back out at about the same time. Toni had on
        the turquoise bikini with a white wrap around her waist that went almost all
        the way to the floor. Jake's pulse tripled in an instant and he could feel
        himself beginning to get erect at the sight of her. He picked up a beach ball
        that was sitting in the corner and held it in front of himself, hoping she
        wouldn't realize what he was doing. He was scared to think of what Toni would
        say if she knew he was having these thoughts about her. He was her best friend,
        and was supposed to protect her, but lately he felt like it was him she needed
        protection from.

        They went out of the pool house and Jake jumped immediately

        into the pool, hoping the cool water would help cool him off, both literately
        and figuratively. He watched as Toni went over to say hi to Kaylee and Steve
        who were sitting on the covered swinging chair.

        "Hey Toni," Kaylee said as Toni walked up to her.

        "You remember Steve," she said, patting him on the leg.

        "Yes, hey Steve," Toni said.

        "Hey Toni," Steve replied. "Hey, I wanted to

        apologize about Travis. Kaylee told me about what he tried to do with you. He's
        a freaking idiot and a steroid jock. We went by his Dad's house and let him
        know that if he showed his face around here, or especially you, that we'd help
        your boyfriend beat his ass."

        "Her what?" Kaylee asked.

        "Her boyfriend, the tall guy she's always with."

        Steve turned to Toni. "Isn't that your boyfriend?"

        "No," she said, looking at Jake standing in the

        pool, leaning against the side, his eyes closed and his head tilted back, his
        face to the sun, "he's my best friend. He has been since we were six years
        old."

        "He must be a good friend because he messed Travis up.

        He had busted teeth, a fractured jaw, a concussion. That's the kind of damage
        done by someone that loves you." Steve said, "in my opinion
        anyway."

        Could that be true Toni pondered? Could he love her the way

        she loved him? She knew he loved her, but was it the kind of love that would
        make him want her the way she wanted him?

        "He watches you," Steve said, "not creepy

        stalker like, but like you're very special to him. I noticed it at the lake the
        other day, that's why I thought y'all were together."

        "Toni!" Someone was coming through the crowd

        toward her.

        "Stormy!" Toni exclaimed as the blonde girl made

        her way through the small crowd of people.

        Stormy Davis was the stereotypical blonde bomb shell. She

        was 5'7", long wavy blonde locks, bright blue eyes that Toni had wondered
        more than once if they were colored contacts. She had an hourglass figure with
        large  tits that weren't what Nature provided but were really expensive, a slim
        waist, and flared hips. She had been the head cheerleader her senior year at
        their high school. Toni was never a cheerleader, preferring instead to actually
        play sports instead of cheering for them. She had played basketball,
        volleyball, softball, and soccer.

        Stormy finally reached the small group and gave Toni a hug.

        "So, how have you been since graduation?" she

        asked Toni.

        "Just trying to enjoy the summer before starting to

        college in the fall," Toni said.

        "So where's Jake?" Stormy asked, looking around.

        Everyone knew you rarely saw one without the other.

        "He's in the pool," Toni pointed him out.

        "Mmm, I wish he'd take that tee shirt off. I can see

        his big shoulders, arms, and chest through the shirt, but I bet they'd look a
        lot better without it," she said wistfully.

        Toni suddenly had the urge to take Stormy over to the pool

        and hold her head underwater. Where did that come from? Was she jealous of
        Stormy wanting so see Jake's body. Short answer: hell yes, she was. Stormy had
        a reputation that seemed to come along with being head cheerleader. Rumor was
        that she was very sexually active and that once she set her sights on a guy,
        that was it. They were conquests to her, and once she got what she wanted, she
        moved on to the next one.

        Toni suddenly wanted to introduce her to Travis, but then

        immediately felt bad. Sexual-free-spirit or not, no woman should ever be forced
        to do something they didn't want to do.

        "He has a sensitivity to the sun," Toni said,

        repeating the story that had been made up years prior to explain why he never
        took his shirt off in front of anyone. "His back and chest break out in an
        awful rash if they get too much sun."

        "Well that's just a shame," Stormy said, watching

        Jake in the pool.

        Toni took her wrap off and set it on the seat next to

        Kaylee. "I'm going to go jump in for a bit," she said, walking off
        toward the pool.

        Jake saw her coming and smiled. She took three running steps

        and jumped, right at him. He tried to catch her, but her momentum took them
        both to the bottom of the pool.

        Jake came up for air, and saw Toni had already surfaced,

        laughing. He couldn't help but smile as the reflections of the sunlight off of
        the water danced across her emerald eyes.

        She swam over next to him and whispered in his ear.

        "Somebody's been checking you out."

        "What?" he asked, surprised.

        "Yep, Stormy Davis was just up there asking me all

        about you," Toni teased.

        He looked up and spotted Stormy, and she did appear to be

        looking and smiling at him.

        "Why would she be asking about me?" he asked,

        confused.

        "Well, apparently she thinks my best friend is a

        hunk," she said, winking at him.

        Stormy was beautiful in a movie star sort of way. Her folks

        came from old Texas Oil, so she was rich, and could afford the best of
        everything and she was used to getting her way. Toni wondered if Jake might be
        interested in Stormy.

        Jake had never dated. He would talk to the girls in their

        circle of friends, but he had never sought out a girl in a romantic sense. She
        had attributed that to his past, and not trusting intimate relationships, but
        as they got into their teens she expected hormones to take over and that
        natural drive that seems to exist in every man to reproduce the species to come
        forth, but for Jake, he had never pursued anyone that she knew of. Was he truly
        so broken that he might never have a loving physical relationship?

