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October 25 Camping In Ireland: Part 2
Camping In Ireland: Part 2
A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.
Based on a post by Josh
stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the
►
Podcast at My
First Time.
The Night Storm
They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning
slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet
together, behind his shoulder blades.
Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs
slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing
into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as
they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by
pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her
head, and tossed back by the bags.
She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties,
returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so.
Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred
him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual
setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her
body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.
Intimacy in the open air.
Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out
within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She
pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they
warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the
first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as
her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled
sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return
to his crotch. He was glad she wasn t giving attention to his shriveled wet
pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a
normal flaccid size. It wasn t even worthy of being called a cock, when
shriveled this tiny.
He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his
tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of
his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at
her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to
re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.
His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once
more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of
her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and
dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock
stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his
shaft, as he swelled.
They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on
the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they
could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every
direction.
She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and
he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though
they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely
warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they
enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.
Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had
been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against
her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an
open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers
wandered towards her most private place.
Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much,
she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he
had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following
her lead.
"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I
am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face
flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only
really met 24 hours ago.
He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep
brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I
really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be
working in a magical sync, like they ve done this since the dawn of
creation."
Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality
of the situation dawned.
"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like
you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".
"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me
such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before. They
kissed, then she added I want to learn what makes you feel good".
And so began a time of great learning for both of them.
Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up,
to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.
She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling
his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers
through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock,
exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he
neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words
helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him
tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip,
tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length,
learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from
him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a
marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply
about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to
collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual
it was, how much pleasure she had given him.
He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her
ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she
moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her
inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She
told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her
clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her
moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina
before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her,
felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She
was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising
visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she
groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily
inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt
her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and
she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose
further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at
the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper.
He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before,
as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him
to give her pleasure.
She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her
guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was
desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her
legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had
done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten
around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once
more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to
be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her
nipples, felt her reach for his cock.
But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she
moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and
pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his
mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.
As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he
felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he
licked her clitoris.
It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them
had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each
other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever
been.
His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her
ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his
saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her
perfectly-formed ass.
She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt
as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a
crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical
rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might
have previously existed.
His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after
wave of pleasure dominating her body.
Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You re Amazing! was heard by the
birds in the area, but no one else.
As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold
back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place
in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls
contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched
himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.
Libby, here it comes, ah, ah! he shouted.
He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost
primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his
semen for the first time.
Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby! You re a sex goddess, baby!
He finally declared.
They held each other tighter in that moment than they had
ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently
lapped at her opening.
It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved
from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She
turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both
could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay
in each other s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most
beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further
exploration, of firsts for them both.

Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.
The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries,
trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back
with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation
and further cemented their bond.
He told her of his empty house, his parents away until
Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?
She immediately accepted his hospitality.
By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout,
and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt
different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.
Have I satisfied you, Nigel? Libby asked as they completed
the late meal.
And then some, Libby. Nigel admitted. I honestly need to
give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?
Oh, thank God! My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw,
and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire! Libby
finally expressed her relief.
And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each
other s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But
he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt
differently in his half-slumber.
His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles
completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths
synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his
mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his
fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs
the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body
towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to
the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down
the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in
texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.
He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so
slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a
little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the
outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her
underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and
followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he
reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward
and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his
fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what
might come next.
She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her
waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his
dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.
He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as
she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the
top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the
tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he
noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets
beside him.
He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of
the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could
hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long
hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned
towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.
His index finger explored her thigh once more, more
intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again.
This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no
further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin
became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger
began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her
pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy
hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of
gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.
His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her
labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch,
and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and
mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her
slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the
space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger
stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so.
His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to
relax again a moment later.
In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind.
Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band
around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the
same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew
his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.
As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her.
He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath
gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and
the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so
slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the
moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body.
He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself
inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging
from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the
first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her
vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand.
Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to
her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he
did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.
Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple
gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and
he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She
lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly
for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly
puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his
head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his
mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in
texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He
brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection
beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.
She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed
tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked
her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further,
and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly
removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms,
then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact
for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed
against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his
chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment
that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them
both, exciting but without fear.
She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat
beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked
down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his
erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then
enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around
him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him
into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved
the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She
wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and
changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down
to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped
momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She
shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her
soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she fe
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October 24 Camping In Ireland: Part 1
Camping In Ireland: Part 1
A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.
Based on a post by Josh
stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the
►
Podcast at My
First Time.
The Night Storm
Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled
outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm
blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the
outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and
somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the
campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest
Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and opportunity .
Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two
rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the
zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were
each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found.
Her tent.
The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the
group had departed for a party, in the village.
There was a silent tension, which neither of them could
quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college
friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by
word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of
friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was
a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done
in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor s
Honda Civic.
Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were
somehow tense, his legs were restless.
To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his
sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his head
torch . A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free
illumination. Was there anything she wanted?
His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly
grabbed his essentials and took refuge in her family tent which she had all
to herself.
The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the
other tents will survive this barrage?
Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He
removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as
possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting
wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual
Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his
spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.
Thank you for staying back at camp. I m not sure how I d
feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline. She said.
I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is
where they are? He wondered aloud.
Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and
are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail? she giggled.
She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom.
Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He
collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head
was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself.
She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled
back into her own cocoon.
The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once
deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.
After some time, she raised her arm above her head,
stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms
began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering
how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers
wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood
the tension for the first time.
Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered
between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent
adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark
of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an
hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out,
warmed up, relaxed.
She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At
some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and
fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became
synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters
away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.
Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet
relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their
kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly
into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened,
he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her
hair.
He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between
his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips,
their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment.
She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across,
his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her
movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top,
her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his
bare skin.
On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without
either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his
hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his
hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so
gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This
was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in
the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew.
Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.
His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt
the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top.
Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.
In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her
top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his
body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning.
He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of
her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton
dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast
fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her
bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the
first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing
further into his mouth as they embraced.
Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb
held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her
reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His
erection was now clearly felt by both of them.
He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to
discover the absence of any back clips at all.
She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her
orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups
swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.
She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms.
With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around
his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their
pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.
In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to
see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could
benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in
expressing desire and pleasure.
Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in
a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of
her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her,
his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other.
The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped
his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him
how good it felt.
As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply
across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.
When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before
he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent,
and she was once again kissing him deeply.
Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging
downwards, toward his waist.
He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.
As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection
through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his
thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.
He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers
pinched his phallic crown.
They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the
tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical,
over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle
movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took
his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..
He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still
astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape
of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her
torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became
impatient to explore further.
She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and
pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly
slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.
As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans,
slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to
finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans.
Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled
the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined
her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her
extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.
He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced
her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the
underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.
And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined.
Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both
hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could
feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach
inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.
He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course,
had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of
anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.
As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she
moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the
thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath,
the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.
He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her
clitoris would be. That s when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the
point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the
resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small
circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her
breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her
enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.
She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight
fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at
the apex, when she heard his groan.
He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of
this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then
he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his
loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.
Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her
index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.
The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her
to redirect her affections.
She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his
hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the
enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs manipulation.
She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up
into his pelvis.
Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his
remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and
pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the
tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other
hand wrapped his naked cock again.
He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his
focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this
urging aside for now.
She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He
groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She
felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum
now on her thumb.
She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her
panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his
knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.
She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to
his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one
hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.
He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot
bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than
before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips
began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and
her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time,
his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic
hair. It was exquisite.
His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her
warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender
skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers
increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more
above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so
tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping
ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime.
He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger
gliding across, around, within.
Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He
was desperate to explore.
Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her
legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a
blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her
knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands
to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at
her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling
her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his
finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.
He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to
reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock
all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated
like the canon of a battleship.
He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave
of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as
she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his
finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes,
while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to
understand how to please her.
Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told
him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice,
the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with
the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.
His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he
felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more
frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural
voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass
up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal
muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched
with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned.
His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit
his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his
semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.
They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped
from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.
He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their
torsos to slip and slide.
Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a
first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their
minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the
wind howling around them as they slept.
He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light
outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain
had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm.
Then, he noticed how cold he was.
Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her
close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the
muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him
in her slumber.
She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his
bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.
He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch
he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep
once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before,
and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.
She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the
man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his
blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he
awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.</
28 min
October 23 The Church Girl and the Hippies: Part 2

