My First Time

 Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy to Heaven.

In 3 parts, based on a post by ElsieThompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"We'll go to my house for the rest of the night," said Melody. Agnes and the Three Amigos followed her to a small stone house along the dirt street of the village. Inside was a single room with an overlooking loft. A fireplace was at the center of one wall, crude kitchen cupboards and a dining table were at the other. Cushions and pillows were scattered around the floor. "Burt and Melody, the Mayor and his wife, live no better than I do," thought Agnes. "Equality is the norm here. I like that."

Agnes stood uncomfortably at the center of the room, surrounded by the three naked men and Melody, equally naked. Harry, the short Asian, took command. He wrapped his arms around Agnes and kissed her passionately on her lips and pulled her hand down to his erect cock. She explored the length of his cock with her hand.

Harry pulled his lips away from her. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh, yes," she said, eager for more kissing, more exploration."

Dick's turn," Harry answered. "If that's okay with you."

"Yes," she said again as middle-sized Dick pulled her to him and, this time, her hand found his cock without assistance. It was another long kiss, and his tongue went into her mouth and she stroked his cock.

"My turn," said Tom, She broke away from Dick and closed with Tom, who was so tall that she had to stand on her toes to reach his face. He lifted her off her feet, put his hands beneath her hips, and she curled her legs around him and felt is cock probing her cunt; but only barely, and she felt the uncircumcised skin moving back and forth, caressing her.

"Don't forget me," said Melody. "I'm not just a potted plant standing here."

 Tom lowered Agnes to her feet and stepped away. Melody dropped to her knees and pulled Agnes to her. Harry stood behind her, kissing her neck and ears and tweaking her nipples with his hands.

Tom lowered Agnes to a cushion on the floor and cradled her head in his lap, his hands over her tits. Melody crouched over Agnes, put her head between Agnes's legs and continued to suck her. Harry stood behind Melody and, holding his cock in his hand, inserted it.

"Where?" Agnes wondered. "Her cunt or her asshole?"

He stroked back and forth.

"Where do I fit in her?" asked Dick. He knelt down on his knees at Agnes's side and his cock hovered over her face. "Have you ever had one of these in your mouth?" he asked.

"No," she answered, "but I guess I had better try it." She used a free hand to guide Dick into her mouth. It tasted clean and dry and she explored its tip and up and down its length with her tongue and mouth but gagged when it entered her throat.

"Sorry," said Dick. "I won't do that again."

 "It's okay," said Agnes, catching her breath. "I need to learn how to do, uh, blow jobs." The words came out of his mouth with difficulty.

"Practice makes perfect," Dick answered. "You can look forward to Tom's dick. Now, that's a mouthful!"

"I can feel it pressing against my neck," Agnes said with a laugh. "It feels like a log back there." She took Dick into her mouth again;

"This girl is a comedian," said Harry.

"I was sometimes accused of frivolity when I was in the nunnery," said Agnes, taking Dick out of her mouth. "I wasn't really a very good nun, but I tried to be."

"I perceive a long and beautiful relationship for you with the Three Amigos and Melody; and everybody else in Heaven."

"I can hardly wait to expand my horizons," Agnes said sarcastically.

"Back to the business at hand." She took Dick in her mouth again and began licking with her tongue.

Melody lifted her head from Agnes's crotch. "Are you liking what I'm doing to you or do you want one of the guys to fuck you?"

 "I am feeling just fine," said Agnes. "Your mouth is going to make me cum very soon. Is that okay?"

Agnes spread her legs wider to take Melody's ministrations deeper; her nipples were hard and throbbing from the touches of Tom's hands, and Harry resumed his rhythmic stroking of Melody's asshole. She moved in impassioned concert with the others, thrills racing through every muscle. "My God," she thought, "I never imagined that Heaven would be so exciting." The two hot women, while locked into Sapphic comforts, were keeping all three of them. the young men pleasured.

"I'm going to cum," said Dick. He was hunching back and forth, driving to every part of the sexy uncloistered nun's mouth. Her lips clamped down on it to increase the pressure and with a convulsion, she felt the hot cream inside her mouth and quickly swallowed the load, down her throat. She tasted the saltiness of it with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Agnes screamed, "Now I'm going to cum. "Melody, hands under Agnes's hips were raising her off the floor, driving her tongue deep into the wetness of her cunt. Agnes's body shook with excitement, her vaginal walls radiated nerves in every direction, and she could have sworn that her tits, stroked by Tom, were lactating and spraying milk in a long arc upward. Her toes and fingers tingled. She fought for breath, trying to swallow the sticky sperm in her mouth, but feeling it dribbling out of her mouth.

"It's my turn now!" said Melody. She raised her head from Agnes's cunt and slid it along her milky-wet stomach as Harry's cock pounded her from behind. She grasped around Agnes' torso in her hands for support and Agnes felt her body shake as she climaxed, and Melody, pressed into her chest, her hot breath on Agnes's tits.

When it was all over, Melody, Agnes, and the Three Amigos all lay side by side on the cushions and pillows in a contemplative, peaceful, and quietly euphoric after-sex state of mind.

Sexy Agnes, no longer an 80 year old, was enjoying the prime of her early 30s and sporting the hot body she had suppressed during the seventies sexual revolution.

Tom spoke first. "I seem to be the only one here who hasn't had an orgasm yet. How about it, Agnes? How about a conventional fuck? Missionary style? Or something more exotic?”

Agnes had slid further toward Tom's knees during her climatic convulsions She turned her head and looked upward toward the tower of his large, erect cock, and briefly worried that it wouldn't fit into her. "Give me a moment," she said. I'm too tired to do more than lay here."

