by Original_Aramis, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was very late in the afternoon when the taxi carrying Jeremy Fuller arrived at its destination. Jeremy looked out of the window as the taxi rolled up the drive and stopped in front of the house, a smile crossing his tired face.

The house was pretty much as he remembered it; the grounds were neat and well-kept, the grass green and cut close, the house neat and tidy. Jeremy had been away at school in Europe for the past two years, and this was his first trip home. It was his uncle’s idea that he attend school in Europe; he had done it when he was young and always said it was the best thing to ever happen to him next to getting custody of Jeremy.

Jeremy’s uncle had raised him since his parents were killed when he was six, and had done an excellent job of it. He had no brothers or sisters or any other living relatives and his uncle was a bachelor, so he was the sole object of his uncle’s attention. He loved his uncle like a father, and had missed him while he was gone. He had been looking forward to the trip home for months; the only thing to throw a damper in the works was the last-minute letter he got from his uncle the day before he got on the plane to fly home.

Seems that there was a problem with one of his holdings in South America, and he had to go take care of it. He’d only be gone for about a week, but he’d be leaving the day that Jeremy was getting on the plane to come home. That meant he’d have the house all to himself for the first four or five days that he was home; he guessed that would be OK, since he’d just relax by the pool, go downtown during the evening, and maybe even get lucky and score once or twice before his uncle got home. European women were nice, but he was looking forward to some good old American ass.

Jeremy walked up and opened the door to the house as the taxi drove away, then walked inside and dropped his bags on the floor next to the door. The house was cool and quiet, and he saw an envelope with his name on it lying on the small table in the hallway. He picked it up, opened it, and took out the sheet of paper inside. It was a note from his uncle, telling him that he was sorry he couldn’t be there for the first few days, but that he’d get home as soon as he could. He also said for Jeremy to enjoy himself and have fun, telling him where the keys to the car were. But it was the last paragraph that caught his eye.

“And don’t worry about keeping the place neat; I’ve hired a live-in maid since you left, and she does quite a good job of taking care of things. Her name is Claudia; I think you’ll like her. Welcome home! Love, Uncle Andy.”

Claudia; what an intriguing name, Jeremy thought. And just what did he mean by ‘I think you’ll like her,’ he thought to himself. Oh, well, he thought, he’d find out soon enough. He picked up his bags and headed upstairs to his old room.

The room was exactly as he remembered it, and it seemed like no one had touched it since he left. Everything was in the same places as he last remembered seeing them, although there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen. He dropped his bags on the floor and then stood in the center of the room and looked around, feeling glad to be home.

“Welcome home, Master Jeremy,” a feminine voice said from behind him.

Startled, Jeremy turned around quickly. Standing behind him with her hands behind her back and wearing a traditional French maid’s outfit was the woman who just had to be Claudia. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her for the first time. She was about 5 and a half feet tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a very trim figure. She also had the nicest, roundest pair of tits he’d ever seen! They were absolutely stunning,  and the dress was cut low enough to show about a mile of cleavage. He could see the tops of her busty breasts rising and falling as she breathed. He could only imagine the industrial-strength bra she had to be wearing to hold those mammaries in. She laughed gaily and broke his trance.

“I’m sorry, Master Jeremy, I didn’t mean to startle you!” she said, smiling at him.

“No, that’s okay, really!” he said, flustered and embarrassed at having been caught staring at her huge tits. “I didn’t mean to…well, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…” he stammered, not knowing what to say. Claudia laughed again.

“That’s quite all right, Master Jeremy, I’m used to the reaction I get when men see me for the first time; actually, I take it as a compliment!” She took a step into the room and introduced herself. “I’m Claudia, as I’m sure you’ve figured out. I’m your uncle’s housekeeper, and he’s instructed me to take good care of you until he gets home,” she explained. She walked over and picked up his bags, showing more of her spectacular cleavage to him as she bent over. She carried the bags over to his bed and put them there, and for the first time he noticed that the short skirt of her outfit revealed a pair of very shapely legs which led up to a firm, rounded ass. He caught himself and brought his eyes up to hers before she turned around and caught him staring again.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Master Jeremy?” she asked, smiling at him. Her choice of words did not go unnoticed by Jeremy.

“No, thank you. And please, my name is Jeremy; you can stop with the ‘master’ stuff, okay?” he said, smiling at her. She smiled back in response.

“Okay, Jeremy,” she said, and then walked towards the door. “Your uncle left another note for you on your dresser, by the way. I have some things to attend to downstairs, so I’ll leave you to get settled in.” She paused at the door and turned to face him again. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you before I leave?” she asked again, still smiling at him.

‘Yeah, you can wrap those massive tits around my head and smother me with them!’ he thought to himself.

“No thank you, Claudia. I’m going to take a shower and relax a bit,” he replied, looking over and seeing the envelope on the dresser. “The long flight over kind of wore me out.”

“Very good, Jeremy, I’ll check with you in an hour or so!” she smiled at him and then left, closing the door behind her. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a pair of thong panties hiding beneath that short skirt of her.

If she wore panties at all, that is.

Jeremy walked over to the dresser, picked up the envelope, and read the short note inside.

“Jeremy,

So what do you think of Claudia? Quite spectacular, isn’t she? Believe it or not, I hired her based on a telephone interview and didn’t actually see her until she showed up her first day. Needless to say I was very glad I hired her! And the French maid outfit was her idea, by the way…she insisted on wearing it as her uniform, which is quite all right with me as I’m sure it is with you as well. She’s a sweet girl who’s very good at her job, although I have a feeling there’s a wild side to her that I haven’t seen.

But I’ll let you tell me all about that when I get home!

Again, welcome home!

Uncle Andy”

Jeremy folded the note and put it back in the envelope. A wild side, huh? He thought to himself as he got undressed to get in the shower. He could certainly see where his uncle would get that idea from, especially if she used the same double-meaning phrases with him that she just used with Jeremy. And she had to know how incredibly low-cut her dress was and just how much cleavage she was showing, didn’t she? After all, she chose it herself, not her uncle. Thong panties would tell the tale, he thought as he turned on the water in the shower; if she’s wearing thong panties, then she’s got a wild side for sure!

If she wore panties at all, that is.

Jeremy took a shower, washing the 19 hours of travel off of his body, and then lay down on his bed to take a nap. He was so tired he didn’t bother to get dressed; he just lay down on his back and fell instantly asleep in the comfort of his own bed. He didn’t wake up until much later, and when he did it was full dark outside. He glanced at the clock to see what time it was and was surprised to see that it was a little after nine PM. He turned on the light next to the bed, threw back the blanket covering him and swung his feet over the sit of the bed as he sat up; then it hit him.

‘I don’t remember covering up with a blanket!’ He thought. 'I don’t remember a blanket even being laid out on the bed!’ Could he have gotten up and retrieved the blanket, only to be so tired that he didn’t remember it? He thought that may have been it; after all, he was more tired than he thought when he stepped out of the shower, falling asleep right away. In any event, he stood up and picked up one of his bags, then placed it on the bed. He opened it and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt; he quickly slipped these on (he never wore underwear) and then slipped his bare feet into his well-worn deck shoes. Then he went over to the dresser to run a comb through his hair before going downstairs to get something to eat from the kitchen.

That’s when he saw the note stuck in the frame of the mirror.

“I fixed a plate for you and put it in the refrigerator. All you have to do is put it in the microwave for 4 minutes and that’s it. Hope you had a nice nap! Claudia.”

So she had been in his room! And she had obviously gotten a close look at him since she was invariably the one who had covered him with the blanket. Jeremy was so taken aback by the realization that she had been in there while he was sleeping naked on his bed that he didn’t know whether to be upset or amused. After a very few moments he was neither; he found himself intrigued and slightly aroused. He wondered if she had stood over him, looking down at his naked form before she covered him, and wondered what she had thought. He also wondered how long she had been in there.

He went downstairs and found the plate in the kitchen just like the note said, and then nuked it according to instructions. After he finished eating he put the plate in the sink and went back upstairs to unpack. He didn’t see or hear Claudia for the rest of the night; he figured that she was probably either in her room or out on the town. In either case he didn’t think he’d see her again that night, so after he finished unpacking he went back to bed.

He got up the next morning bright and early, showered again, got dressed in the same jeans and t-shirt he’d briefly had on the night before, then went downstairs to get some breakfast and read the paper. It would be nice to read an American paper for a change.

As soon as he walked into the hallway he smelled the sausage, bacon and eggs cooking. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen and saw Claudia in her French maid outfit standing over the stove, putting the finishing touches on his eggs. She noticed him in the doorway and smiled.

“Good morning, Jeremy! How did you sleep?” she asked, turning the bacon. The tops of her huge breasts jiggled with her every move.

“Like a rock,” he replied, walking over and sitting down at the table. He wasn’t going to mention anything about her coming into his room unless she did. Set out on the table in front of him was a knife, fork, plate, a glass of orange juice and the morning paper. This girl thought of everything.

“Good! I hope you don’t mind my coming in and covering you up,” she said, brining the pan with his eggs over and scraping the scrambled eggs out onto his plate. She bent over beside him and gave him another long look at her spectacular cleavage. “When I came in to check on you after an hour and you didn’t answer the knock on your door, I thought it would be wise to see if you were okay.” She straightened up and took the empty pan back to the stove, then returned with the bacon and sausage. He got another look at her twin peaks when she did this. “You didn’t look cold; actually, you looked fine, but I thought it would be best to cover you up anyway,” she explained, taking the empty pan over to the stove.

'There’s that double-meaning statement again!’ Jeremy thought.

“Thank you, I appreciate you looking out for me like that,” he said as he started to eat his breakfast.

“It was my pleasure, really!” she said, smiling at him.

'I just bet it was!’ He thought.

“I’ve already eaten, and there are some things I have to take care of this morning, so I’ll leave you to your eggs and paper,” she said, picking up the remnants of the bacon and sausage wrappings and walking over to the trash can. “If there’s anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask!” she said as she turned away from him and stepped on the pedal for the trash can in the corner. The lid popped up and she dropped the trash into it. Some of it missed the can and fell to the floor; she bent over from the waist without bending her knees to pick it up and put it in the trash can, then left the room without turning around to see the look on Jeremy’s face.

She was wearing a thong.

Jeremy smiled, then went back to eating his breakfast.

When Jeremy returned to his room after breakfast, the first thing he noticed was that Claudia had unpacked his luggage. The next thing he noticed was the neatly folded towel lying on the bed, next to his racing style swim trunks. Lying on top of the trunks was a short note which read, “Just in case you decide to go for a swim later on!”

When he bought the trunks in Europe he wasn’t particularly fond of them at first, but that was all he could find in that part of the world. The thought of walking around in a skin-tight Spandex bathing suit that showed every curve, bump and vein - especially when he had an erection, which was frequently on the nude beaches at first - made him uncomfortable. He eventually got used to them and now didn’t think twice about wearing them. He even got used to the nude beaches, and the all-too-frequent erections slowed considerably. After six months of seeing European women walking around topless, it took a woman with a really spectacular body to get that kind of reaction out of him.

A woman with a body like Claudia’s.

At first he didn’t know what to think, and then he decided what the hell - after he got back from visiting some old friends in town, he just might go for that swim and see what happened. He had a feeling, and wanted to see if he was right.

He went downstairs to get the car keys and tell Claudia he was leaving. He followed the sound of the vacuum cleaner and found her in his uncle’s study, vacuuming the rug. He stood in the doorway for several moments, watching her move the vacuum cleaner around the room. When she turned in his direction he got another good view of her mammoth breasts which were bobbing like crazy as she worked the vacuum. After a long minute she finally looked up and noticed him, jumping a bit. They both smiled as she shut off the machine, and he spoke first.

“Now it’s my turn to startle you!” he said. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to sneak up on you!”

“I guess I had it coming,” she said, still smiling at him. “So now we’re even! What can I do for you, Jeremy?” she asked.

“I just wanted to let you know that I was going out for a while to see some old friends,” he said. “I should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Would you like me to have lunch waiting for you when you get back?” she asked.

“That would be great, yes,” he said, marveling at this girl’s efficiency. “And after lunch, I think I’ll go for that swim,” he said, leaving the open-ended statement hanging there. She smiled broadly, her eyes lighting up as she replied.

“Wonderful! I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!” she said, giving him an open-ended statement of her own to ponder as he walked away.

He returned to the house around noon, and true to her word Claudia had lunch waiting for him. The sandwich and chips were the perfect lunch, and Jeremy told her so when she set the plate down in front of him, again showing him her mile-long cleavage.

“Thank you, Jeremy, that’s very sweet!” she said, smiling at him. She walked towards the door and then stopped, turning to ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

'Okay, I’ll play your game!’ he thought.

“No, this is just fine, Claudia…for now,” he replied, smiling a wry smile at her. She smiled very broadly at his response before replying.

“You just call me if you want anything else from me!” she said, and then walked through the door.

'And so the game begins,’ Jeremy thought as he ate his lunch. He had a pretty good idea where things were headed, and he really hoped he was right. If he didn’t get to see those huge tits naked soon, he’d go absolutely crazy!

After he finished eating he went upstairs, changed into his swim trunks, and headed down to the pool, the towel slung over his shoulder. The day was bright, clear, and hot, and the water felt good on his skin as he dove into the pool. He swam a few laps in the Olympic-size pool, then hoisted himself out of the cool water and headed for the chaise lounge, picking up his towel from where he dropped it on the way. He ran his hands over his head to squeegee the water out, then lay down on the big padded lounge chair, letting the sun warm his body and dry the water from his skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his mind wander and was not surprised to find it wandering over Claudia and those luscious tits. His thoughts combined with the warm sun on his crotch began to have the inevitable effect and he felt his cock swelling slightly, pressing against the snug material of his suit.

'I wonder what the rest of her looks like’? He thought to himself. As if on cue, from behind him came Claudia’s voice.

“Would you mind if I joined you, Jeremy?”

He opened his eyes and turned his head to see her standing behind his chair, smiling down at him. He could have sworn she was staring at his crotch when he first turned his head, but he wasn’t sure. She was wearing a short white terrycloth pool robe which stopped just below the cheeks of her ass, and was carrying a towel.

“Please do!” he said, gesturing to the chaise lounge next to his. He made no move to cover his partial erection which was plainly visible through his tight suit.

“Thank you!” she said. She walked over to the lounge and spread the towel out to lie on, giving Jeremy a good look at the underside of her ass as she did so. Not surprisingly, her bathing suit was a thong, too, he was glad to see. She turned at sat down on the lounge facing Jeremy, leaving her robe on. She smiled at him as she spoke.

“How long were you in Europe, Jeremy?” she asked, genuinely interested. She leaned forward on her knees, and Jeremy saw more of her fantastic cleavage than ever. He couldn’t wait to see the suit she had on under that robe!

“Two years,” he said, “most of it in France going to school. I did a couple of internships in Belgium and Germany, but mostly it was France.”

“Did you like France?” she asked.

“Yes, I did,” he replied. “The people were very nice, and once you got used to the cultural differences, it was just great.”

“Cultural differences?”

“Yep; Europeans in general and the French in particular have a very different attitude,” he explained, “much more relaxed than ours. They don’t let the trivial things upset them, and their attitude on nudity is just great.”

“What attitude is that?” she asked, letting him steer the conversation. He had a feeling she knew she was being steered and didn’t mind.

“They don’t mind it. You see topless ads on billboards and in papers all the time, plus full-frontal female nudity on TV is no big thing.”

“They have topless beaches there, too, right?” she asked, doing some steering of her own.

“Yes, they do; they have fully nude ones, too,” he replied.

“Did you go to them?” she asked, smiling again.

“The topless ones, yes, but not the fully nude ones,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing the naked female form just as much as the next guy, but there’s something about seeing guys walking around on the beach naked that just doesn’t appeal to me.”

“So you were okay with the topless beaches?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

Her smile broadened as she sat up. “Good! Then this won’t bother you,” she said as she stood up and untied the belt holding the robe closed. She took the robe off and revealed her huge, round breasts to him; she was topless, and it took Jeremy a little by surprise but only because her tits were so much bigger than he thought they were. He thought that the mile-long cleavage she had been showing him was due to the bras she wore, but he now saw that her cleavage was natural.

Her breasts were huge, round and full with just a little bit of sag from their great weight. Her nipples were small and perfect, surrounded by large pale areolas. Her mammoth mounds swayed on her chest with her movements as she folded the robe and placed it on the ground beneath the lounge. The thong bottoms that she wore were dark blue and were barely big enough to cover her pubic mound. He was sure from the small size of the thong bottoms that she trimmed her pubic bush; she had to, or else he would have seen otherwise. He swallowed hard as she spoke again, sitting down and then laying back on the lounge to face the sun.

“I always sunbathe topless,” she said, closing her eyes and letting the sun hit her skin. Her breasts hardly flattened out at all when she lay back, and Jeremy could see her nipples beginning to crinkle from the heat of the sun. She turned her head to him and asked, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Mind?” he said, trying hard not to stammer, “Why in the world would I mind?” He was trying hard to keep his concentration; it was a fight since most of the blood in his body was now rushing to his cock, which was rapidly growing to its full size. He felt it straining against the material of his suit, and he was sure that she saw it. Actually, he was hoping she had.

“Good,” she said, turning her face back to the sun. “I hate tan lines on my breasts. And I’m glad to see you like them, Jeremy,” she said, smiling with her eyes closed.

Caught off guard by her statement, Jeremy was quiet for a few moments. She turned to look at him and laughed when she saw the look on his face; her melons shook as she laughed. Then she sat up and propped herself up on one elbow as she spoke. Her tits lay against each other, the nipples hard and erect now.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Jeremy,” she said, “I have much the same attitude as the French do about nudity and the human body. It doesn’t bother me at all to be topless or even naked in front of you, and I consider your getting an erection as a compliment. Besides, you should be very proud,” she continued, looking down at the clear outline of his fully erect shaft, her eyes traveling up and down the length as she spoke. “You have a beautiful cock.”

“Thank you,” he replied, not sure of what else to say.

“You’re welcome,” she said, looking back up to his eyes, her voice slightly breathy and excited. “Now why don’t you come over here and fuck me with it before we both go crazy?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Jeremy replied. He stood up and untied the drawstrings of his suit and then pulled it down his legs, setting his throbbing cock free. Claudia’s eyes never left his cock as she lay back and untied the strings of her thong bottoms, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. She put her feet on the lounge and spread her thighs wide as Jeremy climbed on the lounge, positioning himself above her. He had just enough time to notice that her pubic hair was trimmed close and in a narrow strip, and that her outer lips were shaven smooth. She held her arms out to him, her huge breasts pressed together by her upper arms, and wrapped her legs around him as he slid his hard cock deep inside her already-wet pussy. She moaned as he drove deep, holding him tight with her legs as he began thrusting in long, deliberate strokes.

“Oh my God, you feel so good!” she breathed as he moved on top of her.

“So do you!” he said, feeling her clamp down on his cock with her inner muscles.

“Make this one hard and fast, Jeremy,” she said, gasping for breath as he thrust hard and deep, “we can take our time later!”

“You got it,” he said, and began thrusting in and out of Claudia’s tight, wet pussy in hard, deep, and fast strokes. They moved together in perfect rhythm, thrusting against each other, Jeremy driving his shaft deeply into her pussy as Claudia lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts and allow him in deep. He could feel her huge breasts pressing against his chest as she held him close, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, as he drove his cock in and out of her in hard strokes. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him as she pushed his hips forward with her heels, driving him in deeper and deeper as she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. He knew what was about to happen, and drove harder.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!” she cried, and she did. Her back arched as her orgasm exploded inside her, and she cried out as the waves crashed over her senses. Jeremy felt her pussy clamp down on his cock as she came hard. Then his own orgasm overtook him and he moaned loudly as his cock exploded inside Claudia’s pussy, pumping and throbbing, shooting stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her. She cried out as she felt his cock throbbing and pumping inside her pussy, filling her with his cum, and she bit down on his shoulders to stifle her screams of ecstasy as she came again. She held him tightly as he came inside her, feeling his cock shooting again and again. She held on until both of their orgasms were spent and he collapsed on top of her. She let her legs drop to the sides of the chaise lounge, and they both lay there panting and gasping for breath. After a few minutes Jeremy lifted himself up and smiled down at her.

“Wow!” he said, trying to catch his breath. “That was incredible!”

“Just wait 'till I get you in my bedroom,” she said, smiling back up at him, breathless as well. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

“I’m sure I haven’t!” he replied, holding himself up above her.

“How about a quick swim to cool off before we go?” she asked.

“Sounds good to me!” he said, getting up and feeling his now-soft cock slide out of her. She quickly got to her feet and ran to the pool, diving in. He followed her in and they splashed around in the pool for a short while; while there she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed for the first time. The kiss was warm, soft, and wet, and he could feel himself stirring as she kissed him, her tongue dancing with his. She felt it, too.

“Already?” she asked, breaking off the kiss. “Wow, I’m impressed!”

“Just wait 'till I get you in your bedroom,” he said, squeezing the rounded cheeks of her ass in his hands, “you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

They both laughed, and then got out of the pool. They quickly gathered up their things and ran to the house, Claudia leading him by the hand. Once in her room they dropped what they were carrying and embraced, kissing again, tongues dancing once more. She pressed her entire body against him, and he could feel the firm mounds of her huge breasts pressing firmly against his chest. They both felt his cock begin to rise.

“First we shower,” she said, breaking off the kiss, “to get rid of the chlorine. I hate the taste of chlorine! Then, we go to bed,” she continued, “where I intend to totally have my way with you and fuck you silly!”

They went into the attached bathroom and got in the shower, the water hot on their skin. They soaped each other up, washing the sweat and chlorine from each other’s bodies. Jeremy ran his hands over, up, under, and around her massive breasts, lifting the soapy globes in each hand and marveling at their great size and weight. He ran his fingers over the nubs of her nipples, and she gasped at the sensation. She ran her hands down his stomach and grasped his cock with both hands, working the suds up and sliding her slippery hands up and down his quickly-hardening shaft. They kissed again as she gripped him hard, and he slid his hands around to grasp her firmly by the ass and pull her to him as they kissed.

They rinsed the lather from their bodies and got out, quickly drying each other off with two thick, soft towels. When she got to his cock Claudia knelt down in front of him and slipped her soft, wet mouth over his cock, sucking it firmly into her mouth. He moaned as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft as she kneaded and massaged his smooth-shaven balls. She did this for several long, pleasurable minutes before she released his cock from her lips and stood up, kissing him lightly.

“I could make you cum like that, but I think I’ll save that for later on,” she said, pumping his cock in her hand. “Right now, let’s go into the bedroom!”

