Steamy-Stories

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Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? I've felt that way my entire life. My name is Liza Thomas and growing up I was a nobody. I had very few friends in school and what few "friends" I did have were more like acquaintances that never even thought about my existence outside of 8 AM to 3 PM, Monday , Friday. I was bullied too. But then again, wasn't everyone? I'm seriously asking, "was everyone?" because the other girls constantly ridiculed me for the way I looked (growing up I looked quite androgynous), for never talking during class and for sneaking my Nintendo DS into school to play during lunch. I never did anything to them, but they made me feel like shit every single day.

Fast forward to my 18th birthday and, nothing. I was flat all over. My chest, my ass, my stomach. My tits were 32 A, maybe the size of lemons and my ass cheeks were like two little pancakes. But then, something magical happened. During the Christmas break after my birthday, I began to grow. My lemons turned into 34 D cantaloupes quite fast, almost overnight. My pancakes turned into, pillows? My ass certainly wasn't flat enough to set your drink on anymore but I'd be lying if I said that it caught anyone's gaze.

My mom took quick notice of this change and in regards to it; liked to say, "Lions, tigers, boobs oh my!" (I wish I was making this up. My mom says the stupidest and most embarrassing shit sometimes, I swear to God). Apparently, the Thomas women were all late bloomers, so it's unsurprising that it took me all the way until adulthood before my tits were as big as my mom's.

That January I returned to school after "the change" I kind of figured no one would notice, or care, but boy was I wrong. I started to get unwanted attention, and as an introvert this sucked. It wasn't all bad though, that same month this guy named Brian started talking to me and, Brain made me feel special. He'd come up to me every day at my locker to chat me up. Nobody had ever done that before, especially not a boy. A little bit about Brian, Brian was 19 when we first met. He was held back in first grade so he was in the same class as me despite being a year older. His mother was an alcoholic who was in and out of the county jail and his father was an honest man who made a living restoring old cars. I guess this is different from being a mechanic but don't ask me how, I am not a car girl. Anywho, after a month Brian asked me out on a date and, I said yes! We went to the local ice cream place, the Twist and Shake (I think it was supposed to be a Beatles pun), and had a nice little conversation. There was not much to do in Locust, Pennsylvania after all. I had even taken the opportunity to wear a low-cut shirt to "show off the goods" so to speak. In truth, the shirt had not been low cut prior to my cleavage metamorphosis. After a few weeks he even asked me to be his girlfriend and I was elated! No one had ever thought of me in that way before, it was like I was experiencing my sexual coming of age, the only thing was that at this point I was very much anti-sex traditionalist.

I grew up in a very strict Eastern Orthodox family and had taken my parents' views on sex as my own. I was supposed to wait until marriage. I told Brian this a little while after we started dating. Despite him reassuring me that everything was okay, I could see the disappointment on his face. I would try to satiate him by compromising. I offered him handjobs at first, then gave my first blowjob, but this wasn't good enough. He was horny all the time, and I just couldn't keep up. I started sending nudes. Something until then I thought people were stupid for doing. Then, one day in April, when we were over at his house; he was always trying to get me to come over and come into his bedroom, which I tried to stay away from like the plague. I foolishly went in there, like an idiot. He then begged me for sex and tried to take off my clothes. I told him no, but when he got upset I felt bad and said that if he wanted to there was another way that we could do it. That was how I lost my anal cherry.

Still with me? Good. So the next month, May, was the big prom. It was my senior prom, so my parents went all out and purchased me the most expensive black and pink dress (yes, I listen to K-pop), I think it cost a thousand dollars! Daddy bought it for me and even paid for a limo for Brian and me! That night was perfect. In his suit, Brian looked like the most suave handsome man in the world, and could have easily passed for Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne. After prom the limo dropped us off at my house and Brian (at this point I didn't have my license yet, just a learner's permit), drove us to "after prom", which was held at the Macedonian-American Cultural Center. Well during the hour break between prom and "after prom" (Which might I add is stupid. Like as far as I can tell it's always been this way but it feels like the school is just begging the students to have sex?). Brian pulled the car over to a discrete area. I was a little worried at first, but just figured that I was going to unzip his pants and give him head, but he had other things in mind. He gave me this long impassioned speech about how much he loved me and how we were meant to be together. I felt moved by the moment, and well, I loved him. So I told him that if he was still a virgin then yes, we could have sex. But if not, then I would still let him fuck me in the ass. He told me that I would be his first. So we had sex. I was so stupid for believing him.

I wish I could tell you this long passionate tale about my first time, and how amazingly romantic it was, but;

1.       That's not the point of this story, and;

2.       He humped me in the back of a Honda Accord until he jizzed all over my belly button, not exactly the most romantic first time.

Anyway, for the rest of the night, and until the end of the school year, I was in a very romantic mood.

Graduation felt like such a big deal at the time, like the rest of my life was starting and that I had finally become a woman. Like my whole life was starting to come together. Prom night was kind of a bursting of the dam, or watershed moment. After that he would start fucking me in his bedroom almost every day after classes, and then when school ended, just whenever he could get me to come over. I would typically just lay there, on my back or stomach, not moving much until he finished up. Nobody ever taught me how to have sex, and Brian was fine with me just being a dead fish. This would only last until early July however.

When a seemingly innocuous comment from Brian's father about him "finally finding a good girl," caused me to spiral and stalk his Facebook and Instagram profiles. I found out that he dated over a half-dozen women before me. Some he had told me about, others he did not. Could he really expect me to believe that he never had sex with any of these women?

I have a tendency to internalize my frustrations and shut down when there's a problem in my life. I gave up my virginity on a fraud! For the rest of July I did not let Brian have sex with me, not even once. He got very upset with this, but I refused to say why. Until, finally, in August when during a discussion about how our relationship was going to proceed. He was going to Ohio University, a party school, and I was going to Penn State. I confronted him. I asked him about these past girlfriends. He told me that he lied and that he was sorry.

I broke down into tears, and then he said, "Since you're already crying. I might as well tell you: I'm breaking up with you." I could not breathe. My mind was racing a mile a minute but the words I wanted to say would not come out. He continued, "I just don't think that you're intimate enough for me.  I don't want you weighing me down while I'm at college. You understand."

No, I do not understand, You bastard! And if you’re reading this, I fucking hate you, Brian Romanchuck!

Fuck him! No, don’t! But I hope some brute at the state prison fucks his ass with a led pipe!

Only a few weeks later, at the end of August (or maybe it was September at this point), I was shipped away from home and started my new life as a freshman at Penn State Brandywine. I chose Penn's Brandywine campus because it not only had the Micro-electromechanical systems program I was looking for but was also refreshingly rural and familiar, despite how close to Philadelphia it was. Plus I had a nice scholarship for being a female stem major.

Since my breakup, I began wearing baggy clothes to hide my body. I didn't need asshole boys wanting me for my body. Trust me, at this point in time I hated my body (don't worry dear reader, that was going to change soon, but thanks for your concern). This was made even harder by the fact that I had a second growth spurt over the summer and now my tits were the size of watermelons

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Back in her room, Astrid took a shower and texted Amanda to tell her about the episode in the market. Amanda had been to her tennis club and sent Astrid a photo of her with short tennis skirt lifted, displaying her white underwear. Astrid modeled the new bikini. Then she told her friend that she was planning to try out the hotel gym next and they promised to tell each other all later.

She had just finished showering when a maid knocked at the door (she had asked for extra bath towels). Astrid wrapped a small towel round her - just enough to cover her breasts and down far enough to retain her modesty - then answered the door. The maid was hot - a dark brunette with full red lips and a cheeky smile. Astrid caught her glance as the maid quickly scanned her barely covered nubile body. Astrid met her eyes and grinned. ‘So have you come to service me?’ she asked, grinning, stepping aside to let the maid walk in.

As the dark beauty walked past into the room Astrid checked her out, admiring her well rounded backside, tightly covered by her white apron. The maid turned to face her and was about to speak but Astrid put her finger to her lips and said 'Just tell me your name and show me what you can do for me.’ 'Ariana,’ she replied, 'like the singer.’ And grinned. Astrid replied, 'You’re hot like her too!’ The maid smiled widely and visibly relaxed.

Astrid decided to see how shockable - or how naughty - Ariana was, wondering if she knew Anabella, her colleague who had filmed Astrid and Mike having sex in the beach hut. Astrid suspected this hotel was full of horny staff and guests, resolving to find the action or make it happen. She unhooked the towel where it was folded above her breasts then pulled it away from her body, dropping it to the floor and standing proudly naked. The maid’s eyes widened and she smiled as she looked Astrid up and down. It was clear she had a special customer here.

Astrid took control. 'Never mind the room, just service me!’ And with that she reached out to take the maid’s hand and led her to the bed. She sat down at the edge and pulled Ariana gently down by both hands so that she was kneeling in front of her, between her spread legs. Astrid looked down and nodded as if to say 'do your duty’. She knew it was bold to demand but she had a hunch she wouldn’t be disappointed. Sure enough Ariana smiled up at her new mistress and moved her face closer. Astrid’s cunny was ripe and ready, juices already lubricating her in anticipation. Suddenly she felt warm plentiful lips on her lower tummy, gently kissing along the top of her bikini line and then down to her upper thighs. Then she felt a warm moist tongue tracing its way along the top of her legs and up the side of her cunny lips then down the other side.

By now she was aching to be kissed right in her core but for a few more moments the maid just teased her, planting tiny kisses from her lips and tip of the tongue. Astrid gasped with pleasure and arched her body forwards, desperate for more. Then suddenly the warm wet tongue slid between the swelling cunny lips and thrust inside, licking the first honey wetness. Astrid by now had given up her body to be devoured - enjoying another woman’s touch for a change from being pounded by some hard cock. Ariana’s tongue worked expertly, diving into the warm wet cunny and flicking the swollen clit, causing Astrid to moan and buck with delight as she lost control, the first spasm sending her to the edge, making her juices squirt out in a quick rhythmic flood, running out between her legs as she came uncontrollably, while the maid licked and sucked and drank every drop.

Astrid lay back on the bed, satisfied but still horny. She wanted to return the favor. She beckoned Ariana to her side then leaned over to undress her new lover. The maid’s uniform was easy to unbutton and within moments she had exposed smooth tanned skin, white bra barely holding well rounded breasts, and tiny panties from which dark curly hair peeped out. Astrid quickly undid the bra and sat the maid up so that her firm breasts stood proudly to attention, nipples already firm. Astrid caressed them gently until they became harder and Ariana began to moan.

Then Astrid told her to stand up and pose for some photos. Ariana grinned and didn’t pause for a moment. Now dressed only in her white panties she paraded around the room and struck various poses, including a particularly erotic position, leaning over thrusting out her almost bare buttocks and fleshy cunny lips, with the white thong cleft in between. That was it! Time to return the favor.

Astrid then led her to the bed, pushed her down on the sheets and sat astride her. She leaned close and kissed her full on the lips, tasting her own juices on the other girl’s lips. Next she gently kissed and licked Ariana’s firm round breasts until the nipples were fully erect. Now she wanted full flesh on flesh.

She reached down the woman’s tanned body and pulled down the tiny thong, exposing the little well-trimmed triangle of dark hair above the shaven cunny, which was somehow so erotic in these times of extreme waxing and nudity, as if the maid were still natural and pubescent. It reminded her of school days with Amanda when they were both adolescent, relishing becoming women. At that point Astrid grabbed her phone from the bedside table and took more photos to send to her friend later. Ariana didn’t object and lay in a series of sensual poses, full frontal nude, completely unashamed and apparently loving the attention. She even stroked her own cunny while Astrid took more snaps.