Melody rose to her feet. "I'm starving. Come with me, Dick and Harry; leave Tom and Agnes alone and help me fix some dinner." Dick and Harry stood up and followed her into the primitive kitchen, in her house. She lit candles for light and stoked the ashes of her primitive stove. Flames made flickering patterns against the stone walls.

"I'm ready now," said Agnes. Tom rolled over on top of her and joined her. Before responding to him, Agnes said to Melody, "Save some food for me. And thank you for inviting me to meet the Three Amigos."

Sister Agnes introduces a virgin choir boy toHeaven.

In the mid-morning sun, Aden's newest resident was tending her garden with the energy of her prime, and a body of near-perfection

"Hello, Agnes."

Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her own vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. His hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered. "Welcome!" She stood up, rubbed her hands together to clean off the dirt, brushed strands of light brown hair out of her eyes, and walked over to where he was standing at the edge of the garden. Sweat streaked her cheeks.

 "Melody tells me you're doing great. I came out to see for myself." Melody was Burt's buxom and bubbly wife.

"Things are going well." She looked around at her vegetable garden with pride.

"You've been here for three months now? I've seen you at Friday Fuckfest. I apologize for not paying more attention to you." Burt ensured his re-election every year by careful attention to the needs of his three hundred constituents. With the enthusiastic support of Melody, they operated on the maxim of "No spirit unfucked." Burt had apparently not perceived that Agnes needed his sexual attention.

"Melody has been wonderful showing me around; and we've had some good times together."

“So, I hear; and with the Three Amigos! Are you enjoying the sex?" Burt smiled happiness. Sex, she had learned, was a common subject of discussion in the blissful reality of Heaven.

Agnes blushed. "It's been wonderful. I've met so many nice people. I was up-tight at the beginning, but I loosened up. I even volunteered for "Y'all Come" at the last Fuckfest.”

“How was it?”

“Ten men came to me. They all came." she snickered.

"Here! You're a popular woman. I look forward to enjoying you. But I'm here with another task for you.

Agnes was disappointed. She thought he had come out to her house to see her for some mid-day siesta sex; and she was willing. Sex was a requirement at the Friday Fuckfest, but optional and voluntary at other times. Agnes had sampled a few men between Fuckfests. Life, in heaven was sensual. Sex was casual. The suppressed sexual tension of earthly society had melted away.

"We have a new arrival today, and you're the best person to greet him and introduce him to our community."

"With pleasure," she responded. Agnes welcomed opportunities to be useful. "Once a nun, always a nun," she thought.

 "He's a problem. He's eighteen years old and was killed in an automobile accident on earth."

"Eighteen," she grimaced to herself. "Why me? Wouldn't one of our eighteen-year-old girls be better at this than me?"

 "Oh, no, they're much too forward and lusty. This boy was a choir boy, and he is religious, conceited,and prudent. On earth, he wanted to be a priest. He is a virgin and declares his intention to never sully his body and soul with sex or sin." Burt added with a smile, "Given his personality, I doubt he had many opportunities to lose his virginity."

"If he wants to abstain from sex, why is he being sent here?"

“God knows! And Saint Peter does. Anyway, we have to make the best of the situation. I would appreciate if he could stay at your house for a few days while you introduce him to our loving culture, gradually.”

“Aren't I a little old to do this?" Agnes had selected the age of thirty-two for her spirit in Heavenly Aden; on earth she had died at age eighty-two.

"Given your religious background, you're the perfect person for the job.”

“Am I supposed to fuck him?" Her language had become much more explicit in Heaven.

"Oh, no, not necessarily, but you need to prepare him for Fuckfest. Five days from now."

"Well, I can't refuse, can I?" she said with resignation. "Even in heaven a nun has obligations."

"I'm sure you'll succeed. He will be projected into our reality in two hours, on the path in front of your house." I have kissed her on the cheek. "I also have a second reason for coming out to see you today."

"Oh?" she answered, enjoying the arm that snaked abound her back and the touch of his bare chest against hers.

"Perhaps we could enjoy a little tryst. Our first of many, I am sure."

"I thought you'd never ask. First, I need to wash off the dirt and sweat."

"I want you like you are." He kissed her and she melted into his arms. "The boy's name is Joshua."

Joshua Arrives.

 After Burt left, Agnes washed away the dirt , sweat, and sperm in the emerald pool below the waterfall a few steps out the back door of her house and put on a fresh pair of shorts and shirt The shorts were short and the shirt was sheer. tits and the pink of her nipples showed through the thin cloth. "Not a suitable outfit for meeting an aspiring priest," she thought to herself. "But the Heavenly Host in his wisdom, doesn't believe we need much in the way of clothing. "

She tidied up her small, two-room stone house. Suddenly, she started in surprise. "Where is he going to sleep?" Her bedroom contained only a double bed. Her living room had cushions on the floor, a couple of chairs , and a wooden table that served both for eating and as a work place. Outside, on a small terrace overlooking the emerald pool and the waterfall; were another two chairs and a grill on which she cooked her modest meals.

"Well," she said. "He'll have to sleep in the bed with me, or find a place on the cushions. I'm not in charge of accommodations here. It might be more heavenly if I were. Sorry to be critical, God." She looked up at the sky.

 Sister Agnes, In Heaven: Part 2

In 3 parts, based on a post by ElsieThompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.  

"Hello, Agnes."

Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was Burt, President of the City Council of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a white blouse. Her hands were soiled with dirt. "Hello, Burt," she answered with enthusiasm. "Welcome!" She stood up and walked over to where he was standing and kissed him on the cheek. For her that was bold.

"I came to apologize," he said.