        "Yeah, right," Jake said. "She could have any

        guy in our class."

        "I think she's already had most of them," Toni

        quipped with a wicked smile.

        Jake just grinned. His best friend had a caustic wit when

        she wanted to.

        "Maybe you should ask her out," Toni suggested.

        "Uh, what?" Jake asked, stunned.

        "I know she'd go out with you."

        "Well, I can't," Jake said.

        "Why not?" Toni pressed.

        "I just can't." Jake suddenly had that look in his

        eyes, like a trapped animal. He turned, climbed up the ladder and headed
        straight to the pool house.

        Toni stood there, watching him practically run into the pool

        house. What had that been about? Had she pushed him too far? Was he really that
        afraid of intimacy? She felt horrible for making him scared like that. She got
        out of the pool, got her towel to dry off, and collected her wrap.

        She decided to give him a little time and assumed that he

        would be back so she mingled, speaking with friends here and there, mostly
        Kaylee and Steve. After nearly an hour had passed and Jake was still not back,
        she began to get worried.

        She went to the pool house and looked around, but Jake was

        nowhere to be found. She looked where he had put their bags. Her bag was still
        there, but his was gone.

        She went back outside and looked around but couldn't find

        him. She walked around to where they had parked the truck. His truck was there,
        but when she opened the door, she saw his keys lying in the seat. She knew he
        hadn't left them there when they had arrived, so she assumed that he left on
        foot, but had left her with the truck to get home.

        Toni quickly went back to the pool house, threw her shirt

        and shorts on over her swimsuit, and headed out. She drove his truck toward his
        house, expecting to see him before she got there, but he was not on the road.
        Had he walked the whole five miles back home this quickly?

        She parked the truck and mounted the front steps of the

        house. The front door was locked, but she had his truck keys, and knew where
        the hidden key was on the front porch. Unlocking the door, she ran up the
        stairs to his room. The door was open so she looked in. Jake was lying on his
        back on the bed. His arms folded over his face. His chest still moving up and
        down rapidly from the exertion of running all the way home, his blonde hair was
        plastered to his forehead from the swimming and the sweat. His face and arms
        were flushed.

        Toni padded over on bare feet and eased herself down on the

        bed next to him. Laying her head on his chest and stretching her arm over his
        stomach. She felt his body tense at her touch. He had always avoided physical
        contact with everyone, except for his parents, and her. She was afraid that she
        might suddenly lose her place in this exclusive club. She started to remove her
        arm when he reached down with his left hand and stopped her. Holding her arm
        across his stomach.

        "Toni, I'm sorry," Jake started out.

        "No Jake, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have

        teased you like that."

        "No, it's not your fault. I know you didn't mean

        anything by it, it's just that the thought of asking out a girl, while I'm
        already in love with another girl; it just wouldn't be right." He said it
        in a low whisper.

        "What do you mean, you're already in love with another

        girl?" She was both thrilled and terrified of what his answer might be.

        "Toni," he confessed. "I love you. I always

        have, and I always will. I love you as my first and best friend, but I also
        love you in another way."

        "And what way is that?" Toni asked, feeling light

        headed and giddy.

        "In a way that I want to kiss you, and hold you in my

        arms forever. In a way that I want to make love to you if someday you loved me
        too."

        "Well," Toni whispered in his ear, her hot breath

        causing an almost instant erection. "Welcome to someday Jake, because I do
        love you, too."

        Jake moved his other arm and looked down at Toni who was

        looking up at him. She slowly moved up, never taking her eyes off of his, and
        placed her lips softly on his. Her right hand slid up his chest, up the side of
        his neck before moving to the back of his head, drawing his head down even
        further. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and her tongue reached out
        tentatively and touched his lips. At first she felt him stiffen, but then he
        opened his mouth and let her tongue enter. As it touched his tongue it was like
        an electric shock that flowed through his whole body. Jake's arms tightened
        around her body, pulling her on top of him. He could suddenly feel her  tits
        pressing into his chest. As he kissed her more passionately she started to move
        her hips in such a way that she was rubbing directly on top of his rock hard
        erection.

        "Umm," they both moaned in unison.

        "Oh Jake," Toni said as she kissed neck, "I

        have wanted this for so long now."

        "Me too." Jake whispered, nuzzling her neck and

        ear. "I have loved you, really loved you for so long now. I was so scared
        to act on it because I was afraid if you didn't feel the same way that you
        wouldn't or couldn't be my friend anymore and I just couldn't bear to think of
        that."

        "Oh, baby. I thought the same thing. You have never

        expressed any interest in girls so I didn't know if that was something you were
        even interested in. I know the terrible things that you lived through, and that
        could mess someone up for life, and I'm not saying you're broken, but I
        wouldn't blame you if you had some reservations about getting in a physical
        relationship. I know how you are about being touched, and I know you tolerate
        it from me, but I didn't know if you actually liked it."

        "You're right. I did have a rough go at the start. I

        know that since I came here that I'm safe, and cared for and loved, but I know
        I still have an issue about being touched. There are some memories that I don't
        know if I'll ever be able to repress, but that first day that you climbed the
        fence into my back yard and we played cars, and then I

        34 min
      • Touching Toni: Part 1
        Touching Toni: Part 1
        Best friends find they both want something more.

        Based on a post by L Kilkenny.

        Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy
        Stories.