Then there was a noise at the window. Astrid looked up and saw the boy from the next room looking in. Ariana looked embarrassed at first and covered her breasts and cunny but Astrid told her to relax and invited the boy in. He was wearing only swimming trunks and both girls saw he was hard and ready. They looked at each other and grinned then both stood up, posing nude for him as he approached the bed. As he reached them Astrid pulled down his trunks releasing the eager young cock. Perhaps it was her imagination but it seemed bigger than last time. Anyway it would do. She was now aching to be fucked again.

She gave her phone to Ariana and told her to take photos of them as she spread herself for the boy. He didn’t waste time and soon his cock was inside Astrid’s wetness. She opened her legs wide and took him fully in, enjoying being taken by a man again. He kissed her mouth and breasts as he pounded her, while the maid took photos. But when she felt the young man push harder inside and start to tremble she pushed him away, out of her and told him to wait. 'Her turn!’ she said, pointed to the naked maid and taking the phone.

Astrid stood and watched as Ariana knelt down on the bed to present her beautifully rounded ass to him. The throbbing cock pushed up between the ass cheeks as she spread herself for him and he took her from behind. Astrid then took more photos as the boy thrust into the Latina babe whose cunny was now dripping and aching. (Astrid made a mental note to invite Ariana to join her at one of the parties in the penthouse, sure that she would make it even more fun).

They all knew the young guy wouldn’t last long so they waited until he was losing control and Astrid pulled him away and knelt down next to Ariana just in time to catch the boy’s load as he spurted over their buttocks, his cum spattering over both of them as they giggled with delight. He watched in disbelief as they kissed each other, wiped off the cum from their rears and licked it from their fingers. Then they sent him away, now that he was no use to them.

Next they locked in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply and caressing each other all over, which only made them hornier until there was only one option. They positioned themselves in a sixty-nine and licked and kissed each other’s eager pussies and clits until they both shuddered to a final orgasm. They drank each other dry and rolled over side by side.

They swapped numbers and Astrid promised to send the photos later and to invite her new friend to join her again, preferably with a couple of men. Ariana said that if necessary she would invite one of the guys from the bar or kitchen - she had fucked most of them, she confessed. And she recommended the gym, where Astrid was planning to go next.

For the gym Astrid wore a tiny pair of black shorts (without underwear), matching sports bra and bright white new sneakers. She knew it might be a good opportunity to show herself off again.

The gym was empty except for two of the male trainers who stood and greeted her as she came in. She saw them both briefly look her up and down, surely admiring her fit body in its skimpy outfit. She smiled and declined their offer of help but knew they would have to sit nearby in case she, as the customer, needed anything.

She started on the treadmill, setting a running pace to warm up, looking over now and again to see if they were watching - they were. Then she did a few stretches and exercises on the mat. As she moved she could feel her shorts riding up so that more of her buttocks became exposed; instead of tweaking them back into place she made a point of showing off her backside to them at every opportunity. As usual the exhibitionist in her took over and she turned herself on, sensing a glow inside, a growing wetness in her cunny and hardening nipples.

She decided it was time to make use of the fit young men so she asked them for some hands-on help with exercises. They both came close and one began to give her some instructions but she pretended not to get it and asked him to help move her body into the position. As he gently held her arms, shoulders, lower back and waist while taking her through the movements she managed to push her body against him, rubbing herself against his groin. He was wearing tight shorts and she felt a bulge there. The other guy noticed and grinned. Then she reached out to him too and stroked her palm across his chest and down to his pants. He was already hard and she could feel the shape of his cock.

'You know what exercise I really need?’ she asked. 'Fuck me. Both of you’. They didn’t need asking twice. Soon there were hands all over her, caressing her breasts and buttocks, fingers stroking her cunny through the shorts. She pulled away and stripped off as they watched, then lay naked on an exercise mat. 'One in each end.’ They both grinned at each other and her then undressed quickly. One keeled down between her spread legs and began to lick her naked swelling cunny lips. The other straddled her face and slid his hardening cock into her eager mouth.

It didn’t take long until she had two hard cocks in her, one pumping inside her cunny and one deep in her mouth. And they didn’t last long either. The one pounding deep into her began thrusting hard and she felt him tremble and harden as he came close - and at the last moment he pulled out and sent several spurts of cum over her stomach and cunny. At the same time the other guy tensed inside her mouth and she licked the head of his throbbing cock with her warm tongue until he couldn’t wait any more and pulled out of her mouth just in time to squirt a heavy load over her face and into her open mouth.

The men quickly dressed, worried that another customer might come in, but Astrid lay naked a little longer on the floor, licking the cum off her lips and wiping it from her tummy and licking her fingers. Then she finished herself off as they watched, flicking her expert fingertips over her wet clit until she bucked and came with a moan, juices seeping out from her hot wet cunny.

She stood up, posed naked for them once more, then pulled on her outfit. She smiled at the men and said, 'Thanks for the workout, just what I needed. See you next time.’ One replied, 'Any time, babe. We do massage too.’ He handed her a card. The other guy added, 'Yeah and we can do room service for you.’ So she gave them her room number, kissed them both on the mouth and told them to come that night at 11. And she told herself she would leave her red panties on the balcony for the boy in the next room. Three young men at once - now that would make Amanda envious…

Astrid’s exhibitionist tendency was not just narcissism. Yes she liked the attention, seeing the reaction and expression of people she showed herself off to. But it also turned her on. Showing her wares gave her a deep thrill every time. Moreover she felt a rewarding sense of connection and sharing, putting her at one with humanity and the forces of love and lust.

Astrid stood admiring the attractive young woman in the full-length bathroom mirror, a nude female who had just finished showering. Her bright hazel eyes looked back at her from her sweet young face. Her cheeks were rosy from the hot shower. Her luscious lips were slightly parted, giving a glimpse of white teeth. Her still-wet hair framed her face and tumbled across the slightly tanned bare shoulders and down her chest, where a few strands fell around her pink breasts and semi-erect nipples.

She continued scanning herself downwards across her naturally pale and perfectly flat tummy, her slim waist and slight hips, adorned by the shapely pelvic bones. Her smooth thighs curved gently into her long athletic legs. She held her gaze on the gap in between her thighs, adoring the way it formed a natural inverted triangle with firm curving flesh on two sides and freshly waxed cunny above. She always chose high-cut briefs to show off this stunning little thigh gap.

As she looked at herself, proud of her beauty and fitness, well aware of her great sex appeal, she was becoming increasingly horny and wet. She wanted someone else to see and appreciate her nude young body. She wished Ariana or Anabella would come to her room now; she knew that both the maids were attracted to her. She was tempted to call one of them and summon her to come to the room for a quickie.

But for now she decided just to take some selfies and send them to the girls and to Amanda back home. Later she would find other opportunities to show herself off around the hotel pool, beach and spa. So she took her phone and snapped a few dozen shots of her nudity including some close-ups of her chest, midriff and inevitably the stunning pubic area below, then messaged them to her admirers.

Having dried her hair and dressed (thong, tight white cotton shorts, loose sky-blue t-shirt, no bra) Astrid went down to the hotel spa where she had booked a massage.

The receptionist, a young redhead she recognized from the gym, gave her a lovely welcoming smile and led her to the massage room, which stood empty. 'Just relax here for a minute,’ she said, gesturing to the center of the small room where there was a chair beside the massage bench. Alone in the room Astrid remained standing and looked around. It was bright and clean, low lighting, candles, chill-out music coming from unseen speakers.

On one wall was a large horizontally hung mirror, in line with the length of the massage table. She stood in front of it and immediately imagined that it was one of those two-way mirrors and that people could see through from a room on the other side. She liked the idea, amused at the thought of being watched, lying naked being massaged.

But it was not just Astrid’s imagination. There really was a viewing room, behind the mirror, into which the redhead had disappeared to join Anabella who was already sitting there, video camera ready. They kissed briefly on the mouth, then giggled quietly as they looked through at Astrid in front of them. This would be another one to show at one of their wild parties in the penthouse.

Astrid stood facing the mirror for a minute, checking herself out. She cupped her breasts through the shirt, caressing herself gently. Then she slid her palms down her thighs and edged her fingertips between her legs… The door opened. A woman walked in, a tall ponytailed blonde in a white uniform. As the masseuse approached Astrid was sure she heard giggling from behind the mirror and was thrilled at the thought that she was on show again.

'Hallo,’ said the woman, speaking with a strong eastern European accent. 'I am Aliona. I give you massage.’ She smiled. 'You can take off clothes.’ Astrid grinned and faced the mirror again. In one quick movement she pulled the t-shirt over her head and placed it on the chair. Then she peeled down the little shorts and wiggled out of them. Standing in only her tiny briefs she turned to Aliona who was watching her undress.

'This too?’ Astrid asked, indicating the thong.

'Yes. Is better.’

Better for all of your watching me, thought Astrid. But she was only too pleased to get naked again. She hooked her thumbs into the waistline of the underwear, smiled at the masseuse, whose light blue eyes were fixed on the young woman’s body, and pulled down the tiny piece of material, exposing her full nudity to Aliona and who knew how many people watching!

The masseuse asked Astrid to lie down, then dimmed the lights. However there was a cool white light shining down from above, illuminating the massage table on which lay Astrid’s naked body. She lay face down, her pert round buttocks beautifully illuminated. Aliona looked back at the mirror, licked her lips and grinned, knowing the other girls were watching and filming. Then she undid the top buttons of her white frock-coat uniform, exposing a little cleavage, knowing she was part of the show too. She intended to please her young customer in more ways than one! She walked around the far side of the table so that she would not obstruct the view from the mirror, then looked down at Astrid, innocently awaiting her treatment.

Soon the warm oiled fingertips began caressing Astrid’s back and shoulders, smoothing the muscles. As the stunning Ukrainian blonde leaned forward over the young body below, her ponytail fell around her bare shoulders and more of her cleavage showed to the secret audience. She licked her lips again as she massaged Astrid’s lower back and waist area. The room was very warm. She paused for a moment as Astrid lay unaware below, then looked over at the mirror and slowly unbuttoned her uniform, exposing her bare chest and tanned midriff, plus the tiny triangle of her white briefs. Then she resumed the massage, applying pressure to Astrid’s lower back and beginning to spread her fingertips over the young girl’s buttocks.

At eighteen, Astrid had only had a professional massage a couple of times so she had no idea how good this one was - or even whether it was professional at all - but she enjoyed every moment nevertheless, loving as always the feeling of warm hands on her flesh. She began to stir inside as she reacted to the warm caresses. The hands had now begun smoothing over her taut buttocks. Astrid relaxed as much as she could, but felt the wetness increasing inside. Suddenly the long fingers were down between her legs, massaging her inner thighs and Astrid found herself wishing they would reach to her cunny.

'You want to turn over?’ asked the masseuse. Astrid said yes and rolled herself onto her back, unwittingly giving the camera an excellent view of her back and buttocks, and a brief flash of her exposed cunny, as she adjusted herself on her back. As she lay waiting she noticed the blonde’s uniform was undone and her eyes widened with surprise and delight as

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After her exhibitionism at the pool and the intimate pleasures in her hotel room, then the evening in the bar exposing herself and seducing someone to give her the first fuck of the vacation, Astrid was ready for more that night. She was eager and excited about the midnight rendezvous on the beach with the older man she had flashed herself to in the pool.