They went into Claudia’s bedroom and walked over to the bed where they embraced and kissed again. Jeremy’s cock was rock-hard, and Claudia could feel the hardness of his shaft pressing against her abdomen. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing shaft with her hand, pumping it slowly and firmly as they kissed. She broke off the kiss and stepped back, then put her hands on Jeremy’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. She quickly climbed on top of him and spun around to face his feet, putting her knees on either side of his head. Jeremy had a clear view of her perfectly shaped, smooth shaven and clean pussy, but he only had the view for a moment before Claudia dropped her pussy down onto his mouth as she grabbed his cock with one hand, his balls with the other, and slipped her mouth down on his shaft. As she sucked the pre-cum from the head of his cock, Jeremy reached up and grabbed the firm, rounded globes of Claudia’s ass and pulled her pussy down firmly onto his mouth, running his tongue up and down her wet slit and then probing inside her tunnel with it.

They went at each other like this for a long time, Jeremy sucking and licking on her pussy and clit while Claudia worked over his shaft and balls. She sucked his smooth balls into her wet mouth one at a time, rolling them over her tongue before letting them go and clamping her mouth on his cock again. She jumped as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and then sucked on it, making her thighs tighten around his head. He felt her pussy flood, and knew that she would cum soon. He thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy, then ran it up over her clit; he repeated the process several times, and it only took a few moments for her to cum all over his face and tongue. She cried out around the shaft of his cock in her mouth as she came, clamping her thighs on his head as he sucked on her clit. Her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, and she sucked harder on his cock.

Claudia came twice like this, then released his cock and lifted her throbbing pussy from his face. She got up and spun around, straddling his cock as she faced him. Without a word she grabbed his cock and pointed it up at her pussy, then sat down on it, impaling herself on his shaft. She took it all with one stroke and immediately began riding him, sliding up and down his long, hard shaft in deep strokes. Her mammoth breasts bobbed and swayed with her movements, and he reached up to take them in both hands. He squeezed them hard, pulling and pinching on the nipples as she rode him, taking his entire cock deep inside her pussy with each downward thrust of her hips. She came several times like this, each orgasm more intense than the last, her body shaking with the intensity. Still she rode him, sliding up and down on his cock relentlessly.

Without warning he grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her off of him, his cock slipping out of her pussy as she fell. He got up and turned her over face-down on the bed, moving in behind her. She knew what he wanted and got up onto her knees, lifting her hips up and presenting her rounded ass to him while lying on her crossed forearms, her mammoth breasts pressed against the mattress. He immediately grabbed her by the hips and thrust his hard cock deep inside her pussy, deeper than he’d been before, and she cried out as she felt the head of his cock hit the end of her tunnel. He immediately began thrusting in and out of her pussy, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls hitting her clit with each thrust. She grabbed the sheets in her fists and hung on as he fucked her hard and fast; she started to cum then, crying out as he rocked her with his thrusts, making her cum again and again. She was his sex toy to do with as he pleased, and she was loving every second of it!

Then he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, grabbing her legs at the back of her knees and pulling them up as he pulled her towards him. She was panting for breath as he slipped his cock back inside her and leaned forward, lying down on top of her as he slipped his hands beneath her ass and gripped it hard. She pulled her knees up and apart to let him in as deeply as she could, and he began thrusting in and out of her tunnel in long, deep strokes. She wrapped her lithe legs tightly around him, squeezing his cock with her pussy as he slid in and out, trying her best to make him cum. Her best was good enough, because in a few short minutes he told her that he was going to cum.

“Cum on my tits! Please, Jeremy, cum all over my big tits for me!” she pleaded in his ear. She felt Jeremy nod against her shoulder as he continued to fuck her hard and deep. His thrusts deepened and she felt his cock widen, indicating that he was getting ready to cum. She moaned and squeezed his cock hard with her pussy, thrusting her tongue in his ear to help set him off. It did.

Just as he was starting to cum Jeremy sat up and pulled his cock out of Claudia’s pussy, gripping it with his hand and pumping it as it began to shoot. Claudia grabbed her big tits and pushed them together just as the first long, thick stream of cum landed on them. Jeremy cried out as his cock pumped and throbbed, shooting stream after stream of hot cum onto Claudia’s huge mounds. She laughed out loud as she saw his big cock spitting its white juice out, flying through the air and landing all over her tits and stomach. She had never seen a man cum so much, and she loved it! By the time Jeremy’s cock finally stopped spitting cum, her tits were covered with long lines of white, sticky cum. Jeremy, his cock sated and spent, sat back on his heels, panting for breath.

“Hmm, so much lovely cum!” Claudia said, reaching up and rubbing the cum into her tits. “I’ve never seen a man shoot so much cum before!”

“Well, it’s been a while,” Jeremy said, catching his breath. The sight of her rubbing his cum into her tits excited him, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was giving it to her again. “I was really busy the last two months I was in France and I didn’t have much time to socialize,” he said.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to help you make up for lost time!” she said, smiling and licking the cum from her fingers. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you lying naked on your bed, you know,” she said, a coy look on her face. “I was starting to think you weren’t interested!”

“Oh, I was interested, all right!” he said, lying next to her on the bed and propping himself up on one elbow. “I was interested from the moment I saw you in that French maid’s outfit with your tits popping out of it!” He reached over and ran a finger over her nipple, making her gasp and the nipple crinkle up.

“I thought you’d like my outfit,” she said. “Your uncle likes it, too. Besides,” she continued, “not every woman has breasts like mine, and I’m proud of them! I love to show them off!”

“Just how big are you, anyway?” he asked.

“I wear a size 34 triple D bra and measure 44 inches around the nipples with a tape measure,” she said proudly. “Furthermore, my waist is 22 inches and my hips are 34 inches!”

“Gorgeous,” he said, impressed. “Absolutely gorgeous!”

“Why, thank you, Master Jeremy!” she said playfully.

“About my uncle…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Not to worry, Jeremy, your uncle is a sweet, generous man, but there’s nothing going on between us,” she explained, much to Jeremy’s relief. “Aside from being way too old for me, he’s my boss, and it’s never ever a good idea to get involved with your boss. I know he likes looking at my tits and ass, and that’s fine with me because I like showing them off, but that’s as far as it goes.”

“And you’re not worried about getting involved with me?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she replied, propping herself up on one elbow. “You’re not the boss, and I hardly think you have any complaints about the quality of my service, now do you?” she asked playfully, smiling at him.

“None at all,” he replied, smiling back.

“Besides, I know your uncle is just dying to hear about my 'wild side!’” she said, totally surprising him.

“How did you know about that?” Jeremy asked.

“I saw the note before he sealed it up,” she explained. “He had a phone call, and I saw it when I walked past.”

“I won’t say a word to him if you don’t want me to,” Jeremy swore.

“Actually,” Claudia said, her hand wandering down to Jeremy’s cock, “We have three more days before your uncle gets back. I was thinking that we should see just how much we can give you to talk about!” She grasped his cock and began tugging on it, smiling a wicked smile as she did so. His cock immediately began to grow in her grasp, and she pushed him over onto his back before leaning over and sucking his cock into her mouth.

'My uncle is never going to believe this!’ Jeremy thought as he watched Claudia’s head move slowly up and down, 'if I can survive the next three days to tell him, that is!’

Finis.

by Original_Aramis for Literotica

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

My girlfriend was the love of my life, but I loved challenging her to break out of her shell. I never knew how far would be too far for her, so I pushed to see. I was pleasantly surprised when she exceeded the challenge.

The challenge came when we were on vacation in Las Vegas. I had been planning this for a while, but never in my wildest imagination would I expect what happened.

It all started when I bought her this really sexy, black dress that clung to every curve of her body, it showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg, I bought the thigh high sexiest stockings and black heels to complete the incredible ensemble. When we got to the hotel, the challenge was on. She got all dressed and she looked breathtaking. Her body was barely covered, but covered enough to hide the sacred spots. Now for the challenge, to ride up and down alone on the elevator, don’t get off, just ride up and down with whoever got on. I walked her to the elevator and gave her a very impassioned kiss. 

“Timer starts when the door closes, you have one hour, anything goes!” I said with a smile.

She kissed me and grabbed my backside, “You are on, I’ll tell you all about it when I get back to the room.”

I waited in the room for a while and when she didn’t come back, I got a little worried with thoughts rolling through my head. I went to check on her and she was not in the elevator at all. I searched the nightclub downstairs, the restaurant, she was nowhere to be found. I was scared for her and unsure of what to do next. I asked at the front desk, and they told me they haven’t seen her get off on the main floor. I was in panic mode looking for my woman, and I could not find her anywhere, I went and checked back in our room, no, she wasn’t there either.

When she finally came in, she looked like she was exhausted and ready to go to sleep. I begged her to tell me what happened, and this is what she told me:

“At first I was bored, the men all wanted to talk to me trying to get a date, the women scorned me or ignored me, nobody really interacted with me until this really pretty young woman, when she noticed that I was standing alone in the corner all dressed to kill, she asked if I was okay. I told her what you told me to tell anyone who asked, “no, I’m really horny and I need someone to help me,“  

She smiled at me and said, “I’ll be glad to help.”

She came over and grabbed me by the hair and kissed me. At first she was kind of timid, but then the passion and lust took over and before I knew it, her tongue was probing in my mouth. She dropped her purse, and her hands explored my body. I felt the hemline of my skirt move up and her fingers slid between my legs. I parted my legs and her hands slid up to grab my panties. Her tongue felt great inside my mouth, but I really wanted it somewhere else, she knew instinctively what I really wanted, and her head started travelling down my body. I could feel her breath on me as she travelled past my breasts and I felt my underwear sliding down my legs. I leaned up against the wall and fantasized what was really going to happen. 

Once my panties were on the floor, I felt her fingers slide back up my legs and tease my upper thighs. I felt her breath, mere inches from my opening, when I felt her tongue reach out and gently touch my lips, I was already dripping in excitement. But when I felt her fingers part my lips and her tongue slid up and down my folds, man, I was already on the edge of erupting. Her tongue drew circles around my clit and her fingers slid up and down my seam as soon as the fingers dove inside I was grabbing her head. It was support for me and encouragement for her. She was magical, my whole body was buzzing as she continued “helping” me. The elevator door opened up, but she didn’t move, her mouth bringing me to new heights. She broke away from me long enough to get something from her purse, then I felt something tickle my ass, then she forced something inside.

She came back to my lips and kissed me passionately. “Trade you!” she said as the door opened, and she left the elevator.

I could feel something in my backside, but it felt good, so I left it there. I realized that my excitement was dripping down the inside of my legs, and I was even more horny than I originally was.

The door opened again and a really handsome gentleman in a dress shirt and tie walked in, “good evening ma’am” he said with a smile. you could tell the state I was in, and he asked me, “are you ok?” I repeated my line, “no, I’m really horny and I need someone to help me!” 

He acted like he just won the lottery and hustled over to me, he lifted the hem and was surprised and excited, that I had no underwear on. He got down on his knees and I felt his breath come closer until I felt his lips on my dripping opening. His fingers trailed up the inside of my legs as I felt his tongue enter my opening. He was sliding his tongue up and down along my seem until he found the right spot, he sucked on my clit as I felt his fingers slide inside. Between the woman and now this guy, I was ready to go over quickly, but I fought the urge, I wanted the excitement to build and build slowly before I finished. He was very skilled, and had my body reacting in ways I never thought were possible, I had goosebumps and I was sweating at the same time. He played my body to hit the highs and lows and I was rapidly approaching my release. His finger found the back of me, and he realized I had something in the back. He played with it and pushed it in and out until finally pushing further inside and bit down on my clit. I screamed as my body crashed over the edge, I was barely held up by the railing that I was clutching tightly to keep from dropping to the floor. I leaned up against the wall as he came back up and kissed me.

“A gift for you,” he said as he took his tie off. I smiled and thanked him for his help. The next thing I knew, he was putting his tie over my eyes and tying it firmly in place. The elevator stopped and I heard him get off on his floor. The doors closed and I wondered what was next. My juices coated the insides of my thighs, and I was ready for someone to fulfill my need. I wanted to feel someone inside of me. The elevator stopped and someone got on, but now that I was blindfolded, I was not sure if it was a man or woman, but at this point, I really didn’t care, I just wanted more attention. I was still incredibly horny, and I wanted more. 

The door closed and someone grabbed me by the hair, I felt lips on my neck and then I was pushed down to my knees. The straps of my dress were pulled down and my breasts were exposed for the first time on this glorious ride. The hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, and the next thing I knew, someone had placed their hardness on my lips, I opened, and he slid inside. He was big, and filled up my mouth and I was eager to feel him sliding back and forth between my lips. I worked him good for a little while when I heard the doors open. I kept going as his hand grabbed tightly in my hair and pulled me closer. I felt someone else get on the elevator, but I really didn’t mind, I was on a mission, I wanted to feel this persons eruption. 

I wasn’t paying attention, but I soon realized that my skirt was up on my waist, my bare ass sticking out for all to see. Whoever lifted my skirt must have seen whatever was in my backside, because I felt it move back and forth inside of my hole. Oh my, it felt really amazing as I continued sucking on the toy in front of me. I could feel the guy inside of my mouth start to grow and I knew he was getting closer, and I could not wait to feel it drip down my throat. 

My backside was spanked, and the object was removed, leaving my hole stretched and lonely. It wasn’t for too long as I felt something edging inside of me. My hips were grabbed tightly, and someone entered my ass. He was really big, and he stretched me like I never have been stretched before. I moaned around the member in my mouth and that was all it took, the warmth filled my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop that I could, but some still dripped out of my mouth. I continued sucking every last drop that I could until he slid out of my mouth. I was still being drilled from behind and it felt incredible to be stretched so far, I knew that with all of the excitement so far, I probably wouldn’t last long before I was hurdling to the end. I was riding high and enjoying the feel of him sliding in and out when I felt fingers stroke my clit, wow, this really won’t take long as all of this stimulus has me begging for another release. 

I felt something slide inside of my cunt and move in and out slowly as both of my holes were now wrapped around something glorious. They alternated back and forth but as soon as my clit was squeezed, there was no holding back. I bounced my ass back and forth over his rod and sped things up until I was almost there, when I reached back and grabbed his testicles, I squeezed and said, “now, fill me!” a second later I felt the unfamiliar feeling of warmth enter my rear. I squeezed my cheeks and milked him as I hit another orgasm myself. My body shook uncontrollably, trying to get every last drop as my own juices poured out around the toy still inserted inside. I enjoyed this incredible release as my body reacted to all of the excitement over the last hour. When I finally slid off of him, I collapsed to the floor as the elevator stopped and I heard everyone exit. I was not sure if someone got on or not, but at this point I was just satisfied to a new level and ready to be done with this challenge. I finally got up, covered myself, took the tie off of my eyes and I got off on the next floor. I looked for a bathroom and found one at the end of the hallway. I  smiled as I passed people in the hallway, not knowing if they were the ones inside of me or not. When I got into the bathroom, I removed the toy, a rather wide plug with a crystal on the end. I smoothed my dress down and came here to find you.

She handed me the little toy and her newly acquired necktie and said, “I’m exhausted, I’ll see you in the morning.”

She kissed me passionately and went to bed, I was reeling from all of her descriptions of what happened in the elevator, and I did all I could to not touch myself. I wanted to wake her up in the morning and play with my beautiful woman. 

She has talked many times about that elevator ride, and it always leads to incredible sex, but we have never repeated that performance.

By Fugman for Tumblr.

Based on a post by asadama. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Deana volunteers to test a membrane that she hopes will allow her to experience an orgasm. To her surprise the membeane does much more. She is asked to join the membrane development program, to work with them to make the product commercially viable. The series will also contain stories about other people involved in the project and the ways in which the membrane impacts their lives.
The offer.

The advertisement on the student union bulletin board was easy to overlook; plain, black type on white paper; tucked into the lower right corner, and almost hidden by a large orange and black poster announcing a Hallowe'en dance hosted by one of the sororities.

"Volunteers wanted for research project in sensory enhancement. Applicants must be 18 years or older." A phone number was attached.

Deana scanned the rest of the bulletin board, but nothing interesting caught her eye. She came back to the little advertisement in the corner, opened her phone and took a picture of the phone number, then hurried off to her first class of the day.

As she approached the lecture hall where her second year organic chemistry class was scheduled she was met by a crowd of students coming out the open door. She recognized a face and called out, "What's going on?"

"Class is canceled today," the girl called back. "Professor Stevenson is sick."

Deana sighed. She had almost three hours to kill until her next class, and she didn't feel like hanging out at the cafeteria and drinking coffee. She sat down on a nearby bench and opened her phone. The picture she'd just taken glared at her. Why not? Just to find out what it's about.

Deana copied the phone number and pasted it into her number pad. She listened to two rings, then started to hang up. "Physiology Department," a female voice answered. "This is Janice. How can I help you?"

"Uh, hi, Janice. This number was on an ad for volunteers for a sensory enhancement study?"

"Oh. Yes. Just a moment. I'll transfer you."

A moment later another female voice sounded in her ear. "Teresa speaking. How can I help you?"

Deana repeated her query about the advertisement. "Oh, yes!" Teresa responded. "Do you have a couple of hours right now?"

"I suppose so," Deana replied uncertainly. "But I was really just wondering what this study is about?"

"Of course," Teresa voice came back. "Are you somewhere private?"

"Uh, no," Deana admitted. "I'm sitting on a bench in the hallway of the Chemistry building."

"I see. The thing is; the subject matter of this study is a little sensitive. You've got questions, and we'll have questions, and the answers might get a little intimate. If you just come next door to the Faculty of Medicine, the receptionist will guide you to us, and we can have a nice comfortable chat in private."

Deana didn't have anything else to do and she was curious. "Okay. I'll see you soon, then."
Interview.

Ten minutes later she found herself in a comfortable chair, with a hot cup of tea, sitting opposite Teresa; an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, casually dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You want to know what this study is about," Teresa began.

Deana nodded.

"Well, to begin with, we're looking at a way of enhancing the pleasure you might feel from tactile inputs."

"Touching?" Deana asked.

"Yes."

"Sexual touching?" Deana ventured.

Teresa smiled. "That's the eventual aim, yes. Is that something you might be interested in?"

"Um." A cascade of troubled memories flooded Deana's mind.

She was a good-looking, healthy young woman, but at almost twenty-one years of age Deana had yet to have an orgasm; not with her own hands, not at the hands of her boyfriends, not even with a lesbian girlfriend. Her parents had been open with her about sex, and she'd overheard enough joyous sounds from their lovemaking sessions to know her mother didn't have that problem.

Teresa saw the blush on Deana's face. She leaned forward and took Deana's hands in hers. "You're not alone, you know. If we're successful, our program could help a lot of people with concerns like yours."

Deana shook her head. "I just... I don't get excited. I mean it feels nice... touching myself... being touched by someone else. But... nothing happens."

Teresa nodded. "Our program is working on a new method to bring on the response you're looking for."

"A drug?" Deana asked.

Teresa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Do you know what a monomolecular layer is?"

"Um, sort of?"

Teresa nodded. "Essentially it's a membrane that's only a single molecule thick. We've developed a membrane that might be able to enhance your tactile sense."

"My sense of touch? Would that really help?"

"There are a number of reasons why you might not respond to intimate touching. We believe that increasing the pleasure you feel from being touched might overcome a significant barrier."

"Oh? That sounds interesting."

"Would you be willing to let us test such a membrane on you?"

"I... I think so."

Teresa smiled warmly. "Wonderful! But first, we need you to answer some questions. Would that be okay?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Teresa picked up a tablet and turned it on. "Your name and age."

"Deana Darlington. Twenty."

"You appear to be female. Do you identify as female?"

"Um, yes."

"Sexual preference?"

"Uh; I'm not sure. I started dating when I was sixteen. I've had boyfriends, but nothing really serious. But my best friend in the world is Mark. I've known him forever; he lives next door to me; and he... um... we lost our virginity together."
About Mark.

Deana and Mark had the same birthday in August. When they turned eighteen they told everyone that they didn't want a party or anything; that they were just going to hang out together. It was a really hot day, and they were alone at her house, in her bedroom, trying to get relief from the heat. Mark took off his shirt, leaving him just in his shorts. 'Why is it okay for boys to take off their shirts, but not girls,' Deana complained. 'We have the right to cool down, too.'

Mark had shrugged. 'I don't know, Deana. Go ahead and take off your shirt if you want. I don't care.'

Deana didn't hesitate; she took off her t-shirt and then, after a glare at Mark's bare chest, removed her bra. Mark had grinned at her and challenged 'Shorts, too,' and stepped out of his, keeping on his white cotton briefs. Deana quickly stripped off her shorts, then mischievously upped the challenge; 'and underpants.'

Matching action to words, she stood in front of him naked. After a brief hesitation Mark got naked as well. They eyed each other curiously before sitting down on the bed, a comfortable distance apart.

Deana stared as Mark's cock swelled and grew hard and erect. 'That's neat!' she breathed, in awe. 'Does that mean you think I'm sexy?'

Mark blushed. 'Umm, yeah; I guess.'

Deana reached her hand out towards Mark's groin. "Can I touch it?"

Mark swallowed. 'Oh, okay.'

Deana touched her fingers to the soft, pink skin covering his swollen shaft. Gathering her courage she leaned forward and circled her fingers around it. Mark gasped in pleasure.

'You like that?'

Mark nodded, 'Uh-huh.'

She slid her hand back and forth, and giggled as Mark moaned in delight. Moving beside him, Deana pumped her hand up and down. It only took a few minutes for Mark to ejaculate, gasping and crying. Deana laughed in glee, feeling unaccountably proud of what she'd done.

He used her bathroom to clean up, then came back to sit on the bed. 'Is it okay if I touch you?'

Deana blushed. 'Okay.' She lay back and opened her legs, letting him see between.

Mark explored her carefully, his fingers curious and gentle. Deana liked the feeling of him touching her. It felt nice, but nothing more. She'd hoped to feel what Mark had felt when she touched him.

'Mark, nothing's happening.' She sat up and pointed to his erect cock. 'Maybe if you put that inside me?'

'You mean; have sex with you?'

'Uh-huh. It's our eighteenth birthday. Let's do it.'

'Um, I don't have any protection.'

'You can feel when you're about to shoot, right?'

"Uh-huh.'

'Then just do that on my tummy; not inside.'

She lay back; Mark positioned himself above her and awkwardly pushed in. Deana let out a yelp of pain, and Mark stopped.

'No, don't stop. I'm a virgin, remember. I think it's supposed to hurt a little.'

'Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.'

'I'm sure. I want to do this.'

Mark eased in and started pumping. Deana tried to ignore the discomfort. She'd hoped that having sex would get her excited, but it didn't seem to be working. Seeing the pleasure on Mark's face, she decided to hold on until he was finished. His movements inside her became more frenzied, and suddenly he pulled out and collapsed on her, gasping and moaning, his cock pulsing against her belly, making it wet and sticky.
Interview, continued.

"Mark climaxed, but not me," Deana told her.

"How did you feel, having sex with him?"

