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  • Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 3
    Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 3
    Fellatio Rites for the Ghost of John Wesley

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    Jenna took a deep breath as she approached Oakwood Road

    Methodist Church.

    "Are you sure you don't want me to come in with

    you?" Reverend Morris asked.

    She patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine Simon. You don't

    need to worry. It's the ghost of John Wesley, not Jack the Ripper. This is
    exciting! I hope he'll appear!"

    "Right, well, I'll be sat in the car then. I hope you

    won't be too long. Remember, just turn and run the moment you feel in any way
    uncomfortable."

    "Reverend Morris, I think you're scared!"

    "No I'm not! I can't help being concerned for the

    safety of the woman I love can I? Aren't you a tiny bit nervous?"

    "I'm as cool as spring water," Jenna replied.

    "I was reading all about John Wesley last night. He was a true gentleman.
    I'm sure this won't take long."

    Reverend Morris nodded as he watched his wife enter the

    church. "Well if anyone can fix this, Jenna can. I don't know what she
    said to the Archbishop of Canterbury last week, but he changed his mind about
    the wall plaque faster than the Government does U-turns. I wonder what she said
    to him? Whatever it was, Justin Welby was impressed!"

    He reclined in his car seat. "I was so lucky to meet

    Jenna. Of course, it was God who delivered her to me. That fateful Sunday
    morning in the vestry, oh."

    Father Aiden was walking along the street. Many things were

    on his mind. He had some important decisions to make about his future in the
    priesthood. Briefly glancing up from his smartphone, his heart jumped as he
    spotted Jenna entering the Methodist church across the road.

    "Holy Mother, " he muttered. A rush of excitement

    swept over him as he recalled the intimate encounter he'd enjoyed a few weeks
    ago. It was that which had spurred him to think about his future. He quickly
    crossed the road.

    "Hello Father!"

    The priest almost dropped his phone. Someone was shouting at

    him from a parked car.

    "Oh, Reverend Morris. Hello there." Damn, no

    chance of a repeat encounter, he thought. "I've just seen your wife going
    into the Methodist church."

    "Yes, I hope she won't be long. I'm just waiting for

    her."

    "Are you alright? You look a bit anxious, if you don't

    mind me saying."

    "It's a long story, Father. I think you'd better sit

    down in the passenger seat and I'll tell you. You've not heard about what's
    been going on in Oakwood Road church have you?"

    The priest looked confused. "Nope. Tell me more!"

    He opened the car door and sat down. I could do to unburden myself too."

    "Okay, well, this might sound a bit weird."

    "I can handle anything weird," Father Aiden

    replied.

    "It's about ghosts. As a Catholic, what are your

    thoughts on them and have you ever seen one?"

    Father Aiden thought about his answer very carefully.

    "Hmm. In theory, billions of ghosts potentially exist because billions of
    human beings have "lost" their bodies through death. Strictly
    speaking, these disembodied souls are not ghosts because they have never become
    discernible to any living people. Only those few souls whose presence is seen
    or felt by others are truly ghosts. And their existence is real."

    "So you've seen one?"

    "Yes. Two actually. Once in Ireland when I was a child

    and another when I was based in Liverpool. I was called upon to rid a family's
    home of a troubled spirit."

    Reverend Morris looked relieved. "That's good to

    know."

    "The Old Testament also has a few ghost stories. The

    most famous one is in 1 Samuel 28:8--20. Here the inspired writer tells how
    King Saul met with the ghost of the prophet Samuel." Father Aiden replied.
    "Have you seen a ghost?"

    "Yes. And not just any ghost, but the ghost of John

    Wesley! He's haunting the Methodist church. That's why I'm here. Jenna's gone
    in there to try and help him return to, the other side."

    "Oh I see, then she must, wait, what?" Father

    Aiden did a double take.

    "Thanks for coming' along Mrs. Morris," Reverend

    Ewing said, shaking Jenna's hand. "I know you probably think this whole
    thing is crazy."

    "Not at all! And call me Jenna. I'm a true believer. If

    my husband says that you and he saw John Wesley, then I know it's true. But why
    does John want to see me of all people?"

    "Your hubby mentioned that your grandma is a

    Methodist?"

    "Uh yeah. Bit of a tenuous link. Like Sir Henry

    Barrington-Smythe's horse."

    "Huh?"

    "Oh, never mind. Figure of speech."