Her parents had said goodnight and gone to their room. Astrid was alone in her room, instant-messaging her best friend Amanda, spilling all about how she had flashed her panties from across the hotel cocktail bar to seduce the horny guy opposite, then had furtive sex with him in a dark corner by the pool. Amanda was pleased that her friend had scored on the first evening but demanded photographic evidence of the next coupling - Astrid had told her about the invitation to meet at the beach hut at midnight.

‘I’m gonna turn him on and use him all night!’

'Yay. I wanna see u nude on the beach, bae.’

'ok I’ll get him to take pics of me.’

'And show me a pic of his cock lol!’

Astrid willingly accepted the challenge, and dared Amanda - who had said she was playing tennis the next day - to send her pics of her in her tennis whites but without panties, like that old poster. She knew that Amanda loved to flash her white panties to the tennis coach. They loved daring each other to go further and further with their exhibitionism and generally dirty behavior. Tonight Astrid wanted to excel herself.

She had taken a hot shower, soaping herself thoroughly, paying particular attention to her smooth breasts and soft cunny, and was now standing naked in her hotel room trying to decide what to wear. The Mediterranean night was hot so she wouldn’t need much. The most difficult question was: panties or not? On the one hand she couldn’t resist showing off her hot young body; on the other hand she wanted to give the guy a tease and let him strip her. She chose a very skimpy white beach dress, almost translucent, which was really only meant for pulling on over a bikini. She slipped it on and stood in front of the mirror, admiring her nudity showing through: it gave a clear view of her pert breasts, flat stomach and the outline of her cunny lips. Grabbing her phone, Astrid took a few selfies and sent a couple to Amanda.

'wow, he’s gonna cum just looking at u!’

'lol hope he lasts longer than that.’

'u just have to make him cum more than once then.’

She decided not to wear a bra: her young breasts were pert and well-shaped and didn’t need support. And of course she wanted the man to see them, already imagining turning him on. She chose a tiny white lacy thong but before putting it on she squeezed a handful of lubricant from the tube and moistened both her holes, just to make it easy for her to be taken any way he chose. Even the act of doing this turned her on and her cunny was already lubricating itself too. She slipped on some sandals, checked herself out in the mirror again, slipped her phone and some condoms into a clutch bag and left the room.

She walked slowly and quietly down the dark hotel corridor past her parents’ room and opened the fire escape door at the end, which she had noticed was a short-cut to the path that led down to the nearby beach. She quickly reached the hotel gardens, looking around in case anyone was there, but if they were they were well hidden. She felt sure there must be other night-time lovers around on this hot summer night. Soon she was on the boardwalk path that led down to the hotel’s private beach. The sand ahead was softly lit by moonlight and she saw the waves gently breaking on the still-warm sand. A warm breeze wrapped around her slim body and she felt a shudder of delight, anticipating the erotic encounter.

The man had mentioned the beach hut, which she soon spotted away to the right. To the left she had seen shadows on the ground, silhouettes of another couple lying in the near darkness, but saw no one to the right. The hut was small, appeared to be empty, standing isolated in the quiet midnight beach scene. She knew it must be around midnight by now and hoped he hadn’t changed his mind. She sat down in front of the hut, leaning back against it to watch the waves. She spread her legs, enjoying the sensation of the warm night breeze around her thighs and hungry core. She hoped he wouldn’t be long.

Moments later she saw a tall figure approaching from the direction of the hotel path. A man. Must be him! She stood up as he approached. He smiled. She saw his dark eyes, already full of lust, and admired his tall muscular body, dressed only in a tight white t-shirt and marine blue beach pants which went just below the knee.

'Hi,’ he said, moving closer.

'You came,’ she replied.

'Not yet. But I figure you can make that happen!’ he smiled.

She grinned, blushing a little. She guessed he must be around her father’s age - about 50 - but he was fit and handsome. She assumed he must be well experienced too.

'I’m Mike,’ he said.

'Astrid.’

He gave her a gently kiss on both cheeks and took one of her hands, leading her to the beach hut door. She grinned and blushed. She felt even wetter below now.

'Let’s go in, if you don’t mind.’ Astrid nodded and watched as he took a key from his pocket, explaining that he was a regular at the hotel and knew all the maids, one of whom had given him a copy of the key. She wondered how many other women guests and hotel maids he had brought here, but that thought fled from her mind as the door opened and he beckoned her to enter.

Inside the hut, which had pine paneled walls, there was a long wooden bench seat with some pegs on the wall above, presumably for people to change clothing. There were a couple of seats and a small unit in the corner. On the floor was a large rug. There was only one window which looked out towards the sea. Moonlight came through and bathed the room in a cool light, just enough for them to see each other. Astrid stood as he looked her up and down, his eyes betraying his approval and excitement at the sexy young woman who seemed to want to show herself off to him.

'You’re certainly not shy, are you?’ he asked. She grinned and held herself proud before him as he admired her breasts through the translucent material. She watched his eyes move downwards to see her white panties and long smooth legs. She felt like she was already naked, being so scantily dressed and knowing he had already seen her assets in the pool. She took her phone from her bag and told him he could take any photos he wanted and that she wanted to see his body too.

He switched on the one overhead light and took a few photos with her phone as she posed, growing in confidence as he flattered her with comments and praise. Then he lifted off his shirt, exposing the muscular torso she had seen at the pool. She sensed his musky aroma as he approached. Looking down she saw the bulge of his cock against his thin cotton shorts. She took back the phone and took a few photos of him as he stood smiling.

'Wanna see more?’ he asked. She nodded and took a series of shots as he reached down and pulled at the waistband. He raised his eyes as if to ask should he pull them down. She nodded and snapped away as he slowly pulled them down, gasping as she saw the smooth glans of his cock appear. She felt a shudder at the thought of having that inside. Suddenly the whole cock sprang out as the shorts fell to the floor; it stood to attention, hardening as she watched and took more photos. Amanda was going to love this!

'Now you,’ he demanded. She handed him the phone and he began to take snaps as she, grinning girlishly, reached down and pulled up her skimpy half-dress, exposing the tiny white triangle of her panties and her smooth stomach. She saw his eyes widen and cock tremble as she lifted the dress off and shed it to the floor, thrusting her pert breasts proudly forward, their nipples hardening as she posed. He told her to lie down on the rug and she obeyed, spreading her body below him in the moonlight. He took more pictures as she looked up, admiring the massive member hovering above her. Then he motioned her to take off the panties.

Astrid hadn’t yet noticed that there was someone at the window, looking in from the beach. A dark pair of eyes was watching their every move and filming it. Mike had secretly arranged (not for the first time) for one of his maids to be there to help him catch the scene and take some memories of his conquest.

Lying vulnerable on the rug, Astrid again obeyed immediately, reaching down to her waist and using her long fingers to start peeling the panties off where she lay. Slowly she slid them down to expose her smooth cunny lips and well-lubricated slit. She wondered if the bud of her clit was already showing. Then she raised her knees to pull the panties down her thighs as he took more and more pictures, moving closer to take closer snaps of her cunny as she raised her legs and exposed her core to him, quickly pulling the panties off completely. She loved the feeling of being completely nude, lying underneath a mature man with a hard cock she was about to put to good use.

He took a few close-up photos of her beautiful cunny and some full-body shots, then lowered himself closer down over her until his cock was in shot. Then he took more photos of his full hardness hovering above her cunny and stroking itself against her stomach. She felt the pre-cum on her belly, already imagining being covered with a flood of his juices. Or would she take his load in her mouth? Or let him explode inside her cunny? Or the other end? She wanted it all! Being exposed and photographed turned her on so much she felt juices oozing out already. His now massive cock throbbed in anticipation.

Astrid then beckoned him closer, sticking her tongue out and pointing to her mouth. He took the unsubtle hint and edged his tool closer to her face as he continued to take pictures of their acts. He poised his hard cock right in front of her luscious lips and her fingers clasped it gently. She reached down to her cunny and made one hand wet with her juices, then used it to lubricate his shaft, making him even harder. By now she had decided to blow him and hope he would recover quickly to fuck her holes too.

She took the tip of him in between her lips, gently licking the smooth glans as his cock began to throb and harden still more. By now he had put down her phone and balanced himself over her with his hands on the floor either side. His muscular thighs clasped her body below and she felt his flesh brush against her breasts. Her nipples were hardening and she knew she was now soaking wet below. Above she saw his face, enjoying watching him look down at her as she slowly took him deeper in her mouth.

From the corner of her eye she sensed a movement. Then she saw the face at the window. Her eyes widened and he realized she had noticed. His cock was filling her mouth so she couldn’t speak, but he reassured her, softly saying, 'Don’t worry, Astrid, that’s only Anabella, one of the maids, a friend of mine. She’s filming us. I figured you wouldn’t mind…?’ Astrid’s response was wrap her hands around his stiff member and pull it deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. She felt his balls against her chin. Might as well put on a show, she thought.

That brought him to the edge almost immediately. He was very experienced and could make sex last, but this young one was so hot and dirty he just wanted to fill her with seed as quickly as possible. Astrid sucked and licked the length of his cock as it swelled inside her mouth and a few moments later she felt him tremble and go even harder. He grunted and thrust himself forwards as the first spurt came, then pulled his cock partially out, sending a second hard spurt to the back of her mouth. He finished on her tongue and face, as he pulled out and squirted the rest of his cum on her lips and chin.

Afterwards he took another few photos with her phone: her mouth open, tongue covered by a pool of cum she had not yet swallowed; her chin wet with a trail of oozing semen; her cheeks lightly spattered. Some of the shots showed his still hard member, hovering over her young face. Anabella had also captured the whole thing on a video clip he would relish later in his room and perhaps show on a large screen at one of his regular sex parties there.

'You up for more?’ he asked. 'My turn to make you come!’

'Umm, yes,’ Astrid purred.

'Mind if I invite her in to watch?’ he asked, pointing to the window.

Astrid paused only a moment and agreed.

Anabella walked in. She was tall, slim, with luscious red lips and a pretty face framed with long black hair. She had a gently curving figure with medium round breasts half-covered by a bikini top and long athletic legs leading up to a wide thigh gap beneath tiny black bikini briefs. Astrid guessed she was Italian or Greek, a real Mediterranean beauty, and was flattered that the older man had chosen the young English exhibitionist tonight, rather than this exotic babe (though she guessed, correctly, that he had already slept with the maid). Anabella smiled but didn’t say a word. Astrid noticed the hand-held video camera and smiled. Anabella smiled delightfully and began to record again as Astrid licked the rest of the cum from her lips and swallowed.

'Now lie down here,’ Mike said to Astrid, indicating the long wooden sauna-style bench where he had lain a fluffy white towel. As Anabella filmed, Astrid elegantly sat then raised her slim legs to lie down. She stretched out her proud young body the full length, legs together, arms at her sides. The others stood a few moments, looking down and admiring the young woman who was giving her body to them. The maid kissed the man on the neck and lips then stood back to continue filming.

He knelt down beside the bench and kissed Astrid firmly on the lips. He could smell himself on her. He loved the way she gave herself up so fully and resolved to give her as much pleasure as possible and make her want more, so that she might come to one of their parties. Next he moved down her body, gently kissing and nuzzling her soft breasts, gently licking the nipples until they were fully erect. Astrid was of course by now soaking wet between her legs, wondering how he would make her come.