The
Church Girl and the Hippies: Part 2.
Sue Learns
of Free Love, from Hippies..
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"Oh God!" she thought. She now had a man's
erect penis in her hand and she was pleasuring him, "wanking"
him. It was obvious that it was giving him a lot of pleasure, his
eyes staring at her slender fingers around his cock and he was
breathing faster.
"Have you done this before?" asked Frank,
breathlessly. Sue shook her head. "Well you've certainly got a
good touch," he said, "if you keep going I'm going to cum
very quickly."
Sue wondered about this and assumed he'd behave as
Sally had when she'd made herself orgasm just now. But Sally had done
it to herself. "Will I be able to do that to you?" she
asked, bemused.
"Oh yes," said Sally on Frank's behalf, "he
loves to be wanked by a young novice, he likes inexperienced hands on
his cock. Just make sure you keep going. And you should speed up now,
he's getting close."
Sue sped up but soon Frank was gasping, "faster,
faster." Sue obliged, going as quickly as she could, her hand
moving rapidly up and down the long, pink pole of his cock. Then
suddenly Frank emitted a long, low groan and Sue watched in disbelief
as a string of white juice spurted out of the end of his cock and
landed across his stomach and her hand.
"Don't stop just yet," advised Sally, so
Sue carried on and more white stuff emitted from his cock, over her
arm. Only when it had stopped did Sally say, "now, just stroke
it slowly a couple more times and then squeeze the last of his spunk
out of the end.
So this was "spunk." Another word she'd
heard a lot in the playground and never understood. But she vaguely
knew that men produced "semen" which made babies in girls'
tummies. Maybe that's what this stuff was? Sally was on hand with a
clean cloth and wiped the spunk off her hand and arm, and Frank's
stomach.
Frank was looking very relaxed. "Thank you
church girl, that was something else, best one I've had in ages."
It felt nice to receive the compliment but she was also highly
sexually aroused at having just "wanked" a grown man's cock
to orgasm.
Sue noticed that his cock was shrinking, and now it
was the size of a large sausage resting on his thigh, still oozing
"spunk".
So is that what happens, she wondered? It grows hard
for sex and gets small afterwards to fit in their trousers? That
would explain why all the boys and men she'd ever met didn't have
huge projections in their trousers. There was so much she'd never
been taught. It was time to make up for it.
The sun was beating down and she turned her attention
back to the couple making love. Rachel was now sitting on top of Rick
riding up and down on his cock. They didn't seem to be in a rush.
With all the sex she was encountering, Sue's fanny was throbbing and
her tits were tingling. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against the
fabric of her dress. She had never touched herself before, but
somehow she instinctively felt that she wanted to try it. Obviously,
she couldn't with all these people around.
Suddenly she realized that Sally was kneeling on the
grass beside her. Sally put her arm around Sue and her head on Sue
shoulder. She whispered softly in her ear, "just enjoy, sweetie,
everything's okay, just enjoy." It felt very reassuring. Sally
had been nice to her since the moment she arrived and Sue really
liked her.
The two on the floor were still fucking slowly and
kissing each other. Frank was still by Sue's side and she noticed
that his cock was growing stiff again as he stroked it, watching the
couple.
Sally ran her fingers through Sue's hair and kissed
her cheek. Sue turned her head to her and instantly Sally kissed her
lips, just lightly but definitely a kiss.
Sue was confused but it felt so nice. So when Sally
kissed her again, gently but a more lingering kiss, she let her. She
had never been kissed before and girls at school had told her that
boys kissed horribly, all rough. But this was lovely and soft and
gentle and enjoyable. Their lips remained together as Sally ran her
fingers through Sue's hair.
Sally's fingers caressed Sue's neck, then glided down
her shoulder, fingertips gently across her chest and Sue realized
that she was unbuttoning the front of her dress. Oh no. What was she
doing? She had nothing on underneath except her panties.
Sue put her hand on hers to stop her. Sally whispered
softly to her again, "don't worry lovely, I won't do anything to
you that you don't want, and I can stop any time. But if it feels
enjoyable, why stop?"
She had only unfastened the top button. She stopped
there and instead her hand moved down to feel her nipple through her
dress. The cotton was not very thick and the girl's fingers easily
found and squeezed her nipple, which was already hard. The feeling
was electric. Sue's head was screaming, is this right? But her body
was saying this is fantastic. Her body won and she allowed her to
carry on as Sally kissed her lips and now squeezed her tiny sensitive
little tits through the thin fabric of her dress.
And so, after a while when Sally's fingers returned
to the buttons and undid several more, Sue didn't stop her. When her
hand crept inside, under the fabric, and found Sue's naked tit she
gasped. She didn't complain as Sally gently squeezed her tit and
stroked her nipple with her fingertips.
Never having touched herself, not even her boobies,
she was feeling sensations she had never felt before. She missed out
on so much just because of what her mother had told her. No wonder
her girl friends at school had been talking for years about the joys
of touching their tits or fannies, or boys groping them.
And although she felt embarrassed when Sally lifted
the straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall down, exposing
her tiny bumps to the world, she certainly didn't complain when Sally
started licking them and sucking her nipples. It felt like heaven.
Sally took a moment to whisper right next to her ear again, "I
love your little tits". That made Sue feel good that she didn't
think they were too small.
Rick and Rachel were now getting faster and more
passionate. Sue felt privileged to be watching two very beautiful
people making love to each other. Frank's hand was now moving faster
on his cock and his eyes were fixed on the couple.
Sally continued to suck her tits, with her hand
rested on Sue's bare legs. She gently caressed from her knees up her
thighs and it felt lovely. So gentle. When her hand moved to the skin
of her inner thigh, it felt a bit more sensitive, almost ticklish.
But then as her hand began to get closer to her panties, Sue began to
get tense. "It's okay sweetie," Sally whispered again,
"relax. Like I said, I'll stop any time you want, but if you
enjoy what I do, just let it happen sweetie."
Sue relaxed as Sally's fingers approached her panties
and then, with one fingertip, she gently stroked the fabric from the
bottom of her slit to the top. She stopped there and whispered in her
ear again, "did that feel nice?"
"Yes," was all Sue needed to say. That was
an understatement. If sucking her tits was heaven, this was more than
heaven.
Sally's finger returned and stroked again, this time
with a little more pressure. Instinctively, Sue opened her legs
slightly and pushed her fanny against the girl's fingers. Now she was
rubbing with three fingers. Sue's hips were moving in rhythm with
her. Oh God, what was this girl doing to her?
The sensation building in Sue's fanny was impossible
for her to describe, unlike anything she had experienced before. But
nothing prepared her for the even more sensitive sensation when Sally
slid her fingers under her panties and onto her naked fanny. Her slit
was soaking wet and Sally's fingers slid easily inside. She clearly
knew exactly what she was doing as her fingers expertly found her
clitoris, which Sue herself had never touched but which she almost
instinctively knew was there, and started circling it. Then her
fingers found Sue's hole and pushed Inside as far as they would go
before they encountered the obvious resistance. "Oh Gosh, you
really are an innocent," whispered Sally.
She kissed Sue on the lips again, but Sue was now
gasping deep breaths as Sally rhythmically circled and rubbed her
fanny and her clitoris. She sped up and Sue's pushed herself against
Sally's fingers. She knew something inside her was about to burst,
something was building up, and suddenly Sue screamed out and her body
convulsed in waves and waves of pleasure as Sally expertly rubbed and
caressed her fanny throughout the first orgasm of her life.
The others all stopped what they were doing and
turned to look. Sally kissed her on the lips again and then asked,
"haven't you ever done that before, sweetie? Was that your
first?"
Sue had no breath and simply nodded, "my first."
"That was truly beautiful," said Sally.
"But would you believe, there's more to come." And with
that she knelt between Sue's legs. In a single movement she removed
her panties.
Sally pushed her knees apart and in disbelief Sue
watched as Sally's face descended between her legs. Sue realized
that, when she had said she wanted to lick her, she had meant it
literally. Sally parted Sue's fanny with her fingers, pushed out her
tongue, and started to lick her slit from bottom to top, focusing on
her clitoris.
Having just come, Sue was still very sensitive and
Sally wasted no time, licking her passionately. If anything it felt
even better than her fingers. And in moments Sue felt the same
sensation inside yet again and screamed once more for the second
orgasm of her life, and as Sally continued, soon followed by her
third and her fourth until she collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
Sally knelt beside her and kissed Sue gently on the
lips, slowly stroking her tits and her neck as Sue sat back onto the
chair recovering from the waves of ecstasy still flowing through her
body. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she saw that Rick
and Rachel had finished having sex and were lying together naked on
the blanket. She noticed that Rick's cock was no longer big and hard
but limp, as Rick's had been.
But when she turned to Frank still sitting quietly
beside her, he had not finished what he was doing. His cock was still
large and hard and he was stroking it slowly in his hand. And as he
was doing so he was staring at Sue's tits and her panty-less fanny.
She felt embarrassed and moved to cover herself but
Sally whispered in her ear, "don't cover up, he's giving you the
ultimate compliment, he's masturbating looking at your body. His cock
is telling you he thinks you're really sexy. Why not let him carry
on?"
Obediently Sue sat still as Frank stood to get a
better view between her legs. His hand continued stroking his long
cock from top to bottom, now getting faster. Far from feeling
embarrassed, Sue now began to feel the thrill of being lusted after.
It made her very horny to realize that he was wanking himself just
because of her tits and her fanny. After years of covering herself,
she realized she really enjoyed her body being looked at.
Obediently Sue sat still as Frank stood to get a
better view between her legs. His hand continued stroking his long
cock from top to bottom, now getting faster. Far from feeling
embarrassed, Sue now began to feel the thrill of being lusted after.
It made her very horny to realize that he was wanking himself just
because of her tits and her fanny. After years of covering herself,
she realized she really enjoyed her body being looked at.
Frank reached out and asked, "may I?" Sue
nodded back to him and his fingers stroked her tits.
Sally whispered in her ear again, "he's always
had a thing for little tits. Don't tell Rachel but he prefers mine to
her. And yours are tiny, so I'm guessing he thinks yours are perfect.
Sometimes when he's fucking me, we both pretend I'm a little virgin
schoolgirl." Sue said nothing but thought to herself, actually
that's exactly what I am.
Sally added, "Sweetie, if you want to avoid him
cumming on your lovely dress you'd better take it off."
Sue slipped the dress off and sat there, her skinny
body totally naked and on display for Frank to masturbate over. It
was the most brazen thing she'd done yet and she loved it.
Frank ran his fingers across her chest from one
little bump to the other and squeezed her nipples. His wanking got
faster and more urgent. And soon she recognized the signs that he was
near orgasm, and she watched in awe as white spunk gushed once again
from the end of his cock, this time landing all over her tits.
That was yet another first for the innocent sheltered
schoolgirl, church girl. To display herself to a grown man as he
masturbated, and to watch him ejaculate over her tits.
Sally took the cloth again and lovingly wiped the
spunk juice from Sue's tits and stomach, taking extra care across her
nipples. Sue watched in amazement as Frank's cock again shrank to
hang between his legs. So she was right, that is what happened to a
man's cock after sex. Then Sally gave Sue another long gentle kiss on
the lips.
At this point, everyone was feeling very soporific in
the afternoon heat, everyone having recently orgasmed. Sally guided
Sue down onto the large blanket on the ground and all five of them
cuddled up together.
Sue found herself between Frank, behind her, and
Sally facing her. The two girls hugged with Frank's arm around them
both. Sally by this time had removed her own skirt and top and Sue
saw the girl's boobies for the first time. They were indeed a lot
smaller than Rachel's but larger than her own. They had a lovely
shape to them and she found it beautifully erotic when they hugged
and their nipples rubbed together. She wondered whether her own tits
would ever grow to that size, but that was looking unlikely as all
her friends had developed years ago.
As Frank pressed his body against her back, she felt
his soft cock against her backside. But before long she became aware
that it was growing again. And within a minute, it felt as hard as
she had seen it previously. And he was rubbing it backwards and
forwards in the crevice between her buttocks. She was amazed that it
could do that, get small and get hard again so quickly.
She had never been so close to a man, especially a
naked one with a hard cock, and it felt very sexy. She began to feel
turned on again and she rubbed her small bottom back against his
cock. It felt very naughty having a man's hard cock pressing against
her bum and they continued doing that, slowly rocking together, for
several minutes.
But she wasn't the only one turned on. Sally started
kissing her lips again, and this time with more passion and
insistence. Sally hand was on Sue's nipples once again and this time
she took Sue's hand and placed it on her own beautiful boobies,
guiding her to squeeze them and find her nipples.
It felt strange to Sue to be doing that to another
girl, but the obvious pleasure it gave Sally encouraged her to carry
on. So when Sally then took Susan's hand and placed her fingers down
between her legs, pushing Sue's fingers into older girls slit, Sue
didn't resist. After all, Sally had been very generous earlier in
giving her the first orgasms of her life, first using her fingers and
then her tongue. The least she could do was return the favor
Looking into Sue's eyes, Sally murmured, "darling,
your fingers feel so good, I knew you'd be a natural, please don't