    "You Brits and your little quirks!" Reverend Ewing

    laughed. "I'm still getting used to 'em!"

    "You said John usually appears in the vestry?"

    "Uh-huh. Can be anywhere in the church, but he seems to

    like the vestry best."

    "Right, well go and wait in there and say a few

    prayers, and see if he appears. I'm not sure I can do anything, but I'll try my
    best."

    Jenna entered the vestry. Everything looked perfectly normal

    in there. She closed the door and looked around.

    "It always comes back to the vestry," she smiled

    to herself as she recalled when she first got to know Reverend Morris.

    Suddenly, the row of gowns on the rail began to swing on

    their hangers. The temperature dropped, and Jenna rubbed her arms.

    "Are you there, John?" She called out.

    "Yes."

    She spun round. There was no sign of the spirit. "Hey,

    come on, show yourself at least. It's no fun talking to the invisible
    man."

    "My sincere apologies," John replied, and slowly

    faded into view. For the first time, Jenna was taken aback. "My God, you
    really are John Wesley, "

    He nodded and bowed. "Bless ye, for am so honored you

    hath come here. If I may be so bold to say, you be a lady of great beauty my
    dear."

    "Very kind of you to say, Mr. Wesley." Jenna said.

    "Why are you back in the land of the living? Aren't you happy in
    Heaven?"

    "Ah yes," he began. "Happier than mortals can

    ever imagine. But you see, I feel compelled to return to this realm every All
    Hallow's Eve. I like to re-visit the places where I worshipped back when I was
    alive. And it was in this very place where this church now stands that I
    preached to crowds back in the autumn of 1778."

    "You've got a lot of places to visit in just one night,"

    Jenna said. "I read all about you. You travelled all over England
    spreading the Word of the Lord. Plus you went to America, the colonies, when
    you were younger."

    "Indeed I did, yes. To my regret, I lingered a little

    too long here, for I found myself unable to return to the afterlife. The sun
    had started to rise, heralding All Saint's Day. Thus, I am trapped here in this
    church until next All Hallow's Eve. Only a tremendous release of positive
    energy could allow me to return before then."

    "Oh dear. May I ask why out of all the people in the

    world, you wanted to see me? What can I do? My gran is a Methodist. Is that the
    reason?"

    "No Miss Jenna. It was your aura that attracted me.

    It's very strong. I believe God himself must've embodied you with some sort of
    innate goodness that allows you to help people."

    "You're making me sound like some kind of saint! I

    assure you I'm just a regular human being. I'm not particularly gifted in
    anything, although I do try to be a good person, "

    John had a rather dreamy expression on his face. "You

    remind me so much of Grace Murray, a lady I loved and lost, only you be far
    prettier than her."

    It was then that Jenna had an idea. A huge grin spread

    across her face. She'd read all about John Wesley's life and how unlucky he'd
    been in love. "A tremendous release of positive energy, you say? I think I
    know something which may cause that!"

    John put his hands together. "You do? Pray, do tell, my

    dear."

    "You need to experience an orgasm. What could be more

    positive than that?"

    He blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

    "Oh you know, " She tried to think of a

    period-appropriate phrase so he'd understand. "The end act of carnal
    relations?"

    He blushed. "Oh. Miss Jenna I be a man of God. I don't

    see how, "

    Jenna sank to her knees. "Only one way to find out,

    John!" She paused. So he's a ghost. I've never pleasured a ghost before.
    Isn't he composed of just gas? He's quite cute, for someone who died in 1791! I
    wonder if,

    She reached out to touch him, and expected her hand to pass

    right through his body, but it didn't. He jolted at her touch.

    "Don't worry John. I've done this before, many times in

    fact. It's a great honor to be able to do it to you. I'm sure this will help
    you."

    The moment of first contact had arrived. Jenna let one hand

    gently glide ever so slightly over John's thigh, encased in tight black
    breeches. Reaching out with the other hand, she ran it over his crotch, feeling
    an impressive bulge.

    "Oh my! I feel strangely warmed yet again!" John

    sighed.

    Jenna fumbled with the buttons on his breeches, being more

    used to zippers. Something large and splendid lurked within. Either that or he
    had a Bible stuffed down there. "My God!" she gasped, as the
    Methodist's member was revealed. The short, slightly-built John Wesley was hung
    like a horse!

    "How on earth were you so unlucky in love?" Jenna

    exclaimed.