The answer was to turn her on increasingly by kissing and teasing her, licking and caressing her young body, lying prone beneath him, edging closer and closer, down her tummy to her core. Soon his lips reached her bikini zone. He gently kissed and licked around her swelling cunny, teasingly avoiding her for a few moments, then suddenly flicking his tongue across her wet slit, causing her to gasp out loud. Her legs spread a little as he began to slide his tongue expertly along her labia and into her wetness, quickly finding the little button of her clit.

He used his fingers to gently spread her and expose it, so that he could lick her there with the tip of his tongue, flicking it side to side across the little white button as she arched herself upwards to him, beginning to moan. She knew she wouldn’t last long like this. She had always enjoyed being kissed there by Amanda in their college room, but this man really knew what he was doing. Within moments she was beginning to tremble with pleasure and felt a wave inside as her orgasm came, the first wave flooding gently through her, the second bringing her juices out onto his tongue. She let go and cried out at the final climax as he sucked and licked her out, taking every drop of her honey.

Afterwards she lay there trembling gently, her senses alive, her cunny tingling and aching. She felt like she could come again easily if one of them touched her. But as she looked up she saw Anabella kneeling down in front of Mike, one hand cupped around his balls, the other feeding his hardening member in between her full red lips. On the one hand Astrid wanted to see them fuck and was turned on watching; on the other hand she wanted that cock inside her next!

She wasn’t disappointed. As soon as he was rock hard, Anabella stood away and retrieved the camera. He came over to Astrid, his tool leading the way, sticking out in front as he reached her side. He surprised her by reaching his arms underneath her and lifting her off the bench in one quick easy movement, as if she was a doll, and carried her to the center of the room. Yes, she thought, let me be your fuck-doll!

He laid her down on the rug, on her back, and spread her legs, kneeling between them. She said she had a condom in her purse but he told her not to worry as he couldn’t make her pregnant and he was clean. She paused for a moment then smiled up at him and nodded. She loved the idea of taking his bare cock inside, letting him flood into her. She felt dirty in a highly sexy way, letting him use her like this.

He didn’t waste time. Anabella was sitting on the bench now, filming them and fingering herself. Astrid spread her legs wider and watched him move his body closer, his fully erect cock hovering over her again. He gently pushed his smooth glans over her wet cunny lips, which spread as he put slight pressure on them. He rubbed this way for a few moments, getting even harder. Her eyes begged him to take her. She took hold of his arms, pulling him closer down onto her.

She was so wet and turned on, and he was so adept, that his cock easily began to slide into her, its tip moving inside, opening the young woman up for his pleasure. He moved smoothly deeper, with gentle thrusts and she felt him throbbing inside her. Instinctively she flexed her cunt muscles to squeeze him as if to pull and keep him deep inside. Then he moved a little harder and pushed his full length inside, causing her to gasp and spread wide. He lowered his body onto her and she reached around his back to hold him to her as she gave herself up to this mature and tender man.

He thrust in and out, quick and fast, hard and soft, for what seemed a long time. Astrid had never been fucked so well and wondered how he lasted so long. He seemed to be able to take himself just to the limit then pause, at the same time bringing her closer and closer. Her body felt light, as if she was floating. Inside she felt waves of lust and floods of pleasure, which soon brought her to orgasm. She bucked and moaned as she came, her cunny and clit highly sensitive as he thrust harder and throbbed inside her.

And then she felt him come hard, deep inside, filling her with strong spurts of cum again and again. He thrust several more times, hard, making her gasp and moan, as his final climax came, emptying the rest of his juices into her young body. As he pulled out she felt all the juices flooding out of her. She looked down at him as he positioned himself over her face, feeding his cock into her eager mouth. She licked her juices and the rest of his cum and sucked him dry as Anabella filmed them.

Astrid hoped she could watch the whole video of her midnight at the beach hut but wasn’t sure how to ask. Then as they gathered their clothes he whispered, 'Room 701. Penthouse suite. Come and party with us one night.’ She grinned and kissed him on the lips. Anabella hugged her and kissed them both.

Astrid knew already that she would accept that invitation and as they walked beach along the beach towards the hotel she wonde

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 I hope that until we meet again next week, you all continue

Robert

“Another good session,” Jordan texted.

Jordan

“I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

Jordan’s

Robert’s wise voice echoed in Jordan’s head, “When you notice your warning signs, remember your coping skills.”

Jordan

“Say 'yes’,” Robert’s voice echoed again.

Jordan slapped the side of his head.

“Get out of there, Robert!”

Jordan

“Do I need to bring anything else?” Jordan’s anxiety voice asked.

Jordan

“I can’t take it anymore. My roommate is out for the night. She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

No, Jordan thought. Get your mind out of the gutter. That’s not what she meant. Jordan analyzed the string of twenty words.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

That implies urgency, desire for something different.

“My roommate is out for the night.”

Angela will be alone. WE will be alone. Angela sees this an opportunity. What would require us to be alone? Well, many things.

“She won’t be back until Friday. Come over.”

Today

“Say 'yes’,” Robert trilled.

Jordan pulled at his hair.

“Say 'yeeeeess’,” Robert sang, “Conquer that obsession!”

Jordan

“Conquer obsessiveness!” Robert chimed relentlessly.

There

“Bring condoms.” Read the text from Angela.

Well,

Another buzz came, “Are you on your way yet?”

There

“Good luck Champ,” the cashier said flatly.

Jordan

Angela

“Um, come in,” she said.

Jordan entered Angela’s condo unit and the pair continued their awkwardness inside.

“H-how’s it going?” Jordan asked.

“Good. Oh, and you?”

“Yeah. I mean…good too, as well. Uh, and you?”

He had already inquired about how Angela was. Jordan was cringing all over, like his body wanted to shrink into itself.

“Good,” Angela repeated, “Thanks for um…you know…coming so quickly.”

“Of-of-of course.”

Angela

Angela had to turn her face away from Jordan.

“I was happy to. I wanted sex as well.”

Angela bristled. Jordan’s attempt at extinguishing the awkwardness utterly failed.

“And I-I don’t mean sex with anyone. I-I meant with you.”

Angela bristled even more.

“M-maybe we should sit…sit and chat more? H-how was your day? How are you?”

“Let’s just do it,” Angela blurted.

Jordan swallowed, “Yeah?”

“Yes, yes. Do you mind taking a shower first? I don’t mean to be rude. You know how I am with germs.”

“Oh, thank you.” Jordan exclaimed. “Yes. You know I’m the same.”

Jordan

Jordan stepped out of

“F-finger me,” Angela stammered.

Angela couldn’t

“Yes,” Jordan said with strange confidence.

Jordan

Angela

“I’m ready,” Angela uttered.

Jordan

“Um. If you’re OK…could I?” Jordan asked, making an opening motion with his hands.

Angela knew what he meant.

“Yeah…right…”

Angela

“Get it together!” Jordan scolded himself in his head, “Don’t let her think you’re a loser!”

After

“Did you?” she asked politely.

Jordan caught his breath. Embarrassment took hold of every inch of him.

“Yes,” he said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, that’s OK,” Angela assured.

“I-I just need a minute,” Jordan said, “I can keep going.”

Jordan

“Get yourself together,” Jordan said under his breath after drying off.

Jordan

“I’m going to go down on you,” Jordan announced.

Angela was surprised by his abruptness.

“If-if that’s OK with you…I’d like to go down on you,” Jordan amended.

Angela nodded.

Sucking

“Put a condom on,” Angela instructed.

Jordan

“Turn around,” Jordan demanded.

Angela got on her

“Oh shit,” he wheezed, “I think the condom broke.”

He took a peak down, and sure enough, the condom was just hanging to him.

“Let me get a new one.”

But Angela kept throwing her pelvis up.

“I don’t care. Don’t stop!”

Jordan

The next morning,

“What can I get for you?” she inquired lazily.

“We uh…need the morning after pill please,” Jordan said.

The girl disappeared and returned with the requested goods.

“Way to go champ,” she said dryly.

“Thank

“I’m gonna cum, Jordan! I’m gonna cum!” Angela screamed over Robert’s voice.

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Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs – she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she wanted to fish in a new pool.

So the holiday on a Greek island felt like the opportunity she had been waiting for. She could already imagine lying half-naked by the pool showing off to all the men; wild evenings in a hot tavern or nightclub being pursued by hot guys, perhaps a lost afternoon in an olive grove or a night on the beach with a mysterious new lover… She would send messages and photos back to her best friend Amanda, who was even more naughty than Astrid, always teasing and daring her to do more.

She had finished packing, remembering to bring condoms, lubricating jelly and her sexiest panties! She imagined that her mother had no idea. She thinks I’m innocent! Not for long! She had even started to behave badly at the airport. While waiting in the departure lounge, sitting with her phone for company while her parents were busy reading, she saw that a well-dressed businessman had noticed her. Not surprising, she thought vainly – she knew she was pretty. She was wearing her freshly washed brunette hair loose, a touch of rose-pink lipstick, and a bright summer dress which clung rather to her slim figure, showing the shape of her pert young breasts (covered only by a very flimsy cotton bra) and revealing most of her legs as she sat.

The man sat opposite her and pretended to look at his phone, but she saw his eyes repeatedly looking up to glimpse the young woman opposite. Once she smiled and he grinned back, knowing he had been busted, and not apparently caring, as he continued staring with a lascivious look. Better give him something to enjoy then, she thought. She subtly glimpsed to her side to make sure her parents were still engrossed in their reading, then looked across at the man. Reached one hand down to the hem of her dress, lifted it a fraction to reveal her knees and part of her thighs, then slowly crossed one leg over the other, aware that by doing so she would surely show quite a lot of leg and perhaps a glimpse of the white underwear below, up between her athletic long legs. It worked: she saw his eyes widen with a mixture of disbelief and delight, his mouth opening slightly in pleasant surprise. He retained his composure, but she could see the effect she had, and it gave her a thrill. She smiled at the businessman, a cheeky sultry smile, she imagined.

Moments later he stood up and walked away; she watched him head to the loos and imagined he would go into a cubicle and jerk himself off while thinking of her, driving him crazy with a flash of her knickers! She believed she could have any man she wanted if she led them on in the right way. And there would surely be more at the resort.

When they arrived at the hotel Astrid was pleased that her single room was not next to her parents’, just along the same corridor. And it had a view over the hotel pool, two floors below. She had gone straight to the small private balcony and looked down at the crowds below, eager to join the sunbathing and whatever else was going to happen. The balcony was separated from the one next door only by a low railing; she wondered who would be in the next room. They had agreed to unpack, change, then meet to go down to the pool, so she quickly emptied her suitcase onto the bed and selected a white bikini with dark blue edging around the top and briefs, which tied at the sides.

But before putting it on she felt she had to check herself out in the mirror: even though she was young, slim and athletic, she still felt self-conscious and pale. Time to get a tan and feel warm sun on her body! She pulled off the dress, lifted the bra over her head and pulled down her panties. Then faced the mirror, naked. Like most of her friends she kept herself clean-shaven below and she now admired her small pert breasts and bare cunny, already wondering how soon she might let a man see her like this. She suppressed a brief feeling of nervous youth and told herself she was a hot young woman, fit enough to be confident and bold. She struck a pose, one hand on her waist, the other playing with her hair. She practiced her sultry stare and mouth-slightly-open pout, holding her body straight and proud. Fuck, if I was a bloke I’d fancy me! She thought.