        Jake awoke from what was apparently a very good dream since

        he could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Lying on his side,
        facing the wall, he was still in that transition between sleep and wakefulness.
        Taking a deep breath and stretching he noticed a distinct and familiar smell.
        It was floral and fresh with a hint of strawberry. He started to roll over but
        something was pressed against his back. Craning his head around the first thing
        he saw were bare feet with red painted toe nails, ankles crossed with one foot
        lightly bouncing. Turning his head further, he saw bare legs, smooth, shapely,
        tan, and athletic. He next saw blue-jean shorts over narrow hips, a tucked in
        white tee shirt concealing firm, proud  tits, one of which was covered by a
        cascade of blue-black hair which came almost to the waist, a long slender neck,
        clean jawline, supple lips, narrow nose, and deep emerald green eyes. The eyes,
        and the lips, held a smile as Jake looked at his unexpected visitor.

        "Morning sleepy head," Toni said pertly.

        "Hey Toni," Jake said sleepily, in his deep soft

        voice. "What's up?"

        "Uh, not you," she joked. "I was beginning to

        wonder if you were going to wake up today. I started to wake you once, but you
        sounded like you were having a really good dream so I just got comfortable and
        waited for you to wake up."

        "What time is it? How long have you been here?"

        Jake asked, still keeping his back to her because his erection was still
        raging.

        Toni looked down at her phone. "It's 9:30 in the

        morning and I've been here about an hour or so."

        "So what are you doing here so early on a Saturday

        morning?"

        "Will you go with me to the mall today?" Toni

        asked.

        "Uh, yeah, sure. I just need to take a shower,"

        Jake said.

        "Okay," she said looking at him with her trademark

        half-smile. She waited a full five seconds to see if he would move. He didn't.

        "I'm going to get some orange juice," she said

        getting up off the bed. "You want some?"

        "Uh, sure," he said, still looking back over his

        shoulder.

        Toni left her sandals on the floor next to his bed and

        padded barefoot out the door, headed to the kitchen.

        Jake jumped out of bed with tented boxers. He grabbed some

        clean underwear, a pair of khaki shorts and a tee shirt and headed down the
        hall to the bathroom, but only after looking both ways at the door to make sure
        no one would see him.

        Turning on the shower as soon as he got inside the bathroom,

        he stripped his boxers off and threw them in the hamper.

        Feeling the water before stepping into the shower, he put

        both hands on the wall and let the water flow over his head and down his back.
        At 6'3" he had to bend slightly at the waist to get his head below the
        shower head. His broad back was pale compared to his face, neck and arms which were
        nicely tanned. Jake had the classic farmer's tan, meaning he was rarely out in
        the sun without a shirt on. The reason for that was evident in the raised red
        scars crisscrossing his back.

        Fostered.

        Jake had grown up in the foster care system. His mother had

        abandoned him on the steps of a church in Cleveland, Ohio when he was a day
        old. He was handed over to social services and placed with a family that made a
        living out of gaming the foster care system. Child care was not on their list
        of priorities. He was barely fed, never loved, and when the man of the house
        had a little too much to drink, the boy became the target of his evil
        inclinations.

        When he was 6 years old, and after a particularly harsh

        beating, he had waited until his foster parents had finally passed out from
        drink, took the only thing he owned, a small metal car with one wheel missing,
        and he left. It was raining and cold. He didn't know where he was going, but he
        knew he wasn't staying here anymore.

        He walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, passed street corners

        where hookers and drug dealers plied their trades, past darkened alleyways
        where junkies snorted and injected drugs, some of them for the last time. He
        felt invisible, as he had so often in his home. Unseen and unheard until fate
        or just plain bad luck seemed to shine a spotlight upon him, making him the
        most visible thing in the room. A target. On this night though, thankfully, he
        remained invisible. Cold and wet, but invisible to those around him.

        Suddenly he smelled something that smelled like heaven.

        Someone was cooking and his stomach was growling. Driven by hunger, he followed
        his nose down an alley until he found a door propped open and the smells coming
        out where too much to resist. He went inside and found a pan of fresh bread
        rolls. He grabbed one and started eating. He didn't hear the large man that
        walked up behind him.

        "Would you like a glass of milk with that?" a

        voice behind him asked.

        He spun around like a cornered animal, looking for an

        escape.

        The man could see the fear in the boy's eyes. He backed up

        so that he wasn't too imposing and knelt down on one knee. "It's okay son,
        I'm not going to hurt you," he said holding his empty hands, palms out,
        toward him. "Would you like some eggs and bacon?" he asked.

        "What's bacon?" the boy asked quietly.

        "What's bacon?" the man asked stunned. "Well

        son, it's only the best dang breakfast food on the planet. It's practically its
        own food group."

        "I've never had any bacon," he said, unable to

        meet the man's eyes.

        "What's your name son?"

        The boy stood, not answering, looking down at the floor.

        "It's okay son, you're not in trouble. My name's

        Mike." He held out his large hand.

        The boy automatically flinched back, away from his hand.

        "Hey, hey, hey; it's okay. No one's going to hurt you,

        I promise," Mike said soothingly. "You do have a name don't
        you?"

        The boy shook his head slowly, side to side.

        "Well, how about we call you, uh, Jake?"

        "Jake," the boy whispered. It was the first time

        in memory that he had an actual name, other than kid, brat, bastard, or any of
        a hundred names of the type. He nodded his head and said again,
        "Jake."

        "Okay Jake, how about those eggs and bacon?"

        "Okay," Jake said, his head slowly nodded.

        Scrambled eggs and bacon soon became Jake's favorite food in

        the world. It was so good. He had eaten two scrambled eggs and was on his 6th
        piece of bacon when he heard someone knocking on the back door of the diner.

        "Jake, this is John." Mike said, introducing the

        man who came in. "John is a policeman and he helps people."

        "Hey Jake," John said. Mike had already warned him

        about trying to touch the boy. "Like Mike said, I'm a police detective. My
        job is to help people. Do you need help, Jake?"

