Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey.

by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance.

I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn’t want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there.

When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn.

I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone’s rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow.

We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension with both Cassie and Tayla. Tayla was much more reserved than Cassie, but she started to come out of her shell and become a bit more flirtatious. Rather than get jealous of each other as they vied for my attention, they seemed to egg each other on with suggestive conversation that was slowly becoming more sexual in nature.

Then, Cassie broke up with her boyfriend. She was upset and crying with Tayla and I trying to reassure her broken ego. We rallied around her and supported her by having a boozy night out where we all got totally wasted on drugs and alcohol. Just as we rolled into the apartment at about 3am, Cassie unsteadily checked her phone to see that her ex-boyfriend had posted pictures on social media of him being affectionate with another girl at a party, and there were ample shots of them making out. Cassie was angry at him for moving on so quickly, but rather than dwell on it, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into her room. She threw herself at me and we were making out for what seemed an eternity.

Cassie pushed me down onto the bed with a lustful look on her face as she bit her lower lip. Throwing her phone onto the pillows, she declared that she was ready to move on as her hands went straight to my zipper and freed my hard cock. It bounced to attention, with MDMA coursing through me, it stood the likelihood of lasting all night. She took it into her mouth and sucked, licked and spat all over my now deeply engorged manhood. She then stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving it to fall away to the floor. I was surprised to see she was not wearing any underwear, so I let my eyes drink in her beauty. She told me that she was going to fuck me, but that we were still just friends, and that she was going to get back at her ex. I was totally fine with that.

She crawled onto the bed, positioned just above me. Cassie’s breasts dragged along my thighs, then my cock slipped between them as she kissed her way up my torso, until she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her pussy was now pressing my cock against my belly and she ground her wetness up and down the length, just stopping short of the point where her pussy rode high enough to free my cock and have it bounce back to the right height to slip into her pussy. She was so slippery, and I could feel it dripping over my cock as we made out, and it was getting harder and faster as her clit was pushed hard against my cock head. She came hard as she quivered, screamed and slumped her body down onto mine. She stayed there for a while as her body shuddered as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Cassie then started to kiss her way back down my body until she took my cock back into her mouth. She was not as rushed as she was before, so she took her time bringing me to the edge with a sloppy blowjob and a firm fist pushing down my shaft, pulling the skin tight over my cock. Just as I could feel my own orgasm building she pulled away and rolled onto her back beside me. She loved the missionary position, I remembered from when we used to date. I stood up from the bed to look upon her.

I was taken aback by Cassie’s beauty, her dark auburn hair with red streaks was fanned out above her on the bed, her blue eyes were intent on looking at me up and down. She said how she missed my cock as she pulled her knees upward to her breasts and then spread them outwards, fully exposing her soaked pussy. One hand held a knee as the other slipped down to her pussy and used two fingers to part her labia to reveal a sweet pink quim. I knelt down on the bed, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she begged me to fuck her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, she knew that that look drove me crazy.

Just as I was about to enter Cassie, she surprised me by grabbing her phone. I couldn’t believe that she could do that, until she grabbed my dick with her other hand and said she wanted to film herself having sex. She quickly started the recording and directed the camera towards her pussy. Her hand then guided me into her pussy, and from that point onwards I didn’t care about the camera as I pushed deep into Cassie’s beautiful pussy. I then built a slow, hard rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her face flush as she was again consumed with lust.

We fucked like that for ages, until Cassie again came, convulsing beneath me. This raw sexual response was all it took to send me over the edge. As I said that I was going to cum, Cassie brought the phone up to look down between us. I straightened up to give the camera a good view of my cock slipping out of her pussy, and then spurting my cum over her body. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my sperm flew up splattering her throat with my first jet. The second and third spurt landed squarely on her tits, coating them in creamy juice. Then the last several throbs soaked her taut belly and her mons pubis. She recorded it all, and then filmed herself scraping cum from her tummy and bringing her fingers to her mouth to seductively clean them.

She then sat up and was intent on her phone for a few seconds. She smiled and said her ex would enjoy that as she lay back to relax in the after glow. I slumped down beside her and we laughed. I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at her cum covered body. The thick cum was slowly sliding down from her nipples into the gap between her breasts, and down the outside towards her armpits. Her belly cum was pooling in her belly button and also slipping to her hips. The cum on her mons was sliding down her pussy. I loved the look of cum on a womans body, it was making me hard again. She then handed me her phone and told me to record part two.

I started the recording as she swung her leg over me to mount me in the cowboy position. She hovered her pussy over my manhood, and slowly lowered herself downwards. I filmed her pussy parting to take in my cock, and her wild thrusts as she quickly built towards another orgasm. I spent an equal amount of time filming her pussy riding my dick, and her upper body gyrating whilst the cum on her slid down her body. This was an immense turn-on for me, and I felt a huge orgasm building that started deep in my gut. It built pressure as it was nearing, making my cock turn a deep purple to match her swollen pussy.

When I came, Cassie pushed hard down onto my exploding cock. I filled her pussy with what seemed like gallons of cum, and filmed her taking it as her hands caressed her cum covered tits. When my orgasm finally subsided, I was still recording her when she took the phone to film down her body as she stood up. Cum was leaking from her pussy, dribbling down both of her legs in thick creamy rivulets. She was recording all of it, bringing the camera in for close-ups of her leaking pussy. I laughed as I commented about how sexy and messy she looked, and that the cum looked so hot.

She then knelt back on the bed, straddling me, and started to walk her knees up my body. She stopped when her pussy was hovering over my face and recorded the cum slipping from her pussy as she told me to eat her pussy. I lifted my face into her soaked pussy, it smelt thick with my salty cum, but strangely it felt so horny because I had never eaten out a cream pie before. Once my tongue slipped up into her pussy, it seemed to release even more cum from deep within her sloppy cunt. Its slick passage filled my mouth with my slippery thick cum, which seemed to keep coming as I kept lapping at her pussy. My cock was rock hard again as I indulged in this taboo act, made all the more delightful as her hand reached behind her to stroke it.

I was getting close to cumming again and she could feel my hardness throbbing as it neared. She then sprung up off the bed and knelt on the floor. I quickly stood up and brought my cock up to her face and the camera, as she recorded her lips taking me into her mouth. She was like a frenzied slut as she greedily licked and sucked me to my third orgasm. She was begging for it, telling me she wanted my cum, and that she loved the feel of it on her and inside her. I gripped my shaft at the base and pulled and groaned as my cock again came hard.

This time, Cassie’s mouth never let go of my cock. My cock was throbbing hard as my semen filled her mouth. It was then that I noticed that we hadn’t fully shut the door to Cassie’s room, and could see Tayla standing there watching, with her skirt pulled up and her hand had pulled her panties aside as she was rubbing her pussy. As my eyes made contact with hers, her body shuddered and she gasped as she was hit with an orgasm too. My eyes returned to Cassie as she pulled away from my cock. Her lips were still parted as my cock slid from her mouth, and the cum dripped down her chin before landing on her breasts. Cassie made a show of this, and moved her head so that the cum drips landed all over her tits. The phone hovered, capturing the whole sordid slutty routine.

Again, her attention went back to the phone as she sent her ex a dirty, slutty farewell. When I looked back at the doorway, Tayla was not there. I didn’t give it much thought as we both collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

And this is where my story starts…

by LoveThighHigh for Literotica.

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Her mother appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Tim."

Beth glanced at me, then held out her hand to her mother. "Look, Mom, Tim and I got engaged."

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Beth

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Beth's

She looked her mother straight in the eyes. "Either Tim's welcome here, or I'm not."

Her mother's tone was uncompromising. "Go with him, then, I don't care."

Beth was shaking as she turned to me. "Tim?"

"I'll work something out," I promised. "Do you need to fetch anything?"

She shook her head. "I already have everything important."

Beth turned back to her mother. "Call me if you change your mind. But you won't, will you, I know that from Grandad."

Her mother's face showed unmasked rage. "You, he, “

I

Beth came into my outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her tears soaking through my shirt. "I, oh god, Tim,”

She

"Let's

"I'll explain later, Mom," I offered. "But would you mind making up the spare room for Beth?"

"That's no problem."

We

She set steaming mugs in front of us and Beth sipped gratefully. "Where's Dad?" I queried.

"In the garden as usual, I'll get him."

She

"Oh, that's wonderful," Mom exclaimed. "Let me look."

She

Beth seemed to relax. "I'm sorry to impose on you, it'll only be for a little while before Tim and I go away."

My mother shook her head. "Whatever's happened, it'll be lovely to have you both until then."

She

"I'll get our stuff from the car," I offered. "Then I can do the washing."

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"It's

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Beth

Mom smiled as we sat down at the kitchen table, sliding heaped plates in front of us. "What do you think you might do today?"

I

"Of course," nodded Mom. "We'll leave you to it, you can come back across when you need anything."

We made short work of our breakfast & went through the garden path, then over the slope, to the summer house.

I

I

Beth

I silently blessed my sensible fiancée. "Exactly."

I

Beth's eyes widened. "You mean, “

She leaned closer to me, pillowing her head on my shoulder. "That would be beyond amazing."

She grinned. "Maybe we could even stretch to that hot tub."

I picked up her iPad. "Why don't we take a look what sort of thing is available down there?"

Beth chuckled. "Slow down a bit. What kind of place would you like? We might find we have quite different ideas."

I

Beth blinked in surprise. "That's so weird. That's exactly the sort of house I always wished I lived in."

She chuckled again. "Probably comes from reading so much Enid Blyton."

I let her take the tablet from my fingers. "Right – real estate agents."

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Suddenly Beth pointed at the next image, with a 'Just listed' logo. "Tim?"

I

Beth clicked through the photographs. "Look, there's the attic, and it has real chimneys, I love open fires."

She scribbled in her notebook, and passed it over. "Tim, do you want to give them a call? I'd rather you did it."

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"Ah,

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I flashed my eyebrows at Beth. "Could we see it?"

"Of

"That would be wonderful."

"Done, then." I heard a brief hesitation at the other end. "Have you already made your financial arrangements, may I ask?"

I squeezed Beth's hand as I replied. "Actually this would be a cash purchase."

A pause, then, "Of course, sir. That makes things much more straightforward if you decide to proceed. Til this afternoon, then."

I

She nodded. "How long will it take us to get there, do you think?"

"Only a couple of hours on the new toll road," I reassured her.

"Lunch on the way? There's a really good truck stop on the toll road."

An hour or so later we were in the car, Beth looking at the map. "It looks like the house has woods behind it," she said.

We passed the toll plaza on the other side of the motorway, and I glanced at Beth. "The truck stop will be soon."

"Goody, I'm definitely starting to feel like something to eat."

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I

She finished her piece and licked her fingers. "Put the straw in my milkshake for me?"

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We finished our lunch, and I waited while Beth went to the loo. "Okay?"

"Um Hmm."

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"I'm Beth, and this is Tim," Beth introduced us.

"Shall

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"We don't have anything like that in mind," Beth reassured. "Though we might want to change the color scheme."

Sarah nodded. "Shall I take you round the ground floor?"

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She continued to the end of the hall. "These doors lead out to the garden, of course."

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"Wow,"

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I nodded. "I'm impressed."

I turned to Sarah. "And the attic?"

She looked a little surprised. "Of course. The stairs lead up from the other end of the landing, please be careful."

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I

Beth nodded. "Let's go back down."

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Beth glanced at me, then shook her head. "Sarah, we don't need more time. This is exactly what we're looking for."

Sarah

I nodded. "Sarah, what would we need to do to secure it?"

Sarah

I glanced at Beth, getting a nod. "That's no problem. What percentage deposit, and how do we pay?"

Sarah took out her phone. "Let me call the office."

She

She smiled. "Yes, I know. Maybe New York is within reach, after all?."

She listened for a few more moments. "Okay, I'll put the client on."

Beth took the phone with a smile. "Hi. Yes, that's right."

Sarah

Beth handed the phone back to Sarah. "I hope you enjoy New York," she smiled, and Sarah looked slightly embarrassed, but nodded.

"Sarah,"

Again

She took out the keys, handing them to me with a smile. "I'll get going, then. Definitely I'll see you again, soon."

Beth

Beth turned to me, her face simultaneously delighted and disbelieving. "Did we really just buy a house?"

"Barring a whole lot of paperwork, basically yes," I grinned. "Come on, let's go back inside and see what we got."

I

"We can save it for that other special day," Beth hinted.

She wrapped her arms around me. "A whole empty house," she grinned. "What shall we do first?"

I

Beth chuckled. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

She looked around. "Well, we're already in the hall. What shall we take off here?"

"Easy," I glanced down. "Shoes."

I bent to untie my laces, pulling my shoes off and putting them by the door. "Now you."

Beth slipped off her low heels, putting them by mine. "Um, these tiles are nice and cool."

I looked down at her bare feet, neat toes. "Could you sit on the floor for a minute?"

"Sure," Beth nodded, sitting down and leaning with her back against the door.

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I carried on for a little while, then reluctantly put her feet down. "Shall we carry on exploring?"

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"So you have to take them off now," I pointed out.

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I moved one of the kitchen chairs and sat facing her. "Um, this has possibilities."

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I helped her put her feet back on the floor. "Ready for upstairs?"

We climbed the staircase, and Beth turned towards the master bedroom. "Not much to see in the others," she shrugged.

She sat down, leaning against the wall. "Come a little closer," she hinted.

I

She stretched out one leg, her toes brushing my hard tip. "Um, good, you've been leaking."

Carefully

"Um," Beth murmured. "Feels good to me too."

She

She put her now-wet fingers back on herself, moving them slowly. "I don't mind if you get there first."

She

I felt myself getting closer, and Beth obviously saw the same in my face. "Oh yes, love, go for it, come for me," she whispered.

I

I

She slipped out of my arms, getting to her feet. "One last surprise."

I

She pushed open the door. "No blankets or anything, but it's warm enough up here, isn't it."

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"True.

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"Well, we have some phone calls to make," I reminded her. "And we can cancel our hall rooms."

"Oh, yes. Home for now," Beth smiled.

When we got back, my father was in the garden, weeding around the roses. "Thought you'd eloped," he grinned.

"Wups," I glanced at Beth guiltily. "I guess I should have texted."

"How did it go?" he asked, leaning on top of his hoe.

I raised my eyebrows at Beth. "Actually we bought the house."

My father blinked. "You don't hang about."

He put the hoe down, beckoning us inside. "Well then, we have something to celebrate,”

The

We

She glanced at the clock. "This is my last appointment for a couple of weeks, my flight to New York leaves this evening."

"Well

Sarah fetched our keys from the cabinet. "I hope moving in goes really well for you."

As we drove out of town, I threw a knowing glance at Beth. "You're still thinking of Sarah and that kitchen table, aren't you."

"Maybe,"

We

Beth nodded. "We decided on pasta and cheesy bacon sauce tonight, my turn to cook."

The kitchen was comfortably warm, and I glanced at the oven. "Sarah said she'd come in to light it, didn't she."

Beth

I glanced around the kitchen. "Aha."

I

She

I

She

She brought heaped bowls to the table, and I took a bite of the sauce. "Um, that's amazing."

I glanced across the table at her. "Do you want to start measuring this evening?"

Beth nodded. "We can do our bedroom, save the ground floor for tomorrow."

We made short work of our meal, and Beth grinned. "Sorry, love, the dishes are yours."

I stood at the sink, setting the tap running. "Plenty of hot water, anyway. We should try the bath later."

Beth moved to stand behind me, pressing her breasts against my back. "Um, yes."

The dishes didn't take long, and I followed Beth up the stairs to the master bedroom. "So, what's on the list?"

"Carpets, mostly. Oh, and curtains."

I held the end of the tape while Beth measured, jotting in her notebook. "Now for the windows."

She glanced up. "Hmm, think I'm going to need something to stand on."

I

She looked down, her eyes twinkling. "You say the sweetest things. Right, what's the measurement at the floor?"

We finished the measuring, and I glanced at Beth. "Ready for a bath?"

"Um Hmm. Oh, the towels and stuff are in that other box, aren't they."

I pretended a longsuffering look. "I'll go and get it. Want to start the water running?"

When I got back with the box, Beth rummaged, pulling out towels then a small bottle. "Um, I thought I'd put bath oil in."

She went back into the bathroom, tipping a little of the oil into the steaming water, and a subtle fragrance filled the room.

"Want

I

Beth swirled the water with her fingers. "I like the sound of that."

She moved her hands to her breasts. "We should have brought some candles, I could really relax one evening."

I chuckled softly. "I know what you mean by relax. Want me to help?"

Beth shook her head. "I know you'll enjoy watching. And then I might not be so 'right now', I can concentrate on what you want."

She

I

"Anything?" I murmured.

"Um, yes, my mouth, my hands, in me whatever way, “

Her

Beth opened her eyes, and I leaned down to kiss her moist forehead. "Think you're sufficiently relaxed now?"

She nodded, getting gracefully to her feet, water cascading down her body. "Hand me a towel?"

She

I

"Um," she stirred, "nice, don't stop,”

I

I moved lower, my tongue brushing across the pink star I found, and Beth made a quiet sound of pleasure. "Oh, yes."

She

She smiled a little nervously. "There's a stick of butter on the kitchen counter, that'd probably work."

I nodded, leaning over to reach into the box. "But I know something else that'll help, and maybe we need to,”

I

I

I

She

"Um

I recalled the hot scene from the old Brando movie ‘The Last Tango In Paris’; “Are you ready, Maria?

“There's something under here.” Beth says, in a French accent.

“It's hollow.” I quote Brando, again.

 “That's a hiding place.” Beth keeps up the reenactment of the scene.

“What about that? Can I open that?” I ask, as my cock presses into the buttered anus.

“Maybe there's jewels in it?” My French hottie taunts me.      

“Maybe

I

I

I

The

Finally

She smiled. "Another new thing for us,”

After a few minutes she stirred. "Quick shower before bed? We can use the one upstairs."

We made our way towards the attic, Beth stopping unexpectedly halfway up the staircase. "Oops."

"You Okay?"

She blushed an attractive shade of pink. "I, um, your stuff, it's leaking; out my ass, this time!"

A

Beth was already awake, smiling at me as I opened my eyes. "Are you Okay?" I queried softly.

"I can still feel something, if that's what you mean," she grinned. "But yes, I'm fine."

She reached to touch my cheek. "I love how careful, how thoughtful you always are."

She

"We can take our time over breakfast, anyway," I promised. "The kitchen gets the sun in the morning."

Beth nodded. "And it's your turn to cook," she reminded with a grin.

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When

Most

She threw me a glance. "Tim," she mused, "do you think pain ever has a place in sex?"

I blinked, wondering where the question had come from. "Well, everyone says that giving birth hurts like anything, don't they."

It was Beth's turn to look surprised. "I guess one is a consequence of the other, isn't it."

"I'm sure you were in those lessons with me at school," I teased. "So, yes."

"But that's not what I was thinking about just now," Beth continued.

"What, then?" I encouraged.

"Well,

I

Beth thought hard for a while. "It changes the feeling, like, like the difference between milk and dark chocolate?"

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"If

Beth nodded. "I bet I can."

She

I

I

She

I reached to caress her breasts, use my fingers on her still-wet nipples, and her expression turned blissful. "Um, so close."

She

I

Her

Finally

My voice held relief. "I really thought I might have hurt you."

"It's fine," she reassured, her fingers stroking my hair.

We

She

I chuckled. "I think I can work with that."

I

I

I wrapped my arms around her. "You bet."

I stroked her hair. "Love you,”

By neruval442 for Literotica.

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I

"Hi yourself."

I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno" she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.

She

Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"

Francesca thought for a moment. "I know a place."

She got out of bed, starting to dress, and Beth reached to touch her arm. "You don't need to go."