She remembered her first sexual feelings – experienced not with a boy but with her closest friend at boarding school, Amanda. They had egged each other on during term-time nights in the dorm and at sleepovers, every time becoming more daring. They did not feel ready to let a boy touch them but they wanted to know how it felt, so they had gone a little further each time, from hugs and tickling to light fondling and eventually their first kiss, a soft tender memory of the smooth touch of an adolescent girl and the thrill they both got from it. It wasn’t long before they were caressing nipples and stroking each other’s pussies, learning about each other and themselves, yearning for more. And soon they had discovered how to let boys give them the same thrills, and enjoyed teasing them on snapchat and webcams. But now it was time to find a more mature man to tease and use…

Astrid put on her bikini, checked herself out once more in the mirror, quickly took a selfie to send to Amanda later, then grabbed her beach towel and phone and set off to see what fun she could find at this large resort – surely there would be opportunities here. The pool was surrounded by sun loungers and chairs, mostly taken, but it was late afternoon and some people were starting to leave, so they quickly found places. As they took their loungers she noticed a couple next to them, the pale woman lying face-down, sunbathing, the well-tanned man reading a book – or pretending to, for surely he had noticed the lithe young beauty arrive nearby. She looked over as discreetly as she could and was sure she saw his eyes drifting toward her. He had dark hair and was wearing bright swimming trunks. As she looked she thought she saw him smile – a flash of white teeth. She felt slightly nervous, but pleased by the attention.

As she turned to adjust the lounger so that she would be able to sit upright she imagined he would be staring at her backside, her firm buttocks barely covered by the thin material. She felt a warm thrill deep inside, the stirring of the desire to be admired, the power of attracting a man to her. So she took her time, bending over and fiddling with the chair to show off her long legs and athletic buttock muscles. Even if he wasn’t ogling her, she liked the feeling of parading her wares at the poolside: someone would see her, surely.

And as she finally lay down, glancing briefly towards him and grinning, she quickly rubbed her hands over her bikini top, as if to adjust it, but really to draw attention to her small but shapely chest, and enjoying the sensation of fingertips on her nipples. She had pulled the briefs very tight and knew they were showing her cunny lips and slit.

For a moment she looked the other way, then suddenly turned her eyes back at him. He was staring directly at her. Busted! She grinned coquettishly, then lay back on the lounger, pretending to sunbathe. She tried to arch her back slightly to make her pubis show more, imagining he could see the little mound and camel-toe, covered only by the flimsy briefs. She felt a stronger urge now, a stirring in her loins, blood rushing to her cunny, her muscles inside starting to react. And she knew she was getting wet down there. She spread her legs slightly and opened her eyes. Yes he was still glancing over, she was sure.

She felt an ache now, knowing she was getting wet, resisting the urge to touch herself, to stroke her cunny through the soft material. Instead she moved a hand down to her thigh and discreetly stroked herself there, as if to point to her core, to give him a message that her body would be ready if they had half a chance! She glanced down at herself and noticed a wet patch appearing between her cunny lips, seeping through the bikini. Oops, time to go in the pool! And anyway by now she was hot from the sun.

When she stood and walked to the water’s edge she did her best model-style walk, holding herself straight and tall, her long legs keeping a tight straight line, her slim hips moving slightly. And as she passed the man she gave a quick look directly at him, smiled, and stuck just the tip of her tongue from the corner of her mouth, as if to lick her lips. Then she made a show of climbing down the ladder into the pool, with one last glimpse as her head went below the edge of the pool. Yes he was watching. And he was getting up from his lounger! Coming to the pool too. She felt a moment’s nervousness and ducked under the cool water. But as her head came up for air, her confidence was restored. She still felt brazen. Her cunny was still hot and wet and her nipples were hard.

She swam to the edge of the infinity pool and leaned back against the side, her arms behind her head, leaving her body to float freely. He was swimming closer! He started to swim by, but stopped in the middle of the water, facing her, only a couple of strokes away. She saw him stare at her, more blatantly now, admiring her face and breasts, no doubt. She smiled and arched her body up to show it off, bringing her legs up to the surface to float in front of him. He watched as her legs spread, then he dived, disappearing down in front of her. She let her legs fall down into the water. She could see his body below the surface, his head edging closer to her legs. Surely he was watching her down there!

Then he came to the surface and gave an enquiring look, raising his eyebrows as if to ask was there anything to see? And she loved the attention. How easy it had been to attract someone and how good it felt to be free to offer herself to him, should she choose to. She felt more horny than before, and more daring. She imagined telling Amanda and how lame it might sound if all she did was splash around in front of him. And so she decided to be more bold.

Next time he ducked under the water and she could see his dark hair as his head approached her body, she reached down under the water, placed one hand directly on her bikini briefs, right in the center and rubbed herself upwards, her middle finger tracing through the now transparent material the outline of her widening slit. Then she turned round and reached her fingertips quickly to the edge of the panties and pulled them down, exposing her pert white buttocks to the man whose face was now so close.

He came up for air, swam quickly by her, just close enough to whisper: ‘Very nice. Show me more’. He swam back a little away from her and grinned as she turned to face him. She made sure no one was watching then licked her lips and indicated with one finger that he should dive below in front of her and look again. She saw his shape in the water below, closer and closer. And then when she could see he was really close in front of her she pulled the briefs down to her knees and let him admire her naked young cunny and wide thigh gap, distinct against the pool tiles behind. She was turned on by showing him and wondered where this would lead.

He resurfaced, swam close again and whispered, 'Meet me at the beach hut at midnight.’ Then he swam away and returned to his poolside seat.

Astrid pulled her bikini briefs up again, briefly slipping a finger inside her cunny, delighted at how wet she was. Then she swam back to the edge of the pool and returned to the lounger and lay face down to relish in her daydreams what had just happened. Dare she go to meet this man on the beach at night?

Astrid was still turned on by the thrill of flashing herself at the airport, then exposing her nudity to the horny man at the hotel pool and seducing the guy in the next room. This was going to be a wild vacation!

Back in her room later she took a long warm shower, soaping herself all over, relishing the feeling of her warm soft fingers as they gently rubbed between the legs, imagining for a moment they belonged to the mature guy from the pool – or anyone. Soon she would let someone take her, that she had decided. Her hard little body was aching to be taken and she knew she would start showing it off again at any opportunity.

She dried herself with the soft towel then put on a skimpy white sun-dress and lay on her bed, wondering whether she would dare go out to the beach at midnight to meet the man from the pool, whether she could wait until then, or better to 'help herself’ now. She lay for a while, playing with her hair and caressing herself. She wished her best friend Amanda had come with her. But no, she would find plenty to turn her on without her sex-mad buddy. She had an hour before she was supposed to join her parents at the poolside bar for the rest of the evening. Just time for a quick bit of self-service, she thought.

At the center of the ceiling above her bed was a light fitting; she imagined it had a hidden camera and that all the security guys were watching her. Time to put on a show! She stretched out her legs, keeping them closed together. Her skimpy dress had ridden up to her bikini line so her naked cunny was completely exposed. She looked up and grinned, imagined them watching, looking down at the slim young body, the beautiful shaven slit between the smooth cunny lips. She rubbed her small breasts through the scant material, making her nipples go hard. Then she unhooked the thin straps from her shoulders, pulling it down to bare her breasts. She caressed them lovingly, eyes closed, fingertips pressing the nipples until they were pointing up.

Now she could feel the wetness below. Time to put those fingers to better use! She licked the fingers of her right hand and slowly edged it down between her legs. Stretching out the middle finger she placed the hand onto her mound. Almost immediately the cunny lips spread and she opened her legs a little. One finger slipped inside, just for an instant into her wetness, then she traced it upwards to her swelling clit. Lightly she fingered herself: slow, expert, flicking gently side to side, feeling juices surging inside her. She moaned as the pressure grew, the first wave deep inside, swelling with the flow of blood to her core. Again she imagined all the guys watching, wanting to turn them on.

Then she pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the juices oozing out, using her thumb to rub her clit again – hard, soft, fast, slow – until she could not hold back any more, and with a louder moan and arching her back she let herself go and felt the orgasmic wave run through her. With one last thrust and flick the fingers brought her to a hard climax and she squirted her warm honey juices out all over the sheets. She sighed, pulled off the dress and lay back, naked. She looked up at the light fitting, grinned, then lay her arms at her sides, as if in surrender, her young body fully offered up, its proud young cunny oozing juices and wanting more. She wished all the guys watching could come and join her now, to fill her and cover her with cum.

She heard a noise at the window. Looking over, she saw a young man’s face at the glass. Must be the guy from the next room, having climbed over the balcony railing. Had he been watching? She saw him grin and knew he had seen that she had caught him out watching her, but he didn’t retreat and she didn’t move. Instead she sat up and quickly pulled the sheet up to cover her lower body, then lifted her arm to beckon him in. He looked unsure, but she indicated with one finger for him to come in. So he slid open the balcony door and walked in. He was older than her, she guessed, but not much – a student perhaps. Still, she wanted to see what fun she could have with him, even if she sent him away with nothing more than a cheap thrill.

He was bare-chested, wearing tight shorts and apparently nothing else – she could see the bulge of his young cock. Temporarily sated, she didn’t want that inside her now, but she wanted to see it anyway. She picked up her phone and readied it to take a photo. 'If you want me, show me what you’ve got.’ He grinned. She knew that could have backfired: she could have scared him off; but it seemed to turn him on. She pointed the phone and nodded her head. He stepped closer and reached down to the waistband. She started taking a rapid series of pictures as he began to pull down his shorts, imagining giving Amanda the series later, perhaps – proof that she already snared a guy on the first day. As he pulled down the pants she saw the tip of his cock appear, then more, then more – he was fully shaven around the area, as most young guys seemed to be. Suddenly the whole cock sprang free and fell out forwards, as if pointing at her. It wasn’t very long but she knew she could make it bigger. She had decided what to do with it and reached out to pull him down on the bed. She took another photo, then a few more with her hand around it, her fingers stroking it, fingertips stroking the pre-cum from the hole then licking her finger.

'Take some pics of me,’ Astrid commanded. He clumsily took the phone, then pointed it at her face. But she had moved. She leaned down over him and placed her face just above his groin. She looked up and grinned, seeing him touch the phone screen to take some more. Amanda had said she wanted 'proof’: this would be it. She licked the tip of the fast-hardening cock, briefly taking its tip inside her lips. But she felt it quiver immediately. Oh no you don’t, she thought, you’re not splurging in my mouth that quickly! She moved away and told him to put the phone down and lie flat.

As he lay, he reached over to her breasts, gently stroking them. Next she positioned herself next to his supine body and played with his cock as it gently throbbed. She reached down to her wet cunny, wiped her hand inside until it was soaked with her juices, then wrapped it around the stem of the hardness and began lubricating it. She knew it wouldn’t take much to make him come, but she had had enough of him for now, so she stroked him up and down, harder and faster, then slowly caressing the smooth tip with her fingertips, feeling the thing going out of control. Just a few more strokes, she sensed. He moaned and she increased the pace, squeezing and rubbing up and down, sensing him tremble until – yes! – she did it: the firm young cock twitched and throbbed once more and the first spurt of white juice shot out; then another, higher. She pulled again. More cum squirted out, up into the air, spattering a few drops onto her face and chest, but mostly falling down over her fingers as she squeezed the last drops out.

She stood up, picked up his shorts from the floor. 'Right, now get out. I might invite you back if you’re lucky!’ He stood and took the shorts. 'Go on,’ she continued as he hurriedly dressed. 'But keep an eye on that balcony – if I leave a pair of red panties out there that means you can come in again.’ He nodded and sheepishly slid out onto the balcony and back to his room. She grinned, then went to find her phone and send some messages and photos to Amanda. Her friend was amused and impressed

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U.