stop." So Sue continued as Sally guided her fingers in what to
do, down between her legs into her warm wet hole, which felt both
weird and incredibly sensuous, and then easing her fingers back up
along her slit to find the little pleasure spot, which Sally had
expertly introduced her to on her own fanny earlier.
Each movement of her fingers clearly gave such
pleasure to Sally, that Sue was very happy to carry on doing what was
asked of her. Still lying face-to-face, Sue looked at the older girl,
with her eyes blissfully closed, and thought she was the most
beautiful person she'd ever seen.
By the time Sally pushed Sue's fingers back inside
her and asked her to speed up, it was obvious that Sally was close to
having another orgasm, urging her, "please don't stop, please
don't stop." But Sue really didn't want to stop, it felt amazing
to be able to give that much pleasure to someone, and then in front
of Sue's eyes, Sally orgasmed again.
She felt incredibly privileged to watch the girl's
face in total ecstasy and orgasm, only inches in front of her.
Eventually opening her eyes, Sally stroked Sue's face and hair and
kissed her lovingly again. "That was beautiful, you're so good
to me." And they lay there hugging each other for several
minutes until Sally said, "I think someone else wants your
attention now. He's very good lover. Allow him pleasure you."
Sue looked around and there was Frank, still naked.
He gently pulled Sue onto her back and she saw and his cock was still
hard, right in front of her. "Now then church girl," he
said, "let me to take you to a special place."
Frank started by kissing her lips. It was the first
time she'd been kissed by a boy. It was different, it wasn't as soft
as kissing Sally, but it wasn't horrible as school friends had said.
It felt like she was kissing a man, masculine, with confident. Now
close to him she realized he was older than she'd thought, clearly
the oldest of the group, and obviously experienced. She liked that,
in her own innocence and experience, knowing that he knew what he was
doing. She liked his manliness, different to the softness of Sally
but still very attractive to her.
Now his hands replaced Sally's, stroking her tiny
tits, squeezing her nipples. And then his fingertips grazing down her
stomach to rest on that secret place between her legs. Since she had
never touched herself there, up to that moment in her life the only
person who ever had touched her there was Sally. Sally was still
there beside her like an angel, now kissing the side of her face and
whispering in her ear, "let him."
Trusting Sally, but not knowing what to do, she lay
still, allowing Frank's fingers to find her still wet slit and slide
inside. Frank clearly knew what he was doing, instantly finding her
clitoris and very quickly arousing the same strong sexual feelings
within her. She lay motionless as his fingers circled her pleasure
spot, and her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand. She gave no
resistance as his finger slid down to find her vagina, her secret
hole.
"Ah," said Frank as his finger slid inside
and found it obstructed. "A genuine innocent." And a big
smile spread across his face.
Sally whispered in her ear again, "Frank likes a
virgin. He likes to be first. He likes how tight they are. And how
much they enjoy their first experience of having a cock inside them.
He says he likes to make them squeal. But it's okay, he doesn't
expect that you will automatically have sex with him. He knows it
26 min
October 22 The Church Girl and the Hippies: Part 1
The Church
Girl and the Hippies: Part 1.
Sue, A
sheltered churchgoing schoolgirl, encounters some hippies.
Based on a post by FlashingJack.
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Sue is at church. It's a hot sunny day and she's
feeling very happy because she's wearing a new summer dress which she
chose herself from the catalog Once it arrived, it was smaller than
she expected and quite revealing. Maybe she should have bought a
couple of sizes larger. She was called "stick insect" at
school, tall and skinny with almost no tits. But now the dress has
arrived she wants to wear it. The hem is high up her long skinny
thighs, only just below her panties. It has thin straps over her
shoulders and a straight neckline which is quite low, most of the way
down her chest. She wondered if it was too revealing, but being a
late developer, she doesn't really have any cleavage to show anyway
so she's decided it doesn't matter. It's pastel yellow with buttons
all down the front instead of a zip in the back, and the light cotton
fabric is perfect for a hot day.
It's too hot to wear a bra and being so flat chested
she doesn't really need one, and a light pair of panties will do in
this heat. As she's putting the dress on in her bedroom, she looks at
herself in the mirror and she's quite excited. Being tall and slender
with straight brown hair, the dress suits her. It feels quite daring
wearing nothing but the dress, her panties and a pair of sandals. And
showing so much chest and so much leg. But she makes sure to fasten
all the buttons from the bottom right up to the top. And she can pull
her long hair forward to hide her chest, rather than having a
ponytail.
She goes to church and has a nice time praying and
singing. Her strict parents have decided she's old enough to be left
on her own and have gone to visit relatives for the whole weekend so
she's gone to church on her own.
After the service, while having coffee, people are
being extra nice to her. She especially notices a lot of the men,
even the grown-ups, their eyes are lingering on her longer than
normal, looking her up and down. She feels very virtuous and holy
because she's been singing to God. So she puts worldly thoughts to
the back of her mind. But it was flattering when a group of older men
kept smiling at her and looking at her long bare legs.
Best not to think about that right now, she puts
those thoughts aside, but it was a novelty. Nobody had ever looked at
her body like that before. Her parents had never allowed her to wear
anything so revealing. It was only because her parents were away that
she was able to wear it today. She decides she likes this dress, it's
a lovely sunny color and it makes her feel good to receive attention.
She walks home down the country lane in the warm
sunshine, very happy. Halfway home she meets a group of four
strangers. They are kind of hippy looking. The two girls have lots of
beads around their necks and flowers in their hair. They look around
20. The boys have long hair, also wearing beads, and are maybe a few
years older.
They are friendly and they invite her to come for
some lemonade at their camper van in the nearby field, so she follows
them and tries to make out what these strangers are like.
One of the girls is called Rachel. She has a pale
blue T-shirt and a flowing skirt with tassels. She has long dark wavy
hair and is curvy, but not fat. She has largish boobies (though not
as big as her mom's) and Sue is shocked to see that the girl is
clearly not wearing a bra. Her boobies and nipples are very visible,
swinging around inside her cotton T-shirt as she walks.
It's okay for me not to wear a bra, thinks Sue, with
such a flat chest, but surely that girl should wear one? Isn't she
embarrassed that anyone can see the shape of her boobies? And her
nipples too! And to make it worse, she's clearly cut the neck line
off the T-shirt too as it's very low, showing a lot of cleavage.
The other girl, Sally, is demure. She's slim, very
pretty, and about the same height as Sue, who's tall and skinny for
her age. She's wearing a cotton blouse, a big belt and a pink mini
skirt that's even shorter than Sue's dress, so short that if it was
any shorter, you'd definitely see her panties. She has
shoulder-length fair hair, nice legs and small boobies (but at least
she does actually have some boobies, thinks Sue). And it looks like
she's not wearing a bra either, Sue can make out her nipples through
her blouse. They must be very free, these hippies.
The two boys are taller than the girls, both wearing
flared jeans with rips across the legs. They both have long hair. One
of them has a beard and he's wearing a tie-dye T-shirt. But the one
who looks oldest is clean-shaven, barefoot, and bare chested. Sue
blushes a bit to see a half naked man. She learns that his name is
Frank and it's his camper van The other boy is Rick.
As they walk across the field, Sally walks beside her
and holds her hand in a friendly way. It makes Sue feel part of the
group and they smile at each other. A thought crosses her mind that
maybe, if her boobies grew a bit and she had a haircut, she'd like to
look like Sally. But it's unlikely her boobies are going to grow any
more now.
Sally asks her what she's been doing today and she
tells them she's been to church. They all seem very interested. She
doesn't tell them she's still at school because she wants to appear
more grown up. Because of her height she's often been mistaken for
being several years older than she is.
Sally tells her that they've been traveling around
driving to different places and just stopping when they want to. It
sounds like a really nice lifestyle to Sue, who's led a very
sheltered life in her village. She's not used to seeing strangers and
definitely not used to girls showing so much of their boobies. Nobody
at school or at church dressed like that.
The VW camper van is in a corner of a field
surrounded by lots of trees, well away from any houses, very private.
They have some wooden seats on the grass outside the van.
They invite Sue to sit, with Frank beside her, and
with Rick and the two girls facing her. Rachel hands her a glass and
leans forward to pour lemonade into it. As she leans forward, her
T-shirt falls open and with shock Sue can see her completely naked
boobies and nipples. She has Never in her life seen another girl's
boobies. Rachel sees Sue gasp and laughs. She pats Sue's hair and
says, "better get used to that baby. It's all free love here".
The girl sits down and Sue laughs with them, trying
to appear more grown up. But then pretty Sally sitting opposite in
the miniskirt moves to take her lemonade glass and, in doing so, she
parts her legs. Sue catches a fleeting glance and to her shock,
instead of seeing panties, she realizes Sally's naked down there.
Sue finds herself looking at the girl's fanny and
there's no hair on it. Rachel sees her staring and laughs again.
"That's it, baby, no underwear here, we don't believe in it.
None of us are wearing any. Half the time we're not wearing any
clothes at all. You can look all you like."
Nervously she glances over at Frank beside her and he
says, "that's right. Me neither, just my jeans and my cock".
And he puts his hand on a bulge in his jeans and she realizes it
really is his penis, she can see the shape inside his jeans and he's
stroking it as he smiles at her. None of them are wearing any
underwear and the only thing Frank is wearing is his jeans.
She's hardly ever even heard the word cock except in
the playground and certainly never seen as much as a bulge. She feels
very embarrassed and doesn't know where to look.
Meanwhile the pretty girl Sally sitting opposite,
smiles at her and points between Sue's legs. "But it's fine, we
can see that you ARE wearing underwear. And that's okay sweetie we
don't mind. It's up to you".
Sue blushes and firmly closes her legs but the girl
winks at her and says, "don't worry sweetie, I already had a
good look. Your cotton dress is beautiful, but it doesn't hide the
fact that you have sweet little tits and your nipples are beginning
to get hard. And your cute little white panties are VERY tight and
VERY thin and I can tell you've got no hair, just a beautiful little
slit."
Glancing down, Sue realizes that she's right. The
panties she put on today really are tight and thin and they
completely show the outline of her fanny. She goes bright red and
close her legs more tightly, pulling the hem of the dress down as far
as it will go.
Sally sees Sue blushing and adds, "it's okay
sweetie, you've got a beautiful crack, just beautiful. So beautiful,
I'd lick it for you if you gave me half a chance."
Now Sue is more shocked and more embarrassed than
she's ever been. Her sheltered upbringing hadn't prepared her for
this. She's an only child and her parents are elderly and religious.
There's never been any nudity in her family and sex is never even
mentioned. But she smiles politely at Sally, not wanting them to
realize how innocent she is.
When she was tiny, her mother had found her lifting
her skirt and showing her panties to a little boy. Her mother had
told her that a good girl never showed her panties and that even to
think about touching herself "down there" was dirty and God
would not approve.
So Sue had followed that instruction and never let
her mind dwell on anything which might offend God. Whilst girls at
school often made sexual jokes, Sue kept herself free from any
thoughts or urges of that kind. She wondered whether that was why her
chest was so flat. Her doctor had said she was a 'late developer' and
some girls' boobies continue to develop into their 20s.
An hour ago she was in church feeling virtuous and
holy. Okay there were old men there looking at her legs but it was
still church. God's holy house. Now here she is sitting with a group
of people who aren't even wearing any underwear. Not even the boys.
And a girl has just stared at her nipples and her panties and said
she wants to lick her fanny. She didn't even know girls did that. Sue
felt very, very shy, maybe it was a mistake letting them think she's
older and more experienced than she really is.
But also, somewhere in the back of her mind,
something is stirring. Secretly she's a little bit excited. Married
men looking at her chest. Older men looking at her legs. And now
girls looking at her fanny. No one had ever looked at her fanny
before. Even she'd only looked at it once herself, when she stood
naked in front of a mirror out of curiosity, but only for a few
seconds.
Sally had called it a "slit," and a
"crack". Those were dirty words she'd only heard in the
playground. But actually, she thought, they described exactly what
her fanny looked like. The dirty words are exciting.
She keeps her legs closed and tries to lock those
thoughts away in the back of her mind. She sips her lemonade and
keeps quiet while they talk about something else. But when she
eventually empties her glass, Frank says, "hey Rachel, our
church girl guest needs her glass filling?", and the girl with
the big boobies comes to fill it up again.
Once again Rachel leans forward and to avoid the
embarrassing sight of her boobies again, Sue looks away, down at the
ground.
But the girls gives another little laugh. "It's
okay baby, I don't mind you looking. In fact, I quite like it. Have
another look. One day yours might grow. Which would you prefer, a
pair like this. Or a cute little pair like Sally's?"
Now Sue is curious so, at the girl's invitation, she
looks again. Rachel puts her hands under her tits and lifts them up.
Her nipples are hard. "Keep looking baby", she says "it's
making me horny".
Sue wonders what it would be like to have a pair like
that. But then she feels embarrassed that hers are so small, even if
they wanted to look, she's got nothing to show them. Hey, what was
she thinking? Who said anything about showing them her tits? Her mind
was going places she never imagined.