Francesca

She deftly tied the fastening of her dress in place, and she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Beth turned over, and I wrapped my arms around her. "She's very considerate."

Beth nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "Wow, last night really worked, didn't it."

My expression was thoughtful, even a little puzzled. "We didn't quite stick to the plan, did we?"

Beth smirked. "You men and your plans. What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't think there was any time when she and I were both giving attention to your breasts."

Beth acknowledged my point. "Something still to look forward to, then."

I hesitated. "And the way I was in her, you and I haven't done exactly that, have we. I'm sorry."

Beth

She smiled. "Anything else?"

It was my turn to show surprise. "Well, um, you and she didn't, you know, there,”

Beth's response was a shiver of anticipation. "Now that, I definitely hope we put right today."

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When

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"It is very close, but also private," came her enigmatic response.

When

She

She pushed the door open with some effort, and turned to us. "Please, enter."

Beth stepped through first, and I followed. "Wow,”

We

She

Beth looked around thoughtfully. "I'm sure the medieval writers used an enclosed garden as a symbol of a woman's body,”

Francesca blinked. "You also read old books?"

I chuckled. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it. That's why we've had so many holidays in this town, after all."

"Of course we've both read quite a lot of Dante," Beth remembered.

Francesca smiled. "There was a man who knew what it was to love. But also to lose."

She looked sad, a little lost. "Tomorrow I must fly home,”

I

I leaned across, kissing Francesca softly on the lips. "That's by way of a promise."

She

She glanced at Beth, who was grinning. "In that case, we must do something about it."

Francesca

"Is

"Oh

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Between

She swallowed, running her tongue over her lips, using a fingertip to catch a stray drop. "Is no problem, I like,”

"Don't worry," grinned Beth. "He'll be ready for more before too long."

She shifted a little closer to Francesca. "Anyway, this is our chance for you and I to get to know each other better."

I

I

Beth

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Beth

"Oh,

Her words proved true as moments later Beth flexed her hips upwards. "Please,”

I

Francesca

Francesca

I

I

Francesca's

I

Finally Beth subsided, chest heaving, eyes wide. "Oh, my, goodness," she managed eventually. "That was,”

Francesca moved up to cradle Beth's head softly against her breasts. "For me, too."

She placed a soft kiss on Beth's hair. "And now I know another of your little secrets."

Francesca breathed in, her chest rising. "I think I too would enjoy, at the proper moment."

Beth stirred in her arms. "Oh, I think we could oblige."

She pulled out of Francesca's embrace, lying back again. "Ready?"

Francesca

Beth

Francesca

I

Francesca

Francesca

I

I withdrew from her carefully, and she slid from Beth's body, her eyes unfocused. "Oh, again new, and more,”

She laid down on her side, Beth tenderly stroking her hair. "Rest now, darling."

I

When

Beth rolled her eyes, grinning. "All you ever think about."

She

I

We shared the fruit, but as we reached the last couple of berries I closed my hand. "Ah-ah, I have an plan for these."

I

Francesca

She turned her head to look at Francesca. "I promise we'll give you a very special send-off later, but right now,”

I

Francesca

I cupped her ass in my hands, thrusting as deeply as I dared, and Beth began to gasp softly. "Um, oh, yes, “

I

Beth buried her face in my chest as we lay still entangled. "Thank you," I heard her indistinct murmur.

Finally

I looked around again, and a mischievous grin spread across my face. "Maybe I can help there."

At

"Wait

"Hey," grinned Francesca, "my turn." She ducked into the spray with Beth, and they helped each get clean while I watched.

"Now," Beth strode purposefully towards me, still dripping. "You need a shower too."

I relinquished the hose to her, and she directed the spray over me. "Make sure you do behind your ears," she teased.

Finally she dropped the hose, and I turned the tap off. "We just need to dry out now."

We went back to the blanket, and Beth sprawled on her back. "Nice to get a bit of a tan, and no bikini line," she grinned.

All

I touched Francesca's hand. "But there's still dinner, and afterwards,”

She nodded. "Thank you, I will never forget your generosity."

Beth brushed at her eyes, then smiled. "It's not time for goodbyes yet."

We

When we reached the hotel, I glanced at Francesca. "Your choice for dinner, anywhere at all."

Something seemed to be amusing her. "There is one thing I have not tried, your English fish and chips."

Beth grinned. "One of my favorites, and there's a fish and chip shop on the main street."

We

Beth nudged Francesca, chuckling. "We can make him sleep on a sun lounger tonight,”

We

"Where shall we eat?" queried Beth.

"There's a place near the river, the view's quite good."

We

She

Francesca

After a nice meal and light conversation, Cesca turned. "Can we go back now? It's getting a little chilly."

"Of course, darling," Beth replied.

When

Beth sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her. "'Cesca? Come and sit with me."

Francesca

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Francesca took Beth's left hand, touching the plain gold band. "I thought, ?"

Beth

Francesca brushed at her eyes. "Of course I will."

She took a deep breath. "So I can say, congratulations?"

"Thank you," I nodded.

"And we should certainly celebrate," Francesca stated firmly, recovering some of her usual poise.

She got to her feet. "I will be back very quickly," she smiled.

As the door closed behind her, I turned to Beth with a lopsided grin. "So this wedding,”

She took my hand, running her thumb over the band I wore. "You don't mind, do you?"

I shook my head. "As long as you don't mind missing the bit where I go down on one knee."

Beth smiled. "It's fine. But you still have to get me a ring,”

Francesca

She put the bottle down, and I turned it to look at the label. "Cellini grappa, wow."

I grinned at Beth. "This stuff is pretty strong, I think I can cope, but you don't have quite the same body mass as me,”

She

Francesca

She

I

Francesca

"Drink,"

"Three," Beth's now unsteady voice insisted, and Francesca poured for me again. "But that's definitely my limit."

Either

I

Francesca

I

"Very good, darling. Now, why don't you pull these while I,”

With

Francesca moved to the bed, propping herself on one elbow next to me. "Come over here and we'll see."

Beth

She

After

She subsided, panting, and managed a bemused look at both of us. "Wow."

Francesca nodded. "Such passion," she smiled.

Beth turned to me. "You and 'Cesca have to fuck," she reminded me, "'cause it's her last night and we promised."

She looked across at Francesca. "But we can get him really ready, can't we."

Beth

Every

After a while Beth glanced at me. "Let's see how you're doing."

She moved down. "Oh, he's definitely ready, 'Cesca."

Beth

Francesca smiled. "But one last indulgence before Tim is in my body,”

She

Francesca moaned. "Oh, now, please."

She

I

Francesca

Beth stirred next to me, opening her eyes then immediately screwing them shut against the light. "Too bright,”

She turned over. "Oh, where's Francesca?"

I indicated a folded piece of paper in the empty space on the bed. "Looks like she left us a note."

Beth

She passed the note to me. "She's put an address, and a phone number."

Beth grinned. "So we have somewhere to send our first wedding invite."

She looked around the room. "'Cesca's left the grappa for us, anyway."

I

"You were fine," I reassured. "Slightly more uninhibited, maybe."

I grinned. "And definitely funny, and sweet."

Beth

Her smile turned into a mischievous grin. "Francesca left something else behind, actually."

I

She

She moved down to brush me with her tongue. "Oh, yes, I can definitely taste her. And your stuff too."

She continued to use her tongue on me, then looked up. "Hey, how am I ever going to finish this if you keep leaking?"

I chuckled. "Well, there are a couple of obvious ways."

"Later," Beth promised. She moved back up to kiss me, and I breathed in, picking up a faint aroma of Francesca. "Um,”

Beth stirred beside me, a hint of regret in her usual morning smile. "There's no way around it, is there."

I leaned over to kiss her. "We have a lot to look forward to, love."

Beth brightened visibly, returning the kiss. "You're right."

She

"What about the pool?" I queried.

Beth shook her head. "It's Okay."

She grinned. "Maybe one day when we have our own house, we can have a hot tub out back, or a sauna?"

She

I

"I'm sure we'll think of something," I promised.

I watched as she dried her hair, brushing it out straight. "Lovely as always."

She smiled softly, starting to dress. "You say the sweetest things."

When

"Sure. Did you have a detour in mind?"

Beth's eyes twinkled. "Maybe."

"Fair enough," I grinned. "I might have a surprise or two of my own up my sleeve, too."

I fetched us second cups of coffee, and Beth leaned her elbows on the table. "How long is it till uni actually starts?"

I thought for a moment. "I think we can actually move in on the twenty-ninth."

"Four weeks, then," mused Beth. "I think I might cope."

She grinned. "After all, Mom'll be out at work a lot."

We

We went to the desk to check out, and the manager smiled at us. "I hope you enjoyed your stay."

I smiled softly at Beth. "Very much."

She nodded. "I think I can safely say we'll be visiting again."

We made our way to the car, and I glanced at Beth. "Your detour, do I need to take a different route?"

She shook her head. "Not till we get back to the ring road."

We headed out of town, Beth keeping her eyes on the bluff. "Maybe I'll spot the kestrel falcons again."

Finally

We went into the shop, and the jeweler looked up, his face showing recognition. "Lovely to see you again."

He looked concerned for a moment. "I hope there isn't a problem with the rings?"

I

The

Beth

The grey-haired jeweler smiled wistfully. "That one's not new, it's a vintage piece. A Belais, actually."

He opened the case, sliding out the tray. "It was my great-aunt Elizabeth's, but all that generation are gone now, sadly."

Beth blinked back sudden tears as I'd known immediately she would. "I'm Elizabeth too," she ventured, her eyes meeting his.

"Please, try it on."

I

"Are you sure you can part with it?" I asked the jeweler.

He nodded, his own eyes seeming moist. "I don't think some things happen by chance."

I hesitated. "It doesn't seem quite right to ask, but, how much?"

The

He

I took out my wallet, handing him my card. "Thank you."

"Again,

I

We set off again, and when we reached the ring road Beth pointed. "Take that turn at the roundabout."

She

The door was opened by an elderly gentleman, slightly stooped and supporting himself on a stick. "Elizabeth!" he beamed.

"Hello, Grandad," she smiled. "I've brought someone to see you. This is Tim."

She smiled proudly. "We got engaged. And Tim, this is my grandfather."

The

He turned back to Beth. "Engaged now, you say? Well, come in and tell me all about it."

We followed him into the living room, the walls covered in bookshelves. "Have a seat, I'll make us some tea."

Jake

Beth

She stopped, looking at me anxiously, and I took her hand, squeezing her fingers. "It's Okay, darling."

Jake

He lowered himself slowly into a chair. "So, Elizabeth, tell me everything."

I

Her

He

Jake started to get up again. "Have another biscuit."

He walked over to an old-fashioned bureau, lowering the lid and searching through the pigeonholes. "Ah, got it."

He seemed to be writing something, and when he returned to his chair he handed Beth an envelope. "This should help."

She slipped the envelope into her handbag. "Thanks, Grandad."

We talked for a while longer, and Jake looked carefully at Beth's ring. "Beautiful, and more from my era than yours, I think."

Finally

He nodded. "Next time, Tim can read to me for a while, I hear a male voice better these days."

"Of course I will," I promised.

Beth kissed her grandad, then we made our way back out to the car. "Thanks," she smiled. "I really wanted you to meet him."

We

She

I

"Can he, does your grandfather have, “ I managed.

Beth nodded firmly. "But, “ I started, then stopped.

Beth reached for me, and I wrapped my arms around her. "Should we go back, thank him?"

She

I took a deep breath. "We should definitely get this to the bank, anyway."

Beth

We

"Thank you," murmured Beth.

We returned to the car, and she took a deep breath. "We'll have to talk about what we might plan to do," she ventured.

"There's no rush," I reassured her. "Anyway, right now we have something else we need to do."

To be continued.

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I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and Beth appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Thought I'd treat you," she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I bit into a bacon sandwich. "Um."

Beth picked up her mug, sipping, and I detected a hint of anxiety in her expression. "Are you Okay?" I queried.

"I'm fine, really. But Mom will be back later, and I'm not sure how she'd feel if you stayed over again."

I nodded. "Do you want to tell her about, well, about us?"

Beth puzzled for a few moments. "Of course I want her to know."

She smiled softly, putting her hand on mine. "I want everyone to know. But, well, it's still really new to me, and maybe I need some more time before she asks me loads of questions."

"Like 'are you being careful?'" I sympathized.

"Exactly."

The look in Beth's eyes changed to one I was starting to become familiar with. "Anyway," she murmured, "I want you all to myself for a while yet."

I leaned over to kiss her. "You've definitely got me, love."

From somewhere an idea dropped into my head. "I know, why don't we go away somewhere for a few days? We can say it's a last trip before we have to put our heads down and study."

Beth's eyes lit up. "Perfect."

I could see her beginning to try out different possibilities in her mind. "Where do you fancy?" I queried.

"How about, You know that place we always used to go, Herefordshire, wasn't it?"

"Um Hmm."

"Well, I remember there was a hotel on the main street, a small one. We never stayed there, but whenever we walked past I noticed that on the sign it said they had a swimming pool, and I always wanted to try it. Especially when the weather's as warm as this."

I was momentarily distracted by a picture of Beth in a swimsuit, a one-piece cut high at the sides, or maybe just a barely-there bikini,

"Earth calling Tim," Beth teased. "I promise that all your fantasies will come true."

I chuckled. "You don't know what you're letting yourself in for. Okay, let's take a look."

I picked up Beth's iPad and tapped in a search. "Here it is."

Beth leaned closer to look at the screen. "Great, do they have space?"

I pulled up the booking calendar. "Oh, wow."

"What?" Beth queried.

"There's one room that's next to the swimming pool, and whoever's staying in it gets sole use of the pool first thing in the morning and last thing at night."

It was Beth's turn to let her imagination run away with her. "I could so swim naked."

I clicked again. "Okay, it's available from tomorrow night, shall we?"

"You bet."

I made the booking, and my phone buzzed with the email confirmation. "Sorted."

Beth leaned over to hug me. "Thanks, Tim. This is going to be amazing!"

She sighed. "But I think it would be a good idea if we spent today with our parents, I know Mom's already thinking about missing me when October comes around."

I nodded. "We still have time for a shower, though?"

Beth grinned. "Always."

Again she enjoyed the sensation of my hands smoothing soapy foam over her body, but we resisted the temptation to go any further, "We'll have all the time in the world at the hotel," Beth promised, her voice full of anticipation, and I watched as she dressed and brushed her hair. "You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," I teased.

"What in my mouth?" she riposted, grinning wickedly, and I kissed her hard on the lips. "Beth, I am so lucky to have you."

She stood on the doorstep watching as I set off on the short walk home. "I'll call you," I promised from the end of the path. Then she was out of sight, and I walked the rest of the way with what must have been a distracted smile on my face, anticipating our holiday.

My father was at home when I arrived, and when I explained our plans, he just nodded. "Make the most of the weather while you're free, I hear it gets quite misty in the autumn where you two are going."

He glanced at the sky. "Talking of which, can you give me a hand with the lawn? If we're lucky, I'll only have to do it a couple more times this year."

I spent the day helping in the garden, though I didn't say it, I could tell that Dad was slowing down a little, and it'd be no bad thing if I got some of the heavier jobs out of the way for him before I was away most of the time. Lunch was sandwiches, and when Mom got back from work she looked at the garden, then at two obviously hungry men. "I think you've earned pizza," she grinned.

"Tim's got some plans to tell you about," Dad dropped into the conversation, and I explained about our trip. "Oh, I remember that place," Mom nodded. "It'll be handy for the craft place, and wasn't there an Indian restaurant somewhere nearby?"

I'd forgotten about the restaurant, and I chuckled. "Beth'll be pleased, she loves Indian food."

We sat in the lounge to enjoy our pizza, and finally I stretched, covering a yawn. "Think I'll call it a day."

"What time are you setting off tomorrow?" queried Dad.

"I thought about eleven, we can stop for lunch somewhere, and we'll still get there in plenty of time to check in to the hotel and decide where to have dinner."

"Night, then."

I made my way upstairs, closing the door of my room, and sprawled on the bed. I picked up my phone and tapped on Beth's name, listening to the soft trilling of the dial tone. She must have set her computer to answer calls from me automatically, and my screen lit to show her standing by her bed putting things into a suitcase.

She glanced towards the camera, and quickly closed the suitcase lid. "A girl has to have some secrets, you know," she grinned.

She came to sit down in front of her desk. "How was the rest of your day?"

I ran through what I'd been up to. "The garden looks a lot tidier, anyway. How about you?"

Beth gave me a wry smile. "Mom did try fishing a little when she got back, especially when I told her about our trip. But I managed to steer the conversation in a different direction."

She glanced towards the bed. "I know we've only had a couple of nights together so far, but I'm already going to miss you."

"I know, love."

I thought for a moment. "Why don't we both go through our usual routine, but stay on here, then it'll feel like we're together, sort of."

Beth nodded. "I like that idea. Okay, I'll get ready for bed."

She moved her case onto the floor, then looked directly into the camera while she started to unbutton her blouse. Her skirt went next, and she grinned as she posed in her underwear, one hand on her hip. "Okay so far?"

I nodded. "Definitely."

She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, dropping it on the chair, then slipped off her panties, standing with her arms by her sides. "You are beautiful," I offered. "Wish I could wrap my arms around you right now."

She pulled back the bed covers and lay down, stretching her legs out. "Burr, sheet's a little cold."

She glanced down at her nipples, standing up in the slight chill, and I couldn't help myself. "If I was with you, I would definitely put my mouth there to warm you up."

Beth breathed in, almost a gasp. "Um, I'd like that."

She covered one breast with a hand, resting her other palm on her stomach. "Tim, I'm feeling a little shy right now, but, if this was really my usual routine, I'd probably, well,”

I gave her a reassuring smile. "I can go if you want to."

Beth shook her head determinedly. "No, please stay."

She slid her hand a little further down, fingers reaching her soft fur, then closed her eyes as she parted her thighs a little. I hardly dared breathe as I watched her touch her most sensitive place with one fingertip, her mouth forming an O as her hips flexed upwards a little. "Um."

She squeezed her breast, then touched a finger to her tongue, using her wet fingertip to brush her nipple. "Oh, not as good as your mouth but feels nice."

Her hand between her thighs moved again, and she looked up at the camera. "You've ruined me, you know." Her voice was matter-of-fact, but her dancing eyes reassured me that she was only teasing.

"How so?" I queried.

"Before, I would have been fine touching myself like this, but now, I need something inside me."

She followed her words with action, sliding two fingers deep inside herself, parting her thighs more. Her other hand left her breast, her fingers touching her hard nub, and she moaned loudly, then caught her lip between her teeth, looking towards her bedroom door. "Oops."

She moved her fingers more urgently. "Oh, yes, I can definitely imagine this is you in me, we'll have to try this, me using my fingers on myself at the same time."

She shifted nearer to the bottom of the bed, giving me a closer view, and I couldn't help pressing my hand to the front of my jeans. "In case you didn't guess, you've made me so hard right now."

Beth nodded wordlessly, her hips now flexing in rhythm with the movement of her fingers, and I watched spellbound as her muscles started to tense visibly. "Um, oh, so close, wish you were about to get there too,"

She pressed her lips together in an attempt to be quiet, but I heard the unmistakable creak of the bed as Beth's back arched, her whole body shaking for long seconds. Finally she let out a gasp, eyes wide open, and turned onto her side, squeezing her thighs together around her fingers. "Oh, my goodness."

She turned onto her back again, withdrawing her fingers, and I felt a thrill as she brought them deliberately to her mouth, her tongue tasting the glossy slipperiness I could see. "Um, wish you could taste this," she breathed.

I fanned my face. "Goodness, Beth, you've really got me going."