By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Life as a lowly pledge

The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy.

It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem.

"It's Cam." I said.

"It's Cam what?"

"It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult.

"It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!"

Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen.

"What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator.

"No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said.

"Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?"

And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop.

"I am so fucking stupid." I said.

I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid.

I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang.

I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me.

The bell rang again.

And again.

And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure.

I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it.

"What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place.

"How can I help you?" I said.

Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her.

The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb.

"I'm here for Beko." she said.

Dumb it is.

"He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said.

She blinked again.

"I didn't call. I walked."

"Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?"

"Nope. I want to see Beko."

"Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands."

She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring.

"Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a–" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically.

"June." she said.

"–June here to talk to you."

"Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties."

So I hung up.

"He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Is Joe here?"

"No. Just me."

"Louis?"

"No. He's out."

Ryan?"

"No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house."

She looked confused.

"No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said.

Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority.

"Pardon?"

"I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck."

Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high.

"Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said.

"I want to blow you off."

"Is that a pot joke?"

"No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha."

"And why is that?""

"Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial."

"I'm sorry?"

Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper.

Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty.

Back to the moment.

"Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision.

"So what do I do?"

"Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt."

I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in.

"Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him."

"Nope. He just has a nice dick."

Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko.

I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank.

What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last.

She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me.

I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach.

"You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head.

"I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes."

"Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth.

I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit.

She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again.

And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned.

She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand.

She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy.

I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me.

But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars.

"Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said.

She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love.

So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off.

"Did you just take a selfie?" I said.

"Yep. Gotta get the points." She said.

"I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram.

"So June, could you send me that?"

"Nope."

"Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her.

"Towel?" I said.

She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk.

"Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points."

And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far.

Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life.

One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true.

I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty.

I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors.

You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack.

So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened.

It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang.

It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one.

So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing.

The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere.

No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control.

I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

"Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?"

It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing.

"You can help me by getting out of my way."

"What?"

"'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid."

"Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way

She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag.

"I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy."

"Why is that?"

She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to."

She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again.

"This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said.

"Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat."

Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated.

"Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head."

She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers.

"I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said.

"It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said.

"It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect."

"Perfect for what?" I asked.

"This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it.

"Is this a shot list?"

"Of course. You can't direct without one."

"And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?"

"Of course."

"Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked.

"Me. I am the star of all my works."

"And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?"

"Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So… are you up for it?"

I started pulling off my pants.

She put a hand on my chest.

"Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up."

You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding.

"I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said.

"I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-"

"You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch.

"More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?"

"Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot."

"So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder.

"Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious."

She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here.

"Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films."

She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement.

"But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker."

My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit.

"Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said.

She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt."

I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders.

"I don't have a script."

"We'll improvise."

She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her.

Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will

by CBSummers, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

PART TWO – October 6, 1992

Normally

She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen… Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”

Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead’s soft little hand.

Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she’s an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi’s hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi,

Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “nd, finally, mein beste freunden,

Helga

I don’t know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.”

I

I’d

After

The

Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda,

I

Muschi’s paper

The

But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein.

After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name’s not really Helga Boobenschtein.”

“Ach du lieber! I’m shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”

She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”

I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don’t look German!”

“No…

“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I’m not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”

Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That’s too perfect!”

“My grandpa’s from Austria, and my grandma from my mother’s side is Bavarian.”

“Oh my god. What

I

“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”

I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That’s what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”

She blushed. “I’m sorry about the girls. They’re a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi… her real name is Barbara. She’s a lesbian.”

“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”

Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I’m not into it, but she just wont give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn’t you?”

Based on a post by Baztrachian, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Shauna was up just before Kelsey was done in the shower and she went about making breakfast. Jim was his usual chipper self when the three of them sat down for their morning repast.

The conversation was pretty light and they talked about their plans for the New Year.

Jim and Shauna had ideas about finishing out the remaining two bedrooms on the house. And then the conversation turned to Kelsey.

“What are your plans, sweetheart?” asked Jim.

Kelsey looked at him and tried to reconcile this version of Jim with the one who was fucking her and her mom.

“I guess to find a job and find a place of my own.”

Jim nodded. “Very sensible plan.”

That evening the trio watched a classical music presentation about the New Year in Vienna. The music wasn’t exactly to Kelsey’s liking but it was beautiful and so were the scenes from around Vienna. She had no fantasies about ever visiting the place but it was nice all the same.

When the show ended Kelsey picked up and took a few things out to the kitchen. When she came back Shauna was already gone and she could see that she was supposed to go to bed with Jim.

“I think I’ll sit up for a while.” she said to him.

“No, I think we need to talk. Come with me.” he instructed.

He led her to his bedroom and shut the door.

“You don’t like it here?” he asked.

“Wait, no, why would you say that?” she asked.

“You said you want to leave. You know, get a job and get your own place. Don’t you like it here?”

“It’s not like that.” she protested.

“Then tell me what it’s like.”

She sat down on the bed. “The last week or so has been pretty confusing I guess.”

“Okay, so I get that. So your plan is to leave and get away from the confusion?”

She looked at her feet. “I guess.”

“What are you afraid of here? What’s wrong with staying on?” he asked.

“If I stay, you’re gonna make me pregnant and then I’ll have to stay.”

“Would that be so bad? Your mom likes it. Don’t you want to give it a try?”

She looked up at him with amazement, “A baby isn’t something you just try, it’s forever. I mean if I have a baby with you then it would never make sense to leave. I’d be taking the baby away from you and living who knows where and trying to make it. And it’s not anything I can undo.”

“What if you were pregnant right now? What would you do?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I guess I’d have to stay, I mean there’d be no choice.”

“I told you that I love you.” he reminded her.

“I know.”

“How do you feel about me?”

She looked at him. “I’m not sure. I mean I know I like you and everything but I’m not sure, past that. This has all been kind of fast and kind of weird, too. I mean you’re my mother’s boyfriend and now you’re kind of mine, too.”

“And if you got pregnant you’d stay and sort out your feelings, right?”

She quickly shook her head, “Yeah, I guess I’d have to, but I’m just not ready for that.”

For Jim she’d told him what he needed to know. It was what he wanted to hear, really.

He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his boxers.

“Jim, I, uh, this isn’t a good idea.” said a flabbergasted Kelsey as she looked at Jim. The bedroom light was on and she was getting to see him in the light for the first time. She was suddenly keenly aware of how big he was.

He took hold of his long cock and shook it at her. “What you need is to have this make up your mind for you.”

He reached down and took her hand and stood her up. “Take it off. I want to get a good look at you.”

“Jim,” she protested.

He reached for the buttons on her nightshirt and started undoing them. She did nothing to stop him because at this point she knew there’d be no stopping him anyway. He pushed the flannel garment off her shoulders and gave her tits a nice palming. Then he pushed her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them on her own.

“Bed.” he said as he pointed at it.

“Please,” she whispered as she got into the bed. He moved around to the other side.

“Are you going to turn the light off?” she asked.

“No.” he replied, getting into the bed next to her.

She lay on her back and held her arms to her chest when he pulled the blankets away.

His hand went to her flat belly. “So you’re afraid of me planting a baby in here, huh?”

She felt her heart thumping in her chest as she replied. “Yes.”

“Why is this so scary to you when we’ve already been doing this a few times?”

She swallowed. “It’s different when you mean to make a baby.”

He gave a modest laugh as his hand rubbed her belly and wandered up to her tits. “Kelsey, I’ve been meaning to make a baby in you every time I been with you.”

Her eyes went wide for a moment. Realization hit her. “My mom wants me pregnant?”

He nodded, “Yep, right from the start.”

He moved onto her body and she didn’t argue when his legs went between her own.

Jim looked down at her and he liked what he saw.

Kelsey looked up at him and some things started to make sense to her. He always fucked her like he had a purpose and now she understood it. It wasn’t enough for Jim to fuck a woman, he wanted to make her pregnant too.

Kelsey was disturbed by this revelation but a big part of her was aroused by it.

A man wanted to have a baby with her. This man.

His cock rubbed between her nether lips and she willingly spread her legs for him.

Jim looked into Kelsey’s eyes as his cock started to move into her. She took in a sharp breath and then wrapped her arms around his neck.

He rose up and looked down between them. She looked too. In the light she saw the fullness of his cock slowly pumping in and out of her body.

Her eyes went back to his and he kissed her.

“Tell me you love me.” he said to her.

“I love you.” she said. Her fingers ruffling through his hair.

He kissed her again as his cock went deep. She tensed and then relaxed when he pulled back.

“Tell me you want my baby.”

The tingle of orgasm was starting in her belly.

“I want your baby.” she breathlessly replied.

His lovemaking became fucking and it triggered her euphoria. He kept it going for what felt like an eternity and when her pleasure finally ebbed she didn’t care when he stabbed deep into her pussy and started cumming.

They fell asleep with the light on. Kelsey lay on her back and Jim lay next to her. One of his legs across hers. His hand on her belly.

Sometime during the night Jim woke up and got up to turn off the light. Getting back into the bed he felt Kelsey’s soft, naked body and he firmed up.

“Huh?” she said as he moved onto her.

His cock easily slid into her moist pussy and she simply said, “Oh.”

It was a quick fuck and she felt warm and satisfied when he was done.

New Year’s Day arrived with more snow. The breakfast conversations were pleasant and Jim, as always, was congenial and happy.

Jim went off to help a neighbor with a weather related problem and that left Kelsey and Shauna alone for a while.

Shauna spoke first. “I see you and Jim sorted things out. You both seem pretty happy today.”

Kelsey’s eyebrows went up for a moment. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

Shauna leaned into it, “How about a little girl talk and you tell me about it?”

Kelsey looked at her mom, “So Jim told me you wanted me pregnant right from the start.”

“It’s true.”

“Why?”

“Because, sweetie, you had this empty life in California and I missed you and wanted you to be home again. I also thought you needed a good man and a baby and Jim’s the best man I can think of.”

Kelsey laughed. “Momma, you never heard of dating apps? I mean I could have found a man on my own you know.”

Shauna shook her head, “No baby, what you found weren’t men. A real man is a different thing from what you had in California. And don’t tell me you don’t like the difference because I heard you last night and you were definitely not complaining, were you.”

“No.” replied Kelsey. “And I can’t believe I’m having this discussion with you!”

“Yeah, it is a little crazy. A little bit.” Shauna agreed. “But we share the same man so who else are we going to talk to about him?”

“I guess so.” said Kelsey.

When Jim got back from the neighbor’s place the clock was heading towards four and the sun was starting to dim.

The two women were dressed in their night time outfits already with warm robes and slippers on. Jim saw Kelsey all cozy and cuddly and he decided to ask her to give him a hand in the bedroom.

Shauna smiled when Jim winked at her while Kelsey led the way.

A few minutes later Kelsey was on her back with Jim fucking her for everything he was worth.

Shauna heard them from the living room and she turned down the TV. She got up and went to the bedroom door and found it was open a crack. Pushing it open a tad more she saw Kelsey’s bare feet up in the air and Jim’s big frame pounding away between her legs.

Over the next few weeks, the line in Jim’s personality started to blur, just a bit.

Where he usually reserved his sexual side for the bedroom there were more than a few days when he came home from work, took Kelsey by the hand, and almost dragged her off for a fuck.