        Jake sat, looking at Mike and John for a few moments before

        very slowly nodding his head.

        "Okay, finish your breakfast, and we'll get Mike to

        make you a sack lunch to take with us, and we'll go for a ride in my car,
        okay?"

        "Okay," Jake whispered.

        "Hey Mike, would you have any of MJ's clothes here?

        He's about Jake's size isn't he?" John asked. MJ was Mike Jr., Mike's 5
        year old son.

        "You know, I think I do. I keep a change of clothes for

        him here because whenever he comes by to visit he invariably gets something on
        his shirt or his pants so I keep a couple sets of clothes here."

        Mike left the room and soon came back with a shirt, pair of

        pants, and even a pair of sneakers.

        "Hey Jake, would you like to change into some dry

        clothes?"

        "Okay," Jake said.

        "All right, come on back here where you can have some

        privacy."

        Mike took Jake to his office and gave him the clothes,

        "Here you go bud, put these on."

        Mike closed the door, but walked around the side of the

        office where there was a window. He just wanted to make sure Jake could get
        changed okay. When he looked through the window, the blood drained from his
        face. "John," he hissed.

        John came over and looked through the window. He saw Jake

        gingerly removing his old, wet tee shirt. The red lashes across his back were
        angry, swollen, and fresh. "My God," Mike said in an emotional
        whisper. John simply shook his head. In his line of work, he had seen this type
        of thing far too often, and he never got used to it.

        When he was changed, Jake was taken to the police department

        where he was able to give the names of his foster parents. They were arrested,
        charged, and would be in prison for many years to come.

        John called his sister, Diane, in Texas, because he knew

        that she and her husband had recently found out that they would never be able
        to have children and had been talking about adopting. He arranged with the
        social services representative to meet with Diane and Bob Hardin. Within the
        month, Jake was getting on his first airplane, bound for Dallas, Texas.

        Bob and Diane understood the uphill battle they faced with

        Jake. They knew that years of abuse would be hard to overcome, but they were
        kind, patient, supportive and now Jake was 18, having just graduated in the top
        five percent of his class, with academic scholarships for pretty much anywhere
        he wanted to go. He still had his physical scars, and his emotional scars. He
        still did not like to be touched. He would willingly accept physical contact
        from only three people. His adopted parents and Toni Flint.

        Jake moved in with Bob and Diane, to a quiet suburb in The

        Colony, Texas. Soon after, he was outside, playing in their spacious back hard.
        Though his adoptive parents had bought him many new toys, he still played with
        his familiar old three wheeled car. On this day, as he played, he heard a voice
        call to him with a simple, "Hi."

        Jake turned to see a girl about his age standing at the

        fence between his yard and the yard next door. She was tan with long hair that
        was shiny black like a crow's wing. She had green eyes that seemed to look into
        his soul.

        "Hi," Jake said.

        "What's your name?"

        "Jake."

        "Hi Jake, I'm Toni."

        "Isn't that a boy's name?"

        "Not when you spell it with an 'I'," she said

        pertly.

        "Do you want to play?" Jake asked her.

        "Sure." Toni climbed the chain link fence without

        a moment's hesitation.

        "What are you playing?" Toni asked him.

        "Cars," Jake said.

        "Okay. Do you have another car?"

        "No, but you can play with mine," Jake said,

        handing her the beat up little car.

        "Thank you," Toni said.

        After playing and talking for a while, they heard a voice

        calling. "Toni, Toni Flint!"

        "Oh, there's my mom," Toni said, holding the

        little car out to Jake.

        "You can keep it," Jake said quietly.

        Toni looked at the pitiful little car and smiled a little

        half smile. "Thank you," she said and reached out and grabbed Jake in
        a big hug. Jake stood stock still for a second before slowly reaching his arms
        around her.

        Diane Hardin, watching from the kitchen window smiled, even

        as a tear fell from her eye.

        Toni and Jake has been inseparable best friends ever since.

        Morning Routine.

        After taking care of his morning wood, Jake finished

        showering, jumped out, dried off quickly, brushed his teeth, shaved, put on
        after shave and deodorant, and finally put on his shorts and tee shirt. Back in
        his room, he found Toni, again laying back on his bed, holding her phone in one
        hand and a pop tart in the other. Two glasses of orange juice, one already half
        empty, sat on the bedside table.

        He was still rubbing his head with a towel when he walked into

        the room. He threw the towel on the desk chair, and grabbed some socks and
        shoes. Putting them on, he said, "Okay, ready to go."

        Toni looked over at him and shook her head while making

        little clucking noises with her tongue. Swinging her long legs over the side of
        the bed, she pointed back at the desk chair.

        "Sit," she commanded.

        Jake looked at Toni and sat back down in the desk chair.

        Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a comb and walked

        around behind his chair. She ran her fingers through his wild mass of blonde
        hair. His hair was close cut on the sides and back, but longer on the top in
        what was called a side-part fade. For some reason, he always forgot to comb his
        hair. He was very hygienic, always clean, showered, shaved, but he never seemed
        to remember to comb his hair.

        His first year of school after moving in with the Hardin's,

        he would catch the school bus in front of Toni's house. He would always be
        there, sitting on her steps waiting for her. Most mornings his hair would be
        sticking every direction at once. She started carrying a comb in her backpack.
        She would take it out, work her way through his blonde hair before she would
        finally step back, look him over and declare him, "Good to Go." What
        she didn't know what that Jake's mother made sure his hair was combed before he
        left the house, but he would intentionally mess it up on the walk over to Toni's
        so that he could feel her hands on his head as she combed his hair.