"Well, it hurt a bit, but I didn't mind that. I liked seeing his pleasure, and that I could do that to him."

"Oral sex?"

Deana blushed. "Not with Mark, no."

Teresa nodded and made some notes. "Have you been checked out medically?"

Deana nodded. "Yes, several times. I've got no physical abnormalities and my hormone levels are all within normal parameters. One doctor suggested I try anti-anxiety medication, but I haven't."

"Masturbation? Sex toys? Alcohol? Drugs?"

"Tried them all. Touching myself feels pleasant, and so do vibrators, but that's all. And booze and weed don't do anything for me."

She'd tried last summer, again with her best friend, Mark. She'd talked with him about her inability to orgasm, and they'd tried smoking a joint together. They'd got giggly and silly, and he had touched her, but she hadn't got aroused. One night when her parents were away, she'd picked up a cheap bottle of booze and invited Mark over. 'Maybe I've got some deep-seated inhibition that's stopping me from having orgasms,' she'd said to him. 'I'm going to get good and drunk, and you're going to have sex with me. Whatever you want to do; I don't care. Just... let me know how it goes tomorrow.'

The next day she had a ferocious hangover, and between her legs was very sore. 'Did anything happen?' she asked Mark that afternoon. 'You downed half the bottle,' he told her, 'and you were really out of it' He looked apologetic. 'Please don't ask me to do anything like that again. I did what you asked and I banged you as long as I could. You just lay there. Just so you know I used a condom and I did get off, but it wasn't a lot of fun.'

"Have you had any sexual experiences with girls?"

Deana nodded, her face pink. "Uh-huh. Mark and I talked a lot about why I couldn't orgasm. He suggested I see if I'd be more successful trying it with a girl."

A former classmate of Deana's, Joanne, had once confided that she was attracted to her. Deana had approached her, asking if she wanted to get together. She was terrified when Jo said yes, but they agreed to split the rent of a motel room, and spend the night together. When Jo made the first move, initiating a tender kiss, Deana dived in, and soon they were naked together. Deana still reminisced about the feeling of Jo's naked body wrapped around hers.

"So I did, and it was nice; very nice; but nothing happened then, either. For me at least."

"Oral sex with her?

"Yes."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"Her tongue on me felt nice, but she couldn't make me come. I enjoyed doing that to her. Her orgasm was amazing, but all it did was make me realize how much I was missing."

"So you'd be equally fine being paired with a man or a woman?"

"Paired?"

"At this stage we're mostly just collecting data, so we pair our volunteers randomly. We ask each pairing to touch each other, and we collect the data that is generated."

"So I could be paired with anyone; man or woman, gay or straight? And we just touch each other? Sexually?"

"Touch each other, yes. Sexually? We're not asking you to. It's completely up to the couple if they want to or not. Our focus right now is just simple touching; hands, face, arms and shoulders, maybe the chest. You'll both be naked, of course. The monolayer right now is a little fragile, and clothing might compromise it. You'll be wearing contact lenses that will blur the features of whomever you're paired with, so you won't be able to recognize him afterwards.

"We encourage you to talk to each other, but we ask that you don't give away personal information. The rooms are like small hotel rooms, and they are very dimly lit. You'll introduce yourself using a name we give you, and then decide how you will begin. It might be with a hand to the face, or shoulder, or arm; perhaps a kiss. How you proceed is up to each pairing. It's quite possible that nothing will happen; you won't feel anything from the touch. We hope, though that something will happen, that you will feel enough to explore further. But as I said, how far you might go is up to you."

"So you'll be recording us? Cameras? Microphones?"

"No. We will have someone monitoring you, just to make sure that everyone is safe and comfortable. If anything happens that we think is unsafe or not appropriate, we'll stop it immediately.

"The monomolecular membrane does collect data that we record. The monolayer covers all of your skin, including your orifices; vagina, anus, ureter, ear canals, nostrils. We even ask you to drink some to coat your mouth, tongue, and throat. The monolayer amplifies the touch sensations and simultaneously collects the electrical impulses from your skin. We attach a tiny transmitter to you that broadcasts the signals from the monolayer to a receiver. The monolayer also completely protects the integrity of the skin."

"So; no viruses or bacteria can get in. No possibility of catching anything."

"Correct. Also no chance of getting pregnant."

"Pregnant? I thought you said no sexual touching."

Teresa's voice softened. "We're not asking you to touch erotically, but we don't limit you. If a pairing decides mutually that they want to explore, we don't stop them." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I shouldn't be telling you this; although our results so far are promising, we've only had two or three pairings that actually became intimate."

Deana felt vaguely disappointed. "So this is a one-time thing? I enter your experiment, you collect the data, and I never hear from you again?"

Teresa pursed her lips. "Most of the time, yes, that's right. We've been testing and modifying for two years now, and so far we've found four people who demonstrate a strong affinity for the monolayers. We use them quite frequently, and we're always looking for more people who respond well."

"How many people have you tested so far?"

"I think we're up to twelve hundred." Teresa tapped some keys on her tablet. "That's all the information I need. Do you have any questions?"

Deana shook her head. "Not right now."

"Okay. Now I just have to make sure you understand. You will be naked through the whole process, and you will be seen naked by other people. Are you alright with that?"

Deana thought of herself as fairly open about nudity She had few reservations about her body. Many people had told her she was gorgeous; some even commented she looked like Marilyn Monroe. She was above average height, almost five foot six, and well-built, with fair skin, brown hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes. She followed a weight-training regimen to keep herself in shape. Her tits were her best feature, the first thing that men's eyes focused on, although her hips, bottom and legs were not far behind. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and firm, and her waist was small. Her pubic hair had come in a light ginger, and she kept it neatly trimmed.

"Yes, I think so," she answered.

"Well, then, let's get you started."

"Now?"

"A volunteer who was supposed to be here this morning hasn't showed up, so we have an empty slot. You said you had two hours to spare. It won't take longer than that. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Uh, no."

"Good. I'll just ask you to sign a few consent forms. There's also a non-disclosure agreement."

It took about ten minutes for Deana to go through the forms. Teresa collected the papers from her. "Are you wearing contact lenses?"

"No," Deana replied.

"Do you have your period?"

"No."

"Okay. Then I'll ask you to please remove your clothes, and leave them here. Our technicians are waiting just inside the door behind me,"

Deana took a deep breath and quickly removed her green, turtleneck sweater, her sneakers and socks, then her blue jeans, Underneath she had on a pink camisole and matching bikini panties. Her full tits were firm and well-supported, enough that she didn't need a bra. It took only another moment to remove her undergarments and stand naked in front of Teresa.

Teresa opened the door for her. "Good luck."

"Thank you."
The experiment.

Deana found herself in a large room with tiled walls and floor, the floor sloping slightly inwards to a large drain. Surrounding the drain was a raised, semi-circular dais. Three female technicians were waiting for her, dressed in skin-tight, hooded wet suits. Masks and goggles hid their faces.

"We need you to stand on the platform," said the woman in the orange and black wet suit.

The other two; one in red and green, the other in blue and pink; assisted her onto the dais.

"Stand with your feet well apart, and your arms outstretched at shoulder height," instructed orange/black.

Deana did as she asked.

"This is no reflection on your personal hygiene," said the technician, "but we have to specially clean your skin before we apply the monolayer."

All three of them took spray hoses and dowsed Deana with a warm, pleasant-smelling spray, and dried her off with warm air. The techs then equipped themselves with bright yellow sprayers.

"We need you to close your eyes and open your mouth," the orange/black wet suit told her. "We are going to apply this everywhere. Some of it might feel a bit weird."

Deana felt a tingle as the spray hit her skin, but it wasn't unpleasant. She had some momentary discomfort when spray went up her nose and into her ears. Her arms, legs, and torso were dealt with quickly, and she obediently lifted her legs one at a time so they could coat the soles of her feet. The blue and pink tech knelt in front of her between her legs.

"This is going to feel quite intimate," she said to Deana, "but it shouldn't be uncomfortable. Please let me know when the stream hits your cervix."

Deana had undergone a number of pectoral exams trying to determine the reason for her sexual non-responsiveness, so she steeled herself for something similar. To her surprise the warm stream of liquid invading her cunt felt quite pleasant. She shivered as the stream struck her cervix.

"Ah, I found it, didn't I?" the blue and pink tech giggled.

Deana was surprised. "Is that what that was?"

"That little shiver you felt; I think you're connecting to the monolayer already. That's a good sign."

They finished spraying her. The red and green suited tech gave her a cup with some liquid in it. "Drink this. It's not bad tasting."

It actually wasn't much different from warm water, and Deana swallowed it down.

The orange/black tech held up her forefinger, showing Deana what looked like a small sequin. "This lets us record signals from your suit. I'm just going to stick it to your belly button."

"Okay," the tech said when she was done. "Let's test you out. Touch your left hand with your right."

Deana did as she was told; the feeling of her fingers against her skin felt more intense than she was used to. The tech nodded. "Good. Now touch your tit and nipple."

Deana almost gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure, seeming to reach deep down inside her.

"One more," said the tech. "Touch your clitoris."

The feeling was much, much more than anything she'd felt before. "Wow!" she gasped.

The tech grinned. "You're having really strong reactions. That's good. We don't get very many like you." She picked up a small case. "Teresa told you about the contact lenses, right?"

Deana nodded.

"Good. I'm just going to put these in your eyes. Please hold still."

She was both gentle and efficient, and the lenses only gave her a moment's discomfort. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes, but the outlines of the techs had all become blurry.

The orange/black tech pointed out a door on the opposite side of the room. "The test chamber is there. Your pairing should be ready any minute. Your name is 'Alice'."

Butterflies unsettled Deana's stomach as she stepped through the doorway into the dimly-lit room. The door closed behind her and she looked around. A bed and two chairs occupied most of the room. The floor was covered in what appeared to be a light green shag carpet. At that moment the door on the other side of the bed opened and a figure stepped in. The door closed behind him.

Him! It was definitely a man. Deana resisted the impulse to cover her intimate parts with her hands. She took a few steps to stand at the end of the bed. After a moment the man positioned himself opposite her and offered his hand. "Brian," he introduced himself.

"Uh, Alice." Deana took his hand in hers.

A wave of disorientation washed through her. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. She could feel his hand in hers; warm, dry, firm. But it seemed as though she could feel her own hand in his hand; as though she was experiencing his sensations.

She took her hand away, and the feeling faded. That was strange. "May I touch your face?" she asked.

"Of course," Brian replied. His voice was a resonant baritone.

Deana reached out and rested her fingers on his cheek. Again her senses swam as she felt his skin; slightly bristly and warm under her fingers; and at the same time felt soft fingers against her own rough cheek. She pulled her hand away.

"My I touch yours?" Brian asked.

Deana nodded assent. The gentle touch of his fingers felt nice. But simultaneous with his touch was the silky softness of her skin under her own fingertips. The confusion passed quickly this time; her brain was learning to separate the conflicting inputs.

Brian dropped his hands. "What do you want to do next?" he asked

Deana shook her head. "I'm feeling some things I never have before, and I'd like to investigate a little more, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Brian replied. "I'm enjoying this."

"Is it okay if we keep alternating? I'm not sure I'm ready for simultaneous touching."

"That's fine by me," Brian agreed. "Just don't touch me anywhere you don't want to be touched."

Deana used both hands this time, starting with Brian's neck and shoulders, then moving to his chest. His pectorals were nicely developed and she cupped his flat nipples with her palms. She barely managed to suppress a gasp; as his nipples stiffened and hardened at her touch, her own nipples tingled and puckered, She felt a stirring of excitement in her belly.

Deana dropped her hands. "Your turn," she murmured.

Brian followed her example, tracing both his hands over her neck and shoulders, then moving to her chest. He took his time exploring her and Deana found herself really enjoying the feel of his hands, feeling the excitement he was stirring inside her.

She kissed him. He kissed back. Her lips feeling his; her/his lips feeling hers. She pushed closer, her body touching his, feeling his warmth and her own. Gradually she became aware of a completely novel sensation. It felt as though her clitoris had grown immensely and was hard and hot and swollen. And a warm pressure as though she had to pee.

She broke the kiss, involuntarily looking down. As she did, Brian's swollen cock came into view, trapped against her belly. Is that what I'm feeling; his cock getting hard?

She pushed away from him. "Brian, I'm sorry! I have to stop!"

"Are you sure? You were getting pretty excited."

"I know! I've never felt that before. I... I need to process what just happened. But thank you. If we're ever paired together again..." She left the rest unsaid.

Brian's voice was disappointed. "It's okay. You take care." And he turned and left the room.

Deana shakily sat on the bed. The weird feeling in her clitoris had gone, but it still tingled. She touched herself and was shocked to feel how wet she was. That's what it's like to get aroused!

After a few more minutes she left. The three techs were waiting to wash her once more.

Inside the first room, Teresa was waiting with her tablet. Deana sat down, ignoring her clothes.

"How are you feeling?" Teresa asked.

"I'm not sure," Deana answered. "Touching... Brian... I got excited. I've never felt that before. It scared me and I had to stop. I'm upset with myself because I know he was excited, too, and I was too afraid to help him do anything about it." She stopped and stared at Teresa. "Teresa, I think I was feeling what he was feeling!"

Teresa nodded. "That's what our readings were telling us, too. Quite frankly, that was a surprise. It's not anything we were expecting. So..." Teresa took a breath. "We definitely want to work with you some more, using this current model of the monolayer. We'll pair you with some other subjects to see if this was unique to you and... Brian."

She handed Deana an envelope. "This is to reimburse you for your time assisting us today. We'll talk about a more permanent arrangement after we get the results of our next test."

Deana peeked inside the envelope and saw five twenty dollar bills. "Next test? When?"

"This evening. Seven o'clock," Teresa responded. "We'll need you here at six-thirty to get you ready."

Throughout the day Deana's thoughts kept returning to what she'd felt in that small room with Brian. At the time it had been overwhelming, but the more Deana relived it, the less intimidating it became.
Second Experiment.

At six-thirty she was back in the basement of the Faculty of Medicine, where the project's offices and labs were located. Teresa met her at the bottom of the stairs with a bright smile, and ushered her into the small office where everything had started that morning.

"We have another pairing for you," Teresa informed her. "We decided to change as little as possible, so you'll be with another young man. Everything else will be the same. You'll be 'Alice' again and he will be 'Blake'. The techs are ready for you, so if you'll get out of your clothes..."

Deana felt her heart pounding as she got undressed. What if it doesn't work this time? What if I don't feel anything? That it was just a fluke.

It was hard to tell, but Deana thought the three technicians were the same as in the morning. They wore the same wet suits, and their size and physiques seemed to be the same. The procedure went exactly as it had in the morning.

The orange and black-suited tech glued the tiny transmitter to her belly button and inserted her contact lenses. "Good luck."

It took a moment for Deana's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room. Blake was already there, standing at the end of the bed. He waited for her to approach him, then extended his hand. "Blake," he said. He had a mild, tenor voice.

"Alice," Deana replied, and took his hand.

Blake's hand was strong and callused. He was larger than Brian had been, and Deana judged that he'd done a fair amount of heavy labor. Her hand was soft and warm in his. It's working!

She caressed his face; his beard was heavy, and quite scratchy. Her hand felt warm on his cheek. Then Blake's hand on her cheek; her smooth, silky skin under her fingers. No disorientation this time.

Deana's hands explored his neck and shoulders. Her hands moved to his chest; sought out his nipples amid the thatch of hair, felt them stiffen under her fingers, felt them pucker on her chest. On his turn Blake's thumbs and fingers rolled her nipples, tweaking them into sharp attention, the warm, firm swell of her tits soft against his/her palms.

She knew he was getting hard, but she couldn't feel it. Kiss him! She stepped close to him, skin against skin, and pressed her lips to his. He returned the kiss avidly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tight, his erection hard against her belly. She felt her clitoris hot, swollen and heavy, pressure itching inside it. His urgent excitement filled her, swamping her own.

I need to do something for him! Turning their bodies, she pushed him onto the bed, falling on top of him then rolling to the side, his hard, hot cock in her hand. She squeezed and pumped, caught the electric surge of his pleasure in her own loins, her mouth on his, the passion of their kiss, her hand moving up and down her shaft, squeezing and rubbing the exquisitely sensitive head.

She was vaguely aware of his hand on her puss, probing and exploring, but those feelings were swept aside by the intensity of what he was experiencing. She moaned at his pleasure. I have to do this with Mark!

She knew what Blake wanted/needed even as he did. Her hands churned, lifting him to his crest. His orgasm was a revelation, bursting within her, even as his fluids spurted hot on her hands. She squeezed and rubbed to extract all the pleasure she could for him; for her.

They fell apart; catching their breath, enjoying the fading echoes of his climax. Deana didn't notice when he left, just found herself alone, and exited the room.

Teresa was waiting for her after the techs had removed her monolayer. "It worked," she grinned.

Deana nodded. "I felt him orgasm. It was amazing; but I'm not sure if any of it was mine."

Teresa shook her head. "We still have to fully analyze the recordings, and try to sort out everything that happened. Still, that is pretty amazing." She handed Deana another envelope. "This is for your time this evening. Get dressed and wait here. Our project leader wants to talk to you."

Teresa left and Deana dressed. She looked inside the envelope before tucking it into her purse; ten twenties this time. A knock at the door. "Come in," Deana responded.
The Offer.

The woman who entered was unremarkable; about five foot nine, perhaps thirty years of age, slim build with shoulder-length brown hair, and brown eyes framed by gold metal glasses. She wore a plain, beige sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Deana could see no signs of tits on her chest, or exterior genitals at the groin; her face was smooth and hairless.

She offered her hand. "Garnet," she said. "Garnet Petrovsky."

Deana stood and shook her hand. Garnet motioned her to sit again, and took Teresa's chair.

"You are quite the find," she began. "We've never seen anything like what you are giving us. How are you feeling about what's happened so far?"

Deana clasped her hands in her lap. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I mean, it's really neat feeling what Brian and Blake felt, and Blake's orgasm was amazing." I had an orgasm! Even if it wasn't really mine! "The excitement I felt when my body touched theirs; that's more than I've ever felt before so I suppose that's progress, but their feelings completely overwhelmed my own."

Garnet nodded sympathetically. "You seem to be acutely sensitive to the monomolecular layer. It's not only enhancing your sense of touch and pleasure, it's communicating signals from your partner's suit; and not just physical sensations; you're receiving emotions! We need to investigate that further. The data we are getting from you will potentially advance us months, maybe years ahead of what we were counting on." Garnet bounced excitedly in her seat. "We hadn't realized that the monolayers could communicate with other monolayers; you're the first one that's happened to. We really need to nail down what combination of your nervous system and our monolayer network allows you to interpret other people's signals." Garnet settled herself and adjusted her glasses on her face. "Deana, you are incredibly important. We want... need you to work with us, and we're willing to pay you for your time. Fortunately our project has some very wealthy backers so money isn't an issue. We'd like you to come on board as a full-time research associate."

"Give up my studies?"

"No, not at all. We'll arrange for a full scholarship for you for as long as you need, and we can set up a schedule of video classes and virtual seminars to fit around your work schedule. We'll probably only need you about five hours a day, including preparation time."

"A full scholarship?"

"Yes, and your own apartment here on campus. A car, of course. And... a thousand a week?"

"Dollars?"

Garnet laughed. "Yes, dollars."

"What exactly would I be doing?"

"Ah," said Garnet, and adjusted her glasses again. "Well, we need to pair you with more people, try to figure out why you're so sensitive, and how you are connecting to the other suit. So far we know that you have to be in full body contact to do that, so that's something." Garnet looked down at her hands, her face was blushing. "This is going to sound awful but; once we've done that, and sorted out the neural inputs to hopefully help you have your own orgasms; we need to take you through a variety of sexual scenarios with partners of different dispositions."

Oh, my god, they want to record me having sex! "What kind of scenarios?"

"Well... one on ones with male and female partners, multiple partners, bdsm, gang-bangs, forced sex..."

"Rape?" What have I gotten myself into?

"Of course we have to figure out how to do that in a controlled environment. Our first priority will be to keep you safe. You're too important to risk anything bad happening. But we really need to know everything you feel when the sex is non-consensual. You have to understand," Garnet went on, blithely, "knowing how both participants in a rape actually experience it will revolutionize the treatments of both the victim and the perpetrator. This would be immensely valuable research."

I'd be like a digital porn star; all my sex performances preserved forever in binary code. Or a high-paid mistress; my own apartment, a car, free tuition. And a thousand dollars a week!

Deana shivered as she remembered a story her mother had told her:

“Before I met your father I was an intern at a big ad agency. One of my bosses started asking me out. The women he worked with had warned me about him; 'going out' really meant 'have sex'. At first I tried laughing him off, like I thought he was just flirting. But as the weeks went by he got more and more insistent, and I knew I couldn't fend him off much longer. So the next time I was in his office and he asked me out, I said 'Tell you what. You get us a really nice hotel room, pay me a thousand dollars, and you can have me for the entire night; do whatever you want to me, as long as you don't leave any marks. And then you never bother me again.'

I really thought he'd say ‘no’, but he took ten hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and stuck them down my blouse. Two nights later. I put on a black lace bustier and black silk stockings; no panties; and the sluttiest red dress I could borrow My boobs were practically falling out of it, and if I sat down or bent over; well, my puss and my ass were on full display.

We had drinks in the hotel bar, with me hanging all over him, and then we went up to the suite he had rented. It was pretty nice; on the company expense account, of course; but I was impressed. I did a strip tease for him, then undressed him, and he took me from behind. When he started coming I faked a big orgasm. He had me use my mouth on him to get him hard again. I'd never done that before, but I managed. Then we went through a whole bunch of positions; standing, sitting, on my back, on my stomach, from the side, bent over holding my ankles. He got me to straddle him and ride his cock, and I had a really big orgasm. He did, too.

After that he got into some kinky stuff. He took me into the bathroom, sat me on his lap facing him, and ordered me to pee on him. Then he turned me over his knee and spanked me, He bent me over the bathtub and went into my bum. Then a hot bath, with me pleasuring him with my soapy hands. By then it was well after midnight, but he wanted to get his money's worth. I had to squat over his face and masturbate. He stimulated me with his mouth, and his fingers, and penetrated me with bottles from the mini-bar. He had a whole list of things to do, and he kept me awake the whole night,”

'Oh Mom!' Deana had cried. 'That must have been terrible!'

“You know, it wasn't too bad; some of it was kind of fun. He'd paid a thousand bucks to have sex with me. That made me a prostitute; so I just embraced the role. I went into the evening not expecting any pleasure of my own, just for him to use me and never bother me again. I was his slut for the night. It freed me from any hang-ups I had about 'dirty' sex. Even him watching me pee was kind of erotic. And when he spanked me; it got me pretty hot. My ass was still burning when he went into me and I had a really great orgasm. All the stuff I did that night, I'd never done before. I'd had sex exactly twice, both times on my back with the boy pounding into me. I'd had orgasms on my own, of course, but with him that night was the first time I orgasmed during sex.”