"What for?" she was puzzled. "I should have fucked you the other night. I focused only on what I wanted, and didn't take your needs into account." Burt had masturbated and cummed on her tits

.Agnes, with less that a week in Heaven, still flinched at the word fuck. "Oh," she said, dismissing his apology, "That's all right. Harold, uh, fucked me good. I was happy." She chuckled. "Maybe for my first sex experience one man was enough. And I enjoyed watching you, uh, cum on me.”

“You were a virgin on earth, I take it.”

“Oh, yes, 80 years of chastity on earth." She laughed. "Suddenly I'm in Heaven and; and sex is required; and I've always been a stickler for following the rules. Plus, I am enjoying my 32 year old body. I am delighted to have a garden, a house, a dog." She reached down in the cleft between her tits to wipe away the sweat. Burt's eyes followed her hand. Self-consciously she looked down. The brown of her nipples showed through the thin, sweat-soaked fabric of her blouse.

"Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me. If there's anything I can do to help you adjust to Aden," His eyes did not leave her chest.

Agnes mused a moment. "I do have a question. Is there no anxiety or jealously in Heaven? Harold and I had a good time; but I was unhappy when he left me to have sex with another woman. I understand that we all have an obligation on Friday nights to make sure that everybody has sex, and I'll do my part. But I felt abandoned. Harold fucked me and left." A tear ran down her cheek. She clutched Burt to her. "Fortunately you showed up and made me feel better. But are my feelings normal here in Heaven? Where everything is supposed to be, well, heavenly."

Burt squeezed her to his chest and patted her back. "I suggest you give it some time; and try other partners. I felt uncomfortable the first time my wife fucked another guy here. It was a bit unsettling to my un-renewed mind. But we chose Aden as our heavenly home because we both have the desire to experience a more permissive sexual scene. Perhaps you feel the same? Repressed desire; all those years as a nun?”

“Yes, I wanted a freer, more individualistic life when I chose Aden. But I feel like I should be in love with Harold, and jilted because he left me to fuck somebody else. Everybody fucks everybody here, but at heart I'm a prude."

Burt held her at arms length, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You were not prudish at all. You lay there naked, your legs spread while I crouched over you and stroked my cock. You were attentive, a little apprehensive as anybody would be who has never been cummed on, but you were a sensual experience for me. I loved it."

Agnes wiped away the tear and laughed. "Thank you. I think I was just terrified. The epistles teach us to ‘be transformed by renewing our minds’. I guess that especially applies to now?”

“I should have fucked you. Slowly and carefully. I should have reassured you and made you comfortable." He paused. "I walked out here to see you and apologize, but I also wanted to take a shower in your neighborhood waterfall." He nodded toward the waterfall a few yards beyond her house. "Does that interest you?"

Agnes turned to look at the waterfall. It was a popular place for bathing. Nobody was there, but frequently people walked out from the village and cavorted in the deep, clear pool at its foot. Everyone went into the water naked. She felt panic at the thought of getting naked in broad daylight in the open air. "Well, maybe." She gathered her wits. She should do this. She was in a place in which sex and nudity was the norm. "Yes, let's do it" she said with resolve. "I need to wash the dirt and sweat off. I must smell like a goat.”

“A very lovely goat," Burt answered.

"Getting naked is difficult for me. I'm still getting use to the culture here." Agnes admitted.

"I'll help you," Burt said with a leer, his eyes focused again on the rivulets of sweat that trickled between her tits.

‘He wants to fuck me,’ Agnes thought with a feeling of panic. ‘But I don't have to do it. Aden's rules are that sex is mandatory only on Friday nights. Do I want to do this?’ she asked herself. ‘Where would we do it? In the water? How? Standing up? Those rocks on the shore look hard. I'm not sure I want to lie down there. I wish my tits were bigger. I wish I had shaved my cunt. Am I ready for this? Oh, God, you put me here. Help!’

Her mind raced. ‘Have I already decided to fuck him? What if he doesn't want to? What if he's just being friendly. What if he rejects me? What if somebody sees us while we're fucking? I'll freeze up like a ice cube and I won't be any good. Should I fake cumming? How do you fake cumming?’

Burt took her by the hand, "Ready? Let's go." The two of them walked to the rocky shore of the pool. The waterfall made a low roar in the distance. "Now?" asked Burt. He shook off his sandals and then pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. He wore no underwear.

Agnes looked down at him momentarily. Yes, that was Burt as she recalled him. A short, fat cock, surrounded by a heavy bush of black hair that extended up to his navel. His cock hung limply.

Burt touched her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," she answered. She stood stiffly as his hand ran between her tits, undoing the buttons on the blouse. He turned her around and slid the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby bush. He kissed the back of her neck as one hand found a nipple and tweaked it. "Pink nipples that get hard when they're touched. You're going to become very popular here, in Aden.”

“I'll do the best I can," she said, but not with much confidence. She felt the tingle of pleasure as Burt caressed her tit, but stiffened again when he loosed her shorts and pulled the garment around her shapely ass cheeks, where they dropped to her feet. She stepped out of them. The two of them stood facing each other and Burt kissed her on the lips and ran his hands down her sides and over her ass.

’Is he going to fuck me now?’ she wondered to herself. She could feel his cock rubbing into the hair on her pubic area and her tits, the nipples now long and firm, rubbed against his chest.

He stepped away from her and took her hand in his; and stepped carefully into the clear, green water.

Agnes paused before following him. "Before we go in, tell me something. I don't want to be deceptive. Does Melody know you're out here with me?" Melody was Burt's wife for 20 years on earth and 40 years in Heaven.

"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other. Nobody hides anything here. No reason to." He paused "It's my job; and Melody's; to make sure newcomers fit it and adjust; and she is really enthusiastic about sex. She fucks a man or two every day of the week. That's probably what she's doing right now. She will want to enjoy you. Soon."