Beth grinned wickedly. "Why don't you do something about it, then."

I blinked. "Really?"

"Sure, I'm curious. Why not?"

I thought for a moment. "I always thought it'd look clumsy, awkward,”

Beth shook her head. "I really want to see."

"Okay." I propped my phone up. "Is that working?"

She nodded, and I stepped back to quickly undress, then stretched out on the bed. I reached for the tissue box, but I saw Beth grinning. "Don't bother with those yet."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, you can see everything, then. But it'll be messy."

"The messier the better," she chuckled.

I started to touch my nipples, and I saw Beth looking thoughtful. "Yours are really sensitive, aren't they."

I nodded, and she smiled. "I'll remember."

After a few moments I glanced at her, then used my tongue to wet my palm, my fingers, starting to touch myself. I could see Beth lean closer to her screen. "So that's how,” she mused.

She thought for a moment. "Maybe it'd feel a bit the same if you were between my breasts?"

She moved her fingers experimentally up and down her cleavage, then pushed her breasts together with her hands. "Like this, maybe,”

I couldn't help my quiet moan. "Um, Beth, imagining that definitely gets me closer."

She flashed her eyebrows at me. "I could imagine anything, couldn't I, maybe even things we haven't thought of trying."

"Like?" I managed.

"Well, I could use my fingers on you exactly like you're doing now, and you could touch me,”

"Or you could do that while I was using my mouth on you," I gasped. "God, Beth, I'm so close."

Her face showed keen anticipation. "Go for it, then."

I moved my hand more urgently, and Beth's eyes widened with pleasure as I groaned. She jerked back reflexively from the screen as my first spurt of creamy fluid jetted upwards, hitting my stomach and chest, then leaned forward again to watch. "Wow, no wonder I can feel it when you're inside me."

A second spurt, then another, and I stilled my hand, breathing heavily. "Um, That was definitely better because you were watching, imagining, Beth."

She smiled. "I'm glad."

I started to pull tissues from the box, mopping up stickiness, and Beth chuckled. "I see what you mean about messy."

She took a deep breath. "Now you've got me imagining you holding me while we're going to sleep, my ass pressing into you, and I can just feel your skin a little sticky against mine, maybe even a drop or two of your stuff on me,”

I balled up tissues, dropping them in the bin. "Wish I could hold you right now, love."

Beth nodded. "But tomorrow night will be here soon."

She slid back into bed, pulling the covers over her, and reluctantly I reached for my phone. "Better go now, darling. I'll pick you up around eleven."

She blew me a kiss. "I love you."

"Love you too."

Beth was standing at the front gate with her case when I arrived the next morning, and I hugged her as usual, giving a conspiratorial lift of my eyebrows. "Kissing can wait till later," she grinned.

She turned and waved to her mum who’d come out the front door to wish us a safe trip. Then, I put her case in the trunk, then slid into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt and looking at me demurely. "So, my knight in shining armor has come to sweep me up into his saddle and ride off with me."

I chuckled. "That has definite possibilities, 'Oh, sir, what are you doing'?"

We set off, and Beth studied the map on her phone. "It's a beautiful drive."

"I remember there's a place we can stop for lunch not long after we turn off the ring road," I nodded.

I concentrated on the traffic, and we were quickly out of town and driving through fields. "Look," pointed Beth, and I glanced up to see the unmistakable outline of a kite overhead, its forked tail twisting to steady itself in the breeze. "There are kestrels on the bluff above where we're going, I think."

We chatted as we always did on long journeys, pointing out things to look at, remembering other holidays, and it wasn't long before I spotted the sign I'd been waiting for, slowing to pull into the car park.

Beth took my hand as we walked towards the café, and glanced across at me. "So, what's our story?" she queried with a grin.

"Not sure what you mean?"

"Well, we can be anything we want on this trip when we're not in private, can't we, We could go back a couple of steps, be friends who are just on the verge of becoming lovers, let anyone who's watching wonder how long, if, we're going to take the plunge."

"I like this," I chuckled. "What are the other possibilities?"

"I guess just a couple on their summer holiday," Beth shrugged.

A grin spread itself slowly across her face. "Or it could be our honeymoon,”

I blinked. "Wow. Hold that thought, that could definitely be fun. What about rings, though?"

"We go through that other town on the way," Beth ventured. "Maybe there's a jeweler’s, we can see if there's anything we like."

We reached the café door, and I let Beth go ahead. A waitress with a lace-edged apron looked up as we entered. "A table for two?"

"Please."

We sat down, and Beth studied the menu. "Um, baked potato with cheese sounds good."

"I fancy the chili," I nodded. "Coffee?"

"Sure."

I ordered for us, then relaxed, looking round. One or two other tables were occupied, and I saw an older couple glancing at us, then the wife whispering to her husband, smiling. Playing to the first suggestion we'd talked about, I reached my hand across the table to touch Beth's fingers hesitantly, then withdrew as she looked up. "Sorry."

Beth shook her head, her eyes dancing. "It's fine." As though unconsciously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. The waitress arrived with our coffee, and I spooned sugar into Beth's cup, stirring it before sliding the cup across the table towards her. She picked it up and sipped, her eyes on my face as though oblivious to anything else around her.

The waitress gave the older couple their bill, and they paid, then made their way out with a last glance back at us. "I think we convinced them," Beth chuckled.

Our food arrived, and Beth mixed her cheese in with the potato before taking a bite. "Um, it's good."

We finished our meal and I paid the bill while Beth visited the ladies' room. "Okay, let's get going," she smiled.

When we were back on the road, Beth put her handbag on her lap and reached into it. My eyes widened at the flash of red silk between her fingers, and she chuckled. "I remembered you liked this last time I did it. Just to give your imagination something to work on,”

I grinned. "Um, definitely."

We reached the next small town, and Beth pointed. "Look, there's a jeweler’s."

I drew up in the nearest parking spot, and we walked back to the shop, the bell tinkling as I held the door open for Beth.

"Can I help you?" the grey-haired jeweler queried, removing the loupe from his eye.

Beth glanced at me. "We're looking for matching plain rings, we're really hoping you've got something in our sizes in stock."

He smiled. "I'm sure I can find something to suit."

He pulled trays from under the glass counter. "These ones are what we call 'D' shaped, they're our most popular style. Or there are these others, called 'court' style, they're a little more expensive but some people prefer them for comfort."

"Can I try the court one?" Beth asked, and he took her left hand briefly, looking at her ring finger. "I think,”

He selected a ring from the tray, and held it out to me. "Perhaps you'd like to help your young lady try it on."

Beth offered her hand, and I slipped the ring on. "Seems to fit nicely."

I looked up, and my heart jumped as I saw unmistakable tears in the corner of Beth's eyes. She blinked them away, and nodded. "It feels perfect."

"This is the matching one," the jeweler offered, and Beth slid the ring onto my finger. "Is that Okay, Tim?"

I ran my thumb over the bright gold. "Definitely."

"Can we?" Beth let the question hang in the air, her face hopeful.

"Of course," I said. I reached for my wallet, and the jeweler discreetly swiped my card and handed it back. "All the best for your special day," he wished us, and Beth looked like she was going to cry again.

"Thank you," I nodded. "We really appreciate your help."

As we walked back to the car, I put my arm around Beth's shoulders. "Are you Okay?"

She nodded, pulling out a hanky. "I wasn't expecting that to get to me."

I hugged her closer. "I don't know how this will work out, my love, but, these aren't just pretend, for our game, they mean more than that."

Beth sniffled again. "Thank you,”

We got back into the car, and Beth turned her ring on her finger, then stretched her hand out. "Funny, it feels the most natural thing in the world, as though I've always worn it."

I glanced at the road signs. "It's not far now, do you want to pull the map back up? It's a while since we were here."

Beth helped me navigate, and shortly we were pulling into the hotel car park. "If we check in first, then I'll get the cases?" I offered.

I let Beth walk a little in front of me, and I smiled as I glanced at the outline of her ass in the thin summer dress she'd chosen. "I'm remembering what's in your handbag," I murmured quietly, and she glanced back over her shoulder with a lift of her eyebrows and a knowing grin.

We reached the hotel reception, and the young woman behind the desk glanced up. "We have a reservation," I offered. "In the name of Oakes."

"Mr. Oakes, of course," she smiled. "You have the poolside room."

She took a key from a brass hook. "It's at the near end of the car park, the door facing you. Oh, and could you sign the book?"

I picked up the pen from the desk, finding the next blank line in the guest book. I glanced at Beth, then wrote. "Mr. and Mrs. Oakes. There, darling, the first time we've been that anywhere."

Beth nodded, amusement and incipient tears mixed in her expression, and I took her hand. "Let's see what our room's like."

I smiled my thanks at the receptionist, and we walked back outside. "Here," I indicated, turning the key in the lock and opening the door.

"Wow," Beth ventured, "this is amazing."

To one side of the room was a bed, at least king-size, and on the other side a doorway led into a spacious en-suite with shower and corner bath. But across the back of the room a curtain covered sliding glass doors, the pool beyond sparkling in the sunlight from the translucent panels in the roof.

"It's perfect," enthused Beth, wrapping her arms around me. "I can't wait to try the water."

"Remember it's open to the other guests until eight," I reminded her with a grin, "so you'll need your swimsuit. Let me get the cases and you can dig it out."

I went back to the car, and when I returned Beth was undressing, slipping her summer dress off over her head. I put her case on the bed, and she flashed her eyebrows at me. "No looking, remember. You'll get your surprise later."

I turned my back, and after a few moments I heard "Okay, you can turn round again now."

Beth had opted for a bikini, in a light blue color that reminded me of the dress she'd worn for dinner. It was fastened with thin laces, and Beth had tied them in looped bows. "It needs to be easy enough to take off," she hinted, smiling. "Are you going to swim?"

I shook my head. "When we're on our own. Believe me, I'll enjoy watching you."

I opened the curtain part way, figuring out the latch of the doors and sliding one side back far enough for us to slip through. There were a couple of other people in the pool, and I found a plastic chair, angling it so that I could see the whole area.

Beth leaned down to kiss me on the lips. "Okay, I won't be in for long, I'll be feeling like something else to eat soon."

She walked to the side of the pool, climbing down the steps and letting the water rise up her body, wetting the fabric of her bikini so that it clung to her figure. She grinned knowingly at my eyes fixed on her, then turned, starting to swim lazily towards the other side. I kept watching as she reached the far edge, then gracefully slid below the surface to turn, heading back towards me.

Beth swam for a few minutes, then pulled herself out, sitting with her feet dangling in the water while she gathered her hair and draped it over one shoulder. "You make a very convincing mermaid," I offered, just loud enough for her to hear.

She got to her feet, droplets of water still running down her stomach, her legs. "Think that's enough for now."

We returned to the room, and I made sure the door was secure, the curtains closed. "Want to shower before you dress for dinner?"

Beth nodded. "You?"

"Hmm, I think I'm Okay. I'll have one after we've swum later, anyway."

I reached for the bow at her waist. "Need a little help, ?"

She grinned, tugging at the lace of her bikini top. "Oh, I think between you and me we can handle this."

I pulled gently, and the bow loosened. Beth moved her feet apart just a little, and her bikini bottom slid to the floor. I leaned forward to dab my tongue at a few drops of water just below her navel, ignoring the slight hint of chlorine. "Um," Beth smiled. "But we don't want to be late for dinner, remember."

I smiled, kissing her stomach. "Got it."

I watched her shower, then had to close my eyes for a few moments again while she got ready. She'd chosen a wine-colored dress I'd not seen before, and I nodded. "Very elegant."

I locked the door behind us, and we made our way up the slight hill. "Shall we try the Indian place?" I queried, and Beth nodded. "Please."

Dinner was delicious, the aromatic mixture of spices perfect, and Beth put down her fork with a satisfied smile. "Um."

She picked up the menu again. "Maybe we can have a coffee? Oh, look, they've got those cute plastic penguins with the ice cream inside,”

I chuckled at the hopeful look on her face. "Of course you can have one."

I watched as she scooped out ice cream with the tiny plastic spoon, then used her finger to get the last few drops. "We're taking him back with us, aren't we?"

"He?" I grinned.

"Well, Percy the penguin of course."

I paid the bill, and Beth clutched the plastic toy as we walked back to the hotel, looking for all the world like a little girl with the prize her daddy had won for her at the fair.

I closed the door behind us, checking my watch. "Okay, everyone else should have gone by now."

Beth nodded. "So help me undress, that's part of your treat, and we can both go in the water for a while."

She turned to open the curtains, standing in front of the glass. "You can help me with the zip now," she hinted.

I lowered the zip slowly, standing close behind her, and slipped the dress off her shoulders. Underneath I found silky fabric, laced at the back in a crossover pattern, and Beth turned towards me. "Oh wow," I couldn't help myself. She wore a white bustier, edged with soft lace, and her breasts were pushed up by the tight fabric, their curves tantalizing. "I thought at dinner you looked especially, well,”

I held out my hands as if to illustrate, and Beth chuckled softly. "I'm glad it had the desired effect. But it can come off now," she hinted.

I slid a hand round her back, finding the end of a lace and pulling gently with my fingertips. "You seem to have a knack for that," Beth murmured as the garment loosened, freeing her breasts. I bent to dab a kiss on one nipple, and she gasped. "Swim first," she managed to hang on to her resolve, "but this makes me want the afterwards even more, believe me."

She finished undressing, and glanced at me, grinning. "Come on, then."

I quickly shed my clothes, and slid the door to the pool aside. "Last one in's a lemon."

I stepped to the edge of the water and dived in. "I know that's against the rules," I called, "but it's not the only one we're breaking, right?"

Beth flashed her eyebrows at me, then deliberately jumped in right next to me, knees pulled up to make the biggest splash possible. I sputtered, water in my mouth and nose, and pretended to glare at her. "Right, young lady, you are in so much trouble."

She squealed and made a half-hearted attempt to escape as I wrapped my arms around her, ducking her briefly under. "Meany," she scolded, and jumped at me, trying to overbalance me into the water. Instead I caught her, lifting her up, her legs either side of me, and suddenly her expression changed as she pressed against my stomach. "Oh god, that feels nice."

I walked to the edge of the pool with her still in my arms, and leaned against the side. Beth bent to kiss me, then tilted her head back, what she wanted obvious. I kissed her wet breasts, then started to suckle her, feeling her warmer against my stomach even in the cool water.

She gasped. "I know we've only just got in, but I think that's enough swimming for now."

I let her slide down, her feet touching the bottom of the pool. "Well, we could get the bedsheets all wet, But I saw a couple of loungers over there, I think the cushions come off."

I climbed out of the pool, holding out my hand to help Beth up the steps, and we walked across to the lounging area. I tugged the pad of the nearest lounger onto the floor, and Beth laid back, smiling up at me. "Um, comfy."

She parted her thighs, letting me see her. "After everything today, our imagining at the café, and no panties, and getting rings, " again she looked for a moment as though emotion would overwhelm her, "and you touching me a little every so often, I, "

She hesitated, overcoming shyness. "I just want you in me, straight away, and I want you not to hold back."

She grinned. "And we don't have to worry about being too loud in here."

I nodded, sliding between her thighs, not even needing her to guide me, and entered her smoothly, getting a moan of satisfaction in return.

I began to move in her, watching her face. "This is what I was imagining yesterday," I murmured, "when we were on the phone."

Beth closed her eyes, her expression blissful. "This is so much better than my fingers, and, oh god, when your stuff goes into me, like when it spurted out of you,”

Her eyes opened, a wild look in them, and she flexed her hips upwards insistently. "Um, oh, whenever you want, I just know when I feel you I'll, "

I felt myself tipping over the edge, and I thrust into her once, again, a groan tearing itself from my lips, echoing around the room. Beth gasped, and I felt her muscles ripple around me. "Oh, don't stop, just keep going, yes, oh."

Her cry of pleasure lasted for long seconds as I continued to move in her, then she gasped, tightened her thighs around me. "Okay,”

We stayed as we were for a few minutes, then I reluctantly untangled myself from her body. "Shower, ?"

"Um Hmmm."

I quickly reassembled the lounger, and followed Beth back to our room. We helped one another wash, getting the last traces of chlorine out of Beth's hair, then she patted herself dry, climbing between the fresh sheets. "Um, this feels lovely."

I joined her, wrapping my arms around her. "Another swim in the morning?"

"Um, think so," Beth murmured sleepily.

We pulled on our clothes and made our way to the dining room, sitting at the same table as the day before. While we were eating, I noticed a young woman walking towards us, the expression on her face more than a little nervous. Her dark hair and olive skin suggested a Mediterranean origin, and when she spoke her voice held just a trace of an accent.

She began hesitantly. "You are the young couple who have the room by the pool, no?"

Beth smiled reassuringly. "That's right. I'm Beth, this is Tim."

"I am Francesca, I am staying here since last week."

Beth indicated the vacant chair. "Please, join us, it's lovely to meet you."

Francesca sat down. "I am sorry to intrude, but something I need to tell you."

She fiddled nervously with her ring. "I like to swim, no? So I came to the pool last night, no-one was there."

She looked up. "I must have got the wrong time, pool is closed. So I am going, but I look across to your room. Curtain is closed but light is on and -"

Even under her olive skin I could see her embarrassment. "I can see you, what you are doing."

She made a gesture with her hand which I guessed meant an apology for something over which she felt shame. "I did not mean -"

Beth reached out to touch her fingers. "It's fine, Francesca."

She glanced at me. "Actually, we knew the light would cast a shadow. We didn't think anyone would be there, but - we wouldn't mind if someone was."

Francesca blinked. "So you OK with it?"

She hesitated again. "What you were doing - it was very, what do you say, passionate, you very much in love."

Beth nodded, a soft look in her eyes. "That's true."

She smiled. "Francesca - you're welcome to come and use the pool whenever you like, even when it's our time. And if we're, well, being 'passionate', don't worry about it."

Beth picked up her coffee cup, sipping. "Just don't let on to anyone else..."

Francesca lifted her hands, crossed fingers in front of her lips signifying silence. "Thank you..."

She got up, glancing back with a smile as she left the dining room, and Beth turned to me with a grin. "Well, well."

I pretended to roll my eyes. "The scrapes you get me into."

Back at the hotel room that evening, Beth sprawled on the bed, still digesting the big dinner meal. "Think I need a minute to let that all go down."

I propped myself on one elbow beside her. "We said we might go to the bird place tomorrow, didn't we."

Beth was about to reply, then she stopped. "Did you hear something?"

I nodded. "Maybe it came from the pool?"

I walked to the curtains, looking through a gap. "Aha... Beth, come over here."

She joined me, and her eyebrows rose. Francesca was sitting at the edge of the pool, wearing a dark one-piece swimsuit. She slipped into the water, crossing to the other side of the pool and back, her eyes occasionally turning in our direction.

Beth chuckled. "Bless her, she's wondering if we're going to put on a show."

I blinked. "You want to...?"

Beth thought for a moment. "Let's just watch for a while."

Francesca swam for a little longer, then got out of the water, sitting on the edge again. She closed her eyes, and after a while we saw her start to stroke her arms slowly, sensuously. "I wish I knew what she was imagining," I wondered, and Beth raised an eyebrow. "Probably us."

I felt a thrill at the idea that our lovemaking would provide inspiration for someone else's pleasure, and I put my arm around Beth's shoulders as we waited to see what Francesca's next move would be.

She glanced around again, making certain that no-one else had come in. Her fingers slipped first one, then the other strap of her swimsuit off her shoulders, and she carefully pulled the fabric down to reveal her breasts. "Wow," Beth couldn't help her reaction.

I wondered if I was on tricky ground here. "She definitely has a good figure," I admitted.