Well, if Mom could have fun being a prostitute, so can I! Let's see how much they're willing to pay. Deana squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. "Three thousand a week, ten thousand for each forced sex scenario, and if this succeeds and goes commercial, I want shares; two percent."

Garnet didn't blink; but stared straight into Deana’s eyes. "Two thousand a week, five thousand for forced sex, one-half percent of the shares, with options," she countered. "I'll have the contracts drawn up by tomorrow for you to sign."

Deana slumped back in her chair. O my god! I just agreed to become the company hooker.

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by writemarksmith. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls out."

My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it.

"It will be good to get you out of the house and they will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my mom in Austin."

Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed.

"You do need to start going on real dates though Jack. In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration."

Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack off while looking at her bare tits. I hadn't taken her up on her rather open invitation to repeat in part because I was getting so much inspiration from her daughter and Sophia. I stammered and Amy finally left me alone to think about the evening ahead.

I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was completely out of the ordinary for me, but I vacillated from trying to look 'cool' and young with not wanting to look like I was trying to hard with being disgusted with myself for lusting after these two girls less than half my age. I ended up wearing an all black outfit, black pants and shirt and a black jacket. I looked sharp and felt like I would be in control wearing this.

I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls were supposed to come over so I could drive them to the restaurant. I felt like a boy waiting anxiously for his prom date. I shuddered when I realized that my prom was over 20 years ago, but the two girls had theirs just a couple of months ago.

I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem too anxious.

Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower pattern. She looked like an H&M model with her long legs were displayed proudly. Tina kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Uncle Jack. Don't you look sharp!"

I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and suddenly saw Sophia in front of me. I looked down quickly and saw she was much less dressed up, wearing no make-up, a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked so sexy with no effort at all, I thought as she leaned against me and kissed my cheek. I could feel she was not wearing a bra and my cock started to swell.

"Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may have told Tina about her visit.

"Err, well; um; let's go?" I suggested.

The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to both of them how nervous I was. Certainly Sophia knew she could wrap me around her finger, but I hoped to keep my dignity with Tina. Tina sat in front with me on the way there and I got hard just looking at her bare long legs. It looked like she had oiled them they were so smooth.

When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant turned to see me and these two beautiful young girls. I felt embarrassed; but also; proud. Tina seemed very comfortable in the nice setting but Sophia seemed impressed.

I ordered a nice bottle of wine at Tina's suggestion. I knew the girls were too young, but I needed a drink and certainly didn't want it to be awkward. We were already on or second bottle before the food came. Tina was doing much of the talking, seeming even more vivacious with some alcohol in her. She told us several stories about her swim team. The stories culminated in one where she and a female friend on the team sabotaged the other team while at a swim meet in another town. The two of them targeted the other team's star, flirted aggressively with him, and ended up giving him a two girl hand job just hours before the competition. He didn't come close to his normal times and Tina's school won easily.

I choked a little when she got to the dirtiest parts but Tina just giggled and continued. I wasn't sure what was appropriate, after all we were all adults. Sophia was much quieter, but any time I looked at her she had a subtle smirk and looked right into me with her big brown eyes. I was looking at her full lips and flushed cheeks when Tina blurted out,

"So what do you do for sex now that you're back Uncle Jack?"

I coughed, genuinely taken aback and started to try to answer,

"Well, I'm not; I mean; "

Tina laughed and Sophia giggled. Sophia, who had not been joining in Tina's risque talk, suggested,

"I guess you have to jack off a lot now?"

I thought of how she had me jack myself off while my face was buried in her ass and blushed brightly.

"Oh Sophia!" Tina said in mock horror, chuckling. Tina left for the restroom and I was about to reprimand Sophia when I felt her bare foot run along my thigh, then push against my cock. It was already hard from the conversation and she giggled. '

"You think you can wait until you get home?" she taunted.

She started to wiggle her toes, stroking my cock casually while she licked her dessert spoon. I was mesmerized by how sexy she was and how good she was making me feel. I didn't even notice Tina returning until she took her seat beside Sophia, who still had her foot on me. I tried to look cool, but could feet a little sweat on my forehead. I was sure she must have seen me looking desperately at her friend.

Sophia spoke again, "Jack, I bet you have some weed at your place?"

She knew I did, she had left some there. I assumed she wanted me to say yes but I was thinking through the implications of the two of them came to my place to smoke. I felt like she had all the power over me through her little toes.

"Yes; I; "

"Goodie!" she exclaimed and she motioned for the waiter to bring us the check.

After I paid I ordered an uber to take us back, having had too much wine to drive. I noted that Amy's car was gone, confirming she had indeed stayed in Austin for the night. The girls sat by the pool as I got the weed and Sophia rolled us a joint. I felt a little exposed being outside with the girls. Even though I knew Tina's parents were both away, it felt wrong, but after a few tokes, I was more relaxed. I took the spliff from Tina but my mellow spirit was interrupted when she loudly exclaimed that we all needed to get in the pool. I was too comfortable and drunk to even get up, but watched the two young girls proceed to prepare for a swim. Tina was first. Already barefoot, she took off her white dress and seemed completely comfortable standing beside me wearing just a white bra and thong. Sophia followed her friend's lead, pulling down her jeans and giving me a great view of her perfect plump ass covered only by small black panties. She then pulled off her t-shirt showing even more of her copper skin, as well as her two succulent breasts. I had never seen her tits before and had to get a good look even though I was sure Tina would notice.

I was rock hard so of course had to refuse their invitations to strip down and join them. The two of them surrounding me and pulling at me only got me more excited but they finally gave up and jumped in. I watched the two of them frolic in the pool and splash each other. Tina splashed me, and when I protested the two of them tossed water at me. When they came out my hard cock twitched. They were like two young goddesses, one tall, white and Nordic, the other dark, sultry and curvy. I could not resist staring as they approached me and dried themselves off.

Tina giggled and suddenly sat in my lap, still very wet. Her pink nipples were completely visible through her wet bra and

"You remember I used to sit in your lap Uncle Jack?" she said, her words slurring from all the wine.

"I; yes; um;" I was unsure where to put my hands, though I wanted desperately to stroke her leg. I thought about her mother stroking my leg earlier.

Tina giggled as she wiggled her ass back and forth. "I don't remember you lap having this 'bump' though!"

I was mortified and felt the heat rising in my face, but my cock pushed proudly against her ass cheeks. Tina's phone rang and she reached over for it. It was her boyfriend.

"Yeah; just hanging out with Sophia" she said then stifled a giggle as she wriggled her ass on my cock again.

"Sure, pick us up in 10. Bye!"

Tina told Sophia the plans she had made, all the while sitting on my lap. She then turned to me, "Thanks again for dinner Uncle Jack." She seemed to say 'uncle' with mockery. "Hope we can do it again soon!"

Tina kissed me on the cheek, gave me one last push of her ass against my hard cock and got up. Sophia came to me and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Mr. Brown!" she laughed. She then whispered, "Leave the back door open"

My head was spinning as I watched the two of them run next door, still almost naked. My eyes were especially fixated on Sophia's ass swaying as she ran off. I could barely believe I had just had two hot girls, barely dressed playing with me in my backyard.

I shook my head and reminded myself that they were only 18. Just girls. I had known Tina since she really was a girl. I knew I had to stop the temptations, but right now I told myself I had to take care of my raging hard-on. I went upstairs and had an idea before I went to my room. I went to the window in the guest room that looked into Tina's bedroom and saw the two girl's changing. They were still laughing, Tina had changed her panties but was topless. Her perky tits showed off small pink nipples. Sophia had hear jeans back on, and was taking off a shirt I guessed Sophia had given her that was too small. I took out my cock and started to stroke it. I felt like a pervert, but I decided to go with it. I imagined the girls had come up to my room and I was kissing Sophia's ass while Tina was sucking my cock. I came before Tina got her jeans buttoned up then watched them scramble and leave as the boys pulled up the driveway.

Sated, I went to my bedroom, took off my pants and decided to lie down for a moment. I was not used to weed and it had a big impact after all that wine. I quickly fell to a deep sleep, but was woken hours later by a stroke on my face and a sweet voice.

"Jack; Jack."

I opened my eyes and saw Sophia's big brown eyes looking into mine. She smirked down at me.

"Have you been dreaming about my sweet ass?" she asked in a sing-song voice.

Half awake I murmured, "I have."

Sophia giggled. I watched her strip off her t shirt, her tits just above me, but when I raised my head to suck them she slapped me playfully.

"No no, those are not for you." she scolded. "You know what you want."

Sophia turned and pointed to her ass through her jeans. I nodded dumbly.

"Ask me nicely." she said then before I could answer added, "Beg."

Well of course I begged. I pleaded with her, telling her truthfully I had never seen as ass as perfect as hers, how I had been fantasizing about kissing it again.

Finally Sophia giggled, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down with her panties. For the first time I saw her completely nude and she looked so sexy. Once again I started to get up but she pushed me back down and climbed on the bed.

"Uh uh; you just sit back and do your job."

I watched this 18 year old beauty climbed on to the bed beside me. I stroked her leg, hoping she would not slap me away. Sophia turned away from me then straddled my chest, and raised her gorgeous ass just over my face. I cranked my neck to kiss it gratefully over and over again while she giggled then she lowered it slowly until my face was smothered under her big ass cheeks. I kept kissing then felt her lower my boxers.

"Jack off for me while you lick my asshole." she said.

I was so turned on at that moment. My hand grabbed my rock hard cock and I started to lick her ass crack.

"Deeper!" she said, swatting my cock playfully. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole then started to poke it in and out. She started to moan, louder and louder, until I wondered if Tina might hear all the way in the house next door.

"Umm, Fuck!; Hmm"

She was now bouncing her ass up and down on my face. I could feel her wetness on my chin. She was using me and I loved it.

"Cum for me Jack; cum for me with your tongue inside me!"

I would have cum already if I hadn't just jacked off. I could feel I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Tell me you'd rather have your tongue in my ass than fuck Tina!" she commanded. I confirmed with a voice completely muffled by her ass cheeks but she seemed pleased. I felt my balls tighten and started to spurt all over my hand. I stroked out every drop, while continuing to tongue young Sophia's asshole. Finally she climbed off of me and I immediately missed her warmth and intimacy.

"Who knew you'd be such a good plaything Jack?" she asked rhetorically. One of the boys tonight was desperate to fuck me, but I kept thinking how nice it would be to have you tongue my ass with no expectations.

I wasn't sure what to say. Sophia got dressed while I lay there then slapped my face softly and kissed my lips.

"Don't forget what you told me Jack." she whispered before she left me there, wondering how life got so confused and I got so lucky.

My beautiful young neighbor Tina was on my mind before I heard her. I was sitting in my backyard by the pool late at night with the lights off. I had a Jack and Coke in my hand and I was thinking about how I had let things get so out of control.

Then, almost as if summoned, I heard Tina as she opened the gate; shushing someone and giggling. She was with a boy, tall and fit and as they stumbled into my backyard it was clear they had been drinking. Neither of them saw me sitting on the patio in the dark as they stripped out of their clothes and jumped in the pool. It happened so fast that I never found a way to interrupt. Truth be told my throat seemed to close when I saw Tina strip, then saw her completely bare for the first time. Tina had a gorgeous tight young body. I saw her pretty pink nipples, her shaved young pussy and as she jumped into the pool her toned ass, which her boyfriend was now exploring as he pulled her close in the water. As I watched them make out in the water, I was hardening quickly.

"Umm; hi!" I managed to say.

The boy jumped, but Tina seemed rather unfazed, almost as if she expected I might be there.

I turned away when Tina got out of the pool, but managed to catch a glance of her toned young, nude body. She giggled as she got a towel and wrapped herself in it while her boyfriend put on his pants as he apologized.

"Uncle Jack this is my friend Bobby", Tina said with a smile. "Hope we didn't bother you Jack; we just came over for a quick swim."

Bobby shook my hand looking sheepish. Tina didn't seem contrite at all, and it was evident she was feeling no pain. My cock stiffened as she walked over in her towel and stood above me.

"I used to come her all the time as a child." she said, presumably talking to Bobby but looking me right in the eyes. "I would swim for hours and sit in Jack's lap."

With that she plopped herself on my lap, It was evident she could feel I was hard as she wriggled her ass crack along it with more giggles. It was all I could do not to feel her bare legs that were inches from my hands; to bury my face in her tits.

"I feel bad you don't get any action." Tina said with a glint in her eye that suggested she didn't feel bad at all. I could smell sweet liquor on her breath. "I bet it's really; 'hard' for you."

She was just grinding a little now but her teasing had me ready to cum in my pants like a teenager.

Tina looked up at her boyfriend who was bare chested in shorts. "Umm; I bet, since you don't have anyone; you'd like to; watch?"

Having had a few drinks myself, and being extremely distracted by the barely clothed teenager pushing herself into my cock. I was a little foggy on what she was suggesting. Realizing she might be expecting an answer I smiled a little and tried to catch up but Tina was way ahead of me.

"Yes; let's do that for him Bobby. Not nice just to use his pool and run."

Bobby seemed to track with her as he put his hand and gallantly helped her out of my lap. I immediately missed her warmth, but things moved quickly and I watched Bobby pull her close and start making out with her right in front of me. Soon his big hands were reaching under her towel, groping her now exposed ass cheeks while I watched. I said nothing, barely moving. I knew it was wrong, that it was all too pervy, for me to just sit there and watch my teenage neighbor; to watch as her boyfriend's fingers disappeared under the towel, evidently pushing into her and making her moan in pleasure.

When Tina's towel dropped my heart was racing and I was rock hard. I was all in now, I couldn't help myself. Tina looked like a model, but a model who was right in front of me, naked and ready to be taken. Sure it was her boyfriend she wanted to take her, but my cock was ready nonetheless. I could see he had two fingers deep in her pussy. She seemed to be completely lost in how he was making her feel, but then she turned to me and said, "Why don't you go ahead and jack off Uncle Jack?"

It seemed too much for me. I had never been in any threesome, much less a male-male-female. I couldn't just whip out my cock and;

Bobby had no such hesitation and was presently pulling his impressive cock out as he lowered his pants. Tina turned to me and put one hand on each arm of my chair, bending forward so she was looking me right in my eyes. I could see her pert tits hanging, could see her raise her bare ass for Bobby.

Suddenly Tina jerked forward as Bobby pushed himself into her. Instinctively I went to kiss her lips which were just before me, but she jerked back almost as quickly, then back into my face. At first Tina had her eyes closed, losing herself in her slutty tryst, but she was now focused on me, a smirk on her pretty face as her boyfriend railed her.

"Jack off for me." she whispered and she reached down to give me hard cock a squeeze for emphasis.

I couldn't resist. I pulled out my cock as she continued to get railed. It was humiliating to just sit there stroking my cock while a girl I desperately wanted was right there; nude and horny; but getting fucked hard by another man;  Tina giggled a little between her moans and she watched me. I so wanted her to suck my cock, but instead she briefly put her hand under her chin, making sure I looked her right in her blue eyes when she teased,

"Tell me how much you fantasize about me."

Somehow I needed to tell her. I spilled it out as she moaned and begged for Bobby to fuck her harder.

"I have Tina; you are so beautiful I can't help it; .I have jacked off to you so; " I felt myself tighten and knew I would cum very soon. "I; thank you; you; ." I started to shoot. Some of my cum shot up to her tits. Tina smirked as she saw but she was also bucking her ass into Bobby, taking him deeper and making sure he would also cum.

When Bobby was finished with her he pulled out and Tina collapsed back into my lap. I held her gratefully, stroking her leg and feeling her breathe heavily. Her face looked almost innocent, but them I looked at the sweat and cum on her chest. She shifted a little in my lap and I felt my cock stir just a little.

Tina kissed my cheek sweetly and put her head on my shoulder, "We can keep this our little secret Uncle Jack."

By writemarksmith for Literotica.

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I had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a pool…the American Dream.

We kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities. We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised for a big role back at headquarters in the USA.

This all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man.

I had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most of our time away, but we were between renters.

As I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice calling my name.

“Jack?! Wow, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost!”

It was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a simple, sleeveless top.

We hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated.

Any took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea.

“Why don’t you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.”

Amy agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4 months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something was going on.

I settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries. Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a flat stomach. Tiffany hugged me with a big smile,

“Welcome back Uncle Jack!”

I had forgotten she used to call me that and now I felt even more inappropriate for checking out her tits. I told her how much she had grown noting my voice had cracked a little, then turned to shake Robert’s hand and give Amy a hug. We all agreed this would be like old times with everyone politely leaving my cheating wife out of the discussion.

We went out back to enjoy the sun. I chatted with Robert about his sales job and how fast his business was growing, how I was going to take some time off before I seriously looked for a new job. While we were talking I tried hard not to be distracted by the two beauties sunning in my backyard. I had admired Amy often when she came by to enjoy our pool. Today she looked elegant and beautiful in her white one piece. I was even more taken with young Tina, who was enticing in her bikini. Her tits were small but perfectly perky. The back of her suit was cut high enough that it showed the tan line from another bathing suit on her ass. The contrast of her tanned skin against a sliver of very white, creamy ass was hard not to stare at. I realized I was hardening and tried to refocus on what David was saying.

Amy joined our conversation while Tina dove in the water and started to do laps. Amy sat close to me. She had always been very flirty in a fun way, and even with her husband right there she would put her hand on my knee when making a point or teasing me about something. It was innocent, but I twice delayed getting up due to concerns of exposing my erection.

Finally I got up to make start of the barbecue. Tina came out of the water to watch me while Amy went inside to prepare the rest of the food. Looking at this nubile young woman, dripping in her little bikini beside me I found I was very self-conscious. Despite myself I knew I was trying to impress her as I went about preparing our meal. I was also very aware that I didn’t want my friends to see me checking out their daughters tits, especially while her nipples showed through her little top.

“You’re quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about.

Tina explained that she had been on the swim team at school but was no longer swimming. She said how she missed all the times they used to come over and swim at my place when she was young.

“You’re always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly.

Tina’s eyes lit up. “Really?! That’s great, thank you Uncle Jack!”

Tina bent forward and kissed my cheek. As she did so one of her tits brushed against my arm. I felt myself blush even while I knew how foolish I was being.

We enjoyed a nice meal in the sun and I felt more at peace than I had in some time. A few beers had certainly helped that along, but so did the familiar company. Robert poured shots for all of us (except Tina) which lightened the mood even more. Tina thanked me for having her over but said she had to head out soon.

“Actually,” she said turning to me, “I’m meeting up with Sofia…do you remember her?”

My memory was a big foggy but I asked Tina if it was the Latina girl she used to hang out with.

“Yes!” Tina said as she looked at her phone and texted. “I’ll tell her to swing by here and you can say hi.”

Amy and I went for a swim and splashed each other a little. I was feeling no pain after many beers and it felt good to be active. I enjoyed being with Amy and found myself wishing my wife was as easy to get along with.

As I got out of the pool Tina called me over. “Uncle Jack,” she said, “you remember Sofia?”

I looked at the girl beside her as I toweled myself off. The girl was indeed Latina, but she looked very little like the awkward, slightly chunky girl with braces that I remembered. This girl was a vision with smooth olive skin and big brown eyes. She was smaller than Tina, but curvier. She was wearing a blue sundress with flowers on it that made her look even more feminine. The dress showed only a little cleavage but it was clear Sofia’s breasts were very real and very desirable. Her bare legs glistened in the sun a little as if she had applied lotion.

Sofia put out her hand tentatively, seeming a little shy. I realized that I had been rather overt about checking out her body and suddenly felt a little naked in my bathing suit.

“Hello Mr. Brown.” she said while I shook her hand. I noticed she discretely gave me my body the once over.

I stammered a little as I told her how much she had grown up and the two girls giggled sweetly. Sophia told me she would be 18 in just six days which made me feel like even more of a pervert. Sophia gushed about her memories of the fun they all had swimming in my pool when she was younger. Tina told her they were going to come back and enjoy it all summer then winked at me with a smile. I smiled back and tried not to encourage a stirring erection.

The two girls then said their goodbyes, Tina left with another kiss on my cheek and I allowed myself to watch their asses sway as they left before returning to more appropriate adult company.

We had a few more drinks before Robert and Amy headed home. Rob told me it was good to have me back and Amy surprised me with a kiss on the lips as she made me promise not to be a stranger.

That night when I was wandering around my empty house I noticed something. The windows of one of the guest bedrooms looked right into Tina’s room. The houses were set apart, and her window was partially covered by a curtain, but there was Tina, walking around in a t shirt and panties while texting somebody. I turned off the light so she wouldn’t see me, then realized how wrong it was to watch her like this. I did the right thing and went to bed, but jacked off imagining both mother and daughter next door in my fantasies.

Just a few evenings later I was woken from a sound sleep by squeals of laughter. Disoriented I realized they were coming from my backyard. Looking out the bedroom window I could see several kids were in the pool. I groaned and walked downstairs in my boxers. When I opened the sliding door and turned on the backyard lights it was like I had set off a fire alarm. Suddenly four kids, two guys and two girls, scrambled from in or around the pool, grabbed their clothes and ran through the gate. Without my contacts I couldn’t see perfectly, but one of the girls was topless and another was Tina, wearing the same bathing suit she had two days earlier.

I watched Tina’s ass sway as she scurried out of the yard, chuckling at the energy of youth, when I realized there was one more girl in the yard, and she was walking towards me.

“Sorry Mr. Brown.” she said.

As she came closer I saw that it was Sofia. Her hair was wet which showed off how beautiful her face was, even with no make-up. She was wearing an orange bikini and I could now see just how amazing her body was. Her tits heaved in the tiny top and they were flawless.

“We shouldn’t have come so late, one of the boys kept insisting”.

I shook my head and pulled my focus away from Sofia’s tits and back to her big brown eyes which were looking up at me with a guilty look.

I reassured her it wasn’t that big a deal and she smiled a smile that melted me. I saw that she was shivering slightly, and made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to come inside.

As soon as I said it I wanted to take it back, but she smiled and squeezed by me in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw her round ass, more exposed than covered in her little bikini bottoms. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. Sofia looked over her shoulder as if wondering why I wasn’t following, and I shut the door and walked behind her.

I realized as I walked that I was now sporting an erection that my boxers were doing nothing to hide. I quickly positioned myself behind a chair in the kitchen.

“So…umm…none of the guys were your boyfriend?”

Sofia giggled and I flushed a little realizing this wasn’t the best direction for the discussion to go. She played with her hair and told me that she had never had a real boyfriend, that the boys in school were so immature.

I found her not having a boyfriend hard to believe and told her so. Sofia looked up and me a said softly, “I want a man who really appreciates me. Makes me his Princess, you know?”

“You want a man to find a glass slipper and place it on your foot?” I asked, trying to make her smile.