Agnes didn't have much of a notion as to how women should conduct themselves, but she followed Burt into the water. It was cool and crystal clear. Colorful fish darted around her feet. Burt stepped deeper into the water. "Be careful. The rocks are slippery. Realism, you know, virtual life after death but without many of the unpleasant features of real life.

"No flies, I've noticed. No mosquitos.”

“Can you swim?"

They were neck deep in the water.

"Yes, although I haven't since I was a teenager. We didn't have a swimming pool in the convent." She laughed at the thought.

"Let's swim to the waterfall and take a shower," said Burt. Side by side they stroked across a few yards of deeper water. Burt pulled her up onto the rocks behind the waterfall. She looked around. Nobody was in sight.

The sound of the waterfall was thunderous now as they stepped into it. She shivered from the cold, then raised her face into the falling water and felt the heavy weight of it cleanse her body. She took a long gulp of the crystalline water.

"May I scrub your back?" shouted Burt, who was standing beside her. He reached onto a ledge and his hand came away with a bar of soap. "Oil and Ash soap, of course. No pollution allowed in Aden.”

“Of course," she answered in what she thought was a coquettish voice. Burt massaged her shoulders, then ran his hand over her back, moving down to her ass, massaging and rubbing and then his hands were on her upper legs, his fingers between then, tickling her labia, running his hands over and up and down her upper thighs, and his finger found the crack in her ass and pushed downward; all the way down.

He pulled her around to face him and they kissed long and hard as the cascading water mist sprayed over their heads and down their naked bodies. He gently turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, taking one hand to caress her amazing tits, and his other hand traveled over her narrow belly, then fluffed her pubic bush. His fingers sought her cunt and he inserted one, and then a second one.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, I'm wet, lubricated; whatever the word is." She sucked in a breath. "Don't stop doing that." Burt's thumb massaged her clitoris as his two fingers stroked in and out. She lowered her hand behind her ass to feel his cock. "I didn't touch Harold's cock when he fucked me. I'm curious what it feels like.”

“It's sort of cuddly when it's soft, but you've made it hard. Are you liking this? We can go to shore and fuck on the beach. Or go to your house, if you prefer.”

“Oh, no," she answered. "Keep doing that. That feels so good." She was hunching back and forth, Burt's fingers reaching far inside her, the hard knot of her clitoris tingling from the gentle touch of his thumb. "I think I'm going to cum.”

“Do it!" Burt commanded. "I want to feel you cum."

Agnes felt a shiver go down her whole body and her legs gave way and she would have fallen had not Burt been holding her. Her body convulsed in tremors as the climax pulsed up and down her limbs. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips forward to force his two fingers deep inside her and clutched them with her vaginal walls. She leaned back and Burt's other hand found the hardened nipple of her left tit, and he pinched hard and she felt another jolt radiating up and down her chest; and then it was over and she collapsed in euphoria and would have fallen had not Burt caught her in his arms. The falling water washed over her head and face.

"Oh, my God," she said when she could talk. "That was intense. I've never cum standing up." She thought to herself. ‘My language! I am not behaving like a nun. But then,’ she shook off the thought, ‘I'm not a nun anymore. I'm in Heaven.’ She said aloud, "That climax felt like when I found God.”

“It was my privilege," said Burt. He kissed her on the cheek.

She felt his cock hard in her hand and nun-like again, she said, "Oh, but I forgot all about you. I need to do something. Don't I?”

“It would be nice," he responded. "Although you have no obligation. That's the joy of Heaven.”

“It would be selfish of me not to satisfy you. And after that climax I feel an obligation. Oh, wow, do I feel an obligation! My decades of service to others is still deeply engrained in my conscience.”

“Then, let's go to that beach over there" he pointed to the shoreline of the emerald pool. "I'll cum on your tits. And you can masturbate with me. That's what I like most to do. I'm visual. I like to see my partner; and the facial expression, and the way their body moves when they cum.

She took him by the hand and with a purpose of mission, she stepped into the deep water at the foot of the waterfall and he followed and they swam side by side to the shallower water.

As they touched bottom, Agnes said, "I'd like to feel your cock, uh, your cock inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“No, I want to do what you want me to do. But first I'd like to feel your cock inside me. Just for a moment.”

“Your wish is my command." He turned to face her in the shoulder-depth water and put his hands under her hips and raised her and she locked her legs around him and he cupped her ass cheeks, then  probed until he found her cunt. She felt him pushing inside her and then he was in.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"Yes, I just wanted to know what it felt like; if it felt differently than when Harold fucked me.”

“Does it feel different.”

“I think yours feels tighter.”

“Is that a compliment?" he laughed. "Will you recognize me next time by the tight fit in your cunt?"

Agnes blushed in embarrassment. "That's enough. I just wanted to feel you inside me. Let's go to the beach.”

by SkyBubble. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade.

Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman.

We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.

Periodically, I would glance at her. When she caught me, she would smile, blush, and look away. When the song ended I said; “Belinda, why do you look away from me?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know that this is often a signal.

Belinda blushed. “Well, I..”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Maybe a bit.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just keep noticing how beautiful you are.”

Belinda turned red. “Thank you,” she muttered softly. She seemed nonplussed by the compliment. She had always seemed a bit uncomfortable with compliments.

“I mean it. You’re a very attractive woman.” Belinda smiled.

“Thank you,” she said again. I sat next to her. Belinda shifted slightly. She looked down and twirled her hair.

I looked Belinda directly in the eye. She smiled again and licked her lips. I moved closer to her.