Now Sue is curious so, at the girl's invitation, she
looks again. Rachel puts her hands under her tits and lifts them up.
Her nipples are hard. "Keep looking baby", she says "it's
making me horny".
Sue wonders what it would be like to have a pair like
that. But then she feels embarrassed that hers are so small, even if
they wanted to look, she's got nothing to show them. Hey, what was
she thinking? Who said anything about showing them her tits? Her mind
was going places she never imagined.
Rachel goes back to her seat. Sue is still beetroot
red and they all giggle a little. "Maybe it's time for a little
education for you, church girl", says Frank sitting beside her.
"Everyone can do with some education, right? Hey Sally, why
don't you show her some more?"
"Very happy to oblige for our cute guest",
she says as she sits back in her seat and parts her legs giving Sue a
complete unobstructed view of her fanny. "Look as much as you
want," she says.
Wait, did that pretty girl just call her cute? Sue
feels she should look away but she's fascinated, it really is a
revelation, never even having seen her own fanny before, let alone
another girl's. Her mum had never told her she shouldn't look at
another girl's fanny. And the pretty girl has invited her to look.
She finds her eyes glued between the girl's legs. She can see her
fanny lips are glistening. And yes, "slit" and "crack"
are very descriptive words.
"Keep looking", says Sally, opening her
legs wider, "good for your education. And it's all yours if you
want it, it's giving me a good buzz, getting me turned on".
This was another new concept. Sue has heard girls in
the playground talk about being turned on, or "horny", but
she's never felt it herself. Now suddenly, she's feeling new
sensations between her legs. Her own little "slit" is
feeling tingly. Her whole body is feeling warm. Her nipples feel hard
and suddenly she can feel them pressed against the fabric of her
dress.
And did she hear right? Did the girl Sally say it's
all hers if she wants it? What did that mean? Did she somehow mean
that she could play with it?
Her heart is racing, but they all look really
relaxed, sitting there in the sunshine with smiles. It's like they're
teasing her with a game that she doesn't know the rules. She tries to
compose herself and sits up straight.
Then Rachel calls over to her, "hey baby, we've
given you a show. How would you like to return the favor? You can
keep your panties on, just open your sweet church girl legs and let
us have a look". Sue immediately presses her knees tightly
together.
"Come on" says Rick sitting facing her,
with a friendly smile. "Give us a buzz, it will be fun. You
might enjoy it more than you think."
Sue is determined not to, she's too shy, she's a good
church girl. But those thoughts in the back of her mind return. She
suddenly remembers those married men looking at her chest in church.
Was it because they guessed that the neckline of her dress is only
two inches above her nipples? And those old men across the church
staring at her legs in a way that almost made her feel naked, like
the dress wasn't there at all. That was actually quite exciting.
And she remembers Sally staring at her panties a few
minutes ago. If she's honest with herself, that was exciting too, it
felt naughty. And they've seen her panties once already, so... Her
mind suddenly switches. Why should she obey the rules set by her
frosty old parents?
"Okay", she says, "since you've been
very nice to me, I will, but just for a few seconds". And so,
sitting up straight, she tentatively parts her knees a few inches.
The two girls and the boy sitting opposite are all leaning forward
staring between her legs so she keeps them open a few seconds. Then
she closes them snap shut again. She feels very brave and daring to
show them her panties, disobeying her mum. She's tingling all over,
especially between her legs, and it feels nice.
"Hey," says Rick, "that was extremely
sexy. But it was too quick. That's not fair when the girls have given
you such a show. Will you do it again?"
"I really shouldn't," says Sue, almost
regretfully.
But no one in her whole life has ever told her that
she was sexy. So, when pretty Sally looks at her pleadingly and says
"please?" Sue replies, "okay, just a bit" and she
opens her legs again, a bit wider this time and she holds them open
for longer while the three of them stare. She's breathing faster now,
this is very naughty to show them her panties. Breaking the rule she
was taught as a little girl. So brazen. It feels so good.
"Hmm, that's better sweetie", says Sally,
"now we can see your beautiful little crack again".
Sue feels embarrassed but the tingles in her fanny
grow stronger when Sally mentions her "beautiful little crack,"
so she let them keep looking. She's never had feelings like this
before. This must mean she's horny and turned on for the first time
in her life. It feels so good, she's almost gasping for air.
As long as they're staring and it feels so good she
keeps her legs open. In fact, she finds herself opening them wider to
give them a better view. After all, she tells herself, she's still
got her panties on it's not like she's naked. No different to wearing
a bikini on the beach really. With her skirt squeezed right up to her
waist, she opens her legs wide.
As they keep looking, Sally says, "oh wow, your
panties are so tight and your little slit is making me so wet"
and Sue watches aghast as Sally opens up her own legs again, and this
time, looking Sue right in the eyes, she licks her fingertips and
puts her fingers between her legs and starts rubbing her slit.
"You're very horny sweetie. Very sexy. Keep showing. I really
wish I could lick that crack of yours."
"It's making me hard too", says Rick
sitting opposite her, and he stroked a very big bulge inside his
jeans. "Shame you can't see it from there Frank", he said
to the boy sitting beside her.
"Hey, it's okay" said Frank. "I've got
a great view down the top of her dress. Love those little titties."
With embarrassment Sue realities that one of her
shoulder straps has fallen down, and the way she's leaning forward,
he can see down the front of her dress. And she's got no bra on. He
must have been quietly looking at her naked tits and nipples for
ages.
She quickly pulls her shoulder strap up again, but
meanwhile Sally is now rubbing her fanny really fast. This must be
what they call masturbation. She's still staring between Sue's legs.
Sue is about to close her legs again when Sally says
urgently, "no, please don't take it away from me sweetie, show
me just a bit longer, I'm about to cum". And before Sue can
begin to wonder what that means, Sally starts breathing really fast
and then lets out a long moan, "ah, oh, yes, that was amazing".
So is that what an orgasm is? She's heard that
masturbation can lead to something called an orgasm. It looked
incredible. But did lookin
28 min
October 22 PreMed Sex Tutoring
Her professor teachers her about orgasms, sucking, raw cocks.
by FatherMarin. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Unlike most of her professors, Dr. Redding spoke with enthusiasm. He was clearly passionate about the subject material, and enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with his freshman class. Just how enthusiastic he could be was something she would come to learn in short order. For now, as the professor lectured, her face remained down while she doodled, one hand covering her brow like a visor. It was all she could do to tune him out. That, and the growing wetness between her legs.
"As you progress through the program and eventually into your residency, you'll become accustomed to patients being nervous, or shy, just as you'll become accustomed to your own nervousness. My advice is to not stress about this process, and to just let things happen naturally.
Any questions?"She hadn't been paying attention to the lecture or the time.

Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave the class."Excuse me, would you remain a moment?"

She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other classmates filed out of the room. "Me?" she asked."Yes, if you don't mind?"
"Well, I have work right after this, and it's getting

late..." She looked outside, the sun having nearly set."I couldn't help but notice you were distracted

today," Redding said as the last student filed out of the room. This was the last class of the evening, she knew, and soon they would be alone as most of the students left for home or the bar."Oh. Maybe. Sorry," she said. "A lot of students find it hard to adjust at the start of

the year. I like to make sure they know I'm available and willing to help with anything that comes up, or with any needs that may arise. How have you been adjusting?" Redding walked around around and casually closed the door at the back of the room before returning to his desk at the front, leaning against the front of it and crossing his arms. His slacks seemed to pull taught against his muscular thighs. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. She swallowed, again that wetness between her legs apparent."Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?" "Not at all. You have a 4.0 this quarter. Normally you're

pretty attentive, but today you hardly looked up once. I thought to check in with you since we're half-way through the quarter already. How are you finding the material?"They'd been studying reproductive systems, and in truth, much of

it was new to her. She'd come from a conservative household and a private Catholic school, and neither had ever taught her anything much about how her own body worked, or sex, or what to do with herself when she'd felt aroused, except that anything outside of marriage--even masturbation--was a sin. It was no wonder that when she began to notice Redding she had a hard time focusing."It's...fine," she said, fidgeting nervously in her chair.

She looked up at him, at his broad chest and handsome features--stubbled chin, blue eyes, shaggy hair. He looked like someone from a shampoo commercial. The front of his shirt was tucked casually into his pants, belt slightly askance as he shifted position, ankles uncrossing and crossing again.Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently

against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until she made it."I don't have a lot of, um...I mean with the material, I

don't...I haven't..." she trailed off, catching herself again glancing toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing?"You're a virgin, aren't you? Not much in the way of sex ed

either, I take it?"She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and

throat and, yes, between her legs."Don't worry," Redding said, uncrossing his arms and

gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned back. "It's just as I said in class: you have to get used to these things, get comfortable talking about sex and bodies and vaginas and erections and ejaculation. If you're not comfortable, then your patients aren't going to be comfortable. As doctors, it's our job to put them at ease."Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing

what to have for dinner. His candor helped put her at ease and she relaxed a little, setting her backpack on the floor next to her desk. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps talking about these things openly and objectively would help put some of her nerves at ease."I've never seen a penis," she said, deciding in the

moment to throw herself out there, as her roommate was constantly encouraging. This was her professor, a man in a position of respect and authority. He could be trusted. She could learn from him. If not him, then whom else? "I've been so focused on studying and working that I haven't had time for a boyfriend, and school is only going to get harder. I guess I'm just worried that by the time I do, the first one I see will be a patient's."Her professor nodded, seeming to consider what she had said. "And

you feel that with your inexperience, your patients won't trust you? That they'll somehow know you're a virgin?"He was right. She looked from the window and the setting sun

outside, turning to acknowledge what he had said, but again her gaze went first to his crotch and for a moment, the words caught in her through.There was a growing erection. She simply nodded, unable to take

her eyes off it."Look," Redding said, taking a step toward her. "I don't often do this, but I want to help you. I want to make sure you succeed. I

can tell your inexperience is really bothering you, and I want to make sure you can put your mind at ease. If you want, I'd be willing to show you mine. I moonlight as a nude model every now and then, so I'm used to this anyway. Would you feel better if you got to see what a penis looked like in real life?""Uh huh," she said, unable to speak. Was this really

happening? Was it unethical?Deeply unethical, her mind screamed. And yet, that wetness

between her legs, the warmth there...Redding unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. They fell

to the floor. His legs were muscular, black briefs skin-tight against the thick chords of muscles in his thighs. A large erection there--six inches? Seven? She couldn't be sure--was apparent."I'd show you what a flaccid penis looks like, but one

thing you'll learn about men is that they can't often control when they're erect. Just accept it when it happens and everything will come naturally after that. Being a nude model probably helped me more with that than being a doctor, to be honest. Here, I'll show you," he said, pushing his briefs down to the floor. Out sprang his cock, and she gasped.She had seen a dildo at a sex shop once, but seeing the real

thing was something else entirely. He was thick, and well trimmed. A small line of hair rain up his navel. She felt dizzy."Notice that I am circumcised," he said, taking

another step. He was close now, within reach. She squirmed in her seat, again aware of her erect nipples, the wetness between her legs, heat in her neck and chest.He continued. "If I were not," he said, taking his cock in his hand

and moving it so she could see it from another angle, "a layer of foreskin would conceal the head of my penis, and it would retract as I entered my partner, or masturbated."She could smell his cologne. Faint, earthy. Sandalwood, maybe,

or vanilla."You've never performed oral sex before, have you?" She shook her head.
"Give me your hand." He reached for her, and, head spinning, heart pounding, she took

it. Gently he guided it to his thick, bulging shaft, and wrapped her fingers around it."Like this," he said, his hand still around hers. He

began to guide her hand up and down his shaft, up and down, slowly. "When your partner becomes aroused like this, it's good to

start things off with your hands. It's okay to take your time at this point. There's no rushing foreplay. Especially as a virgin, you want to make sure you're going slowly." He guided her fingers along his shaft and over the tip of his

cock, which had begun to leak precum. He removed his hand from hers, allowing her to continue on her own. "And now this," he said, taking another step toward

forward. Her chair was just the right height to put her face in line with his cock, and gently he took the back of her head, guiding himself into her mouth. He moaned as her tongue slipped over the tip of his penis, his throbbing shaft pressing into the back of her throat. She gagged at first and he backed partially out before pulling her head back onto him. Her hands found his hips and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself bobbing over his cock, the tip of it bumping against the back of her throat as she took all of him. It was a surprise how easily she found herself able to deepthroat him, something she would later credit to her natural lack of a strong gag reflex. "Yes," he moaned, his hips now thrusting into her as

he fucked her mouth. "Yes, exactly. Just like that." Jesus Christ this is wrong, she thought. What the fuck am I

doing? I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm that student. What would my friends think? What would my pastor think? But the taste of him was incredible, and the gentle way he

fucked her throat was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt like...like...her mind struggled to think of something. Like a whore. "Your partner should warn you when he's about to cum. When

it happens, you'll decide if you're comfortable swallowing his ejaculate or not. And you're going to have to make that decision very soon," he said, grunting. He had become more aggressive, grabbing a fistful of her hair from the back of her head. No longer was he gentle. No longer was he going slow. He pulled her head hard against his crotch as he thrust forward, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. "I'm cumming," he said, grunting, "I'm cumming.

Oh god, fuck, yes!" He pulled her onto his shaft one last time, deep, burying his large and rock-hard erection deep in her throat. A thick stream of cum burst from him as his cock throbbed, hot ropes of semen coating the back of her throat. She swallowed it all. After a moment he pulled back, out of breath. "There,"

he said, panting. "You're very good at that. Nothing to worry about at all. You'll know what to do for next time. Here." He lead her from her desk and guided her toward his.