One day he came home and found Kelsey fresh out of the shower. She was in the kitchen wearing just her fuzzy bathrobe when Jim came in and saw her. He’d been thinking about her all day. In a few minutes she was sitting naked on the island counter with Jim fucking her.

Shauna came into the kitchen and said, “Excuse me.” as she reached for the coffee pot. Jim grunted at her and Kelsey just made a noise.

Sitting down at the kitchen table Shauna watched the show.

She saw how Jim would drive deep with Kelsey, just like he did with Shauna. Except with Kelsey, it was a bit more uncomfortable. Shauna knew this would change after Kelsey had a baby.

The couple fucked to their completion and Shauna was treated to seeing Jim’s cock and balls contract as they worked to fill Kelsey with cum.

A couple minutes later Shauna didn’t say a word as the naked couple walked past her to get cleaned up for dinner.

After dinner Jim excused himself to do something with his truck and just as soon as the door closed Kelsey turned to Shauna.

“I can’t believe you watched us!”

Shauna laughed. “It’s my kitchen you know. I do live here.”

Kelsey just shook her head. She knew the argument wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” said Shauna.

“Momma!”

“No, admit it baby girl, you’re all growed up and you like getting dicked.”

“Jeez, Momma. That’s so crude.”

Shauna was having fun! “Crude is getting fucked in the kitchen. Worse is not admitting that you like it!”

“Okay, you win, I like it.” said Kelsey, “How’s that?”

“That’s fine. Just fine.” said Shauna as Jim came back in and the conversation ended.

Kelsey wasn’t too surprised when Shauna wanted to sleep with Jim for a few nights. After seeing the show Jim and Kelsey put on Shauna decided she needed some of that for herself.

Kelsey, of course, had to try to sleep with the sounds of fucking coming from the other room.

Given her ‘time off’ that she ended up having, she did give some thought to Jim’s sizable appetite for sex. Grabbing her phone one day she did some reading and research on the web and discovered that Jim wasn’t all that unusual in his desire for sex. But in all that reading she also discovered she had an increased desire for sex.

It was ironic, she thought, that frequent sex made her want frequent sex. She’d never felt this way with her ex-boyfriend. With him sex was something that Kelsey would sometimes enjoy but mostly tolerate. With Jim it was always serious animal fucking and he made clear that he wanted to see a baby in Kelsey’s belly.

And Shauna had Jim to herself for most of the week.

When Friday rolled around Jim announced that he had to go help at another store for the weekend. They needed help with replacing some old storage racks and Jim was the resident expert at such things. Besides, he wanted the overtime pay.

Kelsey and Shauna had what passed for a pretty normal weekend. They got the household chores caught up, even the laundry, and they managed to have a few pleasant conversations too.

Monday night when Jim got home there were the expected kisses and greetings and a few catch-me-ups on what had gone on around the house. After dinner was over the threesome changed into their comfy outfits for the evening and retired to the living room.

Shauna was in her usual outfit of pajamas, slippers, and a robe. Jim went for a t-shirt and shorts and oddly fuzzy slippers.

Kelsey showed up wearing her button down flannel nightshirt. And just that.

She sat down on the couch opposite of Shauna and pulled her feet up. The angle gave Jim a faint view of her uncovered pussy. The fact that her pussy was bare stirred him up.

Shauna had chosen a romance-comedy movie for the night. It wasn’t risqué, just romantic and funny. But about halfway through the movie Jim decided not to wait any longer.

Getting up from his recliner he walked over to the couch and dropped his shorts. His cock stuck out obscenely and Shauna giggled at the sight.

“Excuse us.” he said to Shauna as he knelt down in front of Kelsey.

Kelsey knew she’d been playing with fire but still she didn’t quite understand exactly what Jim had in mind. She was wondering if he was going to pick her up and take her to bed but then he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. He pushed her nightshirt up to her belly exposing everything below her waist.

Now he pushed her legs apart and then pushed her knees back at her chest.

“Oh.” she remarked as she suddenly understood the geometry.

Shauna licked her lips as she saw Jim place his cock at Kelsey’s pussy. Kelsey glanced over at her mother and knew her mom was enjoying this. This fact didn’t bother Kelsey.

Jim pushed and prodded his cock at Kelsey a couple times and then pulled back and sat on his knees. Pressing a thumb between her pussy lips he worked up her wetness and got turned on watching Kelsey writhe with her arousal.

Now he got himself into position again and swabbed his cock into her wetness. Looking down he saw the spongy head glistening and then he pushed it into her.

Kelsey had been holding her breath and now she exhaled as she felt Jim’s cock start to enter her. It had been a week since she’d last felt this and she needed it.

Jim wanted her too. In a few strokes he had his cock buried into Kelsey. She twitched when he went deep and pushed against her womb. He liked it. So did she. Her hands were on his hips and they were pulling at him, even when he went deep.

Shauna watched as her man slow fucked her daughter. 'This is so perverted’ she thought to herself. And then she giggled because she didn’t care.

Kelsey heard her mom giggle and was about to have a thought when Jim plowed his cock deep into her and ground it against her insides.

“Ow!” she quietly cried out. All while hanging on to Jim’s hips.

The way her head was propped against the couch and with her knees tucked up was a bit uncomfortable but the sex was so good that she let it go. She looked around and saw her mom watching the show and when she looked up at Jim she saw his serious face.

He slow fucked her for as long as he could and then Kelsey felt his pace pick up. He was getting closer.

Shauna saw it too and she moved from her seat.

Jim was captivated with fucking Kelsey when he felt his balls get cupped by a hand. He looked and saw Shauna kneeling next to him.

Shauna’s fingers lightly brushed his balls and it felt good to her. She could feel them churning and she felt the moisture from Kelsey’s pussy on them. One of her fingers explored Jim’s shaft and then she touched Kelsey’s pussy lips where that shaft entered her.

She probed around Kelsey’s pussy and found what she was looking for.

Kelsey made an almost mournful sound when she felt her clit being manipulated. Jim was fucking her and she had no idea how he was making this happen. It was just magical to her. The stimulation increased and suddenly Kelsey seized up in a paroxysm of sexual energy.

Jim tried to hold it together as Shauna brought Kelsey to her peak. Kelsey’s pussy utterly throbbed with convulsions and he did his best to prolong it for her.

And then he felt Shauna cup his balls again. She gently pulled on them as he fucked Kelsey and then she’d run the tips of her fingernails on them.

“Gah! Fuck!” he yelled as his cum started to spurt into Kelsey! Shauna kept pulling on his balls causing him to erupt the most powerful orgasm he could ever remember! He fired another time and thought he was going to be done when Shauna started a milking motion. He couldn’t help but to keep fucking Kelsey while his body emptied itself into hers.

“Jesus, stop, ” he finally said to Shauna. She milked him some more and it actually hurt when he came again.

Only when he pulled away from Kelsey did Shauna let go of his balls.

Jim’s insides were sore. He’d never experienced such a thing before.

Kelsey was sore, too. Jim’s massive orgasms had caused him to plow painfully deep into her and it almost felt like someone had kicked her in the crotch. But it felt good.

Shauna stood up and went back to her seat.

Kelsey sat up and heard Jim’s cum hitting the carpet. It was dripping from her pussy and she didn’t care.

Looking at Shauna she said, “Mom, what in the actual fuck was that?”

The next day was a relatively quiet day in the house.

Breakfast was consumed, chores were done, lunchtime chatter took place, and all the while the subject of the previous night was studiously avoided.

That evening at bedtime Jim suggested that Shauna and Kelsey sleep together in the main bedroom and Jim would take the spare bedroom. “I gotta get some sleep.” he said and neither of the women argued with him about it.

The next morning Jim was gone before the ladies even stirred. They’d all had their first uninterrupted sleep in some time and they wer

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Kelsey had been doing pretty good after graduating from junior college. She’d landed a decent job with a promising California company two years prior and she’d been dating a coworker and that was looking good too. The tall and slim redhead fit in well with the Silicon Valley fashion scene and she rather enjoyed being able to pull off some of the more interesting styles. Back at home she was just called ‘skinny’.

Then the state government made some arbitrary environmental rules about some random thing and the next thing she knew her potential boyfriend was gone and she was out of a job. The possibilities of another job were remote as every firm in her field of expertise was either in retreat or facing bankruptcy.

The paltry savings she had didn’t last long, and all too soon she had to give her car back to the bank, vacate her apartment, and then catch a bus to her mother’s new place in Newton County, Arkansas. As the long ride home took days, Kelsey had too much time to lament her current state. The seat which seemed tolerable for the first few hours, proved intolerable for the first long night. She had to transfer busses in LA. Five hours later, her next bus departed for along journey thru Arizona, then New Mexico and the Rio Grande region. She finally quit trying to sleep. It took four hours waiting in the Dallas station, from 3am to 7am, before she could board her 3rd bus; to travel thru Oklahoma. By the time she transferred to her 4th bus, in Tulsa, she was a complete zombie and every joint in her body was in pain. 54 arduous hours after leaving Silicon Valley, she was dumped off in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Her mother’s warm hug greeted her. As the two women loaded Kelsey’s bags into the truck bed, an onlooker might not recognize which of the two women was younger looking.

Shauna was in her forties, but healthy living and environment kept her complexion and body quite youthful. The mother’s peaceful countenance was therapeutic to a young Kelsey, whose anxieties were raging.

Newton County is in the Ozarks and actual towns are not really a thing there. “Root Hollow” was the unofficial name of the place where her mom, Shauna, landed after her divorce from Kelsey’s father. It wasn’t far from what was called the Ozark Grand Canyon so it was definitely beautiful even though few people lived there.

When Kelsey finally made it to Shauna’s place, she walked up the steps and was greeted by a big man who was sitting on the porch.

“Howdy, you must be Kelsey! I’m Jim!” he said as he stood up and went towards her.

Kelsey figured this was her mom’s boyfriend she’d heard about.

“Hi!” she smiled and held out her hand.

The big man smiled and gathered her up in a bear hug. “Your momma told me you’d be along. She didn’t tell me how pretty you were, though.”

He said this in all sincerity and Kelsey didn’t mind. Kelsey felt anything but ‘pretty’.

Jim helped her get her two bags into a spare bedroom and then he got Kelsey a tall glass of iced tea. Sweet tea, really.

They sat and chatted for a couple hours and Kelsey got to hear all about how Jim and Shauna met at the Kroger grocery store where Jim supervised the warehouse. He was gregarious and friendly and Kelsey saw what her mother liked about him. He was the polar opposite of Kelsey’s stern, disciplinarian father.

Shauna got up after she finished her version of the relationship. Kelsey was still quiet, but the ibuprofen was helping her joints recover from the 54 hour bus ride.

Jim added the facts that he would have added to Shauna’s narrative, then he explained the male rationale for the actions Shauna found humorous in the early days of their romance.

Then Shauna announced that dinner was made. The evening conversation was incredibly pleasant and Kelsey saw even more of what her mother liked about Jim.

After the evening was over, the couple retreated to their bedroom and Kelsey retreated to hers. The cool early fall air wafted in through the bedroom window guaranteeing Kelsey a comfortable sleep.

During the night she heard a rhythmic sound and it woke her up. She also heard her mother’s whispered voice. Between the thin walls and the dead quiet of the night Kelsey realized that her mother was getting fucked by Jim.

Even though she understood that her mother had moved on from an unhappy marriage it was still significant to her that Shauna was fucking someone other than Kelsey’s father. And from the sound of it, Shauna was enjoying herself. After some time Kelsey could hear the two lovers reach their peak and then it was quiet again.