“Look at me, Belinda,” I said. She picked up her pretty head and stared at my lips. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Maybe a little bit,” she said.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. It’s me, your old friend. We’ve been friends for around fifteen years. Since first grade. We grew up together. You can trust me.” Belinda slid a little closer to me, on the side of the bed. I put my arm behind her. She put her head on my arm.

“I know,” Belinda said softly. “It’s just”

“Just what?”

“Most guys…want something.”

“What?”

“They want…” Her voice trailed off. She barely got the next words out. “…to sleep with me.”

“I can understand that,” I said. She gave me a puzzled, slightly irritated look. “You’re a beautiful woman. Inside and out.”

“You said that. Thank you.” Belinda smiled again. She was almost in tears. Her head was on my shoulder. “You’re my best friend,” Belinda said. “I know you won’t take advantage of me.”

“Right,” I said. Belinda licked her lips. She twirled her hair. I reached around and gave her a hug. Suddenly, Belinda took her glasses off.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” said Belinda.

“Why would I mind?” I asked. I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. I leaned over, took her face in my hands, and gave my old friend a good, strong kiss. She responded by sitting up and returning the kiss, Her eyes twinkled.

“I like that,” Belinda said. “I like that a lot.” She moved closer until our bodies touched each other, and she gave me a long kiss.

“Nice,” she said. I put my arm around her. Belinda snuggled up next to me, her hand on my leg. I kissed the back of her neck. It seems that startled her. She jumped and moaned.

“What are you doing?” Belinda said in a surprised tone.

“Belinda, look at me.” She looked me in the eye. “Do you trust me?”

“Well…yeah…I think so. You’re my best friend.”

“Yes,” I said. “We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“I think since we were six,” Belinda said.

“I admit I had kind of a crush on you even then,” I said. Belinda smiled. I gently moved my hand to Belinda’s boob. She shifted in toward me.

“What are you doing?” she said, not in a stern or angry way.

“You seem uncomfortable, Binny,” I said. “May I ask you a personal question?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

“No,” Belinda said softly, with a touch of sadness in her voice.

“Would you like to?”

“Uh, I…I don’t know,” Belinda replied. “Maybe.”

“I love that answer,” I said. “It’s beautifully honest. One of the many beautiful things about you.”

Belinda smiled. She put her head down. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we go with it, and when you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you don’t want to do something, just say no. I won’t push it. OK?”

“OK,” she said tentatively.

“Come kiss me again,” I said. Belinda hit me with a fervent kiss. Her mouth was wide open. I kissed her open mouth and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She giggled. I put my arms around her. I undid her bra.

Belinda reached inside her top and took her bra off. I kissed her tits over her shirt. She took it off. I blew in her ear.

“Oh,” Belinda sighed. “Ah.” I ran my hands up and down her sides while I kissed her round, firm breasts. My tongue licked her nipples. I gently bit them and I sucked on them.

“That’s nice,” said Belinda. “I like that.” Her hand was back on my leg. She gently touched my crotch, then quickly withdrew. My cock was bulging. I stood up.

“Where are you going?” said Belinda. She grabbed me and kissed me again. She unzipped my pants and blew in my ear. My hand was on her round ass. I took off my shirt.

“Oh,” Belinda said with a smile. I pulled her close to me, our bodies grinding against each other. i put my hand back on Belinda’s shapely butt; and pulled her pants off. With a kiss, Belinda unbuckled my belt.

Belinda stretched out on my bed, displaying her womanly charms. “I want it!” she almost yelled. “I want it now.”

“Belinda,” I said, “do you want to do it?”

“Yes!”

“You want to have sex?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to be your first?”

“Yes! I want you to be my first!”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want it! I want you!”

“What do you want?” I said.

“I want your cock! I want you to stick it deep inside me.”

“Are you sure?” I said.

“I’m sure,” she said. “I want you to do me, ravish me. I need you to take me.”

“You want me to take your virginity?”

“Yes! Right now! Please! I’m horny as hell! I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

“OK, then,” I said. I lay next to Belinda. I slipped her soaking panties off. She was dripping.

“You’re wet.” She nodded. I took off my underpants and I kissed Belinda again. She moaned. She wrapped herself around me.

“This might hurt a little,” I said as I placed my finger on the lips of Belinda’s cunt.

“That’s OK,” she said, smiling. “I’m a big girl.” I slipped my finger inside her vagina. I rotated it, moving a little further into her until I found her clitoris. Belinda gasped as I fingered her clit. I rotated it around while Belinda began idly playing with my penis.

I stuck another finger in Belinda. She began stroking my dick more seriously. She was sweating.

“This is great,” Belinda said.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I said. Belinda laughed. As if on an impulse, Belinda raised herself up and kissed my stiff cock. She began to lick it.

“Careful,” I said. “You don’t want me to pop before I’m in you.”

“OK,” Belinda said, and she opened her mouth and put her pretty lips around my hard organ. Her ample tits bounced up and down with the motion of her head.

“I’m about to pop,” I said. “Are you sure you can take it in?”

Belinda laughed. “Ah,” she said.

“OK,” I said, a little skeptically. Then what I had warned her about happened. I popped. My cock jerked around, hitting the roof of Belinda’s mouth and releasing my sperm into her mouth.

At first, Belinda seemed to be taking it in. Suddenly, she coughed and spat jism all over. She smiled and licked her lips, then kissed me.

“Damn,” Belinda said, my juice dripping from her pretty face.

I got up. “I’ll get a towel,” I said. I tossed the towel to Belinda and she wiped her face. I got back on the bed. I said. I kissed her slowly but firmly on the lips, moving down to her tits, down her torso to her pussy. I kissed her pussy.

“Having a good time?” I said.

“Boy, am I!”