"But, I don't--" "It's okay," he said, standing in front of her. His hands found her button on her jeans and he undid them, pushing them to the

floor. She kicked her flip flops off and stepped out of them, suddenly

aware she had not been wearing any panties that day. "As a doctor, you're going to need to know how to interact with your female patients as well. You're going to want to be able to relate to them when they tell you about their clitoris." He slid her panties off her hips, then pulled her shirt over her head. Her arms came up willingly enough. This was happening too fast, and, head spinning, pussy aching, she let it. Whore, she thought as he gripped her breast in one hand and took

the nipple of her other in his mouth. I’m a fucking whore who will suck and fuck and let myself be touched. The thought excited her. "There are many nerves in the nipples, and it's often a

great way have your partner stimulate you," he said, his tongue flicking over her nipple. He opened wide and took her breast inside his mouth, the entirety of her areola fitting in as he gently sucked. With his other hand he pinched her other nipple, palmed her breast, rubbed and squeezed it. "Oh," she gasped, a moan coming from between her soft, parted lips. The desk was clear. She shifted on top of it and laid down as he

pressed her back against it. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples, alternating between them. The palm of his right hand slid down her chest, over her belly button, and down to her pussy. Her wetness greeted him there and, moaning, she spread her legs, hips gently rocking forward to meet his fingers. Wordlessly he moved his head down, kissing her navel, hands sliding down each of her legs until he gripped behind her knees and held her legs apart. Her toes curled before his tongue even touched her, but when it did, her whole body shivered. "You may find partners that go straight for the clitoris

with vigorous stimulation, but I would encourage you to have them go slow, and explore the entirety of the labia majora and labia minora. Especially as a virgin, taking time to really relax and prepare for intercourse will go a long way toward ensuring any pain you experience is minimized. Like this," he said, and began to lick. With the broad of his tongue, her professor licked from the

bottom of her pussy all the way to the top, the pressure light. She shuddered as he flicked her clit, then licked from front to back on one side of her pussy, slowly, before coming back up on the other. She squirmed as he licked her, inching her pussy closer to his face and moaning for more. She took the back of his head in her hands, as he had done with her, and began to rock toward him, her legs and feet in the air. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Then he began to use his hands. Her professor took his thumb and rubbed the entrance of her

vagina while he sucked gently on her clit. Fingers wet, he ran his fingers along the length of her while flicking her clit with his tongue. With one hand behind her knee to hold her leg apart, he took the other and began pinching her nipple, thumb flicking it and running over it. Up and down his fingers ran, his tongue rapidly going over her

clit top to bottom, top to bottom, faster and faster until he switched direction, this time flicking her clit from side to side. Eagerly she thrust her hips into him, pulling the back of his head hard onto her pussy. A growing sensation of the utmost intensity built within her and

she moaned loud, pressing his head into her as she thrust forward as hard as she could, orgasming all over his face. It felt like an explosion and her body roiled, her legs shuddering and she gasped and rode the long and hard orgasms to completion. Carefully he eased off, his tongue still flicking over her clit, her body shuddering violently with each flick as the aftershocks overtook her. He took her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, her ass

sitting against it now, legs still spread before him, swollen pussy still throbbing and still aching. "Is...is that it?" she gasped, eyes closed, trying to

catch her breath, unaware that he stood before her with his thick cock hard again and just inches from her opening. "Not quite," her professor said. She felt something

different press against her then and she looked up, shocked to see the head of his cock resting against her clit. "Wait...stop...what...what are you doing? You can't," she

moaned, already her hips and her throbbing, aching, swollen pussy toward him. "This can't...but you're..." He held her feet in each hand and pressed her legs higher into

the air, rubbing his cock all along the length of her pussy. Slowly he began to enter her, pressing inside a centimeter at a time and waiting while she relaxed and stretched her tight, wet cunt around him. He leaned forward and again took one of her nipples in his

mouth, sucking, flicking it with his tongue. The thickness of his hard cock was incredible, the pressure as she stretched around him mounting as he eased inside her. There was pain, but as promised, it was bearable, and it paled in comparison to the weight of him on and inside her. After what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way inside her, deep, and slowly he began to back out before pressing back inside her again. "Oh my god," she whimpered, his face now buried in her

neck, his mouth on the lobe of her ear. She began to rock her hips in time with his own, slowly, at first, then faster as she began accustomed to his cock thrusting in and out of her. He pulled all the way out before pressing all the way back inside her, again and again, the rhythm building. "Harder," she said, now moaning with each thrust. The

thickness and fullness of his cock, the way it filled her completely, the way she spread her her legs for him, her professor, the wrongness of it...it was all she could do but to grunt in ecstasy, her fertile, unprotected womb open to him. "Oh no, oh fuck!" she said, realizing that he was

taking her bare. "You can't cum inside me, please, don't cum inside me. I'm not on any birth control!" He said nothing, instead doing as she asked: harder he thrust

into her as she lay there on her back, exposed to him and giving herself over to her professor. He stood up, still fucking her, still pounding her hard now, and began to suck on her toes, taking her big left one in his mouth, one hand gripping her ankle and with the other rubbing her pussy, thumb flicking over her clit. He's not going to stop, she realized, rocking her hips toward

him and in time with his thrusts. He's going to cum inside me. He's going to shoot his sperm deep inside and I'm going to become pregnant. Together they moaned, grunted, his balls slapping against her

ass as his thick cock thrust in and out of her. She couldn't stop him, though. Wouldn't. Didn't want to. Knowing what this meant, what his raw, bare cock deep inside her fertile cunt as her feet bobbed in the air only made the pressure grow. As before when his mouth was on her it built, built, until she knew the moment had arrived.

"I'm going to cum," she said, "oh god I'm going to cum," this time aware of what it meant to have an orgasm. "I'm cumming," he said, pumping her and looking into

her eyes. "I'm cumming."

Together they orgasmed hard. He pressed inside her and she pushed her hips to meet him, his thick ejaculate dumping inside her tight, wet pussy. Over and over his cock throbbed, each time pushing more of his seed inside her. Together they panted to catch their breath, his cock still buried deep inside her. He released her ankles and her legs wrapped around him, feet crossing at the small of his back to pull him closer and hold him there, hold his cock and his sperm in her womb.

She smiled. What else could he teach her, she wondered? She would have to find out.