Sofia looked up at and pouted, “Yes! Why shouldn’t I expect that a man treat me great?”

She looked genuinely sad, like she would never find a man like this. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but instead my words came quickly, “Oh you should expect that Sofia! You’re a beautiful girl. I can’t believe men aren’t lining up just to kiss your ass!”

As soon as I spoke the words I wished I could take them back. My heart started to beat fast as I was at once mortified by what I had said to this sweet young girl, but at the same time consumed with the vision of her sweet ass and how exciting it would be to kiss it.

“Really!” Sofia giggled, you think they should line up to kiss my ass?”

With that she turned around and ever so slightly jutted out her plump, perfect bottom.

I was hard as a rock and trying to diffuse the situation.

“I mean, not; just that I think;”

Sofia laughed again, but now it seemed to be at me rather than with me, “Oh Mr. Brown, I think you have something there. That’s what I really want, a man who would line up just for the privilege of kissing my ass!”

She turned around and I reflectively let out a sigh, both at the lightening of the tension, and the disappointment of being denied the view of her ass.

“I should be going soon.” she said, “may I have a drink of water?”

“Oh, of course.” I said. As I walked towards the fridge I suddenly realized I was rock hard and there was no longer a chair to hide it from this young beauty.

“Mr. Brown!” she exclaimed. Then she teased “Someone sure enjoys this bathing suit!”

She stared unapologetically at the erection bobbing in my boxers. I was mortified.

“I’m…so sorry Sofia” I said simply as I opened the fridge and poured her some water. I reached over to hand it to her so as not to come to close with my throbbing member.

She laughed and told me it didn’t look like I had anything to be sorry about.

“This will be our little secret Mr. Brown she mock whispered. It’s nice to get advice from a man.”

Sofia stepped towards me and ever so slightly brushed my erection with her arm as she bent forward and kissed my cheek. “We’ll have to do it again soon!”

With that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely aware that I had no ability to resist staring at her bottom wiggling as she moved. She gave me a shy wave at the door as she slid it open, then disappeared into the backyard and the night.

My adventures had just begun.

After Sofia's late night visit I jacked off twice, obsessing about her plump, perfect ass. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. I felt a little groggy when I got up the next morning and decided to clear my head with a run.

I asked myself why I couldn't be a better man. For fuck's sake she is just a teenager! The best friend of my neighbor's daughter! As I ran I lost myself in the rhythm and by the time I got back home I felt a little better. I went directly to the shower and felt re-energized. As I got out of the shower and toweled myself off, I was thinking about all the things I wanted to get done around the house when I heard a voice.

"Uncle Jack?"

I thought I imagined it but I heard it again. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the top of the stairs. "Who's there?" I called.

Suddenly Tina appeared at the bottom of the stairs looking up, "Oh hi Uncle Jack. The door was open and I wanted to talk."

My mind spun a little. Did Tina want to ask what I was doing with Sofia last night? Why was she in the house? I was pretty sure I hadn't left the door open.

"Oh; well; let me put on some clothes." I said half to myself. I moved to my bedroom, put on jeans and a shirt and walked down.

When I came back down, Tina was in the kitchen, wearing denim shorts that showed off her legs and a white t shirt. She was standing in almost the same place that Sofia had. She looked a little nervous playing with her hair. She bit her lower lip and said "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you naked!"

I felt nervous just at the mention of naked and stammered a reassurance that it was fine. I asked her what was up as tried to shake off the question in my head as to whether she was wearing a bra.

Tina explained she was there to apologize for being in the pool so late with her friends. She pleaded with me not to tell her mom. She said she felt terrible and wanted to make it up to me.

I told her I would never tell her mom although while I promised that I had a nagging feeling around sharing another secret with a teenaged girl. I was about to tell her that she didn't have to make it up to me when she cut me off and stretched up to kiss my cheek.

"Oh, thank you Mr. Brown! I know she seems cool but Mom can be very strict!"

Tina then looked around the kitchen with dirty dishes in the sink and suggested, "I know how I can help. I can come over a few times in the next weeks while you settle and clean up for you." She paused and then smirked, "I'm sure you'd enjoy a woman's touch around the house."

I tried to figure out if Tina was being deliberately suggestive and she misread my hesitation in responding. "Don't be nervous, Mom leaves early and Dad is never around. It will just be between us." With that Tina kissed me again on the cheek. This time her tits pushed against my chest in a way that confirmed she was not wearing a bra. I hardened and was relieved when she said she had to run. Tina thanked me again, blew me a kiss and walked out into my backyard.

I fell into a chair at the kitchen table as my mind raced with how to handle the temptations that I was facing. I was mad that I was allowing myself to have all these thoughts. I reminded myself that these teenagers didn't want me in that way. 'For god's sake she's worried you'll tell her mom', I told myself with a frustrated chuckle.

Later that day I was putting together some Ikea furniture in the guest room when saw Tina sunbathing in her backyard. She wore the same little bikini she had worn at my barbecue. I admired how tighter her body was as she applied lotion to her legs. I felt my cock harden a little when she looked up towards my window. I stayed perfectly still, not wanting her to see me run away like I had been doing anything wrong, and my heart sunk a little when she waved. I waved back feebly and I saw her walk towards my gate.

I walked down, trying to think of what to say about being caught. When I got downstairs she was already in my kitchen, having let herself in.

"Hi Uncle Jack! Saw you were home. Are you ok if I use the pool? I'll clean your dishes first?"

I started to tell her she didn't need to clean the dishes but she was already walking to the sink. I admired he legs, which were glistening from the lotion, and noticed she had a French pedicure on her toes when she turned and looked at me over her shoulder.

"This way you can keep a better eye on me." she teased.

I felt myself blush and was grateful she turned back around to focus on the dishes. She asked if I could play some music, and I was grateful for the distraction. I tried to select something a little newer, even though I felt a little sleazy trying to make myself look younger for her. She liked it and wiggled her bum a little to the music while she cleaned.

When she finished the dishes she asked if I wanted to swim with her. I demurred, thinking that felt like trouble so she told me to just sit in back and keep her company.

As I sat in the chair and watched her do laps, I felt like this was still a little inappropriate. I knew her father was out of town, but hoped Tina was right that her mom would be at work all afternoon. Tina finally came out, grabbed a towel and sat at the end of my lounge chair. My toes brushed against the soft skin of her leg until I quickly pulled them away.

"See, this can work out well. You get a cleaner house and some great company, I enjoy your amazing pool."

Tina laughed and sprayed a little water on me. She told me that she wanted to really enjoy this summer before college. She admitted she had lied to her parents that she couldn't get a job so she wouldn't have any stress. She leaned forward and touched my knee.

"That's just between us, Uncle Jack."

I nodded seriously and she laughed freely and stood up.

"It's good to have you back Uncle Jack." She glanced down at her phone, "Oh, I better get ready for tonight. It's Sofia's birthday party. I am dragging my boyfriend along and if I'm late he'll spank me!"

Tina turned and placed her hands on her bum as if protecting her cheeks from a spanking hand. I realized I was staring right at her ass and started to blush again.

Tina laughed a knowing laugh, "Ah, I think I know how to handle him."

She stepped towards me, and as she kissed my cheek and told me she'd see me soon one tit pushed into my shoulder. I watched her get her stuff and walk away and wished I could watch her get ready in her room, but with it still being daylight and her just having caught me, I couldn't take the chance. Instead I jacked off to the though alone in my room.

As I made my simple dinner that night I was starting to think about what my next move in life should be. I supposed I should look for a job, but I honestly didn't have a lot of drive. The company I just quit had indicated they would make a nice settlement with me. I suppose they didn't want me to make a big deal of my boss fucking my wife. It occurred to me that I wanted the same thing Tina did, to take the summer off. My thoughts then drifted to Tina, wondering what she was doing with her boyfriend at this moment. And to Sofia at her 18th birthday party;

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my back door. I looked over and saw it was Amy in my backyard. She was wearing a sleeveless orange top and shorts. I waved for her to come in and when she did told her it was good to see her and offered her a beer.

"Thanks Jack, I'd love one."

I cracked open a couple of bottles and brought her one as she leaned against he counter. We toasted to 'old friends' but then she became a little serious.

"So I got a text from Tina."

My heart sunk. What had Tina said. Had she told her Mom I had been staring at her body much of the day?

"She's worried that you're lonely over here."

My eyes widened a bit with surprise but she continued, "I know it must be tough after all these years."

I nodded, happy to not be called out on my attraction to her teenaged daughter.

"Jack, I know we've had a certain electricity between us, but I could never cheat on Robert."

My mind raced trying to catch up, "I; um; I never; "

She laughed a little but bit her lower lip, just as I had seen her daughter do, "I know, I know, you never said anything but I know you think about it."

I had, but the guilty look on my face was more because I had been more recently thinking of her daughter.

"So; I have an idea."

Amy explained that she knew I had needs, and she wanted to help.

"I know you like my tits. I've seen you staring at them ever since we first met all those years ago." she said softly, then giggled in a way that reminded me of her teenaged daughter. "Today you'll finally get you look at them while you; take care of yourself."

I was completely taken aback. I didn't know what to say but I stared at her tits like an idiot and noticed her nipples were poking through her orange top. I saw she was looking at my cock, as if surprised I was not already stroking it.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased? I nodded without even fully comprehending what was happening.

"I guess I'll go first." she said with a nervous laugh. With that she reached down and slowly lifted her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and her pink nipples were proudly erect. She definitely had very nice tits. I had always thought so, and now here they were, presented to me like a gift just two feet away.

Amy looked at me expectantly, "Well?"

It seemed we were past the point of no return so I unzipped my shorts and took out my cock. Amy seemed disappointed that it was only semi-hard. I couldn't tell her I had jacked off to thoughts of her daughter just a couple of hours ago. Amy held her tits up to encourage me and I started to stroke my cock while looking at them. I felt a little silly here in my kitchen doing this in front of an old friend, but it was true I had fantasized about them .

"That's it" she said as she watched my cock grow in my hands, "Don't be nervous, stroke it for me."

The combination of Amy telling me to stroke it for her, and her telling me 'don't be nervous' in the exact same words her daughter had used in this same room earlier today really got me excited. I was now very hard and stroking faster with Amy's soft and sweet encouragement.

"You've wanted to see these for a long time haven't you? Maybe one night I'll let you see a little more."

I could feel I was already going to cum when she sealed the deal as she pinches her nipples, "Don't wait, cum for me Jack, I know you want to."

I spurted all over, getting a little on her foot as I did so. Amy laughed, telling me she could tell that she had surprised me, but how glad she was she could help.

"I'll do my best to help you through this Jack. You just call me if you need someone."

I thanked her as I took a paper towel and cleaned her foot. "What a gentleman!" she giggled as she put her shirt back on.

When I stood up, Amy kissed me on the lips, pushing my now soft and still exposed cock against me. "This will obviously be our little secret." she whispered in my ear.

As Amy left out the back door I fell back into a chair. My head was spinning with all the 'secrets' I now shared with these beautiful women.

With all the temptations in my life, it was becoming tough to focus on anything else. The morning after my neighbor Amy had allowed me to jack off while she bared her tits to me, I ran 5 miles. When I returned home I had a call with my lawyer who was negotiating my settlement with my old company. I had a call with my divorce layer scheduled for later in the day, but my mind was not on the legal and financial complexities in my life. Instead it kept flashing back to Amy's tits and the encouragement she gave as she teased me. To her daughter who shared her mother's habit of not wearing a bra, and who seemed all too aware of the powers of her beauty. And finally to Sofia, the most alluring of them all, who had turned eighteen only yesterday. Somehow the milestone of her birthday made me feel better about the constant fantasizing I had been doing about her perfect plump ass.

I felt myself harden and remembered Amy's promise to be available if I needed her. If she wasn't at work it might have been tempting to do so right now.

I tried to focus on the documents my lawyer had told me to read, but my mind would simply not rest. I finally decided to cool down in the pool. After a few laps I started to lose myself in the rhythm as I went back and forth. I told myself it was normal for a man to respond like this, I just needed to try to tone down the temptations a little. How could I do that?

I finished my final lap and as I got to the side of the pool and reached to pull myself out of the water I saw a vision approach me. It was Sofia wearing a t shirt, little skirt and flip flops. I though for a moment I might be imagining it, but she stopped right in front of me, looking down with a smile. From this angle my face was just in front her her pedicured toes and when I looked up to see her I could see right up her white skirt. Her panties were orange and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out. I tried to ignore this and gave her a tight smile.

"Hi Mr. Brown, looking good!"

"Hi Sofia. You also."

Immediately I regretted having said that. I tried to recover.

"Err; what brings you over?" I said as I struggled to get out of the water.

"Oh, you said I could come by any time to swim? I hope that's ok?"

That was true, and at this moment that promise felt like both a huge mistake and pure genius. I saw the look of trepidation on Sofia's face as I squeezed by her to get a towel.

"Yes; well; of course. I; "

"Great! Thank you, you're sweet. Tina is out of town with her boyfriend and I was bored."

I watched as Sofia stripped off her t shirt and kicked off her flip flops. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. She pulled her skirt down and the orange bikini bottoms got pulled down a little with it, revealing a generous amount of her ass crack. Sofia casually pulled it back up, leaving only half of each ass cheek exposed for me.

"I'll got for a quick swim then let's catch up inside? Tina texted and said you were lonely over here."

I was about to respond but Tina dove gracefully into the water and began to swim. I noticed I was rather hard just from looking at her and made sure I kept the towel in front of me as I retreated to safety of my house. I got changed out of my bathing suit into shorts and a t shirt. I noted that I had chosen an outfit I thought I looked good in, even while chastising myself for trying to impress a teenager.

When I came down Sofia was letting herself into the house. She was still wet from the pool and I could see her large nipples as her bikini top clung to her tits. God, she was delicious.

I asked her if she wanted a water and she looked at me with her big brown eyes as if to tell me she knew exactly what I was really thinking about.

"You know what I'd really like is to smoke a bit. Do you smoke Mr. Brown?"

I knew she didn't mean cigarettes. It had been years since I had smoked but I did indeed enjoy it through most of my life. I nodded without thinking. She probably could have had me agreeing too anything with those eyes.

"Good!" she smirked. "I'm going to change into dry clothes then we can smoke and talk." she announced as she took panties out of her purse and placed them with her t shirt and skirt.

"Do you mind rolling while I'm gone?" she asked as she handed me the weed and rolling papers.

She saw my hesitation and teased, "It's ok Mr. Brown; I'm 18 now!"

With that she turned and I watched her ass wiggle away to the bathroom.

My heart was beating fast as I rolled a joint. This was so inappropriate. I tried to rationalize that Sofia was an adult, then tried to remind myself that I had to be responsible when she returned, but mainly I just thought of her ass. I had never seen one quite that perfect. It really was a fantasy in itself.

Sofia came back out after what seemed like just a minute. I hadn't had time to form a game plan.

"Look at you. Rolled two! I don't know if I can keep up with you!"

I looked down and realized I had indeed rolled two joints. "Oh; I; "

Sofia laughed and plopped herself down on the couch beside me, her knee touching mine. She put her hand on my leg and I felt my erection jump a little in my shorts. "Relax Mr. Brown. Let's smoke."

I laughed with her and told her to call me Jack. I added that perhaps she should call me Mr. Brown when others were around which made the whole situation seem somehow more illicit.

"Light me up Mr. Jack Brown." she said teasingly and I did. She passed me the joint after inhaling and I took in a big hit. I really did need to relax.

It may have been a placebo effect but I felt a little high almost immediately. This was definitely stronger weed that I was used to. Or maybe my tolerance had disappeared over the years. Neither Sofia or I spoke for a few hits. I became very aware of my knee touching her leg. Her skin was so soft. I could feel heat coming from her, or my reaction to touching her.

"So; I thought a lot about what you told me Jack."

My mind reeled trying to think of what I might have told her.

Sofia took another hit, then continued, "That I should expect men to want to kiss my ass."

I could feel myself blushing as I tried hard not to think about her ass. My erection was proudly forming a tent in my shorts, although hoped she didn't notice. "I; well; "

"So at my party last night, this boy who has been chasing me around hit on me pretty hard. Later in the night I decided to give him a chance. I told him if he impressed me with how well he kissed my ass I'd see what I could do for him."

My cock twitched and I saw Sofia look at my lap. She continued, "He was eager so we went upstairs. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him off, then turned around, flipped up my skirt and presented my bum to him."

I wanted to tell Sofia how inappropriate it was to tell me this. I wanted to stop the conversation and be a better man. I said nothing as I inhaled and nodded.

"Well, he did it Jack, he kissed both cheeks. It felt good, but honestly I knew he wasn't really into it. He just wanted something in return you know?"

I nodded sagely, but all I could think about was how lucky he was to get to kiss her remarkable ass.

"So I gave him a hand job, which he must have enjoyed because he's been texting me all day. But, I mean you've had a pretty good look at my bum. I think kissing it should be a reward in itself don't you?"

I tried to murmur assent, but the words got stuck in my throat. Sofia looked down at the tent again then bent towards me conspiratorially. She spoke in a whisper as she moved her face close to mine, "I think you'd think kissing my ass was a pretty nice reward wouldn't you?"

I couldn't pull my eyes away from hers. I had never wanted any girl so much in my life. I knew just how wrong this was but I nodded dumbly.

This was not enough for her. Sofia pushed, "Tell me."

"Sofia; this is wrong but; I would so love to kiss your ass."

She giggled and stroked my cheek then rose so she was looking down at me.

"That's what I wanted to hear."

Sofia turned and lifted her little skirt, her luscious ass less than a foot from my face. She was wearing little pink panties and asked me if I wanted her to pull them down. I sounded like a fool agreeing anxiously and she giggled at my desperation.

"Ok Jack. Today is your lucky day."

She lowered the panties so slowly and I watched like a 5 year old would watch a gift being unwrapped. I had fantasized about Sofia's ass so many times in the last days and now it was right here. Finally it was completely bare and she let the panties drop to the floor. Sofia bent forward a little and I could see her asshole and pussy lips.

"Enjoy." she said simply.

I took this as my cue and started to kiss her plump bottom. I started on the bottom on one cheek and slowly worked my way across it, wanting to kiss every inch. Finally I got to her ass crack and started to kiss along it. Although I had never kissed an asshole before, I wanted to kiss Sofia's with all my being. I was afraid she might pull away if I did so but finally I couldn't resist. I pushed my face between her generous ass cheeks and kissed her asshole passionately. When she simply wriggled and pushed back on my face I murmured a muffled thank you and kissed it again and again like it was my first girlfriend. I eventually pulled away and enjoyed her other ass cheek. While I was kissing it Sofia teased me.

"This is what I need Jack. A man who wants me so much he is grateful just to kiss my ass. That's all you want, right?"

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her right here. I wanted her lips around my cock.

"Yes; thank you Sofia. Your ass is perfect and I know I am lucky to kiss it."

Sofia broke into gales of laughter and rose, pulling away from my lips and letting her skirt fall back over her ass.

"Good boy" she said as she turned and touched my cheek again. "All the years I used to come by hereI thought you were hot. Now you're my desperate little ass kisser."

"Thank you." I said, unsure what the right response would be.

"I think we should keep this to ourselves, don't you?" she taunted.

I agreed emphatically and she responded, "No problem, our secret. But I expect you to always be grateful that you are allowed to bury your face in this ass, and always show me deep respect."

I assured the teenager that i would, that of course I understood how lucky I was.

"Good." she smirked. "But I didn't get anything for my birthday. Maybe you should take me out for dinner. We can bring Tina if you like."

I agreed readily, even while wondering how I could do this without looking like a fool. And what about Amy?

"I like that you're so anxious to please Jack." Sofia bent down to kiss my cheek and as she did so she squeezed my cock through my pants. "Now I guess you should go take care of this. See you soon."

To be continued in part 2, by writemarksmith for Literotica.

Amy gets fingered for the first time.

In parts, by Djmac1031- listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods.

He had just gotten back poolside when Amy’s best friend Cindy came over to him.

“If you’re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago,” Cindy said. “She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren’t fighting or something are you?”

Tommy sighed inwardly. Cindy was a good friend to Amy, but she was always so damn nosy. She’d been “shipping” the both of them since long before “shipping” had become a catchphrase, and a stupid one at that, Tommy thought.

“No, of course not,” Tommy replied, as casually as he could. “I haven’t seen her since the Marco / Polo game broke up a while ago and everybody wandered off.”

Cindy looked skeptical. “Thought I saw you two still chatting after I got out of the pool,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You sure somethings not up? You better not have upset my bestie!” she growled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy said, a little too defensively.

“I’m gonna talk to her about it later tonight, ya know. I’m sleeping over. I’ll get her to dish, whatever it is, you know that right?” Cindy claimed boldly.

Tommy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You guys have fun, talk about whatever you want, I don’t care.”

Cindy gave him a look that said she didn’t quite believe that, then spun and walked away.

Tommy watched her leave, relieved she was finally gone. He caught himself looking at her plump ass as she retreated, then quickly averted his eyes.

Cindy was cute, even beautiful he had to admit. If he was being honest with himself, he found her attractive sexually. But he certainly didn’t have any feelings for her. Not like he had for Amy.

Tommy’s thoughts drifted back to Amy, and their time alone in the woods, and what they’d done together, a series of firsts for both of them.

He thought of her final words to him before she left the wooded path for the house: “I love you too.”

Was it love, he thought? It was certainly more than just some teenage “crush.”

Was it just sexual? No, he thought. He’d had feelings for her long before what became their first sexual explorations together this evening. He was just finally getting around to admitting it to himself, and understanding that Amy had these same feelings too.

It was all so new, so confusing. But exciting too, he had to admit.

He sat there alone, feet in the water, thinking about all of that, and trying not to think about the handjob Amy had given him just minutes ago, or about seeing and touching her breasts for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to pitch another tent right there by the side of the pool.

He looked up from his thoughts and saw Amy’s mom heading into the house.

Tommy had a moment of panic. He hoped Amy was done doing, well, whatever she was doing in there. She’d been gone awhile.

But he supposed she had to clean up the mess he’d made. She was probably washing her suit and towel out, making sure no telltale stains were left behind.

He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw Amy bound out the door and down the steps into the yard, and he let it out in a rush of relief.

She looked happy and carefree enough, so if she’d encountered her mom it must have gone okay.

Amy paused, looking around, and her face lit up in a radiant smile when she spotted him.

Amy had to keep herself from running over to Tommy. She felt like she was floating over the grass, not simply stepping across it as she walked towards him, butterflies in her stomach.

He stood as she approached, and it struck her, not for the first time, just how handsome he was.

His eyes were a strange but beautiful combo of green and brown, with yellow flecks you could only see up close.

His hair was a darker blonde than hers, although it was lightened now by the sun and spiky in a short summer cut.

His body was lean and lanky, with wide shoulders and long legs. While not super muscular, what he had was lean and firm and strong from the various forms of physical work he always seemed to be doing.