“Well, it’s about to get better.” Having already invaded her with my finger, it was easier to get my face in. I opened the walls of her female area and my tongue slowly caressed her cunt, getting a little further inside Belinda. She was breathing heavily.

“Oh, Christ,” said Belinda. “That’s so nice.” She continued to work my penis in her hand. It was growing harder.

I continued to work her pussy. Belinda was breathing hard. Her body was shaking. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed. She could barely contain herself.

My cock stood erect. Belinda stopped stroking it. I finished eating her.

“Give me that!” Belinda said. “I need it! Put it inside me Now!”

I pushed and got a bit inside the lip of Belinda’s cunt. I pulled back and pushed again.

“Ow!”

I gently kissed her and thrust again. Belinda bit her lip and grabbed the sheets. With a couple more pushes, I got fully into her wet pussy. I moved slowly in and out, a little deeper with each thrust, until my hard, stiff dick was as deep as it could get.

Belinda was bug eyed. She was sweating and moaning loudly. I kept pushing in and out, in and out.

“Oh!” I kept thrusting. “Oh, oh my God!” Belinda had never felt anything like that before.

“You OK?” I said.

“OK? I’m fantastic! Jesus Christ, this is good!” I sped up the pace just a little. My balls slapped Belinda’s no longer innocent pussy over and over. “Oh, my God!”

Belinda’s eyes got wide, her breath got short, her legs bent, and she was sweating. I couldn’t tell if she was ecstatic or scared to death, or both.

“OH, MY, GOD!” Belinda cried. “So good!”

I popped. Belinda recognized it from when I popped in her mouth. Her body continued to spasm and tremble with ecstatic pleasure as my cock spat a large stream of juice into her cunt. She could hardly breathe. The stream exhausted, my cock went flaccid.

“Wow, so that’s what it feels like,” Belinda said once she caught her breath. “Wow, cool.”

“You OK? How are you feeling?” I said.

“Great,” Belinda said. “That was really good!” She looked at me and smile. “Thank you. I’m glad you were my first. I hope we can do it again really soon.”

I kissed her. “Any time, Belinda. Any time.”

by SkyBubble for Literotica

Based on a post byRORI333. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It wasn’t the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.

My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.

Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we’d use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.

Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I’m Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn’t play team sports so I didn’t know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.

Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn’t seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.

“I can’t hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.

“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.

“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn’t the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.

By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we’d left the tents in her pack when we’d divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.

“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.

“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.

“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.

“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.

While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.

“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we’re going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.

“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I’ve never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.

“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I’ll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don’t know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn’t feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn’t look, but I couldn’t believe she’d peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.

“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn’t open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn’t see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I’d ever seen, but I didn’t want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.

“Wake up!” a woman’s voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.

“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn’t move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn’t do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.

They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.

“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.

“Isn’t there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.

“Hush!” the woman said, “I was a medic in the Army for twenty years. I need to know his core temperature.” I felt a pair of bare hands pull open my cheeks, and a gloved finger rub a lubricant around my anus. That’s when it dawned on me two sets of hands meant Julie who until earlier today had only seen me with my shirt off at the lake, was staring right at my anus. My thoughts were interrupted by the thermometer plunging into my hole. After a minute it beeped and and an ungloved hand wiped the lubricant off. “Julie!” I thought burning with shame.

They wrapped me in a warmer sleeping bag and rolled me onto my side so that I was facing inside the tent know. I was regaining awareness, but pretended to be asleep because I was too embarrassed to talk to them right now. The stranger, Sierra, introduced herself to Julie, and said she does volunteer search and rescue because of her medic background. She was just out camping when she saw Julie’s orange backpack at the bottom of the ravine and came looking for us.

by RORI333. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It wasn’t the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure.

My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out.

Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we’d use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing.

Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I’m Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn’t play team sports so I didn’t know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area.

Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn’t seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed.

“I can’t hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour.

“Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek.

“Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn’t the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced.

By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we’d left the tents in her pack when we’d divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding.

“I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.” I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy.

“Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned around and tried not to stare. She looked adorable in her jacket and wet gray cotton panties. The rain was causing her panties to stick to her and I could see the outlined shape of her vulva.

“Adam!” she snapped bringing me back to the task at hand. I cleaned the wound off, tried to get as many splinters out as I could, and wrapped it. Dressing the wound caused her legs to separate wider and I saw part of her labia peaking out from the side of her panties.

“All done!” I told her and she quickly snapped her legs shut.

While our clothes and gear were soaked, my sleeping bag was in a waterproof bag.

“Uh, I know this is awkward, but we’re going to have to get out of these wet clothes and share or we could die of hypothermia.” I told her. As dire of a situation as we were in the thought of seeing her naked caused a slight stirring below. I was probably just as nervous about undressing in my shriveled state too.

“I know we have to strip, but can we undress in the sleeping bag? I’ve never shown myself to a guy.” She was blushing and looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment.

“How about I turn around and you can strip down and get in the sleeping bag, then I’ll join you?” I offered disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see her. She nodded so I turned around until she said it was safe. Then it was my turn. She rolled over onto her other side as I turned around and stripped off my soaked shirt, jacket, boots and socks. I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and pants pulling them down in one motion. I turned around expecting to slip into the sleeping bag, behind her, and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at my penis. She quickly shut her eyes and rolled back over, but she had seen everything. I don’t know if I was more embarrassed that she saw me naked or that she saw me for the first time when I was cold and wet. Either way I didn’t feel like confronting her about it under the circumstances. Granted she never said she wouldn’t look, but I couldn’t believe she’d peeked after I had been such a gentleman! I felt my mostly soft penis nestle against the crevice of her butt, as I held her for warmth. We laid in awkward silence as I tried tried to ignore her hard nipples against my arm so I could get some sleep. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled before I drifted off to sleep.