by FatherMarin for Literotica
22 min
October 20 One Summer in Maine: Part 2
Summer In Maine: Part 2
Lesson Two, and Two and a half.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So
far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher)
hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted
to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe
benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work.
She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my
waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my
jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a
smile in return.
I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get
some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath,
and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I
slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of
this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even
happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was
carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.
I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen
door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into
the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and
saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer
was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding
a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid
it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard
watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down
and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out
"Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she
came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out
for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her
breathing was fast and shallow.
"How long have you been watching?" She asked, not
looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her
tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic.
"Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking
down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She
had raised her head and was looking at me.
"What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged
and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries.
"I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them
on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer
was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms
crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance.
"Please tell me what's bothering you."
I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a
couple other items in the fridge.
"Nothing." I said, unconvincingly.
"It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and
said.
"Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking
around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen
door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up
beside me.
"I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky,
everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively
wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp.
"Why?" I asked softly.
"Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising
sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to
know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask
me." She urged.
Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared.
"Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder.
"Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for
you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap.
I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.
She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She
coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?"
I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I
snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues
lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my
waist pulling us together.
"Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She
said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look.
"What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned
ear to ear.
"Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me
walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with
you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely
confused. I had no idea what she was talking about.
"This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I
might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit
passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like
dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave
a little sway.
"The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I
laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my
own hands, maybe I should have made more noise."
"I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get
more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were
waiting for me?"
"You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She
winked.
I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my
hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me.
Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I
didn't care if I got burned.
"Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some
protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I
reached back for my wallet and held it up.
"Please tell me you bought more than one." She
growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans
unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers
down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as
she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough
to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She
leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how
the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder
and I didn't think that was possible.
"Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to
you?" I gasped.
She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side,
then stepped back and looked at me smiling.
I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she
was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave
them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd
like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and
pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun
kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at
me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden
halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply.
I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling
the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I
feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses
to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth
suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards
her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want
this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes
half closed.
"Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I
said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one
of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my
clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just
looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted
her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple
again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned
back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her
belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling.
"Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of
my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace
and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around
her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet,
the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped
my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.
She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up
to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got
louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder
and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this
to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my
middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking
forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to,
but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let
out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to
finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my
tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to
me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting.
"You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned
her smile and licked my fingers.
"Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my
immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you
like me?"
"Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like
a fire had been kindled.
"Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me
how easy it is to put on."
I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few
feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet
holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it
carefully.
"Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood
up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure
you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink.
"Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have
her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips
and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.
We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her
hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first,
but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and
I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together
pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of,
"Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in
her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the
edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened
arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long
enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.
She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin
against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our
hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered.
I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and
nibbled on her ear.
"I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a
little weak.
She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A
small smirk spread across her lips.
"I don't know about you but I worked up an
appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now."
"All this and you cook too. You're not going to be
single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek.
"I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly,
reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back,
pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer
put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair.
"Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around
my waist and we went into the house.
I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some
garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade
vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I
stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water.
That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago
I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly,
satisfied grin on my face.
Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top
and panties with little pink hearts on them.
"Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling.
"Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or
comfortable?" She asked.
"Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind
your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed.
"What are you making?" She replied chuckling.
"I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own
special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said.
"Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I
think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said
smiling.
My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a
man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it
must have been evident in my expression.
"What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't
answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn.
"Nothing." I said, my grin returning.
"Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with
directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl.
I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and
pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much
juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into
the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started
whisking in olive oil.
"Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I
like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped
whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the
ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound.
I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The
shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the
pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp
and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They
were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the
plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red
onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds.
"If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as
cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her.
"Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing
her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced
up and we ate.
"A girl could get used to this." She smiled
popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her
panties."
I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?"
"Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed.
"But for how long?" I said playing along.
"You have your driver’s license don't you?"
She asked, changing the subject.
"Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I
said, wondering why she asked.
"Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like
your folks?"
"Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it
in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my
Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be
safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She
replied.
I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it
back, it's only about four or five miles." I said.
"Ride?" She asked.
"I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it
back if you don't mind."
"Not at all." She smiled.
I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer
kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a
look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else
needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked
into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge
of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3
player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned,
pulling one of the buds loose.
"I couldn't live without my music." She threw a
towel at me to fold.
"Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band
I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the
seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud.
"Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my
ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song
started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the
chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was
thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was
a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer
stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I
noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense,
heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer
than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She
looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile
on her lips.
"Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I
stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding.
"I do now." I said, my voice barely above a
whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me
hesitate. There was sa
40 min
October 19 One Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got
out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I
figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left.
It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads
with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they
did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing
wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running
now. Luckily we had the tourists.
I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped
into the little corner store.
"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded
at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by
the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the
back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.
"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She
asked.
"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses
me out of the house." I chuckled.
"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and
we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's
on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money.
It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if
she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."
"Sure, where is it going?" I said.
She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me
the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula
refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks
turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked
around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a
woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun
completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she
may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered
on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her
towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the
sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a
belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair
dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting
red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was
going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.
I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and
cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I
decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the
kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox.
Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left
the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at
her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold.
She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I
took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened
the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The
loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the
realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled
onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't
heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.
She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an
accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The
scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at
while she was sunbathing.
I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I
asked, curious about her accent.
"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in
hell did you come from?" She replied.
"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your
groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."
She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare
taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.
"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?"
She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned
and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up
cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around
her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts
weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended
neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly.
She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and
started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got
to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for
stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.
She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well
come on in."
I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting
down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked
under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she
was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to
wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel
to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.
"Paula said that you have an account." I held up
my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."
She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long
blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the
trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was
busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach
towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you
already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin
turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel
back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out
straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.
"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.
"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and
I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She
replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped
into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in
front than a moment before.
"Thanks." I nodded.
"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get
them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."
I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery.
I'm Pete."
"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand.
"I'm Summer."
I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up
until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had
mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when
her brow went up. I felt myself blush.
"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer
asked. I nodded.
"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in
the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."
"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured,
she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my
shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.
She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and
walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the
process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the
door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared
back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo
with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.
"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything
left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I
opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I
heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd
pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her
hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down.
"Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"
I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting
her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I
took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle
and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under
fallen bangs.
"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both
hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin
smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad
it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down
on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes
floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic
bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there
wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.
"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile
"again."
"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She
asked.
"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out
there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want
you to burn, or worse." I said.
She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a
moment she added, "West Virginia."
"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her
with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat
there enjoying our tea.
"You said this was on your way? Where were you
going?" Summer asked.
"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the
road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right.
He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was
going to see if he needed any help this summer."
She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down
her leg from the condensation on the bag.
"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want
to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick
thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were
headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her
foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you
leave."
"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.
She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just
going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled
up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this
wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white
paw."
I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the
items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.
"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the
bottle.
"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often,
especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for
the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the
towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start
unrolling the bandage.
I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster
trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from
her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee
table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the
clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails
a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to
notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand
away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and
apologized.
"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my
ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took
the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back
with a swallow of her tea.
"I should take these with food." She took her foot
off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair
preparing to get up.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.
"I was going to go see what was in those bags to
eat." She said.
"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered
quickly.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than
you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward
again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.
"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you
like?"
"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into
the chair. "What did you bring?"
I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a
little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I
peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey.
The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on
the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her
waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She
finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each
nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of
her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question.
She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to
cover up.
I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the
bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I
handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.
"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and
reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You
didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she
handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."
I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I
asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide,
she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was
only a bad sprain.
"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at
the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.
"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.
"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle
touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.
"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She
nodded.
She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it
in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an
entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies,
anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized
by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from
it.
"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the
truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me
the chips, and I took a few.
"What are your plans from here?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to
be when I grow up." I said chuckling.
She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel.
She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled
up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began
rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there
was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the
warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the
dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a
girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the
ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.
"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been
watching every movement she made.
I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No.
I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."
She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh
slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.
"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if
you ask me." She smirked.
"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical
look.
She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment,
then down at my lap, and nodded.
I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled,
then busted out laughing.
"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were
born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.
I stammered.
"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be
embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She
reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent
a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her
dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her
eyes studying me as I tried not to look.
She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever
seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I
said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls
go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their
tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.
Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping
tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment
of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and
come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up,
and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through,
pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples
stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from
under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't
sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast.
It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my
thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she in
35 min
October 18 Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 2
Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 2
Desiree at the River.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early.
It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient
high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated
through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there,
somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of
school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!
It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I
thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with
students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day,
the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the
other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the
Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down
the back roads away from school.
I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a
couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her
little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She
pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I
asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"
Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the
center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she
brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she
grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and
when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very
puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt
like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her
tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she
looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up
to something good.
The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it
ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I
stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction,
and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks,
occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from
the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with
green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only
sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil
oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.
"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"
"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before
he retired."
"Does anyone come here?"
"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No
Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out
unless they're family."
"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.
"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon,
let's get cool first and have a snack!"
Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her
feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and
socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river
we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips
and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our
shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.
"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be
sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"
"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr.
Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the
year working on our projects!"
"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"
"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to
give her a squeeze.
Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on
my leg.
"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the
world."
She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at
first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to
disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt
against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for
more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies
began to respond.
With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat
back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She
stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped
carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at
me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth
motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down
the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked
like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad,
luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed
ogling.
"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You
should try it."
I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to
her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I
stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking
my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed
them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's
turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor
track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over
my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said
eagerly.
"You first!" I responded.
She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her
hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it
fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went.
Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm
sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her
successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at
the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped
out of them and kicked them aside.
It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved
smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well,
suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in
shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were
smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.
"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it
last night thinking we might have a chance today!"
"I Love it!" I said fervently.
"Grab the towels," she commanded.
Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them
out of the bag.
"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did
as she asked.
"Put the other one right there," she said next,
pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied,
wondering what she was up to.
"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that
about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"
I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in
front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread
her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side.
With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly,
and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.
"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer
look?" she asked encouragingly.
I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself
comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on
her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt,
stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger
and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.
I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze.
"Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all
around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"
No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I
licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her
clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with
kisses, relishing its silky feel.
"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love
it!"
She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking
down at me through her lashes.
Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad
tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could
into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her
twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.
I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her
lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each
delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue.
Another happy noise came from above me.
Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers
into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I
rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt,
retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was
sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against
her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when
I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her,
she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue.
We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a
little every time I licked her.
"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when
I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp
the words out to answer.
"Fuck, yes; give me more!"
Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and
curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and
forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side
of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the
edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped
in time with her thrusting.
I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her
thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began
to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over
again.
"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst
within her.
I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over
and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I
watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush
between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted
straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing
my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.
When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again
and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring
directly into her eyes.
"Well?" she asked.
"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with
a grin.
"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all
shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to
everything you did!"
"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so
smooth and sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.
With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them
on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me
deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin
momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.
"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked
playfully.
"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look
on my face.
"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how
smooth and wet it is."
I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms.
"That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"
My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly
against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing
was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.
"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a
while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited
yet!"
I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the
knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.
"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I
asked her.
"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a
broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the
passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly
warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our
way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new
destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other
one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer
of padding.
"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for
some payback!"
I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.
"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay
down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No
one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"
"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled
myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight.
"I'll try to suffer in silence!"
Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand,
aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my
feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on
my shaft.
Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly
what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into
my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across
my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw
she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on
her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky
mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back
so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips
parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then
moving back down to the base again.
"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and
wet I feel?"
My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love
it!"
"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in
a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her
hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the
underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head,
a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.
"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an
approaching orgasm.
"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she
said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing
of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering
herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my
chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I
couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled
away.
"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said
indignantly. "Now I get mine!"
With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around,
keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue.
She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with
each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace
herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted
it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into
her mouth.
My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let
Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She
made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved
from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at
the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and
she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and
flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and
lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.
"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"
She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of
pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing
that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well,
and she paused to look back at me.
"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock
rhythmically.
"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!"
I gasped.
"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she
turned back and resumed her suction.
Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as
her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my
cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her
gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly
down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the
head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out
every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to
overflow her mouth.
Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking
steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make
sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I
was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a
twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again
and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.
"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.
"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a
snort
40 min
October 17 Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 1
Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 1
Finally connecting with a high-school friend.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about
her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were
comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant
skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place,
Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my
eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and
behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her
shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's
bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right
places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of
winter.
We were both new students in school during our senior year.
She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a
small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students
in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the
student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3
towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years
previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.
That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of
classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in
English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together.
She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and
homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd
turns.
She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated.
I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group,
but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so
that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after
soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while
for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.
It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I
wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called
one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the
Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in
bad weather.
When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was
still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well,
and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had
scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she
looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little
makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had
taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo
and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I
made sure to compliment her as well.
Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending
time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with
some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met
around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a
little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as
well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing
eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me
looking every once in a while and smiled at me.
When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her
mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my
poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I
grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could.
When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were
hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.
"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd,
dude" she teased me.
"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my
most pompous voice.
"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said
apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her
to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"
"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used
to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get
used to the chit-chat."
"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very
impressed with your poise!"
I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"
She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing
against me closely.
"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too.
When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older
guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."
I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on
flattery.
"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you
just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I
couldn't help but look at you!"
A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.
"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful
before?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from
smooth back in those days?
"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I
was beautiful?"
At that point, I realized that she was completely messing
with me, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.
I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again
the pleased smile appeared.
"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and
wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This
time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.
"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just
never get a chance to tell you."
"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,"
she murmured just before we entered the den.
She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into
our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had
ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and
at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.
The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the
house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I
stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was
kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to
me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward
Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And
handsome?"
"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately
trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I
muttered and headed for the door.
Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She
grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"
"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully.
"It's your mom; she's just a little, "
"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "
"You Are very great and handsome," she said
softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes
were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting
for my reaction.
"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was
serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's
just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made
me realize, " My words trailed off.
"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just
inches from my face.
"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing
the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally
around her slender waist.
Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me.
"Far out!" she said softly.
Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen
collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and
closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow
again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped
gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and
lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met
again.
Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her
tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed
for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of
passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des
shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.
"I've got to help my mom," she said
apologetically.
"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I
don't want to go, though, "
"I know, I don't want you to go!"
Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time,
then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish
this some other time," she said.
"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.
"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said
quietly.
She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched
her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled
with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.
Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got
up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and
working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for
dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.
The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I
raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks
from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was
a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass
beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could
see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of
brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted
tightly at her waist.
"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an
eyebrow playfully.
"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is
your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I
believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to
spend some more time with me, "
"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the
door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"
"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close
once the door was closed behind me.
Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them
back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance
between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first
and then with increasing passion.
"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to
catch her breath.
"Parents?" I asked.
"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked
smile.
"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"
She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare
feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central
staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I
almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly
bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her
beautiful form from that angle.
When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far
side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried
flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention
as I halted just inside the door.
"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of
that same sexy smile on her lips.
I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.
"This is where I wanted to bring you last night,"
she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "
"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you
noticed me, finally!"
"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going
on."
"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.
"So now, " she began.
"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best
smile.
"Good. I want to show you something!"
I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"
Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the
bedspread.
"After you left last night, I came up here when
everything was done."
She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her
other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the
bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe
lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then
moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry
cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking,
sensual glimmer in her eyes.
"I was wishing you were here with me," she
continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her
chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on
the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "
Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came
undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley
of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric
slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they
were exposed, but she kept up her narration.
"And I started thinking about what I would do if you
were with me, "
I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her
nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.
"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely.
Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap
and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits:
pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as
my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.
Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself
to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to
a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment
she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing
herself with slight up and down motion.
"Just thinking about having you up here last night made
me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you
playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."
Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple
delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the
shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her,
stroking the furry lips of her cunt.
"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to
the conversation.
Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height.
From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring
curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I
took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling
bounce of her tits.
Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My
nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing
with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"
Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and
they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.
"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers
inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then
went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what
you would have done to me last night?"
"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled,
but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.
"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could
have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch
of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're
doing it now!"
"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her
back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.
"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste
you," I said.
"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a
sexy smile.
Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she
had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the
time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she
sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.
As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display,
my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my
mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those
beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.
Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I
was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began,
"you weren't wearing all those clothes!"
As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my
jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All
this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't
pull my eyes away from her!
When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative
again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her
and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward
until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her
fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her
mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her
on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.
"What were you going to do to me?" she asked
enticingly.
In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside
her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my
thumbs did the same f
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October 16 Consoling Auntie: Part 2
Consoling Auntie: Part 2
Auntie finds comfort and passion.
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Stories.