Beth glanced at me, smiling. "I really don't mind you admiring her. And she probably hopes we're watching."

Francesca breathed in, cupping her breasts, her fingers brushing her nipples, and we could clearly see the expression of pleasure on her face. She continued to touch herself, occasionally pushing her breasts together with the flat of her palms, then seemed to reach the point where her desire needed more. She reached between her thighs, pulling aside the fabric of her swimsuit and starting to move her fingers on herself, her other hand returning to her breast. Her mouth gradually rounded into an O, her eyes closed, and I couldn't help my own breathing speeding up a little in sympathy. "This turning you on?" teased Beth, and I glanced aside at her. "As if you can't tell."

Francesca's fingers moved more urgently now, her hand clasping and squeezing her breasts, and suddenly her head tipped back, her cry of delight carrying across the room to us. Her body shuddered, her hips thrusting again her hand convulsively once, twice, again.

Finally she relaxed, breasts heaving with her deep breaths, fingers brushing her hair away from her face. She pulled her swimsuit back up, slipping the straps into place, and as she adjusted the material between her thighs, pressing her fingers into herself once more, her eyes closed again and what seemed to be an aftershock of pleasure shook her body.

She got to her feet, glancing round again, and walked slowly to the far door, letting it close behind her and vanishing from our sight.

"Wow," breathed Beth. She glanced at me. "That really had quite an effect."

I pretended to give her a puzzled look. "I didn't think you were into girls," I teased.

Beth rolled her eyes. "I don't really need to be, for that to get me excited."

"So what do you want me to do about it?" I hinted, my hand sliding to cup her bottom.

"Undress me and I'll show you," Beth promised.

I helped her slip out of her dress, shedding bra and panties, and a few moments later she was kneeling on the bed watching me undress in turn. She patted the space behind her. "Here..."

I knelt, stroking her back softly, and I heard a smile in her voice. "Um, nice."

She lifted her arms, linking her hands behind her head, giving me unrestricted access to her body. "Start by touching my breasts the way Francesca touched hers."

I cupped her breasts gently. "Just so you know, you're the perfect shape for me."

I brushed thumbs across her nipples, then slowly drew my fingertips together until I was pinching them softly, pulling them a little away from her body, and she gasped. "Umm - actually I think I'm ready for you to touch me somewhere else."

I moved back, my fingers exploring her from behind as I'd done before, finding her very wet. On impulse I moved one now-slippery fingertip further back to brush gently over her pink star, again feeling her tense a little then relax. "Um," she murmured, "one time we can definitely find out what else feels nice there."

I felt a brief thrill at her promise, and reluctantly let my fingertip drift away. "Now what was it Francesca did next?" Beth murmured, and I began to explore her wetness again, teasing her by pressing my fingers a little way in, then withdrawing without entering her fully.

Her response was almost a plea. "Um, I just want you in me."

She leaned forward a little, and I positioned myself carefully, then entered her, only stopping when my hips encountered the softness of her ass.

Beth gave a quiet moan of satisfaction. "That feels completely different, but, oh."

Her sentence was cut short because I'd reached around to find her hard nub, starting to use a fingertip on it even as I began to move inside her. "Oh, yes, mm, “ she managed. Her hands moved to her breasts, and I smiled to myself as I saw her push her breasts together as Francesca had done earlier.

I felt my own release coming closer, and I leaned forward to blow softly in Beth's ear. "Are you nearly there?"

She shivered, nodding wordlessly, and I moved my fingers on her more insistently, on impulse using my other hand to gather her hair together, gently twisting it as I thrust into her. "Um, yes, my love, now,”

As she felt me stiffen inside her, she cried out, her muscles tensing, rippling around me. She pushed insistently back against me, moaning softly as I spurted into her depths. My only regret was that we couldn't see the expression on each other's faces, but Beth made up for it in the way she vocalized her satisfaction. "Um, wow, Tim," she murmured. "That was everything I could possibly have imagined."

Still inside her, I drew us down onto the bed, and Beth snuggled against me. "I liked it when you held my hair," she murmured. "You can do that again some time."

Beth seemed a little distracted when we woke the next morning, and I leaned across to kiss her softly on the lips. "Something on your mind?"

She nodded, glancing at me. "Well, Francesca, actually."

I raised my eyebrows, letting her continue. "She already knows about us, she's as sexy as hell, and she'll be flying back home in a few days."

"Go on," I encouraged her.

Beth took the plunge. "Why don't we invite her to join us for a night or two? Then we'll know what it's like, and we won't be curious when we get to uni, when getting someone else involved would be a whole lot more complicated."

I took her fingers in mine. "Beth, you'll always be more than enough for me, you know that. But if you want to try this, I'm not going to complain."

I grinned wickedly. "I can just imagine kissing those curves of hers."

Beth picked up her pillow, playfully swinging it at me. "You can kiss her wherever you like as long as I get the same."

I nodded agreement. "She has to say yes first, remember. I know she seems pretty open, but this might be too much for her."

"Leave that to me," Beth promised with a lift of her eyebrows. "Come on, we should catch her at breakfast."

Francesca was already there when we got to the dining room, and we walked across to her. "Why don't we all share a table today?"

She smiled her thanks, picking up her bag, and we sat. Beth and I had our usual breakfast, while Francesca nibbled on a croissant. "I wish I could eat like that and be as slim as you two," she offered with a hint of regret. "It's a good thing I like to run, it keeps me fit."

We went bact to the hotel room, and I made coffee for us, Beth sprawling on the bed while I sat in the armchair. "Maybe we should talk about tonight?" I offered. "We should probably decide now what we both think will work, and what might not."

Beth's voice as she replied was offhand, but her eyes were dancing. "Oh, I can only think of one rule."

"Which is, ?"

"Don't do anything with her that you haven't done with me."

She grinned wickedly. "Yet."

I nodded. "I think I can work with that."

I tried to imitate her offhand tone. "But what about you and her, then?"

Her cheeks turned an attractive shade of pink. "Ah, oops."

She looked at me a little nonplussed. "I guess I imagined that she and I would both be doing things to you, and then you to us. But I suppose there's no reason we couldn't,”

"Do you think you'd prefer to touch her, or to be touched?" I queried.

"You do such a good job of touching me," Beth smiled. "But, “ she shivered with anticipated pleasure - "maybe it would be nice to have a mouth on both of my nipples at the same time."

"That's what I was most looking forward to," I admitted. "Anything else?"

"I bet kissing her would feel different," Beth mused.

"And your tongue elsewhere?" I prompted. "Or hers?"

Beth's response was a soft gasp. "Maybe her mouth there while you stay on my nipples?"

"Or while I'm using my tongue on that other place you find so intriguing," I hinted.

"Um,” managed Beth.

She took a deep breath, shaking her head a little to clear it. "Okay, let's go and meet our dinner guest. After all, she might say thanks, but no thanks."

"Then I'd do my best to come up with something to satisfy you," I promised.

Beth leaned over to kiss me. "You always do, love."

We made our way to the dining room, and I blinked as I caught sight of Francesca. She'd chosen a dress in a dark fabric, cut to emphasize her breasts, and as she turned I saw that it was fastened with a simple bow behind her neck.

I stepped forward to hug her, and as we touched for the first time I felt a definite spark between us. Her lips were soft as she kissed each of my cheeks in the continental way, then turned to do the same to Beth.

The dining room felt different, the lights lower, white cloths and sparkling crystal on the tables. I held Beth's chair for her, getting a brilliant smile, then did the same for Francesca. "Grazie," she smiled.

The waiter approached. "Would you like some wine?"

I nodded. "Francesca, why don't you choose for us?"

She ran her finger down the list. "This Valpolicella sounds good."

"A couple of bottles of that, then."

Francesca glanced at us when the waiter had gone. "Are we celebrating?"

Beth touched her hand. "Life's always worth celebrating, isn't it?"

"È vero," nodded Francesca. "Did you enjoy the birds today?"

"Very much," confirmed Beth. "We learned a lot, too."

Our wine arrived and Francesca accepted the first splash in her glass, sipping. "Buono."

The waiter poured, and I lifted my glass in a toast. "Salute."

Beth blinked. "I didn't know you spoke Italian."

I shook my head. "Just the odd word. I can manage 'Che bella donna', no, Francesca?"

She smiled. "Oh, I think that should be 'Belle signore', no?"

I gave Beth a soft look. "Well, I definitely think so."

Beth pretended to roll her eyes. "I'm just about keeping up. Anyway, what shall we eat?"

The waiter returned to take our orders, and when he'd gone, I turned to Francesca. "So tell us more about yourself."

She shrugged expressively. "What to tell? Back home I am a nurse, I work in a large hospital. I was married but he did not like my long hours, night shifts, so,”

Beth reached to touch her hand. "I'm sorry."

Francesca nodded. "But I like to travel, this is my first time in England, my agent suggested this place. I like it very much."

Our starters arrived, and Francesca sampled her soup. "You should come to my home, I will cook something special for you."

"We'd love to," I smiled.

As we ate, I let Beth describe our friendship to Francesca. "And now you have become amanti, or lovers;" she smiled. "It is molto adatto."

"Very suitable - um, fitting?" I translated for Beth, and Francesca nodded. "Esattamente, absolute."

We continued our conversation through the main course, and finally Francesca put down her fork. "That was lovely, thank you so much."

Beth glanced at me, her face suddenly showing a hint of nervousness. "Can we offer you coffee back in our room, Francesca? It'll be a little more relaxed."

Francesca smiled. "I would like that very much."

I signed the bill, and we walked back to the room. Francesca looked around, then at the sliding doors that led to the pool. "Ah, I see."

"We're a little short of chairs," Beth apologized as she filled the kettle. "Francesca, do you want the armchair?"

"Is no problem, I will be fine to sit on the bed."

She sat down, and I picked up a pillow, propping myself against the headboard a little way from her. Beth brought cups, then settled herself in the chair, sipping her coffee. "Did you enjoy your swim last night, Francesca?"

Francesca looked mildly surprised. "I thought you must have gone out, no?"

I shook my head. "We were here."

Her eyes widened a little. "Then you must have seen,”

Beth nodded. "It was very - what was that word you used about us before? Passionate."

She glanced at me. "And after you'd gone, Tim and I were pretty passionate too."

Francesca smiled. "Then it is good."

She looked from Beth to me, then back again. "And now we are here, I wonder, do you think of passion again?"

"Would that be a problem?" Beth asked quietly.

Francesca's response was to lean across, her eyes on my face, her lips approaching mine slowly as if to give me time to turn away, refuse. But I let the kiss happen, and I felt her breathe in, then out slowly. "It has been a little while since I have had this."

I kissed her again. "Then there's no need to hesitate, you can have what you need."

Francesca nodded wordlessly, and I reached out, my fingers seeking the bow that held her dress in place. I found the end, and pulled carefully, feeling the bow unravel.

She smiled. "Your fingers know what they are doing, no?"

I slowly drew her dress down, much as she'd done with her swimsuit the previous night, but this time her breasts were in front of me, close enough to touch. "Francesca, you have an amazing figure," I heard Beth's voice from across the room.

I bent to place kisses on the curve of each breast, hearing Francesca sigh softly. Her nipples were different to Beth's, the areolae darker, a little larger, and Beth leaned forward as I took the nearest one between my lips. "Ah,” Francesca breathed.

I suckled each one in turn, and I felt her shift on the bed. "Please, take off the dress," she begged, and I helped her stand, push her dress down and off. Underneath, her panties were black lace, and I couldn't help pressing my lips to her covered mound, breathing in, her scent too different from Beth's, perhaps darker, spicier.

Francesca glanced towards the pillows, and I nodded, watching as she laid down, parted her thighs slightly. I moved to one side of her, and looked over at Beth, then back to Francesca. "Is it Okay if we both help?"

Her expression was an unmistakable mixture of surprise and anticipation. "I, of course."

Beth moved to her other side, and I watched spellbound as she bent to kiss Francesca, catching a few strands of her dark hair away from her face with a finger. Beth's eyes met mine, and we moved down, my mouth surrounding one of Francesca's nipples a fraction of a second before Beth followed suit.

Francesca gave a quiet moan. "Oh, this I have never,”

She parted her thighs a little more, her hips flexing, and I took the hint, moving my hand down to press against the damp fabric. She gasped, and I felt more warmth against my fingers. "Please" she breathed, and I looked at Beth, getting a nod.

I moved down, hooking my fingers through elastic and drawing Francesca's panties down. She opened to me, and I bent to explore her with my tongue.

"I have an idea," Beth whispered. "Francesca, slide down the bed a little."

Francesca complied, and Beth shifted position, kneeling at the top of the bed. I felt a thrill as I saw her bend to use her mouth on Francesca's breasts while her own were now within reach of Francesca's lips. "Oh," gasped Beth, as Francesca took one nipple into her mouth.

I renewed my exploration of Francesca's most intimate places, my tongue finding her nub, a little larger than Beth's, but no less sensitive, evidenced by Francesca's moan as I took it into my mouth, suckling softly in the way I'd learned gave Beth such satisfaction.

I hesitated, even at this point wondering if Francesca would deem any touch too intimate, then carefully slid fingers inside her. She felt different again, and I wondered, she'd not mentioned having children, but, ?

I had no further chance to speculate, Francesca moaning as I curled my fingertips a little inside her, releasing Beth's nipple long enough to gasp quickly "Oh, I'm nearly, " then as I brushed my tongue insistently over the hard nub still between my lips, she convulsed with pleasure, hips lifting to push against my mouth and fingers, thighs tightening around me, the muscles of her stomach tightening visibly. Liquid syllables in her own language spilled from her lips, and I thought I could pick out "O dio, io vengo’, meaning; “Oh God, I’m coming!”

Finally she subsided, and I couldn't help continuing to admire her breasts as her chest rose and fell. Beth caught my eye as I lifted my head, her face flushed. "Oh wow," she breathed. "Watching you do that to someone else really gets me going."

She looked down at Francesca. "And having your mouth on my breasts, oh my goodness."

Francesca nodded, still seeming to be having difficulty finding English words again. Finally she took a last deep breath. "That was more passionate than I have ever experienced."

"I'm glad," Beth blinked in surprise.

Francesca sat up, and glanced at my unmistakable erection. "I think we must do something about that, no? But first Beth must be satisfied."

She smiled at me. "I think that is your task, though I can help if she wishes?"

"She definitely wishes," Beth chuckled. "And I can't come up with anything better than what we already started."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Except,”

"Tell us," I gave her an encouraging look, lifting an eyebrow.

"Well, you remember how good it is when I'm on top with your mouth on me. And my breasts would be easy to reach."

"You've convinced me," I nodded. Francesca moved out of the way, and I lay down, this time leaving enough room for Francesca to kneel where Beth had been.

Beth slid across me, her so-wet opening presented to my mouth, and I began to explore with my tongue, the taste and feel of her familiar juices, after the newness of Francesca.

I looked up to see Francesca begin to pleasure Beth in turn, hands and mouth on her breasts, nipples. I felt renewed warmth and wetness against my tongue, and concentrated on what I was doing, suckling Beth's nub. I slid a hand between her thighs, and she lifted a little as she grasped my intention. I slid fingers into her, curling them to seek the same spot that had given Francesca such delight, and Beth gasped. "Oh yes, that's perfect."

I felt the familiar tension begin to overtake her body, and I slowed, trying to prolong the moment. "Oh god, now, please, “ she insisted, and I smiled against her wetness, remembering one last touch that would add to the pleasure that was about to overtake her. I moved one slippery fingertip back to brush against her other opening, then press just a little inwards, and she finally tipped over the edge with a prolonged cry of ecstasy, her body shaking, and, oh!, a spurt, then another, of clear liquid against my lips and down my chin.

I heard her sigh, then the sound of a soft kiss. "Thank you, Francesca,”

Beth slid off me, and I looked up to see Francesca still kneeling, a bemused smile on her face. "So passionate, and what did you do at that very last moment to give her such pleasure?"

Beth glanced at me knowingly, and I smiled at Francesca. "We have to keep some of our little secrets, you know. But maybe next time I'll show you, if, ?"

Francesca nodded without hesitating. "A next time definitely will be."

She looked at Beth. "Now, certainly, your lover must have his reward."

Beth smiled. "By all means thank him in the best way you know how, and for me, too."

Francesca blinked. "It is all right if I, ?"

"Of course."

"Then,”

Francesca moved down, still facing the foot of the bed, until her hips were positioned above my stiff pole. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, then looked over her shoulder, watching my face, as she guided me into her cunt. She was soft, warm, wet, and I breathed out, my mouth an O, as she lowered herself, letting me fully into her.

Beth had watched, fascinated, and now she bent to kiss me. "Um, I can taste her on you," she whispered. "I can guess what you want me to do, anyway."

I nodded, and Beth moved down to use her mouth on my nipples. I felt Francesca begin to move on me, like a carousel horse at the amusement park; and my gaze was captivated by the rise and fall of her rounded ass, my shaft visible between her cheeks as she leaned forward a little with each thrust. She glanced over her shoulder again, her face full of passion. "Now it’s all for you, whenever you are ready."

I nodded, lifting my hips to meet her, feeling my release starting to approach. Beth's tongue was wet, insistent, on one nipple then the other, her fingers brushing and pinching gently, and however much I tried to hold back, I had to yield to the sensations, crying out as I reached my climax, thrusting up into Francesca as I spurted into her depths once, twice, & again.

Finally I lay back, chest heaving, and Francesca reluctantly let me slide out of her. "Oh, so much of it," she smiled, fingers catching creamy fluid slipping from her opening. She gently fondled my testicles; "It must make more, you pleasing two of us before your turn."

Beth grinned. "Think you're right, can't wait till it's my turn,”

Beth then lay down beside me, and Francesca joined us, her breasts pressing against my chest, an arm draped across me so that her hand rested on Beth's shoulder. "Sweet dreams,”

To be continued.

By neruval442 for Literotica.

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends.

When we went up to secondary school, it wasn't even a question whether we'd do homework together every night, and our parents just shrugged their shoulders and agreed who'd cook on what day, Beth's eyes lighting up when my mum produced her favorite spaghetti sauce.

We talked about everything, TV, our other friends, music we liked, school work. Sometimes our families went on holiday together, the usual places, Spain, Italy, but when our trips were separate, the first thing we did when we got back was breathlessly bring each other up to date with what we'd done, seen.

Of course we'd gone through the "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours" phase, playing doctors and nurses, but somehow it had never translated into any more experimentation, and Beth and I never really touched, except for the frequent hugs of celebration, comfort, commiseration, depending on what life brought us. Beth confided in me when her periods started, school sex education lessons had made sure we knew how things basically worked, and I could tell that her body was changing, breasts and hips more noticeable, but she was always my best friend above all else, and somehow it never occurred to me to think of her in any other way.

Of course we had to think about what would happen after college exams, but the problem solved itself, a town with two universities, one that had a good reputation for Beth's chosen subject, the other that offered a top-notch course for mine. We'd celebrated our eighteenth birthday parties, I'd cried unashamedly, brushing away the tears running down my cheeks, at the heartfelt speech Beth made at mine. I tried to reciprocate at her party, then sobbed my heart out again when she chose Westlife's 'Safe' for us to dance to at the end of the night.

What people thought of us by then didn't really trouble us, from overheard comments, those who didn't really know us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend, 'obviously' sleeping together, but by then our friendship was so well-known that it wasn't even a matter of jealousy. Perhaps envy; but we tried, Beth especially, to be gracious, generous to everyone, so only the most petty minds could find anything to complain at.

Of course we'd talked about sex, after those embarrassing classes at school, I'd admitted to Beth that I masturbated, and with pink cheeks she'd confessed the same. We even went as far as to look at a porn site on my laptop, and Beth raised her eyebrows, pretending to fan her face at the scene playing out on the monitor. "But it's all staged, right?" she shrugged. "It's bound to be more clumsy and messy for real." The conversation moved on to something else, and the topic didn't come up again for a while.