Amy’s eyes traveled down his hairless chest to his stomach, then (not for the first time) to that hint of a V shape that started just under his abs, pointing the way towards his,

“No, stop, not now,” Amy thought. “That way madness lies,” she laughed to herself, remembering her Shakespeare.

She hoped he hadn’t caught her looking, then realized maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if he had anyway.

His eyes seemed fixed on her as she approached, and they were speckled moonlight.

Amy felt her heart flutter and a tingle between her legs. “Oh girl,” she thought. “If this is love, you’re in trouble,” she groaned inwardly.

Then they were together, standing face to face.

Amy desperately wanted to hug him, to kiss him, but they both knew they couldn’t risk such open displays of affection just now.

So she instead simply spoke, “Hey there.”

“Hey,” Tommy replied, almost a whisper.

They both stood there, smiling like, well, two young lovers. Neither knew what to say next. Tommy broke the silence. “Wanna get a snack?”

“I’d love to,” was her reply.

They spent the rest of the party almost entirely by each other’s side. Oh they socialized, chatted with their other friends, even played horseshoes for a while. But they we’re always at least close by, making eye contact and sharing secret smiles.

The party eventually started to wind down, and people began saying their goodbyes.

Tommy kept a respectful distance as many were approaching Amy to congratulate her and say goodnight. She stood for a while with her parents, thanking each guest in turn for coming and for their thoughtful gifts, etc.

He felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. It was his mother.

“Hey sport, I’m gonna go. Do you want a ride back with me or are you staying for a bit?” They only lived a few blocks away, an easy walking distance, but his mom had driven so she could bring over the food she’d volunteered to make and the graduation gifts they’d gotten for Amy.

“Is it okay if I stay a bit? Amy’s parents said it was okay if a few of us stayed and watched a movie,” I explained. “I can walk home after, no problem. It’s a nice night.”

Mom looked at him and grinned. “Wanna spend more time with Amy, huh?” she said knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much time you two have been spending together lately.” Tommy gulped but said nothing.

His mother relented. “Well, okay. I trust you, and I trust Amy’s parents. You won’t get into too much trouble I think. Just behave yourself, you hear? Be a good gentleman. And be home by midnight.”

Tommy smiled and nodded. “Sure mom, you bet. Thanks.”

“Just remember: God is watching you.” And with that she turned to make her goodbyes to Amy and her parents.

“Yeah, well, we gave him a hell of a show earlier then,” Tommy thought to himself, and had to stifle a laugh.

The popcorn was made, some fruit juice poured, (“You guys have had enough soda for one day” Amy’s mom had said, stern but kindly) and they were settling down to watch the movie.

The only person who wound up staying besides Tommy was Cindy, who of course was sleeping over.

Amy and Cindy were on the center couch. Tommy sat alone in a recliner chair off to the side, as Amy’s parents came in from the kitchen.

“We’re heading up to bed now,” Amy’s dad started. “We expect you kids to behave yourself.” Amy’s mom turned and looked directly at Tommy. “I expect you’ll be a gentleman and show respect for our house?” she asked him.

“Yes ma'am, yes sir,” Tommy replied, addressing both parents.

Mom nodded, then turned to Cindy. “Cindy, you’re chaperone. Keep a watch over these two. They’ve been making eyes at each other all night.”

“Mom!” Amy cried, embarrassed.

“What? You thought we didn’t notice? We’re not as blind as you think we are,” her mom shot back.

Amy flushed crimson, but said nothing more.

“Cindy?” Mom continued, “you heard me right? You’re on guard duty. Understand?”

Cindy barely contained her eye roll but nodded and replied, “Yes ma'am, of course.”

“Just remember,” Dad said suddenly, “leave room for the Holy Spirit,” and looking directly at Tommy, dropped him a wink and smiled.

Tommy gulped. He had no clue what to make of that at all, so he simply nodded.

Mom threw dad a sharp glare and his smile quickly faded. “Straight home after the movie young man, you understand me?” Mom said.

“Yes ma'am, I understand,” Tommy replied.

Then they both gave Amy a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs to their bedroom.

The room was silent for several moments after they left, finally broken by Cindy. “Well that was awkward,” she blurted.

They all laughed, breaking the tension.

They’d all changed into some dry clothes earlier, (Tommy had only just remembered to fetch his from his mom’s car before she left) and Tommy couldn’t help but notice how cute Amy looked in her sleepwear; a pink Hello Kitty pajama top and matching shorts.

It was, as all her outfits were, modest, but it left her shoulders bare and he could see the tan lines made by her bathing suit. Suddenly he was thinking about her breasts, exposed and pale in the moonlight, as she’d slowly slipped down the straps,

He was snapped out of this memory by a voice. “Tommy? Earth to Tommy!”

It was Cindy. “You can’t see the TV well from there. Come sit on the couch with us. I’ll scoot over, you can sit next to Amy.” She smiled wryly, and Amy elbowed her good naturedly, but put up no further argument.

“Yeah, sure, makes sense,” Tommy said casually, trying not to sound too eager.

The girls scooted over and he sat down next to Amy, who was now in the middle, Cindy to her left at the other end.

Their hips touched as he sat, and he awkwardly tried to figure out what to do with his left arm. He decided to put it around Amy’s shoulders. He made sure to keep his hand up on the couch, a safe distance from the tempting curve of her breast.

Amy settled her head on Tommy’s shoulder, sighing almost imperceptibly in contentment. Cindy heard it though, and this time did not contain her eye roll, but smiled knowingly.

They watched the movie like that for a while, in silence. It was some rom-com the girls had picked out, one of their favorites. Tommy didn’t really care what they picked. He wasn’t there for the movie.

It was a PG film and a pretty tame one at that. No sex or nudity of course. Although there were a couple of kissing scenes and during them Tommy could feel Amy shifting slightly under his arm, and knew exactly what she was thinking.

About an hour into the movie, Cindy suddenly stood up. Making a show of stretching (Tommy could not help but notice the way her large breasts pushed out from her less modest tank top, despite himself) and, mock yawning, turned to address them.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” she announced, looking slyly at Tommy for a second. Then to Amy she added, “your parents bedroom is right across the hall from yours. Keep your cell phone nearby. If I hear them stir, I’ll text you.”

Turning back to Tommy, she said, “There’s about 30 minutes left in this movie. If Amy’s not upstairs and in her bed in 35, I’m personally knocking on her parents door and waking them up.”

“I know your parents told me to chaperone,” she continued, “but I figure if God sees all, let Him keep an eye on you two.”

And with a sly wink and a totally knowing grin, she turned and went upstairs.

Tommy and Amy both sat silent and shocked as they watched her go.

Tommy broke the silence. “I, I can’t believe she just did that,” he muttered.

Amy just sighed, cupped his face with her hand, turned it towards her own, and whispered, “she’s a good friend.”

And just like that they were kissing.

Tommy’s mind was spinning happily. She smelled so good, clean and fresh after her earlier shower. Some kind of floral scented shampoo, he thought, and he also caught a hint of what he guessed was perfume; a light, almost fruity scent. Her hair was loose, wavy, and flowing around her face and neck.

He could taste her lip gloss, sweet with a hint of cinnamon.

It wasn’t long before the arm he still had half on the couch dropped to a more comfortable, intimate position.

Breaking the kiss a moment, he looked at her, head tilted, eyes questioning. No words were needed. She simply nodded her consent and shifted herself into a better position for his hand to gently cup her breast.

Again he felt her hard little nipple underneath her shirt, already swollen. He could see her neck and what little skin that was exposed just above her chest flush with excitement as she squirmed under his touch.

His hand then slid under the soft cotton fabric and found the bare skin of her breast beneath. He was surprised she wasn’t wearing a bra, but supposed the top was generally modest enough that she didn’t need one.

Or, he speculated, she’d left it off on purpose.

Amy rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, focusing on the incredible sensations, as his hand explored her firm young flesh. He was so gentle, and every time his fingers found her nipples her body jerked as if shocked.

Tommy’s voice broke through her trance, whispering. “Amy, are you  okay? Tell me if I hurt you, or,”

“I’m fine, just, sensitive,” she stammered. She opened her eyes, imploring, “don’t stop, please.” She leaned in, finding his lips again.

As they continued making out, he felt her hand land on his upper thigh, slowly moving towards his crotch.

The loose fitting shorts he was wearing were containing his throbbing erection, but just barely. Then her hand was over it, feeling it’s length for the second time that night.

Suddenly she was tugging at his waistband, trying desperately to free it.

It took all of his willpower to grasp her hand and remove it.

“Amy, we can’t. It’s too risky. And too, messy.”

She groaned and frowned. “I know, but,”

Tommy lifted her chin up to face him, and spoke softly, lovingly. “Amy, I want it too, but we have to be smart. If your parents walked in on us with my pants down, or if I made a mess again all over your couch,” he paused, removed his hand from her breast, and with one finger made the “throat cutting” gesture across his neck.

She nodded, regretfully. “Yeah, you’re right. Dammit.”

They sat quietly for a moment, just holding each other.

She looked at him suddenly, with a determined glint in her eye.

“Would you,” she paused, licked her lips, swallowed nervously, started again:

“Would you, touch me, somewhere else?” Her voice was a weak whisper.

“Where?” said Tommy, not getting it yet.

Amy smiled shyly, looked down, and slowly parted her legs.

Understanding dawned in his eyes. A huge grin spread on his face, but was quickly replaced by gentle concern.

“Are you sure?” he asked sweetly. “Because I don’t want to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to,”

Amy cut him off sharply but lovingly. “Tommy, if you don’t touch my Kitty right now I’ll wind up screaming in frustration. Please. I need this.” Her voice was a harsh whisper that contained a desperation he’d never heard from her before.

Tommy was utterly taken aback by this outburst. Then he broke into a goofy grin. “Your kitty?” he said incredulously.

Amy flushed with embarrassment. “It’s what, it’s what I’ve always, called, it. I know, it’s silly.”

“It’s adorable,” said Tommy, “and so are you.”

His hand went to the bare skin of her right thigh, slowly caressing her soft, tan skin.

Her breathing became heavier as his hand slid higher up her thigh, finding the hem in the leg of her pajama shorts, then slipped under it.

His fingers found the edge of her panties where they met her thigh, then paused.

She moaned, put her hand on his, pushed it further. “Please,” she groaned, “please keep going.”

His fingers started to work their way under the edge of her panties when she suddenly stopped him.

“Just don’t, just don’t push your fingers, inside. Not all the way,  okay? I’m still a virgin, and I wanna stay that way for now. At least till we’re ready to,” she stopped herself, then shrugged, “, well you know. Touch anywhere else you want, just don’t push inside,  okay?”

Tommy nodded, understanding. He knew enough about the female anatomy to understand what the hymen was and how it could be broken. He certainly didn’t want to push Amy beyond what she was ready for.

“Don’t worry, I don’t ever want to hurt you, Amy. Please tell me if I do. And stop me if I go too far. I’ve never done this, and I want it to be right,” he said.

“Just touch me,” she hissed. “I’ll guide you if needed, okay?”

Without further hesitation, his hand slid up again, finding her panties, but instead of going under them he suddenly changed direction and went over the fabric, cupping her entire “Kitty” in his palm.

What he found was warm, almost hot, and he could feel moisture seeping its way through the gusset, warm and slippery like a lotion or oil.

He looked at her with happy confusion, and she smiled. “It gets that way sometimes. When it’s, excited.” She winked at him wickedly. “But you’re torturing me, Tommy. Here, let me just,”

With a quick move, her hand was suddenly inside her pajama shorts, and with a jerk she pulled her panties aside, allowing him easier access. He instantly felt the hot wet flesh of her virgin cunt under the palm of his hand.

He wasn’t sure who gasped louder at the moment of contact, him or her.

Amy’s eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers started to explore her soft folds.

Tommy was mesmerized by what he was feeling. His fingers gently probed and explored her swollen labia, then found where they separated as his fingers slipped between them, locating the entrance to her vagina.

He stopped there, remembering his promise not to probe too deep.

Cautiously, he stuck a finger tip in, then looked at Amy. “This okay? Not too much?”

Her breath was hitching, as she struggled to keep quiet despite the immense pleasure. “Ya, yes, it’s fine,” she stammered. “Juh, just a little deeper. There, stop! Now just slide it in and out a bit.”

He followed her instructions and she closed her eyes again, imagining, as she had when she’d masturbated earlier, that it was the tip of his cock sliding in and out of her virgin hole.

She felt like a fire hydrant the way she was gushing from the gentle fingering. Tommy felt it too.

“It’s so wet,” he said, his voice a low marvel. “I know, sorry,” she stuttered, barely able to speak.

“Don’t be,” he whispered in her ear. “I got you way messier earlier, remember? Besides, I’m assuming this means I’m doing a good job, right?”

“Oh, yes, yes you, oh, oh God, don’t stop, a little faster, oh, oh Jesus, I’m gonna,” Amy suddenly bit down on her lip so hard she thought it might bleed, as she felt the wave of her orgasm hit her, knocking her head back against the couch, her arm squeezing Tommy’s waist so tight he could barely breathe, her other hand flying to her mouth to cover her scream as her body shook uncontrollably.

“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop,” her voice came muffled from under her hand as she felt a fireball of pleasure spread outwardly from her vagina, simultaneously up towards her head and down to her toes. Then her sounds were no longer words, but high pitched squeals. Her body rocked forward, then back, then shook with what looked like a convulsion. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Amy had been sitting with her eyes closed in a state of utter relaxation, wrapped in Tommy’s strong embrace. Suddenly they opened, and looking down, she saw Tommy’s erection, still straining against his shorts.

“Oh, Tommy, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about, that,” she gestured to his crotch. “Are you sure I can’t, you know, help take care of it? It seems so unfair to leave you that way.”

Tommy glanced at the TV. There were maybe ten minutes left in the movie. Plenty of time, really. But he was still worried.

“Amy, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you to. 

But I’m just concerned about making another mess all over you, or worse, on your parents couch!”

Amy looked sad, then thoughtful. She looked up at him suddenly, with a gaze that was both shy yet determined.

“I have, I have an idea,” she said, her voice shaking, “but I don’t know what you’ll think of it.”

Tommy looked at her quizzically, so she continued, “I could, I could, you know, put it in my, in my mouth.” She blushed at her own brazen words.

Tommy’s eyes went wide. “You mean,?”

Amy simply nodded. Her face still flushed but also filled with love and determination. “Yes,” she answered. “I want to please you that way. Please?” she begged, pouting.

Her plea broke any remaining willpower he had left to resist. He kissed her, then smiled. “How could I possibly refuse that pretty face?” he chuckled.

He sat back, loosened his shorts, then slid them down. His cock sprung free immediately.

Despite having seen and touched it in this state earlier that evening, Amy still couldn’t help but giggle at how his penis bounced and twitched all on it’s own.

“What would be the, you know, best way to, you know, do that?” she asked, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Um,” Tommy thought, “maybe on your knees? On the floor?”

Amy nodded and slid down to the floor, placing herself between Tommy’s legs.

This seemed like a good position, she thought, as she got her first really good, close up look at his penis. There was a long, thick vein that ran up the underside of it, from the bottom of the shaft up to the strange indentation of flesh just under the tip that reminded Amy vaguely of her own folds just above her clit. She observed his balls again, in their strange little sack of flesh, covered in small dark hairs.

“It’s all such a strange looking thing,” she thought to herself, “but somehow beautiful, and arousing.”

Amy took his throbbing member in her hand, feeling it pulse in her grip, then started to lean forward towards it.

Just as her lips approached his swollen head, she froze. Letting go, she looked up at him, suddenly afraid.

“I,” Amy started, “I don’t, I don’t know what I’m doing,” she stammered. “What if I hurt you?”

“You don’t have to do this, Amy, we can stop right now,” Tommy said, concerned.

“No, no, I’m just, I wanna do good,” Amy smiled weakly, “just afraid I won’t be.”

“Relax, take your time, go slow, you’ll be fine baby. I’m so worked up this won’t take long anyway,” he laughed, calming her. Then he echoed her earlier words, “I’ll guide you if needed,  okay?”

She nodded, smiled, then advanced once more towards his throbbing cock. She felt Tommy’s hand touching her face in gentle reassurance, then brushing her hair back away from it. She met his gaze and smiled.

Her lips found his head and kissed it tentatively. As before in the woods when she touched it for the very first time, it suddenly started bouncing up and down like a diving board someone just leapt from.

She suppressed her mirth this time, determined to get down to business. Again taking his thick shaft in her tiny hand, she held it steady, as she kissed the tip more confidently now. Tommy gasped, feeling the warmth of her lips make contact with his sensitive glans.

Feeling bolder, Amy parted her lips and slowly took the tip in her mouth.

Tommy winced suddenly, and whispered through his clenched jaw, “mind the teeth!”

Amy’s mouth let go immediately, and she blurted, “Shit, sorry! You  okay?”

“Fine, I’m fine, just, it’s  okay baby, try again,” Tommy said reassuringly.

Amy’s cheeks flushed hot, but she nodded and slid her lips over the tip of his cock again, this time making sure to keep her teeth clear.

She got past the tip easily enough, then took another inch or so. Here she paused yet again. She had no idea how far she should or could go, or what to do next.

Sensing her confusion and hesitation, Tommy spoke to her softly. “Only go as far as you’re comfortable, baby, then just slide it in and out, kinda like what you did with your hand earlier, but using your mouth instead. Does that make sense?”

“Mmm hmm,” Amy replied through her full lips, the vibrations causing a groan of pleasure from Tommy. She made a mental note that he liked that.

Slowly, Amy started to move her head, up and down, feeling the hot flesh of his cock sliding across her tongue, feeling the ridge of his tip passing in and out of her lips; a very strange yet pleasurable sensation.

She was starting to get the hang of it. Using her right hand to hold his cock steady, her grip gentle yet firm at the base, Amy continued to bob her head up and down over his cock, although she still only dared to take about a third of it.

It was incredibly hard, yet also felt somehow soft and spongy in her mouth. She was surprised to realize it had no real taste to it at all besides a hint of salt.

She was so busy concentrating on what she was doing that she barely remembered to check to see how Tommy was handling it.

Looking up, she saw him covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his groans and gasps. But his eyes spoke volumes as to the pleasure he was receiving.

Their eyes met again, and Amy somehow managed a smile despite having the first penis she’d ever seen, touched, and now sucked in her mouth. She started humming again softly, grinning up at him with a wicked sparkle in her ocean blue eyes.

That sent Tommy over the edge. These sensations were all too new to him, far more intense and pleasurable than anything he’d ever managed to create with just his hand. There was no way he could hold back for long.

Amy suddenly felt his penis swell in her mouth, like it was expanding somehow. The earlier handjob she’d given had clued her in on what this meant of course; his climax was imminent.

Now was the moment of truth, Amy realized. Would she be able to handle him squirting all that thick, sticky stuff in her mouth?

Despite being completely inexperienced, Amy was a smart girl. She decided the best course of action in a split second.

Quickly she lifted her head up so that her mouth now only held his throbbing cock head. Her lips sealed tight around the ridge forming a vacuum. The hand that had been gripping his base now started to stroke his shaft up and down as he’d taught her before, jerking him while applying gentle suction with her mouth.

If she was going to try to catch all of his squirt, she decided she should treat his cock like a straw and try to suck it out. That’s just what she did, and she felt the first blast pushing its way up his shaft under her hand, forcefully shooting out the tip.

It hit her tongue; hot, salty, but also sweet somehow. The texture was thick and creamy, like some strange combo of yogurt and egg whites. Amy tasted it for only a microsecond before acting on instinct and working the slimy glob to the back of her throat and swallowing.

Just in time for the second blast. This one caught her less prepared, and she choked slightly, then kept going.

But there was simply too much to keep up with. Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow, and with horror she realized some of his cum was leaking out past her lips despite her best efforts at containment and about to drip on the couch.

Suddenly she felt a hand just under her chin. Tommy, thinking quickly, had grabbed some fortunate nearby napkins and was using them to catch the run off oozing from her lips and down her chin.

She took the napkins gratefully, and quickly mopped up her chin. Amy pulled her mouth back until her lips were resting just over the slit of his tip, then slowly stroked his still hard shaft, feeling the last few drops squeeze out on her tongue.

She rolled his cum around on her tongue a bit, savoring the taste this time. It didn’t taste bad, nor did it taste good, she thought. Just, odd. But it certainly wasn’t terrible or anything. And just the notion of what exactly it was, and just how it had wound up in her mouth, sent pleasant little shivers through her.

Amy looked up at Tommy, the tip of his penis still on her lips, and grinned proudly. She’d done it! She’d actually made him squirt with her mouth! And managed to keep it from getting truly messy by actually swallowing almost all of it.

Amy felt his penis starting to soften slightly in her hand. She marveled at the fascinating biology of it all for a moment before deciding on a whim to lick him completely clean of the last few splashes of cum that were stuck to him.

She heard Tommy moan, and felt his body tremor, as she gently finished cleaning his shaft and head with her tongue. Then, giving it one last kiss, she reluctantly let go of his slowly deflating penis.

Amy then felt a sudden pang of guilt. Not for giving her first blowjob, no. She actually felt proud about that. She just felt bad for being so focused on what she was doing that she’d totally missed out on seeing most of Tommy’s reaction.

She looked up at him again. His face was flushed, but grinning ear to ear. She noticed with some alarm that his lower lip was bleeding, and called his attention to it.

“Really?” Tommy muttered, as if coming out of a trance. He tentatively touched his lip, saw the blood on his fingers, then chuckled softly. “Well, it was either bite my lip or scream so loud I’d wake your parents. Small price to pay, I guess,” he said laughing. “It’s not bad, it’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He dabbed his lip with a fresh napkin, wiping off the blood.

Amy got up off her knees and sat beside him on the couch, then simply wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug that he returned in earnest.

“That was beautiful, Amy. Absolutely amazing. Thank you so, so much,” he whispered in her ear, followed by, “I love you.”

“I know,” she whispered, grinning again. Tommy laughed. “Well played, princess.”

Looking up, Tommy noticed the credits were now rolling on the movie.

“Shit, I better get moving,” he sighed, reluctantly letting go of Amy and reaching down to pull his shorts back up.

“Wait,” whispered Amy, “just a second, I just wanna, ,” her hand wrapped around his now soft penis and gave it a gentle squeeze, “say goodbye.” Then she giggled. “It’s so strange how different it feels when it’s soft,” she marveled.

“Yeah, well keep that up and you’ll wake it up again,” he said, only half joking. He already felt it starting to stir despite having just had his second orgasm within a couple of hours.

“Take a last look,” he cracked before pulling his shorts up and adjusting everything back to normal.

Their eyes met again, and Amy gently kissed him, taking care not to put too much pressure on his sore lip. But it had already stopped bleeding and he didn’t wince at her kiss, simply returned it.