        Today she was standing behind him, pulling the comb through

        his hair, setting the part, before spinning his chair around and looking down
        into his pale, ice-blue eyes as he looked up at her, and smiled. She looked
        back up to his hair, combed a few stray locks into place and declared him,
        "Good to go."

        Mall Walking.

        Walking through the mall they made quite the pair. Jake at

        6'3" with wide shoulders and narrow hips, wore an orange University of
        Texas tee shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black Under Armor running shoes. Toni
        was 5'10", her dark skin and raven black hair, evidence of her Native
        American ancestry from her father's side, but whose emerald eyes were
        definitely a throwback to her mother's Icelandic family roots.

        "Are we looking for anything in particular today?"

        Jake asked as they rode the escalator up to the second floor.

        "We're meeting Kaylee and she and I have to do a little

        quick shopping. Then I was hoping we could go by the lake and maybe grill some
        burgers, and hang out. It's the beginning of summer and we've graduated high
        school so this is our last summer before we all scatter and go off to
        college."

        When he didn't respond, she looked up at him and saw in his

        eyes a combination of fear, anxiety, and sadness.

        "Jake?" Toni asked, putting her hand on his arm.

        "Yeah?" he said. The look in his eyes was gone.

        This worried her more than the fear, this was his mask that he had learned to
        put on in the years before he came to Texas. The mask that he hides behind when
        he feels like he needs to retreat into himself.

        "Oh Jake...." Toni started, concern showing in her

        eyes.

        "Hey guys, over here!" they heard as they reached

        the top of the escalator.

        Coming toward them was Kaylee Anderson, her brown wavy hair

        bouncing as she trotted toward them. She was cute with a big smile and big
        chocolate brown eyes. At 5'3" she seemed tiny next to Jake and Toni. What
        most people noticed about her though were the 36 D  tits that seemed oddly out
        of place on her otherwise tiny frame.

        "Kaylee!" Toni said, hugging her best girl friend.

        "I'm so glad to see you guys," Kaylee said.

        "Hey, Jake."

        "Hey, Kaylee," Jake smiled at her. Kaylee had been

        friends with Toni and Jake since the 9th grade, so she knew Jake's aversion to
        physical contact, so even though she was a "hugger," she knew not to
        try to hug Jake.

        "Have you found anything yet?" Toni asked.

        "I haven't really looked yet, I was waiting on you.

        This is kind of a two person job. I need your opinion."

        "Well let's get to it."

        The two girls headed off with Jake close behind. He wasn't

        paying much attention until the girls turned into a store with swim suits
        adorning all the mannequins in the windows.

        "I think I'll wait out here in the concourse."

        "But Jake, we need your opinion on our new swim

        suits," Kaylee said.

        "Toni can give you an opinion," Jake said

        nervously.

        "A man's opinion is always better," Kaylee

        insisted.

        "Please," Toni said.

        Jake looked over and saw exactly what he expected to see. Toni's

        pout face, that she knew he couldn't say no to.

        "Ugh, okay, let’s get this over with," Jake

        sighed.

        Kaylee clapped her tiny hands and Toni hooked her arm in his

        and pulled him along.

        Fitting Room.

        Jake was sitting in a chair close to the dressing rooms and

        the girls had both gone back with several suits each.

        Kaylee was the first to come out. She had a bright yellow

        two piece bikini that looked like the structural integrity of the string
        holding the top up may have been at its design limits. She spun around two
        times allowing him to see the front and the back. The bottoms were high cut at
        the hips and hugged tightly to her rounded back side.

        "Well?" she asked.

        "Uh, yeah, Kaylee, it looks great," Jake

        stammered. He could feel his ears getting red.

        "Jake Hardin, are you blushing?" Kaylee trilled.

        "No, er, oh come on, Kaylee, you know I'm not the right

        guy for this," Jake said, looking anywhere other than directly at her.

        Kaylee just laughed and headed back to the dressing room.

        Jake leaned over, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. "How
        do I get myself into these situations?" he asked, to no one in particular.

        "Jake?"

        Jake looked up and froze. Toni stood there in a turquoise

        two piece. The contrast between her dark skin and the suit was amazing. The top
        showed off her perfect  tits. He could faintly see the outline of her nipples
        through the fabric of the top. The bottom of the suit was small but tasteful. Toni
        actually looked a little bashful as she turned slowly for his inspection. Jake
        could feel his temperature rising up his neck and into his face; and that
        wasn't all that was rising.

        "Wow," Jake said, his deep voice barely audible.

        "Do you like it?" Toni asked almost bashfully.

        "Uh, yeah Toni, it, uh, looks great on you," he

        said. He was staring and he knew it, but he couldn't look away.

        "You really think so?" she asked, looking down at

        herself.

        "Yeah, Toni, I really think so; you're, I mean it's

        beautiful," he said, reverently.

        Was he saying "I'm beautiful?" she asked herself,

        looking up to see him openly staring at her. She felt butterflies in her
        stomach and a familiar warming sensation a little further down.

        "Yeah, I like this one too, I think I'll get it,"

        she said, turning to walk back to the dressing room. Passing a full length
        mirror she looked and saw Jake's reflection. It appeared that his eyes were
        glued to her ass as she retreated. Her lips curled up in her little half smile.

        Grub.

        They made a stop at the grocery store where they picked up

        some premade hamburger patties, hot dogs, buns, condiments, salad fixings,
        drinks, paper plates, napkins, charcoal, and some ice. Most of this went into
        the large ice-chest in the bed of Jake's truck. With everything chilling in the
        ice chest, they headed for Lewisville Lake.