The months rolled round to August, lazy days after exams, too soon to make serious plans for university, and Beth and I were sitting at the square table in her bedroom as usual it was the same table where we always did homework and projects, and the blog we started more than 10 years ago. Beth was sketching something on her art pad, and I was picking photos from our last trip to put on our blog. But something was niggling at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I glanced across at Beth, and her pencil stopped moving. "Tim?"

"Uh, yes?"

She closed the pad, put it on her desk. "Can we talk?"

I blinked. "Since when did you ever have to ask me that?" I shifted my chair closer. "Something bothering you?"

She nodded. "I'm thinking about freshers' week."

I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, the orientation events with cheap beer for kids away from home for the first time, going a little crazy, college clubs touting for members. What's the problem?"

Beth twirled the pencil distractedly in her fingers. "Well, I'm thinking, there'll be a lot of boys there, perhaps I'll get chatting to one, maybe he gets a crush on me, I ask him out for coffee,”

"I get the picture," I nodded. Something unexpected stirred in my emotions, but I pushed it down. "You know guys will say anything to get into a girl's panties, right?"

Beth smiled wryly. "I know. But let's say I think he's genuine, I can trust him, at least for a night, anyway."

"So, then you take care," I reminded.

She nodded. "I take my pills, and Mom's already given me a box of condoms, bless her."

"But,” I prompted. "You said you wanted to talk, right?"

Beth looked up, a pink tinge suffusing her cheeks. "Tim, if I had a close girlfriend, I mean a friend who was a girl, half as close as you, I'd talk to her about this. But I really don't. I want to talk about, well, what I might like, when it comes to it."

I gave her the most reassuring smile I could manage. "I can handle that. And there's a definite upside, I can give you the male perspective on the whole thing."

She glanced at me sideways. "Okay."

"So where do you want to start?"

"Well," mused Beth, her eyes taking on the faraway look that I knew meant she was creating a scene in her imagination. "Let's assume we've done the kissing part, and somehow, how does this even work?, he's asked me if, and I've told him Yes. I think I'd like him to be the one undressing me."

She chuckled. "Of course I'd make sure I had decent panties on, and a bra that hadn't gone grey in the wash."

"So he'd be fumbling with buttons, and those fiddly clips," I teased. “ Yes, you’d like undies that are more than just the functional type.”

"A little bit of clumsiness would be reassuring," Beth shrugged. "I wouldn't want to think he'd had too much practice."

"Would he take everything off at once?" I wondered.

"Well, maybe everything except my panties, he ought to wait till last for those."

I couldn't help the image that was forming in my mind, I had a fair idea what Beth looked like without her clothes, we were quite casual around one another when we were changing. "As a man, I'm pretty sure he'd be entirely distracted by your awesome breasts."

She grinned. "Fine by me, I'm rather hoping he'll pay them some serious attention."

"Tell me how." I ventured, enjoying this new sexual tension we were both feeling.

Beth breathed in. "Well, he could touch them, stroke them,” unconsciously her hands demonstrated her meaning, though without touching herself, "and maybe just ever so gently pinch my nipples with his fingers."

She shivered with anticipated pleasure. "But what I'd really want him to do is to put his mouth on them, I can almost feel what it'd be like for my nipples to be surrounded by warmth, wetness, and then to be suckled softly,”

"Wow," I breathed. "And then?"

"That would really get me turned on. I'm so, I mean, I'd be so wet, and I'd want him to slide his hand up between my thighs until he was touching my panties. He could, oh, god, press against me with his fingers while his mouth was still busy on my breasts."

Her face was definitely flushed now, but she kept her eyes fixed on my face. "It wouldn't be long before I'd whisper,” she paused, then leaned forward to my ear “ 'You can take them off'. So he'd hook his fingers through the elastic, and I'd lift my hips for a moment while he slid my panties down, then past my feet."

I had to adjust my trousers. "Are you ready for him to go inside you?" I breathed, starting to lose myself in Beth's fantasy.

She looked down shyly, shaking her head. "What I really want, I'd do anything, anything if he'd go down there, his tongue, really taking his time,”

"Anything?" I raised one eyebrow.

Beth nodded. "Once he'd made me a soaking mess, he could do anything to me he wanted."

I chuckled. "Most men would probably want you to use your mouth on them in turn."

Beth nodded. "As long as he was clean,”

She paused, frowning slightly. "Not everybody's like you, I mean, what's it called?"

"Circumcised," I supplied, and she nodded. "I think I'd prefer that. So yes, if he wanted me to I'd kneel and put my lips round him, even let him fuck my mouth."

I blinked at her choice of words, Beth absolutely never used vulgar language, but she was obviously carried away with her fantasy, deliberately choosing a provocative phrase for what she was describing.

She shifted in her chair. "After a while I'd pull my knees up, open fully to him, and he'd move his body between my thighs, maybe I'd need to use my fingers to guide him into the right place."

I raised my eyebrows. "What about that condom?"

"Wups," Beth caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Thanks for reminding me. So I get one from my bedside drawer, tear open the foil, and roll it onto him with my fingers. Then what I just said, and he pushes slowly into me."

Her expression turned slightly apprehensive. "I  guess it might hurt, the first time. But I'm sure he'd be careful."

Beth was being very courageous, telling me her intimate sexual fantasy. There had to be a reason for this?

Her face resumed its faraway expression. "Then he'd be moving in me, and I'd flex my hips just a little to help him."

I smiled wryly. "After what you did to him, I can't imagine he's going to last very long."

Beth tilted her head. "I suppose not. But remember, it's his reward for giving me what I needed, So I'd be watching his face, and I'd be able to tell when he was nearly there, and I'd let him know it was okay, 'yes, come for me, don't hold back, ' Then he'd cry out, I hope not too loud, and I'd feel him stiffen inside me, then he'd thrust hard, once, again,”

She frowned again. "I suppose with the condom I wouldn't really feel his stuff."

"Much safer that way, though," I reminded her.

"True. So then I guess he'd start to soften, so he'd have to come out of me, make sure the condom didn't slip."

She grinned. "I suppose he'd tie it, or wrap it in hankies or something, throw it in my bin. Maybe I'd take it out later so no one else would know."

"They'd know if they changed the sheets," I pointed out, and Beth looked startled, then nodded. "Oops, of course."

"So when he's finished, what would your lover do then?" I queried.

Beth looked thoughtful. "Well, I suppose I'd hoped for a cuddle."

I nodded. "Would you want him to stay the night?"

She looked puzzled. "I'm not sure. This is where I can't really imagine it, would I want us to wake up together, what would we even say? Or would I want to be alone, and deal with how I felt about him, the next time I saw him?"

I reached to put my hand on hers. "Well, if it helps, maybe in some alternate reality, you and I didn't meet til college, and the guy you meet at freshers' fair is me, I would definitely want to wake up next to you."

I wasn't prepared for her reaction, her fingers tightening almost painfully on mine, her face crumpling as though on the verge of tears. "That is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

She took a deep breath. "Tim, what if, what if that reality could be this one?"

My entire world seemed to turn upside down in an instant, every image of the life she and I had shared since that first playground meeting, flashing through my mind. "Beth?"

Her gaze was locked on my face, something incomprehensibly wild, yet soft in her eyes. She drew me closer, and our lips touched, clumsy but somehow, just right. The kiss deepened, and Beth closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.

After a few moments she moved back; "Tim, I want this, and I promise,” she put her hand on her heart, "that it will not change what we already have."

I nodded, blinking back tears of my own. "But what about,”

I glanced at the open door of her bedroom. "Your parents are just downstairs."

The confident glint which I loved so much returned to her eyes. "Easy, watch."

She stepped into the hall & onto the landing. "Mom?"

Her mother appeared from the living room. "Yes, dear?"

"Tim and I have to record something for our video blog, we need to close the door for a while."

"Okay, darling, we won't disturb you."

Beth came back into the room, closing the door firmly and leaning with her back to it. "See, problem solved."

She held out her arms, and I came into them, pressing her against the door. "Um," she murmured. "Kind of nice to feel trapped."

I covered her mouth with mine, gently but insistently pressing my tongue between her lips, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The wild look returned to her eyes, and she put one hand behind my neck, surprising me with the force of her response. After a few moments she broke away, her lips trembling. "So I think we can say we've done the kissing part," she breathed, echoing her words from a few minutes earlier.

"And I think what you said before counts as a Yes," I followed suit.

She nodded solemnly. "So,”

She was wearing a t-shirt, so no buttons to fumble with, and I tugged it free from her jeans. She raised her arms above her head, letting me lift the t-shirt off, drop it over the back of the chair. Underneath, her underwire bra was soft, shiny peach, skin showing tantalizingly through the lace, and I bent to place a kiss on her protruding covered nipples, feeling them hardening & raising under my lips. I slid a hand behind her back seeking the fastening of her bra, and felt a moment of satisfaction as my fingers released the 3 hooks on the first attempt. "I could almost suspect you of having practiced," Beth's voice was teasing.

She slipped the now-loose straps from her shoulders, letting the cups fall into her palms, then draped the bra on top of her t-shirt. "As distracting as you expected?"

I nodded wordlessly, my first clear sight of her bare natural breasts overwhelming. "God, Beth, you're beautiful."

"Thank you," she smiled shyly. "You are permitted to touch, you know."

I reached out a tentative hand, caressing the curve of one breast. "So soft, plump, and begging me to enjoy them.”

I leaned down again, teasing her by circling one nipple then the other with soft touches of my lips, and she made a quiet sound of impatience, using her fingers to move her breast so that the large raised nipple was placed between my lips. I relented, and suckled softly, thrilling at the moan I drew from her. I moved to the other breast, and Beth gasped, fingers pushing at the waist of her jeans. I knelt to undo buttons, the zipper, then helped her slide them down. She stepped out of them, standing with her arms by her sides, one knee bent a little. She glanced down at her nipples again, and I chuckled softly. "Would you like more?”

I suckled her again, placing my hand flat on her stomach then moving it down gradually until I met the top of her panties. I teased her by dipping fingertips inside the elastic to touch the soft fur I found there, then withdrawing again and cupping her pubic mound through the cotton.

I slid my fingers downwards, surprised at how damp she was. Beth's expression was sheepish as I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I, I was wet the moment we started talking," she confessed with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

I pressed my fingers against her a little more firmly, and she moaned. "Oh god, Tim, just take them off."

I slid her panties down, and she stepped out of them, then she glanced towards the bed. "Can I,”

I nodded, and she lay down, hands behind her head. She parted her thighs, opening to me like a flower, and I felt a sensation almost of awe as I knelt at the foot of the bed.

She didn't have to tell me what she wanted, and I leaned forward until my lips were brushing her soft fur. I breathed in the musky scent of her, hardly daring to believe I was in such an intimate position with this beautiful, sexy young woman.

I glanced up, seeing her watching me as I began to explore with the tip of my tongue. Beth tasted like nothing else, musky like her scent but with a hint of honey. She made a satisfied sound as my tongue slid over the soft folds of her entrance, then gasped as I brushed the tiny hardness I found. "Um, oh yes, there."

I watched as her hands sought out her own breasts, touching her nipples still damp and erect from my mouth on them. I used my tongue a little more insistently, then slid a fingertip inside her until I met the expected barrier. Beth moaned, flexing her hips against me, and I saw the muscles under the smooth skin of her stomach start to tense. I slowed down a little, knowing that she would want to prolong this part of our shared pleasure, and I heard the smile in her voice. "Oh, that's perfect,”

Her voice was dreamy as she spoke again. "I can't wait until you're inside me, it'll feel so good, and your body pressed on mine, holding me down, like when you pushed me against the door but so much better, and your mouth on my breasts again, but when you're nearly there, you let me watch your face,”

She pushed her breasts together, then gasped as she rolled her nipples between her fingertips. "And then you'll move in me faster, harder, and I'll feel myself getting closer too,”

Beth's voice petered out, her hips pushing against me more urgently, and I judged that she was ready for me to take her past the point of no return. My hands slid under her ass cheeks as my tongue tip flickered on her most sensitive place, and again I saw her muscles begin to tense, her hips lifting slightly. She started to moan softly, and I fervently hoped that the sound of the television downstairs would mask the sound of Beth's increasing pleasure. Then a sudden gasp, and Beth put a hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she tipped over the edge, her hips bucking against me, thighs tightening almost painfully around me. I felt a spurt of warmth against my lips, then another, running down my chin, and I strained to keep my tongue rubbing firmly against her until she suddenly broke, panting, her hand sliding down her stomach to press fingers against her opening. "Oh."

I moved up to lie alongside her, folding her in my arms, her face buried in my chest. Finally she looked up, still flushed, breathing heavily. "Oh, my goodness, Tim,”

I chuckled softly. "Think we did Okay there."

She took a deep breath and nodded. "What did I say I wanted? To be a soaking mess, I think you could say you managed that."

She propped herself up on one elbow. "You still have way too many clothes on, you know."

I stood, hastily shedding my clothes, and Beth reached out to touch me with curious fingers. "So that's what it's like when it's hard,”

“I’ve been dying to get out of these trousers since you began describing your freshers’ fantasy.” I confided. “Boners get painful, when restricted, you know”

She looked up at me. "Ready for me to return the favor?"

I wrestled with the thought. "Beth? I know it's what we imagined, And what guy wouldn’t want the favors you described. But for us, this time, can we take a rain check?”

Beth nodded. "I think I understand."

She grinned, lying back, hands behind her head again. "So you want to go straight to?"

I looked around the room. "Ah, where have you stashed those condoms?"

Beth reached for me, drawing me closer. "Tim, I have taken my pills all summer, and there's no-one in the world who I know is safer for me than you are."

I felt an unexpected thrill run through me. "So you're Okay if?"

Beth nodded. "Now,”

She drew her knees up, her eyes fixed on mine as I slid between her parted thighs. "Need a little help?" she murmured, her fingers careful as she positioned my tip against her so-wet entrance.

Even now when we seemed to have passed the point of no return, I held back for a moment, waiting for the almost imperceptible nod, the lift of her hips, that invited me to continue. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as I pressed a little further in, and I saw a brief flicker of pain cross her face, then her expression cleared and she relaxed, releasing the breath she'd been holding. "I'm Okay."

I dared to flex my hips forward again, and Beth closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face as I reached my full depth in her. "Remember, this is for you, don't hold back," she whispered.

I took her at her word, starting to move in her, already feeling the beginnings of the irresistible urge that I knew would culminate in my release. But this was different, not a solitary exercise, but utterly intimate, with someone who I could sense was enjoying our closeness as much as I was.

I moved more urgently in her, her breasts swaying a little at each thrust, and I remembered her fantasy, bending to catch a nipple between my lips, suckle gently for a few moments, then move to the other breast. She moaned, and I felt a renewed warmth and wetness around me. "Oh god, that feels good," she breathed.

I lifted my head again so that she could see my face, and she watched my expression raptly as I tipped over the edge, unable to hold myself back from thrusting hard into her once, then again. Her mouth formed an O of surprised delight as I released into her, warmth filling her deepest places,

Finally I subsided, my chest heaving, and as I pillowed my head on her breasts she stroked my hair tenderly. "Wow,”

My heart rate slowed, and I lifted my head to look into Beth's face. "Thank you, I can't describe how incredible, how delightful, how addictive that was."

She nodded. "For me, too."

I felt myself slip out of her, and she teased me with a momentary expression of disappointment. "I didn't want to lose you so soon."

I gave her a reassuring smile. "Beth, you'll never really lose me."

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Gosh, is that how late it's got? I'd better,”

She put a finger on my lips to silence me. "I meant what we said, I want to wake up next to you."

I kissed her fingertips. "But how?"

Beth chuckled. "Watch again."

She stood up, quickly pulling on the long t-shirt she usually wore to bed, and opened the door. "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm really sorry it's so late, we lost track of time. Tim's going to crash on my floor tonight, I'll find him some blankets and stuff."

There was a pause from down the stairs, then a slightly puzzled reply. "Okay, darling, that's fine."

Beth rummaged through a drawer, finding a pair of pajama trousers and holding them out to me. "Put these on, you don't mind cute bunnies, do you."

I threw her a quizzical look, and she nodded towards the landing. "I need to use the bathroom, and I guess you do, too."

She made an exaggerated pantomime while tiptoeing across the top landing of the stairs, grinning over her shoulder at me, and we closed the bathroom door behind us. Beth sat on the toilet seat, catching her t-shirt up with one hand, and I couldn't help watching, fascinated as her stream splashed into the water.

She wiped herself with a neat square of toilet paper, then got to her feet, standing aside. "Your turn."

I lifted the seat and rather self-consciously managed to pee, then put the seat and the lid down, getting an approving grin. "You passed that test, anyway."

Beth cleaned her teeth, then passed me the toothbrush. "Given everything else tonight, sharing this shouldn't be an issue," she chuckled.

I leaned over to kiss her, tasting mint, then used the toothbrush. "All done?"

"Sure."

We went back to the bedroom, and I glanced at Beth. "What about those blankets?"

She rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? That was just for Mom."

She pulled back the covers. "In you get, ah, wups."

In the center of the bed was a distinct damp patch, with just a faint hint of pink in the middle. "Ah well," Beth shrugged. "I'll just put it through the wash after Mom's gone out shopping, in the morning."

She pulled her t-shirt off over her head, and suppressed a giggle as she looked at my pajama trousers. "You won't be needing those anymore."

I took them off, and got into bed, pretending to grimace at the wet patch. Beth slipped in beside me, turning her back and snuggling closer so we were spooned together. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her fragrant hair then kissing the back of her neck. "I can't think of a more perfect day,”

She murmured, and I heard her breathing gradually slow, feeling her steady heartbeat under my fingers. I drifted off to sleep myself, my last thought one of gratitude for such an amazing, unexpected change to our relationship.

We must both have moved while we slept, and when I opened my eyes Beth was lying beside me, her hair spread out over the pillow. She turned her head to look at me, smiling softly. "Hi."

"Hi," I returned, enjoying the feeling of utter relaxation and contentment.

"I heard Mom go out, so we can do whatever we like," Beth continued. She turned to prop herself on one elbow, letting the duvet slip down to reveal her breasts.

"You hungry?" I queried.

Beth chuckled. "I know you, you mean you're hungry."

She swung her legs out of bed, and I couldn't tear my eyes from her as she moved around the bedroom, picking up our scattered clothes from the previous night and draping them over a chair in some concession to order. "Come on then, let's see what we can find."

I followed her downstairs to the kitchen, and Beth nodded towards the kettle. "How about you make us coffee, and I'll get the frying pan out."

Shortly the kitchen was filled with the aroma of bacon, and I sipped at my mug while I watched Beth cracking eggs into the pan. "Were we planning to do anything in particular today?" I queried.

She grinned, turning to look at me with the spatula still in her hand. "What I'd like to do is change the bed, have a shower, and get right back into bed with you."

I raised my eyebrows, but Beth had always been direct if she wanted something. "You'll not hear any complaints from me."

She slid a heaped plate in front of me. "I should think not," she smiled. "As long as you don't mind doing the washing up."

"No problem."

We made short work of breakfast, then I watched while Beth deftly stripped the bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. She tucked a fresh sheet in, smoothing it at the corners, and nodded. "Right, shower time."

She threw me a teasing look. "Wash my back for me?"

We stepped into the shower cubicle, and Beth set the water running, closing her eyes as it cascaded over her face, down her body. "Um, feels good."

I picked up the shower gel, squeezing it generously into my palm then starting to soap Beth's back. I let my fingers drift down, caressing her ass, a fingertip daring to dip into the cleft, and she turned, smiling. "I like, how about you do my front, too?"