Jim was up and out the door for work well before sunrise.

In the morning, Kelsey and Shauna were making small talk over breakfast when Kelsey decided to 'go there’.

“I heard you and Jim last night.” she said to her mom.

“I suppose you did.”

“Are you happy with him?” asked Kelsey.

“I am. He’s a good man and he’s good for me. He’s also a hell of a lot better in bed than your father ever was.”

“Momma!” said a shocked Kelsey.

Shauna laughed, “I didn’t become a nun after your father and me broke up. But I will say your father was pretty cold and there were times he made me wish I’d been a nun.”

“Are you going to marry him?”

Shauna sipped her coffee. “I don’t know. It’s not a big priority really. I mean I been married, right? Now, maybe I want to not be married.”

Shauna put the coffee down. “We might even try for a baby.”

“Wow.” was all the response Kelsey could muster.

Kelsey considered that she’d been born to her mother at an early age so her mother’s baby years weren’t past her yet. And Jim was a couple or a few years younger than Shauna. It was a possibility.

She decided she liked the idea of having a sibling. Even one twenty-two years younger than herself.

That night when everyone had gone to bed Kelsey found herself thinking about Shauna and Jim in the next room. She was just starting to feel herself slipping off into a slumber when she heard activity from the next bedroom.

When the rhythmic sound started up she imagined Jim fucking her mother and mating with her. He was trying to get Shauna pregnant. Somehow that was arousing to Kelsey and she absently fingered her pussy as the tempo from the next room increased.

“Guh!” she heard Jim growl and she knew he was cumming in Shauna.

The next day saw Shauna going to the Kroger to apply for a job. She’d hitched a ride with a neighbor and figured on riding back with Jim.

Things were getting hard even for Kroger’s and Kelsey was told they’d keep her application on file in case something opened up.

On the way home Jim tried to cheer her up and Kelsey caught herself looking in the direction of the man’s crotch as he talked and drove. She wondered at the fact that his cock had been inside of her mother. She imagined it stroking in and out, and then spurting seed into Shauna’s womb.

“Hey, you awake?” asked Jim, stirring her from her reverie.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, just lost in thought.”

He patted her back, “I understand. But don’t worry, you’ll find something to do soon enough, I’m sure.”

Except she didn’t. The economy was in a slide and tourism was off and that was the main money maker in Newton County. In short, no one was hiring.

Over the next couple months Kelsey kept looking for work and along the way she did the occasional odd job like cleaning for someone or helping at a local egg farm. It wasn’t big money but it was enough to keep her wallet from going empty.

Also over the next couple months Kelsey found herself listening to Jim and Shauna almost every night. She’d masturbate along with the sounds from the next room and then try to keep quiet when she’d orgasm. One night in November she failed to do that and the sudden silence in the room next door told her she’d been caught.

The next morning Jim was gone and she and her mom sat to chat.

“We heard you last night.” said her mom.

“Aw, shit, ” replied Kelsey.

“No, it’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. We both understand. You’re young, you need a man, and Root Hollow ain’t exactly the best place to meet anyone.”

There was a brief silence to digest the sizable facts that were now out in the open.

“You’re embarrassed.” said her mom.

“No, I’m, I’m, sorry.” Kelsey just couldn’t find any other words.

“Well, me and Jim we talked and if you ever want to give him a go then we’d both be okay with it.”

“Momma! But he’s your boyfriend!”

Her mom smiled, “Yeah, but he ain’t my husband and that kind of makes it okay. Or maybe not so bad. One of those for sure.”

Shauna stood up, “Well, I got things to do. You think about what I said and if it ever comes up then that’s fine. If it doesn’t then that’s fine too. Either way we’ll leave this here at the table, okay?”

“Yes, ma'am.” replied Kelsey.

Of course, this changed nothing at night when Kelsey would have to hear her mother getting fucked in the next room. Kelsey masturbated sometimes but the satisfaction started to feel empty.

Not long before Christmas Shauna announced that Kelsey was going to have a baby brother or baby sister.

Kelsey saw Jim looking at her while he hugged Shauna. His smile was understated and she could sense his thoughts.

Christmas Eve was when Kelsey’s family had always opened presents and so after dinner that night the trio gathered around their modest tree. Kelsey gave presents to Jim and to Shauna. Jim gave presents to Shauna and Kelsey.

Shauna however said that her present to both of them would come later.

When it was time for bed the trio went their different directions.

But about fifteen minutes after Kelsey got to bed she woke up with her mom gently shaking her shoulder.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I want to sleep in here tonight.” said Shauna.

Kelsey sat up a bit, “In here? With me? This isn’t that big a bed, momma.”

Shauna shook her head, “No, Just me.”

Kelsey was still half asleep and not grasping the idea. “Then where do I sleep?”

Shauna smiled, “With Jim. He’s waiting for you. I’m giving him to you and I gave you to him.”

“Holy shit, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Shauna stood up and took off her robe. She was naked under the robe, which was how she would sleep with Jim most nights.

“You can use my robe if you want.”

“What?” asked Kelsey.

“Get naked, put the robe on, and go in there. You know you need it. And Jim is a good man and he’ll treat you right. Beats the hell out of lying in here all the time and rubbing it out like you do.”

“Momma!”

“Don’t 'momma’ me, go on. Git.”

Shauna pulled back the blankets and had Kelsey stand up. Kelsey had serious misgivings but at the same time she also wanted to get laid. She’d been thinking about sex with Jim so much that she found herself somewhat smitten with the older man. It was wrong in so many ways, but at the same time Jim was the only man around. There weren’t a lot of other options for Kelsey, if she wanted to enjoy some masculine attention.

Still, it took some cajoling for Shauna to get Kelsey out of her pajamas and into the robe. Then she ushered Kelsey to the bedroom door.

“Go.” she said, pushing Kelsey out the door and shutting it.

Kelsey was alone in the hallway. The two bedroom doors were closed. She thought about what her mother was offering to her and a cavalcade of worries and desires ran rampant in her brain.

Going out to the kitchen she pulled down the bottle of bourbon and poured herself a shot. Not a lot, just a shot to settle her nerves. That was her rational reasoning, But truly, she knew the liquor would loosen up her inhibitions and allow her to accept her mother’s selfless gift.

Sitting down on the couch she sipped at the bourbon while scenarios of pleasure and consequence ran through her head. She wasn’t worried about her relationship with Shauna, because this was just like Shauna, to have a wildly pragmatic solution to a touchy problem.

Kelsey wondered what the immediate future would be like if she went through with this. The shot of bourbon tipped up and emptied into her mouth on that thought. She swirled it around and let it burn her mouth before she swallowed. It felt good.

She got up and put the shot glass on the kitchen counter. Standing there for a while she considered sleeping on the couch.

“Fuck it.” she finally whispered.

Walking to the hallway she opened the other bedroom door and let herself into the dark room. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon the bed, where her mother had drawn the covers back. She could hear the sound of someone snoozing. She eased out of the robe, neatly folded it, and put it on the dresser. Her naked body tingled from the coolness of the winter night. Her nipples stiffened and extended.

And then she got into the bed opposite of Jim, with her body facing the nightstand.

A moment later, his breathing softened and she felt the bed move as he rolled to face her. His big arm wrapped around her and pulled her close.

“I figured you’d come back to bed.” he whispered. His hand moved to Kelsey’s tight belly and she felt him pause.

“Kelsey?”

“Yeah.” she replied.

“Well now.” he said. “When Shauna came up with this idea I didn’t expect you’d go along with it.”

“I wasn’t sure.” she said.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed. Been wanting for you in this bed for a while now. Kinda hard seeing you in this house all the time, looking so nice and tempting.”

Kelsey had never heard Jim speak like this before. She felt his cock firming up against her back as he held her close.

“This ain’t your first time, is it?”

“No.” she admitted.

“Good.” he said as he pulled her onto her back. “Then you know how things work.” She was on her back and he was on his side to her. Her thigh was tucked between his legs and she felt his warm cock twitching.

She found herself looking up at his face as he looked down at hers. He kissed her forehead before kissing her on each cheek. His hand wandered over her belly and she caught her breath as he explored her modest tits.

And then he kissed her.

Maybe it was the bourbon, but she kissed him back. She felt him start to move with her and the hand that had been on her tits moved down between her legs. He nudged her legs apart and sought her crevice.

His middle finger found her folds and then quickly slipped inside to get her warmed up. She’d done this to herself so many times that she immediately responded to him.

She heard herself make a pleasured sound. It seemed so far away.

One of his legs got further between hers. He kissed her again and then moved down to kiss her long, graceful neck.

It was all moving so fast!

“Slow down.” she whispered.

“Sure.” he said, and then fumbled with her legs and at the same time he moved between them. He kissed her neck as he laid his chest down gently on just her tits.

She felt his cock touch her pussy.

“Touch it.” he whispered to her.

“No, ” she shook her head, “I’m not, ”

“Touch it.” he said more insistently, lifting himself up as he said this.

She reached her delicate hand down between them and lightly touched it. It was warm and it bounced a little. She tried to fight off the urge and then fully grasped it. It was long but not too thick. It was longer than her boyfriend’s cock was, that was for sure.

'I’m with a man’ she thought to herself.

Jim moved to press his cock towards Kelsey’s pussy.

“Please, I’m not sure.” she whispered.

She felt him relax and she pulled her hand away from his shaft. He adjusted her arms so they were above his elbows. Her hands naturally moved to his shoulders and she felt his strength. He was solid. She could feel some scars. She knew Jim wasn’t any city boy who spent an hour in the gym every day. No, Jim got this way from a lifetime of hard work. She realized that he was a totally different breed of male from what she was accustomed to.

His groin moved against hers.

“Please.” she asked again.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“Yes.” she said this with an air of relief.

“Gimme a kiss and we’ll take care of those second thoughts for you.”

She obliged and kissed him. His tongue tangled with her own and she was lost in the sensation as she felt his lower body move against her own.

“Hmm!” was her stifled protest as the head of his cock parted her pussy lips and plowed her furrow.

Her legs tensed and in an ages-old feminine mistake she tried to use the soles of her feet to push him away. Instead the flower of her pussy opened up and welcomed him in.

She felt her arousal coming up as he steadily thrust into her body. She’d been holding back but now the feeling of his cock starting to penetrate her pussy, was triggering her animal instincts.

He broke their kiss.

“Jim, oh,” she said as he thrust more of his cock into her,

“Oh my, ” he thrust a little deeper,

“should stop,”

He moved his knees up a bit, and the new position let him slip all the way into her.

“Oh, my God this feels so good!” she said out loud, as he started to fuck her.

Kelsey was still well aware of her second thoughts and misgivings but for the first time in a long time she had a cock in her body and she was getting what she needed.

Jim fucked her, nice and deep, and in a steady rhythm, just like he did with her mother. She felt his cock rub the top of her wet canal, and awaken her carnal desires. Jim was a real man. Not a West Coast metrosexual. His body celebrated masculinity rather than apologize for its toxicity.

Kelsey imagined all those nights her mother had been in this same position with that same cock buried in her pussy, pumping away and pleasuring her.

She was unaware that her legs were now spread wide and her raised up like a goalpost. She felt Jim’s heavy balls bouncing against her upturned ass as he fucked her. She imagined herself with the big man between her legs, fucking her. It seemed sexier to think of him fucking her instead of making love. Her body was celebrating, even if her mind was still confused.

Kelsey imagined Shauna feeling his cock plowing in and out of her, trying to