Finally they broke the kiss, and Tommy stood up. “Time for me to go, babe, sorry.”

Amy nodded, then suddenly looked troubled. Noticing the look, he asked, “What is it? What’s on your mind?”

Amy took a moment to gather her thoughts, then finally spoke. “Tommy, I, I’ve really, enjoyed everything we’ve, done together tonight. All of it. And I don’t feel guilty or shameful about it. Does, does that make me, a slut?” she asked with a gulp.

“No, God no,” Tommy gasped. “Do you love me?” he asked her, looking in her eyes.

“Yes, so much,” she replied earnestly.

“I love you too, Amy. And I don’t think it’s wrong for two people who love each other to, to do these things, to, to make each other feel good. To, please each other,” he said, “no matter what some guy in a collar says from a pulpit.”

Amy’s face relaxed and broke into a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said softly, “that makes me feel better. Because I feel that way too.”

“I gotta say,” said Tommy, “It kinda surprised me the way you swore when you were orgasming. It was, it was kinda hot.”

Amy blushed but grinned. “Yeah, that surprised me too, actually,” she said, then just shrugged.

They shared one last embrace, a quick final kiss, and then Tommy was out the door.

He turned to look back at her, waved, and whispered loudly, “I love you. See you again soon.”

“I love you too,” she mouthed silently, blew him a kiss, and closed the door.

The night air was cool on Tommy’s face as he walked home slowly. He was in no real rush and wanted a few minutes alone with his thoughts anyway.

He had no idea how or where things would go from here. He only knew he was in love, and that he wanted to continue to see Amy as, not just her friend now, but also her lover. And he certainly wanted to explore more things that two young lovers could do together, when she was ready for those things of course. He promised himself not to get greedy or pressure her, but allow things to happen naturally.

Suddenly he remembered something, and broke into a wicked grin.

“Guess I’m taking a little of Amy home with me,” he thought to himself, and held his hand up to his nose to sniff his fingers.

They were dry now of course, but her scent was still there, the lingering aroma of his young lover’s arousal that sent a shiver through his body, and blood rushing once again to his cock.

“I suppose I’ll have to wash this eventually,” he thought. “But not tonight. ”

His pace quickened as he reached the sidewalk to his front door, and quietly he turned his key and slipped inside.

Taking off his shoes, he crept silently up the stairs and into his bedroom, closing and locking his door behind him.

by Djmac1031 for Literotica

Two life long friends start to explore intimacy together.

In 4 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I’d wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house.

She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we were toddlers, our families being very close and part of the same church group.

The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school.

As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us.

Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our parents’ particular brand of religion, had brought us closer together as friends, but also somehow felt more than ‘just’ friends.

I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more recently as well.

Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp around her face. Blue eyes that almost matched the pool water we were currently floating in.

Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents had some say in that) but still couldn’t help but highlight the curves of her perfect apple sized breasts, or the roundness of her ass that hadn’t quite lost its “baby fat” yet.

She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent a lot of time sunning herself when she wasn’t actually swimming in it.

We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our friends, and there was the usual silliness, splashing, and occasional “accidental” groping of random body parts as we all chased each other around the pool, taking turns being the “blind” player.

My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions when it was my turn. I was starting to think she was letting me catch her just so my hands could brush against her hips, her back, and yes once right across her round bubble ass.

We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating nearby each other, catching our breath, when she asked about going for the walk.

Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting snacks or drinks or just drying off.

“You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a lot of time together recently, but both of us having very religious conservative parents made it difficult to actually pursue any kind of true dating relationship.

We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any stretch, but had certainly progressed beyond mere childhood friends in the past several weeks.

I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the lips at her graduation ceremony just a few days ago.

Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of folks. But it wasn’t accidental on her part and it certainly didn’t feel platonic.

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The smile on her face was mischievous to say the least.

I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak out if they caught us sneaking off together. I honestly couldn’t wait to get out of my house and away from all the religious nonsense. But until then I had to put up with their repressive bullshit that made it incredibly difficult for me to even consider dating any girls on a regular basis, let alone get laid.

We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a look around.

Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the other parents in attendance, drinking, laughing, and playing some card game.

I didn’t think they’d notice us.

“ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods better than me.”

Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little path that was barely visible in the dark.

As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one more look around, saw no one noticing us, and quietly slipped through the trees and down the path.

We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A few stumps marked where some trees had been cleared, and a small pile of wood to one side, apparently the remains of some makeshift fort.

“My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have sleep-outs in their fort. They never let me come here with them but I’ve always known about it. They eventually forgot about it as they got older, but I never did. It’s a nice spot to just get away and be alone for a while,” she explained.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly, “not that many bugs here.”

She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get overgrown. And I sprayed some bug killer here earlier this afternoon. Just in case.” She had that mischievous grin again and a twinkle in her eye I couldn’t fathom.

“In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a teenage boy.

“In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms, her lips pressed to mine.

I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took over, and I kissed her back.

She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve been wanting to do that forever, you know. I’ve been waiting so long for the right moment.“

I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the moonlight that shone down on us.

"Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that was really, that was really nice.” I stuttered around the words like an idiot.

“I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She smiled, looking at me in anticipation.

This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist, leaning down a bit (she was shorter than me) and moving in for another kiss.

She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.

We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it quickly. I tested her lips with my tongue; they parted and accepted it. She offered her tongue in return, and we explored, if a bit awkwardly, the art of French kissing.

We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each other’s eyes, smile, then right back at it.

My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her arms were up around my neck and she was standing on her toes to help get some height.

I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my hands. First just slowly up then back down her sides. I repeated this move a few times and her body seemed to respond positively, so I got braver.

My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her back. While the front of her suit was modest, the back was mostly open, allowing my hands to gently caress her soft, perfect skin.

She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!”

“Sorry,” I said, lying.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started kissing me again.

My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving them in small slow circles, lower, and lower still, stopping just above her ass.

I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and realized she was trying to actually move her ass UP and into my hands!

I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down and finally cupping the perfect teen bubble ass I’d up until then been able to admire only with my eyes.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you long enough,” she giggled again playfully.

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked.

“Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully.

“Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and with that I playfully grabbed her ass harder.

What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass threw her off the balance of her toes, and she fell forward, right into me, our bodies touching fully for the first time.

And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection.

I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she slipped, felt the simultaneous jolt of pain from the impact and pleasure from, well, the contact.

She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she looked down, confused for a moment.

Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me.

“Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is that what I think it is?“ She managed to get out.

My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,”

“It’s  okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?”

“No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and I didn’t want to make her feel bad.)

“Oh,  okay, good.” She said, biting her lip.

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she didn’t back away, and I certainly didn’t want her to. My cock was throbbing, straining against the fabric of my suit, and while separated by my suit and her own, I still enjoyed the contact of another person, especially my beautiful friend Amy, touching up against my penis, even if only indirectly.

I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to continue.

Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of me?“ She asked shyly.

"Yes” I managed.

She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want her to move.

But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the tent pushing up from my swimsuit.

Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got, bigger, when guys got, uh; but I didn’t think they’d get that, big, or,” She stopped, looking both confused and excited.

I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and excitement. My life-long friend was seeing my erected penis for the first time, even if it was covered by my suit, and it was giving her a good show.

“Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I asked, hoping mine was truly her first.

“Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it was just a drawing, and not this big, or,” she paused.

“Hard?” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real one.“ She gulped.

"Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But get much bigger and harder when, excited” I explained simply.

“So you’re, excited, because of me?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so happy to be here, kissing you, and touching you. I’ve wanted this for a long time too, and now that it’s happening, I can’t help but get, well, turned on. I hope this doesn’t upset you.”

“No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely.

“Can I, can I touch it? She stammered.

My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed silently in joy.

"Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.”

She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine in her hair, but also just, well, her. Her bright face shined in the moonlight, beautiful, without a stitch of makeup on.

Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her right, she slowly, tentatively, reached out and placed the palm of her hand over the bulge of my suit.

My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was startled, pulling her hand back in surprise.

“It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?”

“Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to touch it again.

She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!” She laughed so loud I was afraid the whole party behind us would hear.

“Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally quieting to the occasional giggle.

Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my throbbing member jumped at her touch, but this time she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her hand. It bobbed and twitched with her movements and she smiled brightly, like a kid on Christmas with a new toy, enjoying how it responded to her touch.

I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my own of course, but hell, any touching was good touching, when it came to a beautiful girl with her hand on your cock.

“Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly.

“Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t stop.” I begged.

She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring.

“I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly.

I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do, God, be merciful, please don’t wake me up now!

I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she slowly tugged down my suit, struggling a bit to get it over the protruding obstacle, until I helped by undoing the string and tugging with her.

It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full glory.

She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking me, but a joyful, playful excited laugh that spoke to how thrilled she was to finally see it.

“Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in person! And so, veiny! Are you sure that’s not painful? It looks so swollen!”

“Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and very sensitive to, being touched” I said, hinting at what I hoped she’d get back to.

She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again reached for my cock. Within moments I was feeling, for the first time ever, the incredible feeling of skin on skin contact from someone other than myself touching my cock.

Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft, tracing their way to the tip, then, back down. My body was literally shaking in bliss.

Suddenly she giggled again.

“What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly.

“I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right? They’re, don’t be mad, please, but they’re just silly looking. Like little balls in a sack.”

“Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And it’s okay, I’m not mad. They are kinda goofy looking.“

Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me, questioning. "Is this okay? I don’t wanna hurt them, I know it can really hurt a guy getting hit there.”

“You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just rub,” I said.

She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their weight, being very careful.

“What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She must have felt embarrassed to say penis or cock or whatever other term, because she just gestured at my twitching member.

“My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it.

She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the “dirty” words too often I suppose.

“Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then deciding she liked it.

“Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again.

“Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned back. “Especially when you are touching it.”

She took that as an invitation to continue.

“Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she asked nervously.

“Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing felt really good, but it’s better if you, well, here, let me show you.” And with that I took her hand and guided it into the more familiar grip around my shaft, then showed her how to stroke it, pulling the skin gently up around the tip, then back, the way every guy figures out how to do as soon as he hits puberty.

She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing her to continue at her own pace.

“It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse in it” she marveled.

Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said, then kissed me.

I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting go.

I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if she kept going. I grabbed her hand and made her pause, trying to extend the moment. She looked up at me questioningly.

“Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I had a thought.

“Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her beautiful firm boobs, waiting for her consent.

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still, heard her gasp, felt her shudder. I could feel her nipple, stiff and swollen, poking through the fabric.

Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious. She simply smiled then reached up and slowly slipped the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down.

She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to my delighted eyes her firm, young breasts for the first time.

They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a sharp contrast to the rest of her tanned skin. Her nipples were tiny points sticking up from the middle of her light pink, puffy areolas.

My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and my eyes wide, because she giggled again, nervously.

“Do you like them?” She asked quietly.

“They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly. She blushed but smiled.

With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand again found her perfect tits.

I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle caress and soft squeezes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her left breast. I gently rolled her left nipple between my fingers, then gave it a slight tug. She gasped in surprise and (I’d hoped) pleasure.

“Was that  okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed to say, breathing heavily.

We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking my throbbing boner.

After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my cock, me playing with her breasts, I felt the familiar sensation of my climax approaching, knowing I would not be able to hold it back any longer.

“Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me, oh God, I can’t hold it back,” I moaned, tried not to scream my pleasure, and managed to get out “Please, just don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t,”

My cock swelled; she gasped but didn’t let go, kept stroking, as the first blast of hot cum shot from the tip of my cock.

It hit her right between her exposed breasts. She jumped but stayed close, still not letting go, still jerking me steadily as blast after sticky blast continued to burst from my straining organ.

Cum went everywhere; more squirted on her suit, her hand, her arm. Some dripped on her feet, and I could hear her squealing and giggling.

Her eyes met mine, confused and questioning. "Just a little more, please, I’m begging you.“ I groaned, and she kept her grip, milking the last remaining drops, watching them ooze out the tip to drip to the grass below.

Finally, I could take no more, and grabbed her hand gently, pulling it away from my still hard but finally satisfied cock.

"So, so good, Amy, that was so good, thank you, oh thank you,” I struggled and finally managed to control my breathing as I repeated, “Oh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said gently, and her lips found mine once more.

That kiss lasted, seconds? Minutes? A lifetime? Forever?

Finally it broke, and we both laughed. We shared a mutual mix of embarrassment and excitement at the state we found ourselves in. My cock, hanging there, slowly deflating. Her breasts still exposed. Cum everywhere.

“Holy shit that was a mess!” She exclaimed. “I knew, I knew something would, you know, come out, but, wow, holy shit!”

I realized with horror the mess I had made on her. “Oh god, Amy, I’m sorry, really, it just happened so fast, I wasn’t thinking, I,”

She cut me off. “It’s  okay. I, I loved it. I loved making that happen. I loved that you felt good. I loved that it was because, because of me.” I could hear the pride in her voice, like a sense of accomplishment.

“Shit, we better clean up” she gasped suddenly. She then grabbed the towel she had brought and started desperately wiping away the spunk from her boobs. “Take one last look” she said as she fixed her suit, covering up her breasts to my dismay.

She then continued cleaning herself, mopping up the jizz that had splattered on her suit, hands and feet.

“It’s  okay, don’t worry,” she said; to herself or me I wasn’t sure. “I’ll clean most of this up and in the dark no one will notice the stains, and I’ll jump back in the pool real quick and that should,” She paused, looked at me, still standing there, cock deflated now but sticky with my cum, then laughed and threw me the towel. "Here, clean up and put that away,“ she said quickly, ”we gotta get back before someone notices we’ve been missing.“

I quickly wiped myself down, and noticed her eying my penis one last time.

"It’s, softer now.” She whispered.

“Yeah, you, you tired it out.” I winked and smiled. She laughed, again looking pleased with herself.

We quickly finished cleaning up, did a double check on each other, adjusted our clothing to make sure everything was back in place, then shared one last, lingering kiss.

I looked her in the eye, resolved to tell her my feelings. “Amy, I, I lov,”

“Hush.” She said, cutting me off. “We gotta go! Now!”

We crept down the path, back the way we came. I could hear the sounds of the party again as we came to the end of our tree cover.

We stopped, peaking out cautiously, seeing who may be looking in our direction.

It looked clear, and I was about to step out when Amy stopped me.

“Wait,” she whispered. “I’ll go first. My mom knows I like to visit that clearing alone sometimes. I tell her I pray out there, but I really just go to get away from them and be alone sometimes. If she or someone else sees me coming out alone, that’s my story, that I slipped away for a quiet moment of prayer.”

You genius, I thought as I smiled admiringly at her.

“You wait a few minutes. If I get back without questions, I’ll head right for the house, wash my suit off better and make sure to rinse this towel out. Wait till I’m in the house, then come out. If anyone questions you, tell them,” Here she paused, hesitated.

“I’ll tell them I had to pee and the bathroom was occupied. Embarrassing, but better than the truth” I whispered back.

She smiled. “That will work, good thinking.  Okayhere I go. Oh one last thing,”

She paused, kissed my lips quickly, touched my cheek gently,

“, I love you too.”

Then she turned, and stepped out from the trees, walking slowly back towards the yard.

.Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom.

“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?”

Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious.

But it was too late. “You look, flushed. Nervous. You okay? Something wrong?” Cindy asked.

“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just, just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom.

Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded.

“I’ll, I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered.

“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror.

Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy.

Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry.

But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time.

She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first.

She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s, sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit.

“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch.

“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out.

It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent.

Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts.

Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just,

“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.”

She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both.

Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of, cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere, dried now but still visible on her left breast.

She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it.

The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought.

“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly as possible. Her private parts begged her to linger over washing them. She ignored it.

Finished bathing, Amy grabbed a fresh towel, dried off, and wrapped herself in it. She then scooped up the wet suit and soiled towel. She’d put them in her bedroom hamper, and hopefully remember to do her own laundry first thing tomorrow.

She cracked the bathroom door and peeked out. All clear.

Her bedroom door was just a few steps down the hall and she made it through and behind it in seconds. Again she quickly locked her door.

She walked over to her bedroom window that overlooked the yard where the party was still going on and peeked out through the curtains.

Her parents were still playing the card game they’d been at with the other parents when she and Tommy had first snuck off to the woods for what turned out to be way more than just the kissing she’d planned on.

She looked around for Tommy, and saw him sitting alone by the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water, looking lost in thought.

She had a sudden overwhelming desire to knock on the window, get his attention, and flash him her boobs. A desire she quickly squashed. “If my parents saw that they’d chain me in the basement for a month with a rosary,” she said, grimacing at the thought.

She would go back out and join him soon, she thought. Hopefully get to talk privately but if not, at least spend time with him, basking in their secret shared stolen moments together.

“But first,” she thought, “God help me but I need to take care of this first.”

Amy closed the curtains, making sure they were completely covering her window. She doubted anyone could see anything that high up, but she was taking no chances.

She walked over to her bed, dropped her towel, and lay naked over the bedspread.

“I’ve only got a few minutes or I’m gonna need another story to tell,” she thought.

But a few minutes was all she’d need really.

Amy had only truly discovered masturbation last summer. It was her 18th birthday party, another pool party, and of course Tommy had been there.

They’d been swimming of course, along with the usual horse play.

Nothing had happened between them then, but at one point while she was sunning herself on the deck, Amy saw something.

Or at least, she thought she did.

Tommy had just climbed out of the pool near her, and as he stood up, his suit was clinging to him tightly, and Amy, who was lounging in her pool chair, sunglasses on, saw quite clearly the outline of his, well, she was pretty sure it was his penis.

It only lasted a second, as he adjusted his suit and the fabric fell away from it, but that moment locked in Amy’s mind.

She’d suddenly become fascinated with seeing it again, and found herself, over and over again throughout the day, stealing glances at his crotch when she thought he wasn’t looking, keeping her sunglasses on so she wouldn’t be obvious about it.

Every time he moved, everytime he bent or even walked, she looked for any telltale signs of it under his suit, to the point she was probably over imagining every curve of the fabric of his bathing suit.

That night when she crawled into bed, that singular moment of him stepping out of the pool, suit tight and clinging around the outline of his genitals, was replaying over and over in her mind, not allowing sleep to come.

She’d touched herself before that night, off and on, even though she’d been taught that was a sin of course.

But that night, she felt a hot ache between her legs she’d never experienced before, an ache that begged to be touched, massaged, fondled, fingered.

She’d experienced her first true orgasm that night, and in the months since had figured out the best ways to bring that incredible feeling over and over again.

And almost every time, she wound up thinking about the outline of Tommy’s penis in his bathing suit.

Now though, oh, she had so, So much more to think about!

She’d kissed him. Made out with him!

She hadn’t just seen the outline of his penis this time. She’d actually seen it fully hard and erect and literally making a tent in his suit.

She’d actually touched it! First over his suit, then actually took down his shorts and literally saw and touched it fully exposed!

It even moved, like it had a mind of its own! Oh how that had made her laugh with delight.

And best of all, she’d made him squirt! Everywhere!

Amy’s mind raced with all of this as she rubbed her clit furiously. She had no time for a slow build up and didn’t need it.

Her vagina was on fire; swollen, slick and dripping as she rubbed herself.

She never used her fingers too deeply, wanting to keep her virginity intact, but explored deep enough to imagine the tip of Tommy’s cock, (“Yes, cock, that’s what he called it,” she remembered) pushing its way into her tight virgin opening.

She actually knew what that tip looked like now, had held it in her hand, rubbed her fingers on it. She could almost imagine what the ridge of it would feel like, sliding in and out of her. Sex suddenly made much more sense to her now.

She remembered his touch on her breasts and her free hand immediately went to them, trying to recreate the movements his hand had made on them.

Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, sending shockwaves of pleasure that traveled down through her stomach and into her clit like they were attached somehow.

Amy felt her orgasm approaching, and buried her face in her pillow to stifle her screams as she climaxed the hardest she ever had.

Her back arched, her legs lifting her ass up off the bedspread, as wave after wave of pure bliss flowed through her.

Finally, spent, sweaty and sticky with her own juices this time, she came back down to reality.

“Amy? Amy?” It was her mother’s voice, coming down the hallway!

“Shit!” Amy gasped under her breath.

She quickly scrambled out of bed.

Digging through her dresser, Amy found her other bathing suit and threw it on.

She realized as she was getting dressed that she hadn’t cleaned herself up properly, but no time for that now!

“Amy?” Her mom’s voice, just outside her door now, knocking. “You in here?”

“Just a minute, mom!” Amy yelled, scrambling to adjust her hastily thrown on suit. She stole a quick look in the mirror, took a deep breath to compose herself, then quickly went over and opened the door.

Her mom stood there, a concerned look on her face.

“You  okay, hun?” Mom asked. “I haven’t seen you outside for awhile now.”

“Yeah I’m fine mom. Sorry, I had to change my bathing suit. I spilled soda all over it.” The lie came so easily Amy didn’t even hesitate.

Her mother sighed, exasperated. “You know we just bought you that suit. If the stain doesn’t come out I’m not buying you a new one,” she said.

“I know, mom, sorry. I washed it out already and I’ll do my laundry tomorrow, I promise,” Amy replied, doing her best to look repentant and sincere.

“Okay, well, get back to your party. Your friends are looking for you. I saw Tommy sitting out there all by himself, looking lonely. Go play with your friends,” her mom said, now smiling. “This is a special day. My baby girl is all grown up and graduated from school. You should go and make this day something to remember.”

“Oh it already is, mom,” Amy said with a totally innocent smile. With that she headed down the hall and out the door, looking for Tommy,

To be continued in part 2.

by Djmac1031 for Literotica

Based on a post by Had2write.

Every spring, several of the families from my home town

The camp was a huge seasonal boost to the local economy and

To that end, several of us enjoyed some free and discounted

Each worker earned a credit toward an off-season weekend

Normally we would go on Friday and stay until Sunday. The

There was another family who had a daughter, Lynn, she was

After everybody had arrived and had gotten settled in, we

After breakfast I went about what I was supposed to be

I was what you would call a late bloomer and I did not date

Now Lynn's friend Carol, who was a year older than us, did

Lynn came over and said; “I didn't see you come back to the

I told her that I just slept in one of the empty cabins.

She said it disappointed her and she wondered if I was

In my urgent effort to ease her feared,  I blurted out;

 I was blushing beet red and returned my attention to

She graciously changed the subject and started talking about

They hoped that they wouldn't get to sweaty while they

I continued to work for the next 5 hours or so, and the

 I had been sweating like crazy, so when I was done, I

I just took off my shoes, ran down to the beach, and

The girls and I sat together and talked about lots of stuff.

A few adults saw what was developing and chuckled.

I was sleeping for a couple of hours when I stirred awake.

 It was Lynn. She was laying on her side and her hand

We laid there for what seemed to be an eternity but it was

This was a brave and bold act, so I thought she must be here

 Within 2 or 3 minutes, she had tugged down my briefs.