The feel of my palms slippery on her breasts, her nipples starting to harden, was heavenly, and she tilted her head back. "Um,"

She put her hands on mine. "Any more, and I would definitely be begging you to be in me, pushing my breasts against the glass, Come on, let's rinse off and get back to bed."

We finished showering, and Beth dried off, then handed me the towel. I wrapped it around my waist as we walked to the bedroom, and she gave me a quizzical look. "What, you're shy now all of a sudden?"

She tugged at the towel, then moved closer, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. "You want me to try what we talked about?"

I nodded. "Sure." If Beth was keen to find out what it was like having her mouth on me, I certainly wasn't going to argue.

She sank to her knees, and seemed to study me from different angles before placing a quick kiss on my tip. She ran her tongue over her lips, and looked thoughtful. "I can taste something?"

"Um, I might be leaking a little already," I confessed. "Does it put you off?"

Beth shook her head. "Absolutely not."

She moved forward again, and I closed my eyes, breathing in, as I felt myself slide between her lips, her tongue soft and wet against me. "Oh, my goodness."

Beth moved on me more confidently, using her fingers as well, and I gasped. "Er, Beth, if you keep going you might have more sticky stuff to deal with than you can quite manage."

She looked up, grinning wickedly. "Oh, I think I can cope. Is it bad of me to feel like this gives me the power, sort of?"

I chuckled. "Believe me, I'm not complaining."

She swirled her tongue more insistently, her cheeks hollowing as she experimented with a sucking movement, and I couldn't hold back a moan. "Oh, god, yes, don't stop, I'm,"

I stiffened between her lips, and her eyes widened as I spurted warmth into her mouth. I saw her throat work as she managed to swallow once, then again, regaining control and using her tongue on me. "Hmm," I managed as the sensation became too intense, and Beth moved back, her lips releasing me.

She gave me a lopsided grin. "Um, now I know what that's like."

There was the sound of a car in the drive, and we exchanged looks. "Rats," chuckled Beth. "Now I'll have to wait."

We both hastily pulled on clothes, and by the time Beth's mum got through the door with the shopping, Beth had the kettle on again while I sat with the laptop in the lounge.

"Oh, hello, Tim," Beth's mum greeted me. "I hope Beth is taking good care of you."

I managed to keep a straight face as I saw Beth suppressing a smirk over her shoulder. "Oh, yes. And breakfast was great, thank you."

"Good. Well, I got pizza for when you feel like something else."

She went back into the kitchen to finish putting the shopping away, and Beth joined me, sitting close enough that we were touching. "Not that I'm frustrated or anything," she hinted with a smile.

She leaned closer to look at the screen, deliberately pressing her breasts against me. "What are you looking at?"

"I thought I'd treat you to dinner later," I made my tone as casual as I could.

Beth's eyes lit up. "Oh."

She looked thoughtful. "I don't know if I've got anything to wear."

I pretended to roll my eyes. "Maybe we can go shopping too, my student loan came through."

Beth kissed me. "Love you."

Stunned, I was still processing her words when her mother came back into the room. "Now, Beth, you've not forgotten that I'm away tonight, have you, that work thing? It's a bit of a drive, so I'll get going in a minute."

Beth's eyes widened, but she kept her voice steady. "That's fine, Mom, I hope you enjoy yourself."

She turned back to me. "Did you say we were going into town? Mom could drop us off."

"That'd be great," I nodded.

A few minutes later we were walking in the downtown shopping district, Beth stopping to look in the shop windows. "Can we go in here?"

"Sure."

The first dress she tried was a deep red, cut low at the back and with a scooped neckline. "Very sexy," I nodded, and Beth vamped a little, leaning forward and pouting her lips. "You'd probably cause a few accidents if you walked down the street in that," I nodded. "My treat," I said firmly, as we walked to the counter.

I handed over my card to be swiped, and the girl serving folded the dress carefully and slid it into a bag. "Thank you."

We stepped back out onto the sidewalk, and I glanced at Beth. "Where next?"

"I have an idea." and I took Beth's hand, leading her down to the theater. "I think I know where this is heading," she grinned.

"Close your eyes," I requested. "Then it'll be a surprise."

Beth complied, and I tapped at the screen of the ticket kiosk, taking the two printed cards. "Right."

We walked to the entrance, and the usher looked at our tickets. "Screen 8."

The trailers were already running as we picked our way up the carpeted steps. "All the way to the back," grinned Beth. "I know what your plan is."

We found seats, the nearest other people several rows further forward, and Beth leaned into my shoulder as the main feature started.

 I slid one arm around her shoulders, my other hand tugging her t-shirt from her jeans to let my palm rest on bare skin. "Um," she murmured against my lips, "nice."

I moved my hand upwards little by little until I encountered the curve of her breast, then used my thumb to softly brush her nipple, getting a gasp. "Wish you could put your mouth there," Beth whispered, "but I think that'd be going a bit far, even though it's dark in here."

I teased one nipple then the other for a while, until Beth started to flex her hips a little. "Oh, I need to be touched somewhere else,"

I slid my hand downwards again, my fingers drifting across her navel then brushing the line of soft hairs below it. My fingertips dipped inside the waist of her jeans, finding enough room to stroke her mound, and Beth parted her thighs a little. "Further down," she murmured insistently.

My fingers found her wetness, and then her hard nub, and she put her hand on mine through her jeans. "Um, yes, like that."

Her mouth was next to my ear, and I thrilled at the change in her breathing as I slid a fingertip back and forth over her most sensitive spot. "Oh god, yes."

I felt her lips curve in a smile. "I'm almost glad Mom interrupted us this morning, I've had longer to anticipate this. And then we'll have to wait some more until we're back at the house and you can be inside me."

She gasped as I touched her more insistently. "How about you go on top when we're in your bed later?" I added to her fantasy. "Then you can control how deep I'm in you, and slow things down when you want."

Beth nodded agreement. "But right now slow isn't what I need," she hinted.

I slid a fingertip inside her to pick up some of the slipperiness, then returned to moving my finger on her while she gasped into my ear, her breath warm. "Oh, um  yes; I'm nearly,"

I was grateful for the dramatic music of the film's soundtrack as Beth gave an audible moan, her hips flexing against my hand as she tipped over the edge. Again I felt warmth spurt from her onto my fingers, and even in the dim light from the screen I could see her cheeks tinged with pink. "I hope I don't look like I wet myself," she managed through still-rapid breaths.

She wrapped her arms tightly around me. "Thank you, Tim, this was perfect, I think I might have spontaneously combusted if I'd had to wait till tonight." Beth grinned at me. "There's only one reason I'll remember this film, and it's not the Oscar-winning performance on screen."

We made our way outside, and I glanced at my watch. "Probably time we got back, you'll want another shower before we go out?"

"Um Hmmm."

We linked arms as we walked in the late afternoon sun. When we reached her house, Beth glanced at me. "I'd love it if we showered together again, but I think that might cause us to miss dinner. Can you cope if I get ready by myself? I promise the result will be worth it."

"No problem," I reassured her. I watched as she walked up the stairs, then went back to the lounge, flipping open the laptop and catching up on our friends' posts. I glanced at my relationship status, and wondered how, when?  Beth and I might decide to let people know that things had taken a different but amazing turn between us.

I heard the shower running, then silence for long enough for me to wonder if Beth had decided to take a nap. But then there were footsteps on the stairs, and I looked up to see a vision approaching me,

Beth smiled at my expression. "Cat got your tongue?"

Her new dress was even more amazing than I remembered from my brief look in the changing room. I could tell that she'd left off the bra, her breasts moving deliciously under the satiny fabric as she descended the last couple of stairs and walked towards me. Her hair was brushed smooth, caught up in a silver clasp, and her makeup was carefully applied to somehow enhance her naturalness rather than draw the eye to dramatic change.

"I," I shook my head. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

She came closer, leaning over me, and I caught the freshness of apples from her hair, and then the perfume she'd used, light and flowery but still enough to overwhelm me, my senses blurring. Her lips on mine were deliciously slippery with her lipstick, and I responded to her kiss, closing my eyes. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."

She smiled. "You're sweet."

I remembered her earlier words, that I'd not found the right moment to respond to until now. "Beth, I love you too."

I saw tears in the corners of her eyes, and she nodded. "I think we found out how we really felt, just at the right time."

She took a deep breath. "So, what are we having for dinner?"

"I reserved us a table at that Italian place just round the corner, I know it doesn't look like much, but I've heard really good things about it."

We walked the short distance. Entering, I held the door for her, and we were quickly seated. The waiter gave us a few minutes to look down the menu, then returned for our order. "And a bottle of Rioja, please." I added after giving our selections.

Beth & I concentrated on our pasta. We finished our wine, and Beth slipped to the ladies' room while I paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. "Ready?" she queried.

Beth leaned into me as we walked back to the house. "It's a little chilly."

"Sorry, I should have thought to bring a jacket."

She shook her head. "It's fine. And you can warm me up when we get home."

She opened the front door. "It could almost be our own place,"

I followed her up the stairs into the bedroom, and she turned her back to me, looking over her shoulder and giving me her sexiest smile. "Help me with this zipper?"

I moved closer, our bodies not touching but the attraction between us almost like gravity. I drew the zipper down to the small of her back, then used my fingertips to slide the dress off her shoulders to pool at her feet.

I blinked, realizing what I wasn't seeing, and cupped her ass in my hands. "Did you go to dinner without,?" I whispered in her ear.

She chuckled softly. "No, I didn't dare. But I took them off just before we left the restaurant, put them in my handbag."

I nibbled her earlobe gently. "I wish I'd known, I might have been a bit more daring on the walk back."

Beth turned, draping her arms over my shoulders. "So what are you going to do to me now we're alone?"

"I said something about you being on top, didn't I," I reminded her. "But I have something else in mind first."

I drew her toward the bed, but before she could lie down, I'd sprawled on my back, looking up at her. "Slide over me."

Beth looked puzzled, but slid across, knees either side of me. I felt her already wet against my stomach, her fur just brushing my skin. "Um, I like this already."

"What's in it for me?" she teased, and I drew her a little closer, bending to take one nipple into my mouth, suckling. "Ah, I see," she half-moaned. I felt her wetness increase, and I moved to her other breast, replacing my mouth with fingers gently pinching. "Oh yes," Beth gasped. "I like these ideas of yours."

"Only just getting started," I teased, tugging at her nipple with my lips. "Now, how will I be able to tell when you can't wait any longer?"

Her answer was to flex her hips so that I felt her against my hard tip. "Ah ah," I shook my head, smiling. "Not yet. Something else first, something I know you'll like."

I put my hands on her hips and indicated with the pressure of my fingers that she should move up my body. She complied, and when she'd moved far enough up to feel my breath warm between her thighs, understanding dawned on her face. "Um, oh, yes."

I began to explore her with my tongue, and she gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction. "I really like this."

I reached up to cup her breasts, brushing her still-damp nipples, and she tipped her head back. "Oh god, I can't believe how quickly that's getting me there."

I buried my mouth more deeply in her, now gently suckling her nub, and she tangled her fingers in my hair, her hips flexing. "Ah, oh, oh please!"

Her whole body tensed, her hips pushing uncontrollably against me, and I rode out the wave of her pleasure until she gasped, "Enough."

She took a deep breath. "Now, I think I know what comes next."

She slid down again, positioning herself above my hips and lifting up a little, her fingers reaching for me and guiding my hardness into her. She eased down, her face showing utter satisfaction as I entered her fully.

She began to rock her hips slowly, and I nodded. "How long it takes for me is up to you, if I get close but you want me to wait, you can slow down, even stop."

Beth grinned. "Oh, the power."

She moved more insistently, leaning forward a little, and her expression turned blissful. "Oh, yes, that feels just right."

She caught her lip between her teeth. "If we're careful, do you think we could both get there at the same time?"

"Wow," I breathed. "That'd be amazing."

Beth started to move again, her eyes on my face. Little by little we watched each other's pleasure build, a gasp from me, a quiet moan from her. The intensity increased as I reached to stroke her breasts, and her fingers reached enquiringly for my nipples. "God, Beth, that feels good," I breathed, my hips flexing upwards in response. We both fell silent, the only sounds in the room our breathing, the quiet rhythmic creak of the mattress, and the barely perceptible contact of our bodies each time Beth pushed her hips down on to me. I felt myself starting to build towards my release, and lifted my head, catching Beth's eye. "Hmm?"

Her response was a nod, a smile almost of regret that there would be an inevitable end to what we were experiencing, and she moved more insistently, her face and the O of her still-glossy lips signaling that her own climax was approaching. I couldn't help the cry that tore from me as I reached my peak, and I saw Beth's triumphant grin as in the same instant her body tensed, her muscles rippling around my hardness, seeming almost to caress me as I spurted warmth into her.

Finally she relaxed, lowering her body onto me so that her breasts were on my chest, her hair spread over both of us. "Oh wow."

I wrapped my arms around her. "You bet."

As before, she made a quiet sound of disappointment as I slipped out of her, then squeaked in surprise. "I, I think some of your stuff is coming out of me."

I chuckled softly. "Maybe we'll have to wash the sheets again tomorrow."

Beth settled more comfortably. "Think we can sleep like this?"

"Um Hmm."

She closed her eyes, and I listened as her breathing slowed. I felt myself drifting off in turn, and my last thought was one of anticipation, what the next day might hold in the new adventure Beth and I had started on.

To be continued.

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A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my

So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!

I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or

Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the

I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I

In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly

I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking

I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with

I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble.

It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an

"Are you alright there, son?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer."

He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?"

"Um, I don't have them with me."

"I can see that. Where are they?"

I paused. "Back at my house."

"You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?"

I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.

"Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this

I chose my words carefully.

"Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away

Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public

The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my

"You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?"

"I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm

The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I

Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed.

After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9."

The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated.

"Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

"No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?"

"Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out."

(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent

The cop turned back to me.

"Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about

"Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation,

"20," I replied. He nodded.

"I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and

"Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're

I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-"

He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your

I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands

I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure.

I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night

Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled

As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it

I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called.

"Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?"

I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman.

I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would

"Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped.

Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was

"Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just;  uh; "

"I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no

I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on!

"Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it.

"What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?"

"Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town."

Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became

I nodded.

"And you didn't get arrested?"

"Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though."

She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it

She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in

A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her

"Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again.

"It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it."

She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my

I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I

Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile.

I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again.

Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked.

I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She

I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood

She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front

I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything.

After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she

That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the

My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a

"I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her

"You didn't like the show?" I asked.

"Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away."

"Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?"

She laughed. "I just might take you up on that."

We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug

After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my

I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my

My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I

I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my

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A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.

I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally

I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I

I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now.

It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to

I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody

But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.

I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I

I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be

A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown

Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.

Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.

I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield.

I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.

I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first

It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was

I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock;

When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we

I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I

I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do

When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to

It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my

That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by

But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.

I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood

As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person

I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her

I remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other

The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though,

Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving

I suppose I've never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker

Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received;

I saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my

Soon enough, I'd passed the storefronts and made it to the town

My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a

I entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come

I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say "hey." A female voice.

"Hey," I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.

There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked

I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn't have bothered

But they didn't seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their

"Why are you naked?" the girl asked. "Where are your clothes?"

"Back at my house," I said, answering the second question first.

"You walked here naked?" the guy said, disbelieving.

"Yup," I answered proudly.

"Why would you do that?" asked his girlfriend. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.

"Well," I said, "I'm leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this."

The guy grinned. "Well, it is pretty boring round here!"

I laughed. "True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"Well," I carried on, "to be honest, being naked, out in public like

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see that!" I looked down and my cock was

"Aw, sorry," I grinned.

"Don't be," she said.

"Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least."

"Aw, he's not bothered," she laughed. I looked at him.

"You're not?" I asked

"Nah dude," he said off-handedly. "Rock out with your cock out. It's all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn't be shy either."

I laughed. "Are you guys for real?"

The girl nodded. "Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had

I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But

There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my

I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my

"Dude, for real?" he said. "You gonna jerk off here?"

I paused. "I can stop, if you like."

"No," the girl said. "I wanna see."

I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. "Okay by me," he grinned.

I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good

"How old are you guys?" I asked.

"Eighteen," the girl replied.

"That's a relief," I laughed. "At least I'm not whacking it in front of a minor."

She giggled. "You don't have to do it here."

"True," I acknowledged, "but I'm gonna, all the same."

Both of them smiled.

I was stroking harder now, more swiftly. I felt the pleasure

I felt dizzy for a moment, dazed with coming down from my arousal. I

"Wow," the girl said, "you really enjoyed that, huh?"

I just smiled, and nodded. Hard to play it cool when you've just come

"Did you?" I asked, after a moment.

"I guess," she said. "You have a nice; penis." She blushed. "Sorry babe," she said to Josh. He just laughed.

"It's true," he shrugged, "he's got a nice cock."

"Nicer than his?" I asked jokingly. The girl just squealed, blushing again and burying her face in her hands.

"We haven't; er;" Josh said, by way of explanation.

"Oh!" I said, with a laugh. "Say," I asked, indicating my softening, dripping cock "I don't suppose you have a Kleenex on you?"

The girl stood up, rummaging in her pocket, and pulled out a

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't apologise to me," I replied, "apologise to your boyfriend!" In

So I took the napkin from my hand, blotted the last of the spunk from my now flaccid cock and stood up.

The girl leaned behind me, ogling me. "Oh my God I see what you

I shrugged, "sorry," I said. "You're welcome to watch all you like while I walk out of here."

"Yeah," Josh said, "you probably shouldn't hang around naked here all

"Thanks for the warning," I replied. "And for being a good audience."

She grinned. "Thanks for the show," she said. She slid an arm around

I laughed to myself. Whatever it was that those two had never done, they were probably going to do tonight!

I regained my own composure, and set off myself.

I had expected to feel vulnerable about my nudity now I had come.

I left the plaza and went back across the town square. Again, a few

I started to head back out of town. The stores were closed now,

I walked into the convenience store. There were no customers inside,

"Warm out?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled, "seemed like a nice evening but I didn't have a thing to wear."

He laughed as I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and pulled the

"Hey," I joked, "it was here, or; " I left it hanging.

He laughed again as he rang up my purchase. "So you on a bet or something?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"Well alright," he said. "Don't get yourself into trouble."

"I won't," I said, popping the soda as I left the store.

It was amazing how people who had no reason to expect a guy walking

To be continued in part 2.

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In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

"Like I said last night, you aren't fat."

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

"Hey, you wanna get her back?"

"Who?"

"Linda."

"Okay. How do we do that?"

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

"She might like that."

"Maybe. We'll see."

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Got a minute."

"Maybe, what's up?"

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

"Wait, why would they do..."

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

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

"That's what I said."

"Oh shit."

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

"That’s the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

"It seems fair," I answered.

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

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

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So they're naked," he answered.

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

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

"I'd do that to you."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right there, in public like this?"

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

"You wouldn't," he responded.

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

"You wouldn't," he repeated.

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

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

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

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

"Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get bit by a damn zipper. If I can be naked you can sure as hell drop your pants."

"Uh. Okay," he mumbled, undoing his pants and letting them fall.

"Oh yeah. That's what I want lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned as he sunk himself into her.

I shook my head, pulled my shorts back up from my thighs and went to my tent. I grabbed a towel and my shower and shave stuff. I walked to the middle of the road and picked up her clothes and tossed them into my chair before starting the walk to the showers, which I seemed to need again after the aborted one last night.

"Hey!" I heard Linda call as I was starting down the road. I paused a second and turned around to find her almost running from the camper with a towel around herself. "You going to the showers?"

"I am," I answered, not particularly sure I wanted anything to do with her after how she treated her friend. "But after last night..."