        They found one of the public camping areas, close to the

        water, with picnic tables and a grill. Evidently, the girls had been on their
        phones during the drive because within a half hour several of their other
        friends showed up.

        While the guys messed around in the water, the girls laid

        out on towels to work on their tans, and so everyone could see their new swim
        suits.

        Jake was busy getting the grill going when a group of guys

        about their age came wandering up. Evidently they knew a couple of the guys and
        girls from their group and they were talking. One of the group, a tall
        jock-type named Travis, seemed especially interested in Toni. He was maybe an
        inch taller than Jake and looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. He

        34 min
      • Fucking the Feminism Out.
        Fucking the Feminism Out.
        I fuck the feminism out of my nephew. And got a
        reward.

        Based on a post by DangerHunt69.

        Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



        I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned

        his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a
        claim of women being identical, if not superior to men.

        Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after

        two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he
        was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep
        the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder
        how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do
        something.

        "Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think

        that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry.

        "Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive

        role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around."
        I argued.

        "I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my

        late sister's son?" Eugene was confused.

        "You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal?

        Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!"

        "And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow

        going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is
        wise."

        "All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional

        woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the
        example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day,
        so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a
        woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life
        of submission to hostile dominant women!"

        "And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our

        nephew? Is that fair to me?"

        "Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had,

        Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to
        find a slut in our bed?"

        "I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord.

        I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?"

        "Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let

        me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back.
        Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a
        half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing
        this to save our nephew's soul."

        "And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged.

        "Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done.

        Not just the priest this time."

        "Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the

        house."

        Toxic With Testosterone.

        The issue first came up when I was

        reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He
        had to retake a sociology class.

        Eugene and I were paying crazy high

        tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their
        militant feminist nonsense.

        I started my quest to save my nephew

        with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started.

        A Dinner Plan.

        One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a

        three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in
        the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was
        preparing the cannolis.

        "Looks good, Aunt Marge. I remember when I was little, Mom

        made some at Easter! I haven't had her treats since she and dad got
        in the highway accident. Need some help?"

        "No, my sweet handsome man. Why don't you sit down and I'll

        get you a beer? The baseball game's starting soon."

        "Eh, I'm not really much of a baseball guy. I'd much rather

        help you in here."

        "Rob, my darling, a good woman's place is managing the

        kitchen. You should have some relaxation. You worked really hard,
        today!"

        "But I"

        "Please, I insist."

        "Okay auntie." My nephew said, giving me a kiss on the

        cheek before leaving to sit with his uncle in the living room.

        Good. That's a good small start. I thought to myself. But how am I

        going to escalate this; If this is going to work. I'm going to have
        to convince him to have sex with me, eventually.

        A few hours later, the four of us sat down at the table and had

        dinner. Kim, my niece, was picky and only ate half of what I cooked
        (as usual) and excused herself by the time the dessert came out.

        "I made cannolis! I hope everyone likes them, I made them

        with love."

        "They look really good, aunt Marge!" My nephew said

        moments before happily scarfing his down.

        "I bet at college, you're used to making the girls into a

        different kind of cannoli made with love!"

        "Marge, please! I'm trying to eat!" My cheating lecher

        of a husband belted, with half a cannoli in his mouth.

        "Ha ha ha, well, you know." My nephew's face turned red.

        "Know what?" I inquired.

        "Gotta use protection, if you do get to; and continually ask

        for her consent. No cannolis here." He was clearly
        uncomfortable.

        So he was using condoms? Back in my day, men didn't bother with

        that sort of thing. If I was going to turn my nephew into a real man,
        I was going to need to do something about that.



        The next day, or the next night, rather; my nephew, niece and I;

        sat down to watch a movie. Who the fuck knows where my faithful
        husband was, probably out whoring again.

        I deliberately picked out the steamiest movie I could think of

        while still maintaining plausible deniability. It was no Backdoor
        Sluts Nine, but I figured Red Mother (or whatever the fuck it was
        called) would be spicy enough, based on the IMDB parents guide. While
        watching the movie I made sure to make a few choice comments.

        "Wow, Jennifer Lawrence sure has some nice tits, huh?"

        "Sure." Kim half questioned my comment.

        "Yeah, they're nice." Rob finally acknowledged.

        "Yeah, mine used to be just like that too. But they're still

        perky. Do you see any nice racks like that at college, Rob?"

        "Aunt Marge! Gross." Kim blurted, then walked away.

        "Ha ha ha; um maybe?

        "What are you, gay?" I blurted out.

        I got scolded by a female professor for what she called 'ogling'.

        They made me go to a lecture on how to look only at a woman's face,
        actually."

        “You're not allowed to observe women's bodies?” I was

        stunned.

        "No, I just think that women deserve respect, and are more

        than just their bodies."

        “So you're mandated re-education dictates that you not

        notice their bodies. Pretend they're not even a body?”

        “Sort of.” Rob confirmed.

        Well that was a total failure! I thought to myself. I needed to

        find another way, a pressure point. It sure doesn't sound like he's
        getting laid, if you ask me. Maybe if I dress more provocatively, I
        can get to him that way. Then once he's in my bed, he'll be more
        pliable and fall under my traditional influence? I'll have to fuck
        the feminism out of him.

        That's when I invoked my final strategy. Eugene whined about it

        and finally consented when I made reference to his own unorthodoxy.

        I spent the next weekend picking out new clothes at the mall. Not

        just lingerie and skimpy underwear, but tank tops and booty shorts
        too. This needed to be a slow burn, like boiling a frog. I did buy a
        pink G-string though, that I would wear once it happened. In fact,
        most of what I bought was red, white, pink, or purple. I feel like
        those are the submissive feminine colors.