Significant changes started occurring after my Aunt stopped
wearing her black attire. Since the funeral, she had been wearing nothing but
black, but she was back to her everyday wear after two weeks. The truth was
that her black clothes just didn’t cut it when it came to working on the
farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I
couldn’t help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday
work clothes.
Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and
butt, and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro.
Her behind was plump, and her jeans only highlighted its
perfection. I had always known her breasts were relatively large but watching
her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed.
She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the
perkiness away, but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained.
One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw
her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved
freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she
was wearing a bra, it wasn’t helping. Her shirt wasn’t skin tight
but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and
down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn’t help but
stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and
embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do.
It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no
girlfriend back home, and I didn’t really feel like masturbating in the
house of my dead Uncle. It also didn’t help that I was now sleeping in my
cousin’s room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from
stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that
washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued
with guilt.
A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I
had decided about my future; I love this life, and I’m going to stay
here. I actually loved the farm life.
A few days after making my decision, I worked like a
machine, repairing fences, and didn’t’ stop until the sun went down.
By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash
its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted
no time in changing and eating the hearty meal.
After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain
coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn’t help but smile as my
Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I
couldn’t help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a
while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside.
We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said,
“Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m kind of a scaredy-cat
when it comes to thunder.”
“No, I don’t mind, Aunt Rose,” I replied,
maybe a little too quickly.
“It’s just, I never really liked lightning and
thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used
to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her
dead husband.
“It’s okay. I’ll help you feel
safe…,” I said.
I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave
as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I
had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the
night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night.
Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body
didn’t know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt’s back and
remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my
cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the
fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her
only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my
Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure
her that I was there to protect her.
I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For
eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things
around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of
the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had
gripped the hammer.
My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I
immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where
before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me
no different than a wife would talk to a husband.
“What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while
she folded my coat.
“I’ll eat anything,” I told her.
“I’m starving.”
“Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said.
“Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use
it,” she added.
Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were
burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long
day’s work.
“Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied.
“You better get washed up then,” she said
suggested.
I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid
back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water
started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap
stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could.
I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door.
“Yes?” I called out.
“Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in
here? I didn’t see them in your room.” She said.
“Yeah, they’re in here,” I replied as I
tried to wash some of the soap off my face.
Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly
step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no
choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself
lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had
given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I
had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked.
I watched my Aunt’s eyes as she desperately tried to
concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover,
it wasn’t enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up
the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of
the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she
had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water
trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it
finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed
my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell
backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom.
“John honestly!” She stammered.
I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered
herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but
decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from
my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found
myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured
Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been
difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had
once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Vel zquez ) I loved how
smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me
want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact.
I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat
supper.
Rose looked at me and said, “I’ve noticed that
you’ve gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“In just your underwear, dear,” she replied.
I looked at her and said, “It’s more comfortable
after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?”
“Umm, no dear, it’s not necessary. I’m
just not used to it.”
Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate
and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we
finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes.
“Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You
didn’t have to, you know,” Rose said, and kissed my cheek.
“You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me.
It’s the least I could do,” I replied.
“Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she
asked.
“Give me a minute,” I said, “I’ll
meet you in the living room.”
I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a
towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my
Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink
shorts, which said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring
how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a
short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps
between each button. It also didn’t help that she had not fastened the
top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down
the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to
the fireplace.
In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white
towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down
and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a
limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons
strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw
me.
“Honey, aren’t you going to put some clothes
on?” Rose asked incredulously.
“I thought you were going to give me a massage,”
I said in a child-like voice.
“Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you
know…” she said.
“No, its okay. I don’t want to get any oil on
them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her.
“hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said
slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see.
She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on
one side.
“Well, come over here,” she beckoned with both
hands.
I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body
behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more
excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass.
Soon after, I felt my Aunt’s weight over me as she straddled me. I could
feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could
see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts
swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back.
“You’re back is really tense hon,” she
said finally.
“That’s all muscle Aunt Rose,” I said
coyly.
“Ain’t that the truth…” she trailed
off.
Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves.
Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I
felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands
were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my
balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be
able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew
the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again.
“Are you sore here?” My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands
squeezed my ass very softly.
“A little,” I said quietly.
Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now
flipped up on my back.
“Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her
voice a little high.
“Thanks,” I said, laughing a little.
After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of
things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about
covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze
some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning
back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the
sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt’s reaction when she
turned. She instantly realized her nephew’s young hard cock was fully
displayed before her.
“That looks nice and hard too…” she said a
little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. “John are you
always that hard?” She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that
morning.
“Most of the time, yes,” I answered as I sat up
to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum.
“Does it hurt?” she asked curiously.
“Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it
and released it nonchalantly.
After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me.
Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers
clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards,
essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling
of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking
me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She
had started to cry.
I quickly sat up, and she said, “I loved your uncle
very much you know.”
I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose
in me like never before.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t
want to Aunt Rose,” I said cautiously.
“No baby, It’s not that…” she wiped
her tears. “I’m not sad… I just really miss your Uncle.
I’m so happy you are here taking care of me, I don’t know how
I’ll ever repay you,”
I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked
together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly
reached up under her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one
of her glorious tits.
I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their
malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she
didn’t stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated
her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving
each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn’t help
but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert
on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts
took over. I tore my Aunt’s blouse off completely and cupped both
breasts.
I’m able to palm a basketball without much trouble,
but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked
each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from
its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too
eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I
feasted on her.
After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented
my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her
breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I
unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples.
“Jesus you can’t get enough of those can
you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples.
Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish
her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was
visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt’s eyes
light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster.
Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted
her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn’t challenging to get her to
open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her
breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog
gives to a treat it’s about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front
of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was
leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away.
She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at
her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face.
“Okay, okay,” I said as I offered her my cock
once again.
Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand.
Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of
“I’m not interested.” I regretted my teasing immediately. I
watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms,
but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn’t help
it… I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum
covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened
her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed.
She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my
cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the
precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and
the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth,
and at once, my cock felt at home.
Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the
other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my
cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in, but from time to time,
she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into
her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of
saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock
into cumming.
“I can’t believe how hard it is,” she
gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the
firelight.
“You could probably hang your coat on it,” I
laughed.
“No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small
black hair from her mouth.
I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand,
which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We
kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink
shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn’t
help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I
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