“Adam,” I heard her say in the middle of the night. I didn’t open my eyes or respond right away due to exhaustion so she must have concluded I was still asleep. I felt her get up and I squinted my eyes open to see her nude form in just a pair of boots walk out the exposed part of the shelter into the moonlight. She squatted down to pee and although I couldn’t see much I did get a long look at her pale shapely bum. I was rock hard at the sight of the first naked woman I’d ever seen, but I didn’t want to get caught looking when she came in so I closed my eyes as she stood up. She tucked herself back into the bag and felt something poking her. Reaching in she grabbed hold of my shaft and quickly let go when she realized what it was. That was the last thing I remember before a beam of light hit my face several hours later.

“Wake up!” a woman’s voice said. A tall lady with a headlamp was looking down on me.

“We need to get you out here and somewhere warmer.” she informed me. I tried to respond, but couldn’t move! I struggled to retain consciousness as she she undid our sleeping bag. Julie quickly got up and all I saw was her butt, again as she was quickly wrapped in a poncho by the stranger. I was lying there with my penis completely exposed to both women, but between the bruising on my ribs and the cold I couldn’t do anything about it. The stranger after checking my ribs for obvious fractures, pulled me onto my feet, and Julie wrapped me into an emergency blanket. Her hand brushed against my penis as she tied it shut. How are we ever going to go back to normal after this I wondered? They pulled my boots on and hauled me a short ways further up the trail where I saw a large tent lit by a lantern. Inside was considerably warmer and insulated.

They gently laid me on my stomach and the stranger grabbed a medical bag.

“Get that blanket off him!” She said frantically. Julie untied the emergency blanket, and I was exposed again.

“Isn’t there another way ma'am?” I heard Julie ask.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

 As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary.

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Just then, Mary poked her head in to tell us that dinner was on the table.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

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Alison looked at me for a minute, before her mouth quirked upwards in a smile.

I took my friend Tess’s virginity by accident.

by  thegratian. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The text popped up on my screen: “Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up all your cum for when I see you tomorrow.”

Lysa attached a video. It was taken last summer, right before we were going to be apart for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples beautifully hard. The video kept going further down, over her toned abs, to the fuzzy dusting of blonde hair on her cunt. Further down, and I could see her flowery cunt lips opening, welcoming my cock over and over with a wet sound.

Behind the camera, I could hear myself say in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.”

“Cum inside me,” Lysa moaned on the video. “Cum in me, fill up my cunt; ”

On the video my cock drove deep into her, as far as it could go, then throbbed, emptying cum into her cunt. Lysa moaned off-camera. In the light of the flash, I pulled my cock from her grasping cunt, letting the cum spill out of her. As the camera tilted up, angling the shot to include not only the cum dripping from her cunt but also her heaving breasts and her face, blonde hair and eyes gazing down at me, I paused the video.

“Come on,” I typed back. “That’s not fair. You’re making it very hard to stick to our agreement.”

I’m ashamed to admit that quitting masturbation for three weeks was a harder task than I’d expected, but my girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Lysa loved cum more than anything, and I was happy to oblige her, knowing the pent up passion would make my first time back inside her extra good.

Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our whole friend group had gone down to my friend Henry’s family’s place in the Catskills for a vacation before starting our summer jobs. Lysa had to visit family, so she was only coming for the last chunk of the trip.

“Only 16 more hours,” Lysa texted back. “I get in late tonight.”

“Wake me up when you do,” I texted with a flirty emoji.

“I’ve got a few ideas of how.” She attached another picture, this one of her with two fingers buried inside her wet cunt.

“I’m blocking you,” I joked. “Too much teasing, and it’s only 9 A.M.”

From the door of my room, I heard a knock.

“One second,” I called out, before texting Lysa: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down next to me, then yelled to the door: “Come in!”

Tess stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic clothing. She took in the room, frowning.

“We’ve been here one night and it looks like a tornado hit your room.”

My best friend from childhood, Tess grew up two streets away from me. We were even each other’s first kiss when we were 12. But that was all long ago. Both of us had chosen the same college, several states away from our hometown, and remained good friends. I can’t say people didn’t ask about me and Tess, though. She was undeniably beautiful: big blue eyes below dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and angular features, chestnut-brown hair tied in a tight braid. And yes, I had spent my teenage years observing the changes in her body, watching as she grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never really romantic (not counting the first kiss), which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Lysa, and Tess was dating Henry.

“You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said. I stealthily tucked my semi-hard cock into my waistband and stood, brushing past her to pick up one of the shirts from the ground. Sniffing it, I put it on.

“You’re horrible,” Tess said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating, but what else is new?”

“Should I pack a hat? It’s supposed to get up to the 90s, right?”

“I don’t know. Henry and Greg were saying there’s a chance of rain. Can I check the weather on your phone?”

“Go for it.”

Tess picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously “Holy crap, whoops! Sorry!”

“What?” I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Lysa had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: “Don’t tire yourself out too much.” Tess had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my hard cock, wet and veiny, stretching out her friend’s cunt.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that would be up on my phone,” I said, embarrassed. “Lysa’s been; sending me stuff in preparation for her getting in tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I get it.” Tess blushed even deeper, then paused. “I; I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.”

“No, of course.” It was more flustered than I’d seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I’ll just check the weather on my own phone,” Tess said, and left.