"Oh. I'm not Linda. I'm Sandy," she said quickly.

"Oh," I answered non-committal, as I turned and started to walk again.

"Um. Would you like some company?" she asked sounding hopeful.

"Why? Didn't you have enough fun at my expense last night?"

"That was Linda. She can go a bit overboard," Sandy answered.

"Didn't exactly answer my question."

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. Maybe we were a little hard on Tina, but damn she enjoyed it, didn't she? I mean she said she wanted to get screwed, and well....she sure as hell did. That's all she can talk about now, is how good it felt. I was just wondering..."

"If I'd fuck you?"

I looked over and saw her blushing a little. "Something like that."

I paused in the road and looked at her. I reached for the towel around her body and pulled it, pulling it off and leaving her naked. "It'll be on my terms."

"Okay."

"Men's showers."

"Okay," she said a little hesitantly.

"And you don't get to wear anything, at all, until we're back at camp."

She stood for a second thinking about it. I shrugged and turned to start to walk away, still holding her towel. "Okay," she said quickly, almost running the three steps to catch up. "Nothing to wear until we get back. But you have to promise to fuck me."

"Trust me, I will," I answered her as I continued to walk. She walked next to me, stark naked, not that there were all that many people to notice. The men's showers were empty when we got there, so there wasn't anyone else to see us. I walked to the counter with the sinks and slapped the counter. "Put your ass up here. Ever shaved a man?"

"His beard? No," she answered as she hoisted herself up on the counter.

"You will now," I said as I set my kit bag on the counter and started to pull out my shaving stuff. "Your first task is to get me hard," I said as I stepped between her legs.

"I can do that," she said, reaching down with both hands for my half hard cock, she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me towards her until my balls were pressed against her cunt. "Wanna play with my tits while I work on this?"

"I wouldn't mind," I answered, reaching up to both perky little B cup tits. I cupped each one and played with them, squeezing them and letting my fingers tease her quickly hardening nipples while she gently stroked and twisted her hands on my growing hard-on. "You might want to think about putting that in you pretty soon, since that's where I plan on having it while you shave me."

"You're going to fuck me while I shave you?" she asked in surprise.

"Honey, I plan on leaving it in you the entire time, including in the shower. Since you guys seemed intent on using me, I'm going to use you for my pleasure. Oh, don't worry," I said as she started to object. "I'll make sure you have a good climax when I'm done."

She paused her strokes for a few seconds and then loosened her legs around me. "Then I guess I better get to fucking you." She pushed my cock down to her cunt and rubbed my head up and down her already wet slit. She nestled me into her vaginal entrance and used her legs and hands on my hips to pull me towards her. "You know;" she gasped as she forced my head into her; "I don't do this a lot."

"What? Tease guys until they fuck you?" I asked, surprised at how tight she was. I moved my hands from her tits down to her hips and slipped them around to her ass, pulling her towards me as I slowly sunk into her cunt.

"Oh, no. Teasing guys is easy. Especially in the neighborhood. Stepping outside naked or sunbathing naked in our back yard. It's the fucking part I don't do very often," she said breathlessly as she stopped pulling me towards her, my cock only about half way into her tight cunt. "Oh, damn you're thick! I've heard about huge cocks like this."

"I've seen bigger," I answered as I pushed and pulled a little, working my cock in and out of her an inch or so.

"Well, I haven't done any," she moaned as I worked myself deeper and deeper into her with short little strokes. "God, I feel like you're going to split me wide open."

"I doubt that'll happen," I said as I held myself into her with my head jammed against her cervix, still two inches of me sticking out of her wet lips. "Why not just let that sit a while."

"Good idea," she panted. "So, what now?"

I handed her a can of shaving cream. "Lather my face."

She nodded and squirted some cream on her hand and used her fingers of her other hand to dip into it and spread around my stubbly cheeks. She was still rubbing it around when the husband from the campsite fuck walked in, stopping to stare at me. "Another?"

I looked at him. "I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd have jumped at the chance to shower with your wife."

"Over there? But someone else is already in there," he protested.

"Look, there aren't that many people in this campground, and from what I can tell, none of them are going to complain. So go shower with her, and if you see another naked woman, great. I'd be willing to bet your wife wouldn't let you get done showering without trying to have sex again."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty sure," I answered. "Hell, look at me. Anybody complaining because I have a naked woman in here with me?"

"Not me," he said with a grin.

"So go shower with your wife, and if she doesn't object, put her ass on the counter and fuck her. You never know what it might start down the road!"

"Yeah. Maybe so," he said as he walked back out of the shower house.

"You really think she won't complain?" Gary said as he exited.

"I'm pretty sure after the way she fucked me last night that she'll welcome the change," I whispered.

"Now. Shave? Just like you do to your cunt." I redirected to Sandy.

She used my razor to gently remove the stubble while I held her ass in my hands and slowly stroked myself in and out of her. I didn't want to press too hard to make her cut me, but at the same time I wanted to do it enough to keep my excitement growing. Once she finished and rinsed my razor I stroked into her harder, working both of us closer to climax before abruptly stopping and pulling from her. "I think it's time for the shower."

"Oh damn. You could have just kept doing that," she panted. "I was getting so damn close."

"I know," I said with a grin. "But trust me, we'll finish this." I pulled back and stepped to one of the shower stalls. I stepped in, leaving the door standing open like Naomi had the night before, and turned on the water. I handed Sandy the bottle of body wash and let her start washing me while I played with her nipples, teasing and squeezing them, to keep her body from forgetting just what we had been doing. It didn't take her long to finish washing me and start playing with my cock again.

I lifted one of her legs, setting it into a little soap dish in the wall. She reached up and grabbed the stem of the shower head, so she could hold herself propped between the two side walls of the stall. I wrapped both hands around her ass and stepped to her. I squatted down a little to bring my tip back to her cunt, and then pushed up into her. A long, slow moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I pushed ever deeper into her. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck me. Make me come, please!"

"Uh huh," I grunted as I started pushing in and out of her, this time allowing my climax to build more quickly, and with mine, hers. The water timed out and we still stood in the cubicle, stuffing my cock in and out of her tight cunt. I could feel her body responding, her hips trying to rock to grind her clit along my shaft and her legs trembling slightly as her orgasm built. Over and over my cock pushed deep into her, the need to complete, the urgency to keep stroking growing more undeniable with each passing moment.

"Oh shit!" she suddenly cried as her body stiffened, her already tight cunt squeezing me so tightly that it nearly stopped my shaft from pushing back into her. I shifted my hands on her ass and pulled it towards me as I thrust up into her, jamming my cock hard into her half a dozen and then a dozen more strokes.

"Uh Fuck!" I grunted as my body spasmed, jamming me hard into her, and gushing what little cum I had left in my balls, up into her. My body spasmed over and over as she climaxed on my cock, until we were left standing, panting heavily. I reached over and turned the water on, the cold water hitting us before it warmed. I eased my cock from her and let her stand as we rinsed each other off. "I think we're done."

"Oh yeah. If I can walk," she said with a little giggle. "God damn my cunt feels like I had a Yule log in it," she said as she kind of waddled out of the shower stall.

I chuckled and walked to the counter, picked up my towel and dried myself off. I stepped into the shorts I'd brought and packed my kit bag. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she said as I walked towards the door. She followed me, buck naked, out of the men’s shower house and down the road towards our campsites. She stopped in the middle of the road and turned to face me. She pulled her body to mine, pressing her tits to my chest as she lifted herself to kiss me. She gave me a long, wet, slow kiss before pushing away and wordlessly heading back to her camper, her bare ass wiggling enticingly. It was already late morning, and I hadn't decided what I was going to do that day, yet. I walked back to my tent, climbed in and flopped down, already tired.

By lunch time I'd woken from my nap. The camper across the street was gone. In some ways I was glad and in some ways, disappointed. I set about cooking myself some food since I'd skipped breakfast. Maybe I'd just stay the day and relax. I had no place I had to be, so why not? After brunch I walked up to the office to pay for another day's camping. I walked in and pressed the little doorbell to let them know someone was there.

"Hi there!" the young lady said as she came out of what I assumed was a residence behind the office. She had on short shorts and a snug t-shirt that seemed to be molded to her full round tits, two prominent bumps pushing the material out on either side of chest. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I need to pay for another night. I think I'm just going to hang out today."

"Oh? Well, we can arrange that," she said with a smile, pulling out the papers for my one night. "That'll be another sixty dollars." I handed her my card to let her run it through the machine. "You know," she said quietly. "There was a lot of interesting stuff going on around here last night," she said, holding my card and leaning over onto the counter so she was leaning on her elbows, her big tits pushing out and down between her arms.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Seems there was at least one man in the ladies showers last night."

"Really?" I asked innocently.

"As long as no one complains, I'm not about to tell people to stop what they're doing. I mean on some slow days I'll go take a dip in the pool and my swimsuit might accidently fall off or something. That ever happen to you?"

"My swimsuit fall off or seeing someone's swimsuit fall off?" I asked.

"Maybe both?" she asked, shifting and crossing her arms on the counter so that her hands were near each breast.

"Hmm. Can't say I have."

"Mom was kind of surprised last night too. She said she saw a few people headed to the showers without anything on. I told her it made sense, since you didn't wear anything in the shower," she said with a giggle. "She didn't think it was funny, but I think she was kind of having fun looking," she said, one thumb slowly stroking her own nipple. "Especially at the big hard-on the guy had wagging around."

"I see. Is that how she found out there was a man in the ladies showers?"

"Well, she saw a man go in there and was going to chase him out, but when she got to the shower house, she said she didn't have the heart to spoil whoever was having fun."

"Oh, well, maybe that was the best thing," I said as she continued to tease her nipple.

"Seemed kind of disappointed though."  The girl added.

"Yeah? About what?" I did my best to act completely uninformed.

"Well, it's been an awfully long time since she's had any of that kind of fun."

"I see." My god, was this gal trying to set up a 3-way?

"It's kind of hot today, isn't it?" the vixen continued to tease.

"Seems like it," I agreed.

 She nodded as she used her fingers to pull on the front of her t-shirt, working the hem of her shirt up her body until she had it bunched up over the top of both her round tits, the bare creamy white orbs sticking out over her arms, both nipples standing erect from the center of the pink circular areola on each mound.

What the hell! This mother-daughter pair must be on the prowl for man-meat.

"Well, anyway. I know mom has to clean the showers later. There's the ladies and the men's ;and then the little one by the pool. As hot as it's supposed to be today, after she finished the other ones and did the little outside one by the pool, she wouldn't be wearing all that much."

"Kind of like you?"

"Maybe even less than me. She might even just decide to take a dip in the pool."

"In the pool where swimsuits sometimes fall off?"

"Uh huh. Usually around the middle of the afternoon...if it happens. I mean not that she always has a swimsuit on. One time I saw her just take her clothes off and get in the water that way. Never know, something might coax her to do that again."

"I see. And what do you suppose would coax her to do that?" I asked as I stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it, my arms crossed so my hands were near hers. My face was only a few fractions of an inch from hers as I let my right hand reach across hers and gently run one finger across her hard exposed nipple.

"Well, she said the guy she saw go in the shower was pretty hunky. Been a while since she called any guy hunky. Well, anyway, if that hunky guy just happened to be around and just happened to have his swimsuit fall off in the pool, never know what might happen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled and asked her quietly, "Are you trying to fix me up with your mom?"

She blushed a bit. "Well, the way the ladies in the RV were talking when they checked out... well, it seems that you're not afraid of a little fun... and well... mom hasn't had any of that kind of fun in a long time."

"That's what you said," I answered, still stroking her nipple, letting my finger run around and around it.

"You know, I'm thinking..." she said as she moved her arms so that her tits were completely exposed in front of me. She set the card back on the counter and whispered, "If you wanted to stay tonight no charge, I'm sure mom wouldn't mind. Especially if you wanted to hang out around the pool this afternoon?"

"I see. I suppose I could arrange to hang out by the pool a while," I answered quietly, straightening up. I reached out and cupped both big soft tits, letting my thumbs stroke back and forth across her hard nipples. "Around the middle of the afternoon... Any chance your swim-suit might fall off too?"

She looked at me with a little surprise on her face. "At the same time?"

"Well, if you're going to give me a free night..." I answered her, giving her tits a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe," she said with a grin. "You never know."

"In that case, I guess I'll just hang out here today and see what kind of fun drops by," I answered her with a grin before turning and walking out of the office. I really didn't have any plans. I just hoped mom looked half as good as the daughter.

By m storyman x for Literotica.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?” 

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”

First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet. 

“It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.”

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

 "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“

 I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

 "I fucking Love this,”

 I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.”

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…”

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

 “I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.

 Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

 "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“

 In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

 "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”

“Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

“I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?”

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…

“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.

“Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

 "Please… put it in… Please… fuck me… Please… Fuck me Now…“

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time. 

I feel him pound deep inside me.

His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.

I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.

 I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying, 

“Fuck Yeah… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.”

 “That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by That?”

“Fuck No,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

 "Give me All you got… 

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 double D tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, “You’ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.”

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn’t even sure I was standing next to. “Fuck,” I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won’t end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive butt hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

“Fuck,” I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my butt hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God… I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my butt hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn’t stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, “Oh,” as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight butt hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this… this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my butt around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock’s motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men… two cocks… one in my pussy and one in my butt… oh my God… do I really want to feel a cock in my butt??? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now… These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion, 

“Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my butt.”

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

 "You can put it in my… butt… You know… fuck my butt… if you want…“

"Oh God Yes,” he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my butt. Fortunately for me, he didn’t jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the air as I Gasp from the sudden intrusion. As my whole body Clenches in response to the large visitor in my butt, I feel like someone is touching me with live wires. Shock after shock races through my body, and my mind is short circuited as it tries to decide on the right response to having a cock suddenly shoved into my virgin butt hole.

Finally, my brain settles on pleasure, and I realize that my whole-body clench is relaxing, and I am releasing my butt hole’s death grip on his cock. He feels me relax and starts to slowly push more of his cock into me. This makes my brain reconsider its decision and my body puts on the breaks again, resuming my butt’s death grip on his cock. He stops again, which causes my brain and body to give in again. After a seemingly endless series of stops and starts, I feel his hips press against my round fleshy butt, and I realize that he is fully inside me. And when I say fully, I mean Full. I never imagined such a full feeling. I feel like he is touching places that I didn’t even know I had inside me. In fact, I think he is pushing up against my pancreas. Where the heck is the pancreas anyway? It’s got to be up in there somewhere, right?

All thoughts of my pancreas fly out of my head as I feel him slowly draw his cock out of me. I feel like he is pulling my soul out of me through my butt. I almost laugh as I think about the movie “Riddick”, and the scenes where the Necromancer guy is pulling a person’s soul out of them. Except in my case, he is doing it from my butt hole. My urge to laugh is suddenly replaced by an overwhelming pleasure as he draws his cock along something VERY sensitive inside me. I moan out loud as I feel something so fantastic, it should have its own emoji. Then he pushes back in, causing me to start speaking in a language I have never heard before. I think if I could translate the words into English, they would come out as,

 "Oh my god that feels amazing. Fuck me Harder with that amazing cock of yours. Pound me until my guts spill out of my mouth.“

 Instead, to my ears the words sound like,

 "Arga ah ah Gah; gahd…”

Lucky for me, that he is fluent in “Cock Hungry Whore” or he is able to read my mind, because he starts to hammer into me fast and hard. This apparently rattles my brain enough that I can speak English again and I cry out,

 "God! Yes! More! Please!“

Like a true gentleman, he gives me exactly what I asked for. I have to brace my hands to keep from being driven face first into the couch again. I feel my tits flopping wildly again. They even Slap me in the face, as I look down and back, to see if I can see his cock pushing into me. That will teach me to get in the way of those things when they are bouncing out of control. The sudden realization that his heavy balls are Slapping against my sensitive pussy with each thrust, takes my mind off my swinging tits, and drives me headlong toward the cliff of another powerful orgasm.

As he bottoms out and Slap against my pussy one more time, I cum so hard that I let out a scream so high pitched that only dogs can hear it. At that same time, I feel his cock twitch inside me and his hands Clamp around my hips, as he shoots surge after surge after surge of cum Deep inside me. Then he collapses on top of my exhausted body. He is much larger than me and rather muscular. I feel like he will crush me. Again, my mind drifts to my mother and what she will think about her daughter, being crushed to death, with the man’s cock still hard in her ass.

 "Get out of my head Mom… Let me enjoy the feeling of this cock slowly softening in my butt,” I shout in my mind.

As I push all thoughts of my mother out of my head, I begin to really enjoy the feeling of this cock inside my butt. It is still so hot. My God, it is like it is on fire, warming me from the inside. And as it softens, I feel it slowly pulling from me. I feel my butt clenching, trying to hold this cock inside me. I don’t want it to go. I want to keep feeling this cock inside me. I am almost afraid of how empty I will feel when he is finally out of me. Then Pop, his cock finally pulls from my clenching butt hole.

As I feared, I feel empty and long for the cock that was just in my butt. “Justin… That’s his name,” I realize. Then I laugh at the way my brain finally came up with that, as I thought about his cock “just in” my butt.

Hearing me laughing unexpectedly, he asks me, “What… What’s so funny?”

Unable to control my laughter, I try to explain,

 "Justin… your name… and you were just in my butt… and just in my pussy… and just in my mouth…“

 At that point I begin laughing so hard that I can’t say any more.

He barks out a laugh and says,

 "You idiot… my name is Jason." 

Then he continues laughing as he sees the surprised look on my face. If I could lift my arm, I would slap my palm against my head. Instead, I begin laughing hysterically again. We are now both laughing so hard that I feel both of our bodies shaking uncontrollably. Thank God he finally rolls off of me though, or I would have literally died laughing. Well, at least I would go out having been so thoroughly fucked.

Although I would die happy, I sure as Hell would not be happy dying. As I lay here in the afterglow of pleasure I could never have imagined before, all I can think about is,

 "When can I do this again? When can I feel THIS again?”

 This may have been my first experience with a real cock, but I know for sure that it will Definitely not be my last. I want more… so much more. I want to know if all cocks feel like That or if it is just Justin… Jason… whoever… that can make me feel THIS.

 Even now I am thinking about that God of a man in my Chemistry class, and whether a guy that big will have a bigger cock than Jason. Then there is that guy with the dark chocolate skin who lives on the floor above mine in the dorm… Is it true what they say? I am so going to find out. I suddenly realize that there are a great many cocks in the world for me to sample… and I want to sample as many as I can…

I laugh at myself and how just a few hours ago, I was worrying myself to death over whether I was finally going to give up my virginity tonight. After years of being told how immoral sex outside of marriage is, and how sex for other than procreation is a sin,

 I was so wrought with guilt for wanting to experience it. Now, I can’t imagine going without this ever again. Fuck procreation and fuck my mother. I fucking Love the way THIS feels, and there is no fucking way I am abstaining from this ever again. 

In fact, I can’t wait to get my next cock in my hands… in my mouth… in All of me. I have so much lost time to make up for and I can’t wait to start…

By spr1987 for Literotica

 Rejects Her Shame

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?” 

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”

First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet. 

“It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.”

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

 "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“

 I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

 "I fucking Love this,”

 I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.”

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…”

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

 “I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.

 Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

 "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“

 In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

 "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”

“Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

“I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?”

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…

“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.

“Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

 "Please… put it in… Please… fuck me… Please… Fuck me Now…“

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time. 

 I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying, 

“Fuck Yeah… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.”

 “That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by That?”

“Fuck No,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

 "Give me All you got… 

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 double D tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, “You’ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.”