        Twice that week, Eugene came in late, with pussy smell on his cock

        and underwear. That settled my resolve to move forward and make young
        Robert into a good man. A masculine man.

        After my little shopping spree, I started to wear dixie shorts and

        a tank top around the house. Rob never said anything, but I've
        noticed that his gaze tends to linger longer now. Which is good! I
        need him to start seeing me as a sex object, rather than his mother.
        After a brainstorming session, I decided on my next move! I would
        take on topless sunbathing as a hobby and request an oil massage. It
        was just sensual enough to move the needle, but not enough to seem
        inappropriate. It's all about plausible deniability!

        I bought a chaise lounge chair and started to sunbathe in our

        fenced in backyard. I timed my sunbathing so that I would be outside
        when my nephew came home from his part-time summer job. Being the
        good boy that he is, he'd come outback to talk to me and tell me
        about his day. The first day I just let him notice that I was laying
        on my stomach, without a top. But the second day I made my move.

        "Oh good, you're back!" I said, flipping my sunglasses

        up to peer at my handsome nephew.

        "Yeah, they only scheduled me for four hours today, so things

        were pretty light and easy."

        "Well that's good!" I paused for a second. "Hey,

        could you do me a favor?"

        "Sure, what is it?"

        "I think I'm starting to burn up again, could you reapply my

        tanning lotion?" I said, pointing forward to the bottle.

        "Um, sure!"

        My nephew then grabbed the bottle and squirted a little on his

        hand to rub on my back. God, I can't wait until he's squirting on my
        back. He then rubbed the lotion up and down against my naked back.

        "Hey, don't forget to get my sides, okay? and don't be shy."

        I had him right where I wanted him. For an Italian woman, my tits

        are actually pretty big. So while he was rubbing my back I knew that
        he could see the sides of my boobs bulging out from underneath me.
        Now that he's rubbing my sides, I can feel his hands getting
        dangerously close to his auntie's cantaloupes. It felt so good having
        him rubbing me.

        I wanted to moan. But not yet. I can't ruin things. This was good

        enough for now, but next time I'll be escalating things. Can't go to
        fast, too soon.

        "That's good! Thank you Rob." I said, smiling. Just

        knowing I'd left him wanting more.



        A couple days passed and my nephew and I were back in the same

        situation we had found ourselves in before, only this time I would
        take things one step further. Things started off with me asking him
        again, after he got home from work; and then him rubbing my back
        again, only this time once he was done, I turned over.

        "Oh gosh, sorry!" He trembled.

        "No, it's okay! You can look, they're just boobs."

        He turned to look in the other direction. "I'm sorry."

        "It's okay, Darling!" I laughed. "I actually have a

        little bit of a request."

        "What?"

        "You see, auntie's felt a little insecure since she turned 40

        last year, and well; I kinda want you to take a look at my tits and
        tell me what you think."

        "What?"

        "It's okay!” I said as I sat up and adjusted the

        backrest to support my back. “I just know that you've probably
        been seeing some boobs in college, and I just want to know how I
        stack up is all! I wanna know if auntie's still got it!"

        "I don't know if that's okay."

        "It is okay! I'm telling you it's okay!"

        "Are you sure?" My nephew started to turn his head in my

        direction.

        "Positive. If a woman says it's okay, then you shouldn't

        insult her."

        Rob then took a full look at me, topless in all my glory. I must

        admit, I told a lie. Even though I'm forty and perhaps had a wrinkle
        or two from all the time I spent out in the sun; not a centimeter of
        sag in sight.

        "They look, um good. Very nice!"

        "Oh, you think so?" I said cheerfully, feigning as if

        that had lifted my spirits.

        "Yeah! They look good. I like, I like, um;"

        "It's okay!" I reassured my nephew. "You can tell

        me how you really feel."

        "Well I like how your nipples look, they're all cute and

        small, but they pop out like big pencil erasers."

        "Thanks! Aw you're so sweet!"

        I then got up and gave my nephew a hug, squeezing my bare tits

        against his muscular chest.

        "So I stack up pretty good against those little sluts you're

        banging in college?"

        "Haha I wouldn't put it like that! I didn't bang anyone.

        They've just taken control of their sexuality is all.”

        “You've been with a girl, but not in her?” I inquired.

        Well they change their mind after I, um; go down on them. They get

        tremors and pant and scream, but after that they say they need to
        rest, and tell me to leave.” Rob explained.

        “Selfish Feminist assholes!” I blurted out. “Don't

        ever let a woman be that selfish, Rob. Find a woman who wants you to
        be pleased. Then please her so she'll be wanting to please you even
        more. Now, tell me, are my tit's nice and big for you?”

        But yes, your boobs are just as nice as theirs. Maybe actually

        larger."

        "They're really firm too, wanna feel em'?"

        "Um, sure! Might as well."

        Rob then gave a full squeeze to one of my big melons. "Go

        ahead! And don't forget the other one too! She's lonely." It
        felt so nice to have a man enjoying my body again.

        "But going back to what I was saying, any woman that lets a

        man touch her, or inside of her before marriage is a slut. I know
        what it's like to be a young woman and to have a little coochie that
        you just want to shove everything inside of. But trust me, those
        women are hoes. Those women just use equal rights and all that silly
        stuff, as an excuse to be little skanks and sleep around."

        "I disagree." Rob said, letting go of my tit. "I

        think that for a long time women have been shamed for having the
        exact same natural bodily urges as men. Yet somehow when a man does
        it, its okay?"

        "Men can't get pregnant darling. Women have a higher

        responsibility than men."

        "Well with birth control and stuff, it's not like women are

        randomly getting pregnant either."