She now had my fully erect cock in her hand. No need to hold

 I felt those wonderful orbs that I had been

She must have liked it because she started to slowly stroke

She moaned louder and started to stroke me faster. Her head

That’s when she lowered her head down towards my cock. She

Like all teenage boys, I had put a ruler up to my erect

Once I did this, she got up on her knees with her legs

Soon she scooted her body up, and rotated, straddling wide,

I am pretty sure she came right away because there was a

We laid there, still in the 69, breathing hard, sweaty and

After we made out for a little bit, my 18-year-old cock

Carol started talking to Lynn, “I thought you told me you

Lynn responded with “I am.” Which was about to change until

 To which Carol replied “It didn't look like it,

 Lynn responded again saying; “I was a virgin, and

Now Lynn was still on top of me with that wet pussy just

 I guess her answer was not tonight, as she rolled off

It felt like I wasn't even there as the girls started

“How did this happen?”

“Was it good?”

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

 “What did it taste like?”

“Did you cum too?”

As Lynn answered her, I felt like superman the way she was

The two girls chatted with my turgid pole sitting right

 She told Carol that it was so much better than doing

Lynn said; “The taste wasn't the best but, it wasn't

Carol said; “I wished I could have done more than just

Just like Lynn, she did not pull away, but unlike Lynn, she

There must have been enough moonlight for Carol to see what

Over 18 years with nothing, and then 2 on the same night. It

As I used my mouth on her pussy, and my hands on her tits, she

 Muffled by the juices of a second wet pussy, was

Carol climbed off and put her head on my right shoulder

 It was starting to get light out so I suggested that

They decided to go to the dock near the swim beach, to watch

As it turns out, My dad got a promotion and a transfer. So

We talked about our lives over lunch and she said; “I

 She told me that she really hasn't had that much sex

We had the rest of the day, so I told her; “You can have it

She came with me back to my rented cabin at the camp.

As we made out and undressed each other, I finally got to

When she pulled my cock up to her pussy, she was so wet that

 Having sex with her was like losing my virginity all

When she rolled off of me, she said; “I came so many times

 It felt so good knowing that I was able to please her

We cuddled for a bit and then she left just as it was

Based on posts by p Sullivan 2 22 22, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Megan

Megan's naked ass was directly on the leather seat. She could feel the leather sticking to her sweaty skin.

Megan

Trying

"Megan" said the professor loudly, surprising Megan, and causing her to sit up straighter.

"You are clearly still very turned on. What is it about all this that's turning you on?"

Megan

After

"Why don't you spread your legs more" said the professor.

Megan

"Unbutton all the buttons and open your shirt."

Megan

"Pull your lips open."

Megan could finally move her hands to her cunt. She gently took each of her outer labia lips, and pulled them apart.

The professor used that moment to reach out and pinch one of Megan's nipples, causing Megan to moan loudly.

"Masturbate."

Megan

Megan increased the pace of fucking herself. She was so close. She could feel it starting to build.

"Megan, we are here."

"Megan" repeated the professor. "You can stop now. We are here."

"Please, may I finish. I am so close" said Megan breathlessly, while furiously pushing her fingers in and out.

"Megan, that's enough. We need to go in. All your classmates are waiting."

Frustrated, Megan pulled her fingers out of her dripping wet cunt.

"Just lick your fingers" suggested the professor as Megan was starting to debate where to wipe them.

Megan sucked on her fingers tasting her juices for the second time today.

"I think you need to do that a few more times. There is too much wetness. It will leak down your leg."

Megan

"Alright, we need to go. Button up and straighten your skirt. We can't have you looking like a cheap whore."

Megan

Megan

Lauren, the store manager, was the first to notice and great them.

"Megan, dear, I am so glad to see you. Your friends filled me in on the science experiment. We are so happy to support science."

Before Megan could figure out how to answer, the professor spoke.

"That's

"Yes,

Lauren critically looked at Megan, as if she was mentally evaluating her.

"For

Lauren made eye contact with Megan, as if she was speaking directly to her.

"The

"What do you think. Do you think you can do it?" Lauren directly asked Megan.

"I will try" responded Megan mortified. Lauren was speaking loudly and everyone was listening to the conversation.

Satisfied with the answer, Lauren continued.

"For

Lauren again critically looked at Megan as if she was evaluating her.

"What

Megan

Lauren continued speaking, seemingly leaving Megan to her own thoughts.

"Let's

Hearing

"Everyone,

Megan

José turned to Megan.

"Megan, I think you are overdressed for this party. Let's get you in something more appropriate."

He handed her a tiny package. "Put this on in the changing rooms, and no shoes. Come out barefoot."

She

Megan

"Fuck I am horny" Megan said out loud to herself.

She looked at the little sling bikini.

"I am going to look like such a slut. What are they going to do to me when I come out wearing that."

"They are going to fuck me, that's what."

"They are going to fuck me like a slut."

She

"I am a slut."

"They are going to fuck all my holes."

"They will use me hard."

"They will see everything. "

"My cunt will belong to them."

"Megan."

Masturbating

"Megan,

If

Megan

Megan presented herself to her friends and classmates.

"Megan,

"I just touched myself a little," Megan responded turning red from the embarrassment of having to admit it.

"You mean you masturbated in a changing room, in a sex shop. You finger fucked your wet needy cunt," said José.

"Yes" responded Megan, looking down, too embarrassed.

"And what were you saying as you finger fucked your cunt?" asked José.

"I

José

José spoke to Megan, but loud enough that everyone would hear.

"You

Megan

"Yes" responded Megan breathlessly.

"Yes, what?" asked José.

"My

"Take everything off," said José.

Megan

"Some

Megan

"Yes, please. I need cock," said Megan a little too loudly and quickly.

José chuckled a bit. "I bet you do."

"We

"You are going to ask one of your friends or classmates to slide this dildo inside you."

José handed Megan the dildo.

Megan

"Hi Amber, can you push this inside me."

And after a moment of pause, Megan decided to add "Please."

Amber's

Amber

Amber

When

"Megan,

"I have an idea."

José grabbed a medium sized anal plug with a little pink bedazzled top.

"Amber, can you also put this in."

"Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass, slut," said Amber.

Megan did as she was told, presenting her spread ass. She still held the dildo deep in her cunt.

Instead of putting the anal plug in, Amber gave Megan hard spanks on each ass cheek.

"You, dirty, needy, cunt," said Amber with every spank.

Amber

"Ready slut?"

"Yes" responded Megan breathlessly.

The anal plug went in easily.

After

Megan's both holes were now filled tight.

"Excellent job Amber. For the next part, we are going to need 2 strong gentlemen."

José pointed to a black man in the group. "What's your name young man?"

"Malcolm."

"And how about you, sir." Jose pointed to a large white guy standing next to Malcolm.

"Pete."

"Alright fellas. Please left Megan up, and while holding her, spread her legs wide open."

The

"Everyone. This is a great picture moment."

José himself took out the camera and took a few pics, and as the class did the same.

"Megan has a reddit page, now. A wet cunt needs to be seen."

Megan was mortified. She would be publicly exposed.

"Everyone would know I am a slut. They would treat me like one" thought Megan to herself.

José walked over while the guys were still holding her.

"Let’s get a few natural shots too." He pulled the dildo out and then the anal plug. Leaving Megan with a gaping cunt and ass.

He stepped back and took a few more pics, including a close up of her open cunt.

"Beautiful.

Megan

"Does selling my cunt make me a whore?" asked Megan out loud.

"Play with your cunt" was his only response.

Megan

José took a few more pictures, and recorded a short video.

Megan kept pushing her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. The two guys were still holding her up in the air spread eagle.

José

To emphasize his point, he whispered "whore" into her ear and pulled hard on her nipple.

Megan's

"Megan you need to thank the nice gentlemen for holding you up," said José.

Megan

José interrupted Megan before she could finish. "That's not how a slut thanks men."

Megan

Malcolm was getting impatient, wanting to get his turn.

Megan

Megan

After

Malcolm

The

Megan was on the floor, a horny happy mess.

"Megan, let’s say goodbye to your fans," said José.

"Sit down in a frog position, legs wide open, so we can see that cum leaking out of you, and wave to your fans".

José

"Thank you for joining me on my adventure."

Megan waved to the camera, and blew a kiss to her fans with her cum covered lips.

Megan

She glanced at the user count. There were 42 people in the room.

Megan

The next goal countdown ticked down.

"In another 40 coins, I will be topless" reflected Megan.

She

Megan

Loud

She wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Bouncing her tits was one of the mild menu items.

She looked at the camera and smiled again.

"Thank you."

Then,

This seemed to really excite her audience. Someone paid a few coins, and the vibrator inside her, came to life.

Megan

Chloe

Megan's

She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, there is someone at the door" Megan said to the camera and stood up.

It's

Her

Megan shrugged to herself.

"They will see everything soon enough" thought Megan.

She walked to the door and looked through the pip hole. Rachel, her best friend, was standing on the other side, waiting.

Rachel

Rachel's face was flushed. She masturbated so many times thinking about that day.

Megan opened the door.

"There

"Hey."

"Wow" responded Rachel shocked.

Rachel was dressed in jeans, and a university hoodie.

Megan,

"You look like a whore."

"I

"A cam show is your homework assignment" repeated Rachel incredulously.

Rachel

Megan

"Come

Megan

"I

Megan sat on the chair facing the cam again.

"Hi, I am back" she said to the camera and waved.

Rachel positioned herself just outside of the camera frame, watching Megan perform.

There were 73 people in the room now. The next goal countdown had 5 coins left.

"In five more coins, I am going to show my tits to 73 strangers" reflected Megan.

Megan looked through the chat. User city_cock69 was asking if she liked anal sex.

"I was only recently introduced to anal sex, but oh, my god, I love it" answered Megan excitedly.

"For

Megan looked at Rachel and gave her a wink.

The

Megan

She

"Fuck"

Rachel had her jeans unbuttoned, and her hand was inside her panties. Her face was flushed.

"I see you like the show" said Megan smiling.

"Fuck. I am sorry" said Rachel, as she started pulling her hand out of her pants.

"Show me how wet you are."

Rachel slowly pulled her hand out and held up her clearly wet fingers. She was so humiliated but so turned on.

"I think you are imagining yourself as me."

Rachel just nodded. Too embarrassed to speak.

"Take your jeans off and your hoodie."

Rachel

"You

Rachel

"Why don't you come over here and join me, let two hundred people see your tits and cunt."

"I

"I understand. How about this. You stay where you are and only I will see you" said Megan more gently.

Rachel nodded in agreement.

"Take off your bra."

Rachel carefully unhooked her bra and let it drop on the floor.

"How do you feel."

"I feel exposed, and I feel the adrenaline rush, and I am really freaking wet."

Megan

Megan stood up and moved back so her entire body was visible in the cam.

She looked at Rachel and mouthed, "do as I do."

The vibrator was still gently humming.

Megan

Megan

Megan looked directly at Rachel, making sure to make eye contact and hold it.

She

Rachel

Megan

Megan's

Eventually

"Seven hundred people watched me masturbate" realized Megan, as she felt a light tremble run through her entire body.

The next goal was also reached. The idea of the dildo show that Megan was masturbating to, she now had to perform live.

Megan

Without

"Rachel" Megan finally called out, interrupting the horny girl.

Rachel stopped masturbating but kept her fingers inside herself.

"This is for you." Megan handed the black dildo to Rachel, who took it with her available hand.

"Get on top of the dining room table, and fuck that dildo, whore."

"I am going to record you" said Megan matter-of-factly.

She positioned her phone to have a full view of the table, and pressed record.

Rachel

Megan looked at the cam.

"That's

Megan looked at Rachel to see her reaction.

Rachel

Megan looked back at the cam. She got mock serious, grabbed her right tit with her left hand.

"I

Megan looked back at Rachel.

Rachel had the dildo fully inside her. She wasn't bouncing, she just sat frozen, her eyes closed, her body visibly trembling.

"Our slut just had an orgasm" announced Megan.

She was answered with loud chimes, and her vibrator coming to life at full intensity.

"Well, that hole is busy now" said Megan while winking at the camera and smiling.

She

Finally,

Megan

Between

She

Finally regaining some energy, Megan slowly got up pulling the dildo out of her ass.

"Thank you everyone. I need to get ready for work now. I'll see you all later."

She waved to the camera and blew everyone a kiss. The final user count was at 1237.

Rachel was still on top of the table, naked. But she was just sitting there watching Megan, the dildo lying next to her.

Megan

Without

Megan

Megan

The girls passionately kissed for a few minutes.

Finally, Megan broke the kiss.

"I need to go to work. And, you are coming with me."

Megan

"You are my slutty pet."

Rachel

"Alright slut, we need to get dressed. We are going to be late."

Rachel in a horny dazed started looking for her cloths.

"Oh, no. You can't wear those. You can borrow something from my closet that's more appropriate for work."

Megan

Finally finding what she was looking for, she pulled out two tiny plastic bags.

"These

Megan handed a little package to Rachel.

"This

Rachel took out the little material, held it up and starred at it dumbly.

"I can't wear this."

Megan

Megan

"Don't

Megan let go of Rachel's clit, causing the girl to almost collapse from her legs giving out from a mini orgasm.

When Rachel recovered, she quietly started putting on the dress. The dress was as ridiculous as Rachel feared.

"supa slut is a good name for this dress" thought Rachel.

The

Rachel

"You look amazing. Smoking hot" said Megan.

Megan

"Oh

"Honey, you can't wear this dress with panties. It ruins the look" responded Megan casually.

"I can't go outside like this" mumbled Rachel.

"We're not going far, just to the car, a short ride, and then we're inside the store. No one will see us."

"We look like whores" responded Rachel.

"Today, we are whores."

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Megan

She

Megan

Megan

"Hey Megan....holy shit. Damn. What are you wearing?"

Megan just smiled. "Do you like it? I just bought it. I have to wear sexy outfits for work."

"I love it. You look unbelievable." responded Steve.

"Thank you."

"What kind of work do you do? Like stripper or escort." Steve asked.

"It was a fair question given how she was dressed" thought Megan to herself.

"No, I work in the adult toy store, the adult emporium" explained Megan.

"Yeah. ok. That's cool. But do you also like work hourly. Can I pay you?" asked Steve fumbling with the words.

"What do you mean. Pay for what?"

"I

"You want to have sex with me and pay for it" asked Megan her tone a mix of shock and surprise.

"Oh, sorry. I don't know how this works. I've never hired an escort before. Do you have like a menu with prices?" asked Steve.

Megan

Instead,

Megan

Steve

Megan

Steve stood there for a few moments staring at Megan's cunt.

"Yeah,

"Oh

Steve

Megan

Steve walked up to Megan and gave each tit a squeeze. Megan just smiled, not making any move to stop him.

He

Steve moved his finger around but kept it insider her.

"Do

Megan couldn't answer. She just put her hand against Steve's shoulder to steady herself, afraid that her legs would give out.

"Maybe

Megan

"You're right. $50 is too much. Maybe whores charge $50, but you are not a whore, Megan"

The elevator door opened. Thankfully it was empty. After a few seconds, the door closed. They missed their elevator.

Steve just continued moving his finger in and out, not letting Megan change speed nor depth, leaving her frustrated.

"You are a slut, and sluts are cheap," continued Steve.

He pushed his finger all the way insider her, and kept it there without moving.

"I will pay $5 for all your holes. I will use them anyway that I want for as long as I want."

Steve

"After work, come to my apartment. I'll see you later."

Megan

After

The rest of her trip was eventful. She arrived in the store. Lauren was there to greet here.

"Megan.

Megan just smiled from the compliment. Happy to have Laurens appreciation.

Lauren

"I guess it sounds like he is your pimp today," laughed Lauren at her own joke.

Megan

"Can I just work here today?" asked Megan.

"This

Megan just nodded.

"Have fun. Don't forget. You are representing our brand at the club."

Megan

José saw Megan as soon as she walked in.

"Megan.

Megan

Megan started walking around the floor like José told her.

She

"I am good. I am just watching that girl on stage. Try my buddies, maybe one of them wants one. "

Megan was a bit shocked to be rejected. She turned to his buddies and got the same replies from them.

"Damn. This is going to be harder than I thought." said Megan to herself.

Megan

Megan

"Hi,

"Meg, you are a stripper," asked Rachel excited and surprised. "When did this happen?"

"I

"I see. Do your parents know that you are a stripper?" continued Rachel.

"I am not a stripper."

"Ok, ok. I am sorry. I am just playing with you. I'll take that lap dance you were offering, thou."

Megan

"It has come to this. She was going to give a lap dance to her best friend Rachel."

Megan

Megan

After

The song ended, and Megan got up, and turned to look at Rachel.

"Megan, my leg is wet from your cunt. Damn girl. You're like a slut. You are really enjoying this."

Megan stood there, humiliated, and incredibly turned on.

"I want another lap dance. But, next time you need to strip. The lap dances here are in the nude." said Rachel.

Megan

The next song was already starting, Megan didn't have enough time to ask anyone, and José would not like her dithering, either.

Megan

As

Megan

"Megan, there is no nudity on this floor. Come with me. I will take you into the blue zone. It's full nudity there. "

José took Megan by the hand, pulling her off Rachel, and started walking through the club, pulling naked Megan behind him.

José

Without stopping, José led Megan right on stage.

"Ladies

Megan

José

"This

Megan

She

Megan

Megan

It

Megan's

Megan

The

José pulled Megan up to standing position by her hand. And Megan, numbly bowed to the audience as instructed.

After another round of applause died down, José turned to Megan.

"You

"This

Megan

Miko spoke next, while presenting to Megan, a little silk pink choker. "You will wear this as a sign of your acceptance."

Megan took the little silk choker, and put it on, noticing that Miko was wearing an identical one.

Hirai

Hirai continued speaking in Japanese, and Miko translated.

"He says that you will sit next to him. You will spread your legs, and you will finger your cunt while watching the show. "

Megan

Miko didn't translate, she just continued. "Hirai-san says you are a slut, and that's how sluts act."

Megan's

Megan

Hirai

The

Megan

Megan

José

The

Megan

The

Megan

José

Hirai was saying something in Japanese to her. Megan looked at Hirai, and then to Miko for translation.

"While the girl on stage will get bukkake, Hirai-san will give you a small bukkake."

Megan

Megan

Hirai

Hirai straighten up. He said something in Japanese and then gave a deep bow to Megan.

Miko translated and then also bowed deeply to Megan.

"Hirai-san

Megan not knowing how to respond, just bowed back. Her tits hanging down, and then swinging a bit as she straightened up.

Miko continued. "Hirai-san would also like you to keep the cum on his face for today as a sign of respect for him."

Megan just bowed again.

Megan

Megan let her fingers run along her skin. Her nipples starting to harden. She could feel herself getting turned on.

She

Megan slipped a finger into her cunt; just a little. And then, started a slow tease; running little circles around her clit.

The alarm sounded, interrupting her.

"Shit. I have class this morning" Megan blurted out.

Frustrated,

She stood in front of her closet.

"What can I wear to school that won't make me look like a complete slut."

The

Megan

The

Finally

The professor was a strict woman in her 30s, wearing professional pant suit. Megan always thought of her as a bitch.

"Megan,

"I am sorry. I didn't get a chance to read today's reading" responded Megan.

"I

"This

Not

Megan stood next to the professor, facing the class.

Professor

The professor paused a moment, letting her words sink in to everyone.

"Look how short her skirt is," the professor continued, while pointing at Megan's skirt.

"Now, if you look closely at her tits, you will see that she is not wearing a bra, and you can make out her hard nipples."

The professor moved her hand to point at Megan's tits.

"Megan, please tell the class, if you are wearing a bra."

"No" responded Megan, her face flushed with humiliation. She could feel herself becoming turned on.

"Megan, please be exact. In science, we need to be exact with facts."

"No, I am not wearing a bra."

"Megan, are you ovulating."

"Yes."

"Class.

"Megan, do you have a boyfriend."

"No"

"When was the last time that you had sexual intercourse."

"Yesterday"

"Class,

"Megan, you didn't get paid yesterday, did you?" The teacher asked casually.

"Well, I mean, it was job related. I guess."

"Oh,

"Class,

"In

"Megan, do you find fellatio sexually satisfying."

Before

"Megan, does your cunt get wet when you're sucking cock?"

Megan just nodded.

"Class,

"OK" answered Megan and then added after a pause, "my cunt gets wet when I suck cock."

"Do you swallow cum?"

"Yes"

"Does your cunt get really wet when you swallow cum?"

"Yes"

"Do you like it when a man fucks your mouth? His hard throbbing cock pushed deep down your throat?"

"Yes"

"Class,

"Do you swallow cum?"

"Yes."

"Do you let men cum on your face?"

"Yes"

"Do you let men breed you?"

"Yes"

"Do you like how cum tastes?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet Megan."

"Yes."

"We

Megan

Megan pulled her finger out and showed it to the professor.

"Horny,

"Megan, please taste your juice and tell the class how it tastes."

"It tastes sweet."

"Many

"Class,

"Megan,

Megan, in a horny stupor, pulled the top over her head and let it drop to the floor.

"Class,

"Megan, pinch your nipples."

Megan

"Class

"Megan, please turn around, with your ass facing the class, and bend at your waist. Legs spread shoulder length."

Megan

"Class.

"Megan please take your panties off."

Megan

"Very good." The professor handed the panties to the nearest student.

"Please

"Megan, please put your hands behind you and spread your ass cheeks so the class can better see your holes."

Megan did as she was told. She pulled her ass cheeks out, exposing her anus, and causing her cunt to gap.

"Sluts

"Megan, is your little cunt tight or lose?"

"It's very tight." responded Megan while still holding her ass cheeks spread.

"Class.

"Let's get a volunteer to the front. Mike, please come up. "

"We

"Megan,

Megan

Mike slowly pushed a single finger inside Megan, causing Megan to moan.

"How is our Megan. Is she loose or tight?" asked the professor.

"She is very tight, but really wet. One finger went in without any resistance."

"Ok, go ahead and do the 2 finger test now. "

Mike

"What do you think, can you put the 3rd finger in?"

"I don't think I can. She is too tight."

"I

"Class,

Mike

"Fuck. I am so close. Keep going, " moaned Megan.

"Ok. That's enough." said the professor, and Mike reluctantly stopped.

"No, please. Let him finish" begged Megan.

"Class. Pay attention to this part. "

"Megan, beg and maybe I'll let him continue."

"Please

"Megan.

"Class,

"Mike, please try to insert the third finger."

"I am sorry professor; she is too tight."

"Class,

Megan

"Megan, so looks like you are brand new to your slutty lifestyle. When did this start?"

"I

"What is this job?"

"It's at the adult toy emporium off the highway," answered Megan.

"Perhaps, your classmates can visit you at work now," said the professor while smiling.

"Class,

"Class. I hope to see everyone there, and this will count towards your field work points, so I encourage everyone to attend."

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