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn’t even sure I was standing next to. “Fuck,” I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won’t end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive butt hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

“Fuck,” I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my butt hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God… I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my butt hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn’t stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, “Oh,” as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight butt hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this… this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my butt around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock’s motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men… two cocks… one in my pussy and one in my butt… oh my God… do I really want to feel a cock in my butt??? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now… These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion, 

“Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my butt.”

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

 "You can put it in my… butt… You know… fuck my butt… if you want…“

"Oh God Yes,” he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my butt. Fortunately for me, he didn’t jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the air as I Gasp from the sudden intrusion. As my whole body Clenches in response to the large visitor in my butt, I feel like someone is touching me with live wires. Shock after shock races through my body, and my mind is short circuited as it tries to decide on the right response to having a cock suddenly shoved into my virgin butt hole.

Finally, my brain settles on pleasure, and I realize that my whole-body clench is relaxing, and I am releasing my butt hole’s death grip on his cock. He feels me relax and starts to slowly push more of his cock into me. This makes my brain reconsider its decision and my body puts on the breaks again, resuming my butt’s death grip on his cock. He stops again, which causes my brain and body to give in again. After a seemingly endless series of stops and starts, I feel his hips press against my round fleshy butt, and I realize that he is fully inside me. And when I say fully, I mean Full. I never imagined such a full feeling. I feel like he is touching places that I didn’t even know I had inside me. In fact, I think he is pushing up against my pancreas. Where the heck is the pancreas anyway? It’s got to be up in there somewhere, right?

All thoughts of my pancreas fly out of my head as I feel him slowly draw his cock out of me. I feel like he is pulling my soul out of me through my butt. I almost laugh as I think about the movie “Riddick”, and the scenes where the Necromancer guy is pulling a person’s soul out of them. Except in my case, he is doing it from my butt hole. My urge to laugh is suddenly replaced by an overwhelming pleasure as he draws his cock along something VERY sensitive inside me. I moan out loud as I feel something so fantastic, it should have its own emoji. Then he pushes back in, causing me to start speaking in a language I have never heard before. I think if I could translate the words into English, they would come out as,

 "Oh my god that feels amazing. Fuck me Harder with that amazing cock of yours. Pound me until my guts spill out of my mouth.“

 Instead, to my ears the words sound like,

 "Arga ah ah Gah; gahd…”

Lucky for me, that he is fluent in “Cock Hungry Whore” or he is able to read my mind, because he starts to hammer into me fast and hard. This apparently rattles my brain enough that I can speak English again and I cry out,

 "God! Yes! More! Please!“

Like a true gentleman, he gives me exactly what I asked for. I have to brace my hands to keep from being driven face first into the couch again. I feel my tits flopping wildly again. They even Slap me in the face, as I look down and back, to see if I can see his cock pushing into me. That will teach me to get in the way of those things when they are bouncing out of control. The sudden realization that his heavy balls are Slapping against my sensitive pussy with each thrust, takes my mind off my swinging tits, and drives me headlong toward the cliff of another powerful orgasm.

As he bottoms out and Slap against my pussy one more time, I cum so hard that I let out a scream so high pitched that only dogs can hear it. At that same time, I feel his cock twitch inside me and his hands Clamp around my hips, as he shoots surge after surge after surge of cum Deep inside me. Then he collapses on top of my exhausted body. He is much larger than me and rather muscular. I feel like he will crush me. Again, my mind drifts to my mother and what she will think about her daughter, being crushed to death, with the man’s cock still hard in her ass.

 "Get out of my head Mom… Let me enjoy the feeling of this cock slowly softening in my butt,” I shout in my mind.

As I push all thoughts of my mother out of my head, I begin to really enjoy the feeling of this cock inside my butt. It is still so hot. My God, it is like it is on fire, warming me from the inside. And as it softens, I feel it slowly pulling from me. I feel my butt clenching, trying to hold this cock inside me. I don’t want it to go. I want to keep feeling this cock inside me. I am almost afraid of how empty I will feel when he is finally out of me. Then Pop, his cock finally pulls from my clenching butt hole.

As I feared, I feel empty and long for the cock that was just in my butt. “Justin… That’s his name,” I realize. Then I laugh at the way my brain finally came up with that, as I thought about his cock “just in” my butt.

Hearing me laughing unexpectedly, he asks me, “What… What’s so funny?”

Unable to control my laughter, I try to explain,

 "Justin… your name… and you were just in my butt… and just in my pussy… and just in my mouth…“

 At that point I begin laughing so hard that I can’t say any more.

He barks out a laugh and says,

 "You idiot… my name is Jason." 

Then he continues laughing as he sees the surprised look on my face. If I could lift my arm, I would slap my palm against my head. Instead, I begin laughing hysterically again. We are now both laughing so hard that I feel both of our bodies shaking uncontrollably. Thank God he finally rolls off of me though, or I would have literally died laughing. Well, at least I would go out having been so thoroughly fucked.

Although I would die happy, I sure as Hell would not be happy dying. As I lay here in the afterglow of pleasure I could never have imagined before, all I can think about is,

 "When can I do this again? When can I feel THIS again?”

 This may have been my first experience with a real cock, but I know for sure that it will Definitely not be my last. I want more… so much more. I want to know if all cocks feel like That or if it is just Justin… Jason… whoever… that can make me feel THIS.

 Even now I am thinking about that God of a man in my Chemistry class, and whether a guy that big will have a bigger cock than Jason. Then there is that guy with the dark chocolate skin who lives on the floor above mine in the dorm… Is it true what they say? I am so going to find out. I suddenly realize that there are a great many cocks in the world for me to sample… and I want to sample as many as I can…

I laugh at myself and how just a few hours ago, I was worrying myself to death over whether I was finally going to give up my virginity tonight. After years of being told how immoral sex outside of marriage is, and how sex for other than procreation is a sin,

 I was so wrought with guilt for wanting to experience it. Now, I can’t imagine going without this ever again. Fuck procreation and fuck my mother. I fucking Love the way THIS feels, and there is no fucking way I am abstaining from this ever again. 

In fact, I can’t wait to get my next cock in my hands… in my mouth… in All of me. I have so much lost time to make up for and I can’t wait to start…

By spr1987 for Literotica

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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

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

"Like I said last night, you aren't fat."

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

"Hey, you wanna get her back?"

"Who?"

"Linda."

"Okay. How do we do that?"

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

"She might like that."

"Maybe. We'll see."

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Got a minute."

"Maybe, what's up?"

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

"Wait, why would they do..."

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

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

"That's what I said."

"Oh shit."

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

"That’s the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

"It seems fair," I answered.

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

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

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So they're naked," he answered.

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

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

"I'd do that to you."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right there, in public like this?"

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

"You wouldn't," he responded.

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

"You wouldn't," he repeated.

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

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

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

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

"Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get bit by a damn zipper. If I can be naked you can sure as hell drop your pants."

"Uh. Okay," he mumbled, undoing his pants and letting them fall.

"Oh yeah. That's what I want lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned as he sunk himself into her.

I shook my head, pulled my shorts back up from my thighs and went to my tent. I grabbed a towel and my shower and shave stuff. I walked to the middle of the road and picked up her clothes and tossed them into my chair before starting the walk to the showers, which I seemed to need again after the aborted one last night.

"Hey!" I heard Linda call as I was starting down the road. I paused a second and turned around to find her almost running from the camper with a towel around herself. "You going to the showers?"

"I am," I answered, not particularly sure I wanted anything to do with her after how she treated her friend. "But after last night..."

"Oh. I'm not Linda. I'm Sandy," she said quickly.

"Oh," I answered non-committal, as I turned and started to walk again.

"Um. Would you like some company?" she asked sounding hopeful.

"Why? Didn't you have enough fun at my expense last night?"

"That was Linda. She can go a bit overboard," Sandy answered.

"Didn't exactly answer my question."

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. Maybe we were a little hard on Tina, but damn she enjoyed it, didn't she? I mean she said she wanted to get screwed, and well....she sure as hell did. That's all she can talk about now, is how good it felt. I was just wondering..."

"If I'd fuck you?"

I looked over and saw her blushing a little. "Something like that."

I paused in the road and looked at her. I reached for the towel around her body and pulled it, pulling it off and leaving her naked. "It'll be on my terms."

"Okay."

"Men's showers."

"Okay," she said a little hesitantly.

"And you don't get to wear anything, at all, until we're back at camp."

She stood for a second thinking about it. I shrugged and turned to start to walk away, still holding her towel. "Okay," she said quickly, almost running the three steps to catch up. "Nothing to wear until we get back. But you have to promise to fuck me."

"Trust me, I will," I answered her as I continued to walk. She walked next to me, stark naked, not that there were all that many people to notice. The men's showers were empty when we got there, so there wasn't anyone else to see us. I walked to the counter with the sinks and slapped the counter. "Put your ass up here. Ever shaved a man?"

"His beard? No," she answered as she hoisted herself up on the counter.

"You will now," I said as I set my kit bag on the counter and started to pull out my shaving stuff. "Your first task is to get me hard," I said as I stepped between her legs.

"I can do that," she said, reaching down with both hands for my half hard cock, she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me towards her until my balls were pressed against her cunt. "Wanna play with my tits while I work on this?"

"I wouldn't mind," I answered, reaching up to both perky little B cup tits. I cupped each one and played with them, squeezing them and letting my fingers tease her quickly hardening nipples while she gently stroked and twisted her hands on my growing hard-on. "You might want to think about putting that in you pretty soon, since that's where I plan on having it while you shave me."

"You're going to fuck me while I shave you?" she asked in surprise.

"Honey, I plan on leaving it in you the entire time, including in the shower. Since you guys seemed intent on using me, I'm going to use you for my pleasure. Oh, don't worry," I said as she started to object. "I'll make sure you have a good climax when I'm done."

She paused her strokes for a few seconds and then loosened her legs around me. "Then I guess I better get to fucking you." She pushed my cock down to her cunt and rubbed my head up and down her already wet slit. She nestled me into her vaginal entrance and used her legs and hands on my hips to pull me towards her. "You know;" she gasped as she forced my head into her; "I don't do this a lot."

"What? Tease guys until they fuck you?" I asked, surprised at how tight she was. I moved my hands from her tits down to her hips and slipped them around to her ass, pulling her towards me as I slowly sunk into her cunt.

"Oh, no. Teasing guys is easy. Especially in the neighborhood. Stepping outside naked or sunbathing naked in our back yard. It's the fucking part I don't do very often," she said breathlessly as she stopped pulling me towards her, my cock only about half way into her tight cunt. "Oh, damn you're thick! I've heard about huge cocks like this."

"I've seen bigger," I answered as I pushed and pulled a little, working my cock in and out of her an inch or so.

"Well, I haven't done any," she moaned as I worked myself deeper and deeper into her with short little strokes. "God, I feel like you're going to split me wide open."

"I doubt that'll happen," I said as I held myself into her with my head jammed against her cervix, still two inches of me sticking out of her wet lips. "Why not just let that sit a while."

"Good idea," she panted. "So, what now?"

I handed her a can of shaving cream. "Lather my face."

She nodded and squirted some cream on her hand and used her fingers of her other hand to dip into it and spread around my stubbly cheeks. She was still rubbing it around when the husband from the campsite fuck walked in, stopping to stare at me. "Another?"

I looked at him. "I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd have jumped at the chance to shower with your wife."

"Over there? But someone else is already in there," he protested.

"Look, there aren't that many people in this campground, and from what I can tell, none of them are going to complain. So go shower with her, and if you see another naked woman, great. I'd be willing to bet your wife wouldn't let you get done showering without trying to have sex again."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty sure," I answered. "Hell, look at me. Anybody complaining because I have a naked woman in here with me?"

"Not me," he said with a grin.

"So go shower with your wife, and if she doesn't object, put her ass on the counter and fuck her. You never know what it might start down the road!"

"Yeah. Maybe so," he said as he walked back out of the shower house.

"You really think she won't complain?" Gary said as he exited.

"I'm pretty sure after the way she fucked me last night that she'll welcome the change," I whispered.

"Now. Shave? Just like you do to your cunt." I redirected to Sandy.

She used my razor to gently remove the stubble while I held her ass in my hands and slowly stroked myself in and out of her. I didn't want to press too hard to make her cut me, but at the same time I wanted to do it enough to keep my excitement growing. Once she finished and rinsed my razor I stroked into her harder, working both of us closer to climax before abruptly stopping and pulling from her. "I think it's time for the shower."

"Oh damn. You could have just kept doing that," she panted. "I was getting so damn close."

"I know," I said with a grin. "But trust me, we'll finish this." I pulled back and stepped to one of the shower stalls. I stepped in, leaving the door standing open like Naomi had the night before, and turned on the water. I handed Sandy the bottle of body wash and let her start washing me while I played with her nipples, teasing and squeezing them, to keep her body from forgetting just what we had been doing. It didn't take her long to finish washing me and start playing with my cock again.

I lifted one of her legs, setting it into a little soap dish in the wall. She reached up and grabbed the stem of the shower head, so she could hold herself propped between the two side walls of the stall. I wrapped both hands around her ass and stepped to her. I squatted down a little to bring my tip back to her cunt, and then pushed up into her. A long, slow moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I pushed ever deeper into her. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck me. Make me come, please!"

"Uh huh," I grunted as I started pushing in and out of her, this time allowing my climax to build more quickly, and with mine, hers. The water timed out and we still stood in the cubicle, stuffing my cock in and out of her tight cunt. I could feel her body responding, her hips trying to rock to grind her clit along my shaft and her legs trembling slightly as her orgasm built. Over and over my cock pushed deep into her, the need to complete, the urgency to keep stroking growing more undeniable with each passing moment.

"Oh shit!" she suddenly cried as her body stiffened, her already tight cunt squeezing me so tightly that it nearly stopped my shaft from pushing back into her. I shifted my hands on her ass and pulled it towards me as I thrust up into her, jamming my cock hard into her half a dozen and then a dozen more strokes.

"Uh Fuck!" I grunted as my body spasmed, jamming me hard into her, and gushing what little cum I had left in my balls, up into her. My body spasmed over and over as she climaxed on my cock, until we were left standing, panting heavily. I reached over and turned the water on, the cold water hitting us before it warmed. I eased my cock from her and let her stand as we rinsed each other off. "I think we're done."

"Oh yeah. If I can walk," she said with a little giggle. "God damn my cunt feels like I had a Yule log in it," she said as she kind of waddled out of the shower stall.

I chuckled and walked to the counter, picked up my towel and dried myself off. I stepped into the shorts I'd brought and packed my kit bag. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she said as I walked towards the door. She followed me, buck naked, out of the men’s shower house and down the road towards our campsites. She stopped in the middle of the road and turned to face me. She pulled her body to mine, pressing her tits to my chest as she lifted herself to kiss me. She gave me a long, wet, slow kiss before pushing away and wordlessly heading back to her camper, her bare ass wiggling enticingly. It was already late morning, and I hadn't decided what I was going to do that day, yet. I walked back to my tent, climbed in and flopped down, already tired.

By lunch time I'd woken from my nap. The camper across the street was gone. In some ways I was glad and in some ways, disappointed. I set about cooking myself some food since I'd skipped breakfast. Maybe I'd just stay the day and relax. I had no place I had to be, so why not? After brunch I walked up to the office to pay for another day's camping. I walked in and pressed the little doorbell to let them know someone was there.

"Hi there!" the young lady said as she came out of what I assumed was a residence behind the office. She had on short shorts and a snug t-shirt that seemed to be molded to her full round tits, two prominent bumps pushing the material out on either side of chest. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I need to pay for another night. I think I'm just going to hang out today."

"Oh? Well, we can arrange that," she said with a smile, pulling out the papers for my one night. "That'll be another sixty dollars." I handed her my card to let her run it through the machine. "You know," she said quietly. "There was a lot of interesting stuff going on around here last night," she said, holding my card and leaning over onto the counter so she was leaning on her elbows, her big tits pushing out and down between her arms.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Seems there was at least one man in the ladies showers last night."

"Really?" I asked innocently.

"As long as no one complains, I'm not about to tell people to stop what they're doing. I mean on some slow days I'll go take a dip in the pool and my swimsuit might accidently fall off or something. That ever happen to you?"

"My swimsuit fall off or seeing someone's swimsuit fall off?" I asked.

"Maybe both?" she asked, shifting and crossing her arms on the counter so that her hands were near each breast.

"Hmm. Can't say I have."

"Mom was kind of surprised last night too. She said she saw a few people headed to the showers without anything on. I told her it made sense, since you didn't wear anything in the shower," she said with a giggle. "She didn't think it was funny, but I think she was kind of having fun looking," she said, one thumb slowly stroking her own nipple. "Especially at the big hard-on the guy had wagging around."

"I see. Is that how she found out there was a man in the ladies showers?"

"Well, she saw a man go in there and was going to chase him out, but when she got to the shower house, she said she didn't have the heart to spoil whoever was having fun."

"Oh, well, maybe that was the best thing," I said as she continued to tease her nipple.

"Seemed kind of disappointed though."  The girl added.

"Yeah? About what?" I did my best to act completely uninformed.

"Well, it's been an awfully long time since she's had any of that kind of fun."

"I see." My god, was this gal trying to set up a 3-way?

"It's kind of hot today, isn't it?" the vixen continued to tease.

"Seems like it," I agreed.

 She nodded as she used her fingers to pull on the front of her t-shirt, working the hem of her shirt up her body until she had it bunched up over the top of both her round tits, the bare creamy white orbs sticking out over her arms, both nipples standing erect from the center of the pink circular areola on each mound.

What the hell! This mother-daughter pair must be on the prowl for man-meat.

"Well, anyway. I know mom has to clean the showers later. There's the ladies and the men's ;and then the little one by the pool. As hot as it's supposed to be today, after she finished the other ones and did the little outside one by the pool, she wouldn't be wearing all that much."

"Kind of like you?"

"Maybe even less than me. She might even just decide to take a dip in the pool."

"In the pool where swimsuits sometimes fall off?"

"Uh huh. Usually around the middle of the afternoon...if it happens. I mean not that she always has a swimsuit on. One time I saw her just take her clothes off and get in the water that way. Never know, something might coax her to do that again."

"I see. And what do you suppose would coax her to do that?" I asked as I stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it, my arms crossed so my hands were near hers. My face was only a few fractions of an inch from hers as I let my right hand reach across hers and gently run one finger across her hard exposed nipple.

"Well, she said the guy she saw go in the shower was pretty hunky. Been a while since she called any guy hunky. Well, anyway, if that hunky guy just happened to be around and just happened to have his swimsuit fall off in the pool, never know what might happen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled and asked her quietly, "Are you trying to fix me up with your mom?"

She blushed a bit. "Well, the way the ladies in the RV were talking when they checked out... well, it seems that you're not afraid of a little fun... and well... mom hasn't had any of that kind of fun in a long time."

"That's what you said," I answered, still stroking her nipple, letting my finger run around and around it.

"You know, I'm thinking..." she said as she moved her arms so that her tits were completely exposed in front of me. She set the card back on the counter and whispered, "If you wanted to stay tonight no charge, I'm sure mom wouldn't mind. Especially if you wanted to hang out around the pool this afternoon?"

"I see. I suppose I could arrange to hang out by the pool a while," I answered quietly, straightening up. I reached out and cupped both big soft tits, letting my thumbs stroke back and forth across her hard nipples. "Around the middle of the afternoon... Any chance your swim-suit might fall off too?"

She looked at me with a little surprise on her face. "At the same time?"

"Well, if you're going to give me a free night..." I answered her, giving her tits a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe," she said with a grin. "You never know."

"In that case, I guess I'll just hang out here today and see what kind of fun drops by," I answered her with a grin before turning and walking out of the office. I really didn't have any plans. I just hoped mom looked half as good as the daughter.

By m storyman x for Literotica.