        "You poor, poor thing. You've never experienced real sex

        until you've done it the way god intended it. No barriers and no
        hormones. If a woman can't get pregnant, it pales in comparison to
        real, bare sex. What those little college sluts are doing, is just
        humping."

        "Ew ew, okay gross. And they're not sluts, they're women."

        Maybe egging him on was working? Maybe this was how I would get

        him in my bed.

        "No woman who respects herself would let a man do that to her

        without a guarantee from that man, that he'd support her."

        "They don't 'let me' do it to them!"

        "Oh they don't, do they?" I showed sensitivity for his

        sexual frustration.

        "This is embarrassing,” Rob blurted out. “I'm

        done talking about this!"

        Rob then stormed off and went side the house while I grabbed my

        bikini top to cover myself. I forgot I had been arguing topless this
        whole time, my tits just swaying in the wind. Maybe egging him on
        wouldn't be good enough. I needed something extra to make him warm up
        to the idea, comfort him. My nephew has too many inhibitions.



        Another week past; and after thinking it over, I've figured out

        the best path forward. My friend, Lucy had to get rid of her
        husband's Viagra, when he had to seek emergency medical help for a
        boner that wouldn't deflate. I asked her to let me have it. Little
        did she know that my lying husband was getting it up for every pussy
        who'd let him.

        I cook most of my nephew's meals already, so I figured if I

        started making every single one of his evening meals and slipping
        Viagra into his water or wine, that his auntie would start seeming a
        lot more helpful now. I'd always heard people say, "The best
        pussy, is the closest pussy."

        Meanwhile, I would start to dress even more scantily. Goodbye

        dixie shorts and tank tops and hello satin robe, bra, and panties!
        Walking around the house in my undies wasn't really something I was
        used to, but I mean it's not like my nephew could really get too
        upset with me for it. After all, its "my body" right? If I
        want my ass and tits in my nephew's face, that's my right!

        The Viagra plan was working a bit too well. Every evening I would

        make him dinner, and then parade around the house all sexy while he
        sported a major erection in the living room, while watching TV
        together.

        Eventually, after a while; he would excuse himself, presumably to

        masturbate. He was only 20, so it's not like it wasn't already super
        easy for him to get hard, but I needed him to associate auntie with
        his dick getting hard.

        Gosh, now that I think of it, I was Rob's age, 20, when Eugene's

        sister had him. Crazy how time flies. And God what a big cock, Rob's
        looks to be! I had no idea my nephew had such a fucking huge sausage
        in his pants. Mind you, I can only see it in his shorts, but based on
        the outline of the thing, he must be at least 8 inches!

        Funny enough, my niece, Kim; didn't seem to bothered by my new

        choice of wardrobe. She asked me once about it, and I just said it
        was "more freeing" and she totally bought it. Maybe she'll
        start doing the same, who knows.

        That night, Eugene came home late, his breath smelling of whiskey,

        but his cock smelling like strange pussy, again.

        Eventually the day came and I was nervous. I needed this to go

        well. At dinner, after Rob finished his first glass of wine, I handed
        him a second without even asking; but he downed the whole thing just
        the same. Good. I thought. I needed him to let go of his inhibitions,
        with a little bit of dissolved Viagra to help, of course. Not that
        Rob can't perform. I've cleaned up enough cum on his bed to know he's
        capable. But I need him capable for multiple loads of cum, tonight.
        One day he's going to just see women as eager to have her man to put
        his cock in her often, and cook for him; and that transformation
        starts today.

        After dinner, the whole family, except my husband; who "went

        out drinking with his friends", sat down to watch a movie. After
        maybe 30 minutes, little Kim got bored and left, leaving just Rob and
        me.

        I looked over and could see him squirming.

        "Be back in just a minute!" I said, excusing myself.

        I then slipped into my room for a quick wardrobe change. I threw

        off my low-cut top that was showing off plenty of cleavage and my
        short shorts to change into a matching lacy set. A lacy pink thong
        and bra.

        When I returned, I could see him on the couch closely paying

        attention to the movie. I sat next to him on the couch, to his left.

        See, I didn't pick just any movie. I chose the hottest, most

        unexpectedly steamy movie of all time: Back to the Future! I know, I
        know it doesn't technically have a sex scene; but before a key scene
        came up, I asked Marty to hand me the remote, sitting on the coffee
        table. He reached, then handed it to me, but now my right arm was
        around his shoulder. I turned up the volume just in time when Marty
        McFly gets in the car with his mom and she kisses him. That makes me
        feel so horny, I can feel myself starting to get wet.

        I slipped my left hand down into my undies and sure enough, I am.

        With my nephew in one hand and my pussy in the other, I start to play
        with my clit. Slowly at first, so slowly I don't think he noticed,
        then I started flicking a bit faster.

        By this time Rob definitely noticed me playing with myself but

        with my arm around him, I wasn't going to let him escape.

        "You know honey, I haven't been dressing like this just for

        myself. I want your approval.

        "Huh? You want my, approval?"

        "Every woman wants a man's approval. And for me, that man is

        you."

        "I don't understand."

        "I just want you to think I'm a 'cool aunt'. I can be a cool

        girl for you."

        "You're my aunt. You're not a girl. And you're cool the way

        you are."

        "I'm a woman, yes, but women were made for men. And I was

        made to be a woman, for you."

        "What about uncle?" He let out the loudest whisper I'd

        ever heard.

        "Your uncle is a struggling with sin. He's been player. He

        doesn't love me enough, anymore. And I need to be loved. I'm sure you
        understand. Every woman needs a man to love her."

        "Okay. But me?"

        "You're the only other

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      About My First Time

      From the publisher's feed

      Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.