Tess came from a religious family, so her reaction wasn’t unexpected. When you’re raised by parents who don’t even mention the existence of sex to you, it can be tough to bounce back. I’d been the one to explain sex to her, one day when we were teenagers, coming back from school. Even so, by now I figured she’d gotten over the embarrassment and shame surrounding sex, considering she was dating Henry, but she was still fairly innocent. Then again, she had just been surprised with a closeup picture of her two friends having sex, so who wouldn’t be embarrassed?

I’m sure that was it, I thought as I got dressed for the hike. Regular embarrassment.

Despite my late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me into alertness for the hike. Our other friends, Marina, Bo, and Sarah, were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their fast pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent most of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist an ankle any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, strong, slender legs to Tess’s ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Henry.

I shook my head. Clearly, a mixture of Lysa’s teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had turned me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.

We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Henry pulled me aside.

“Can I ask you something, man? It’s about Tess.”

“What’s up?” I thought maybe Tess had told him about the picture she’d seen of Lysa and me and prepared to apologize.

“Tess and I have been dating for like four months now, and; ” he paused, a little awkward. “I know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but I’m just gonna say it: I kinda thought we’d be doing more, sexually, by now. All we’ve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.”

Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. So Tess was still a virgin. I don’t know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didn’t realize was there, felt a flash of; something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried not to show emotion on my face as he went on:

“She’s said she’s waiting for marriage to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think she’d want to do anything more than just makeout and dry hump? Not even just for me. I’d love to make her; finish, you know.”

“I haven’t talked with her about it,” I said truthfully. “It’s not the sort of thing we discuss.”

“Do you know if she’s ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?”

“What previous boyfriends?” Tess had never dated anyone seriously before Henry. Heck, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that she’d talk about having crushes on boys, but when I’d tell her to do something, she’d refuse. “If I were you, dude, I’d just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before she’s ready.”

On the way back down the mountain I watched Tess with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture; she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldn’t be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.

By the end of the hike we were all dripping with sweat. As Tess pulled her shirt up to mop off her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra, and, I noted with another pang somewhere in my stomach, surprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, too late.

Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Lysa wouldn’t return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed,” Henry said, getting up. It was late at night and we’d put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Henry, and Tess, who’d seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.

“I’ll be right there,” Tess said, as Henry wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. “T minus two hours until Lysa gets here. Are you excited?”

“Of course. I miss her a lot.”

“I mean, are you; excited?” Tess said, gesturing down at my crotch.

“Ha ha ha,” I said sarcastically.

Tess sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasn’t wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie cunt. Of course she wasn’t shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. She’d never even had sex.

“I guess she hasn’t been too far away, what with all those pictures,” Tess said.

She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her bush, and through it her neat cunt lips.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. You didn’t have to see that.” I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her cunt.

“No, I liked it,” Tess said. “The wifi’s terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it of the two of you.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I joked.

“Is there?”

I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. We’d both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didn’t usually speak this brazenly.

“Yeah. Videos, too.”

Tess’s face was now as pink as mine. Was she not joking around?

“Can I see?”

“Should I airdrop them, or just email?”

Tess stood up and moved across the room to me. My heart started to beat fast. I couldn’t stand up, because I was rock hard.

“Show me.”

Trying not to let my hands shake, I opened my phone. I pulled up the picture she’d seen, the closeup on Lysa’s cunt with my bare cock drilling into it.

“Really?” I asked.

Tess nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her. She drank in the picture onscreen with her eyes.

“I’ve already seen this one,” she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one; the video of me and Lysa, paused with the cum trickling out of her cunt, her tits and face in the shot.

“Where are you?”

I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing sound of me entering Lysa, then her moaning. Tess’s mouth was half-open as she watched.

“Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.” At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Lysa wouldn’t want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Tess to see my cock? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.

Posing Leads To;

Artwork leads to passion for virgin coed.

By SoCaliDude.

I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where

Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher,

I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is

I’m was an art major. Ron is a media major.

Later, Ron bumped into me at Nicodel's, a popular Colorado

When Ron arrived, I was in a, rear, booth, crying. When he asked

"I had to draw him today,, I sobbed. It's my final project;

"What were you drawing? Why $100?"

"Silly boy, it was a figure pose; as in nude;" I

"Oh," he said. "I didn't know; I bet there are

"Yea, right," I responded. "They will want

"If you need a naked man, and put someone else's face, I

"Seriously?" I said. "Kind of like me posing for

"Seriously;" Ron responded. "My SLR is in my car.

"I really need this grade; I am not much to look at; Covered

"You won't scare me. I lost my v-card last year and hairy

"I hope you aren't planning sex," I admitted.

We walked to his car, drove to the store-for film, and to my

"My mom is on the closing crew-at Sears, so we have about

Ron dropped me at her door and parked his Camaro on the street; probably

He walked in, shut the door behind him, and I greeted him in a

I, quickly, grabbed my sketchpad, then, told him to stand on the

I placed the sketch pad in my lap, covering my bushy pubes.

About an hour, later, I concluded my work, stood up and showed

Ron had me stand next to the curtain, and took a, single,

As he laid down on the comforter, on the sofa, I gathered up my

"This is fantastic!" I shouted, as we joined, in

He gasped as he entered my warm, wet, hairy, pussy. I was in

Moments later, he was eating my hairy pussy and stroking my

He gently held me as I returned from orbit; As I moaned in

"That was so, freaking awesome!" I sighed; "I

"I don't give it away, I laughed. Love my tongue, love me; And

I pulled Ron on top of me and he sucked my breasts as he slid

"Robyn? Robyn? Who is that with you? We woke up to the

"You are naked, under the covers, together;" said my

"You are right," I responded. "Mark saved my art

"Thanks for making my girl happy!" Mother said to Ron;

"Don't worry," I assured mom; My period starts in two

As soon as mom left the room, I rolled over and slid his cock

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