    "Mostly the ladies deserted me long before I even

    reached the bedchamber," he mumbled.

    "Well I'm not deserting you." She wrapped her lips

    around his cock head and swirled her tongue for a bit before plunging all the
    way down his shaft. He emitted a deep and low groan.

    Jenna slowly bobbed her head along his shaft over and over,

    with her hands grabbing his thighs for support. He moaned in pleasure with each
    and every stroke of her soft and warm mouth.

    "Oh dear God," he whimpered. "Your mouth. It

    feels amazing."

    It was clear that poor John Wesley had never experienced a

    blowjob before, not in life, nor the afterlife, and Jenna instantly felt very
    generous to be giving him this incredible gift. His breathing was erratic, and
    she sensed that he had already reached a point of near-climax, and was doing
    everything he could to fight it off.

    Jenna's expert mouth slowly bobbed up and down his shaft.

    She then paused at the bottom and held his huge shaft completely inside her
    mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She reached through his legs,
    grabbed his arse, and pulled him toward her in an attempt to get him even
    deeper into her throat.

    "Uh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last much

    longer. I fear I shall spend!"

    Outside the vestry, Reverend Ewing paced back and forth,

    wondering what the strange groaning noises were all about.

    "The hell is going' on in there?" She said out

    loud.

    Jenna slowly slid her mouth back over his shaft and removed

    him from her mouth. She wore the naughtiest smile, and John could tell she was
    thoroughly enjoying this as much as he was. She took his cock into her mouth
    once more and slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft.
    He responded with another moan, louder and more urgent than before. She removed
    him once again from her mouth and looked toward him with a smile. the faint
    silver light surrounding John was more radiant than before.

    "Are you ready to spend?" She asked, looking up at

    him from her knees. John was so overwhelmed, he couldn't speak. He simply
    nodded his head and grunted.

    "Then I want you to come for me," she said. With

    that, she slid his wet cock back into her mouth. Once again she reached through
    his legs to grab his arse and pull him toward her, and she began to furiously
    fuck him with her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust
    himself into her mouth, over and over, filling the vestry with the wet sound of
    fellation.

    Jenna began moaning, and her muffled moans seemed to push

    John over the edge. With her mouth still filled with his cock, he stopped his
    thrusting and gave a loud groan. His body tensed and shook, and Jenna did
    everything she could to swallow his massive load, but it was too much. Some of
    his thick cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and splashed down the front
    of her pink top.

    "Ah!" John sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

    Thoroughly satisfied, he cried out in joy. "Thank you! Thank you so
    much!"

    Pleased to have completely drained him, she removed his cock

    from her mouth. His cum was delicious. Ghost cum tasted just as good as that
    from a living man.

    All at once, a pillar of light surrounded John.

    "Ah! I'm free once more! You've freed me Jenna! I can't

    thank you enough! I can return and be at peace!" He began to rise up into
    the air. "I hope we shall meet again sometime! Farewell and God
    bless!"

    Jenna stood up and wiped her lips. "Godspeed, John! Oh!

    Just one more thing, next time you visit, can you bring your brother Charles
    along?"

    Reverend Ewing was about to knock on the vestry door, when

    it suddenly opened.

    "Oh! Is everything alright?"

    "Everything's fine. You can reopen your church. John's

    spirit is at peace once more."

    "For sure? He's really gone? But how?"

    "I just said a prayer for him. Told him how much his

    teaching continues to inspire people to this day. That seemed to satisfy him
    and he just faded away."

    "Well thank you so much, Jenna," the reverend

    said, shaking her hand. "I'm so glad it's all over. It was really
    stressing me out! and I'm so happy that John is at peace in the Lord's kingdom
    again. Oh, what's that on your clothing?"

    Jenna looked down and was mortified at the huge globs of

    cum. "Oh dear. It's, candle wax. I didn't realize it had spilled. I must
    get going now, Reverend Ewing. Simon is waiting in the car and he'll be getting
    worried."

    "Of course. Thank you again, and give my regards to

    Simon!"

    When she'd gone, Reverend Ewing looked round the vestry.

    "Hmm, strange. There are no candles in here."

    The lecherous church warden meets his match.

    After peace was restored to Oakwood Road Methodist Church,

    and the spirit of John Wesley successfully liberated, Jenna and Reverend Morris
    turned their attentions to this weekend's Remembrance Sunday service. This was
    always a major event, and the people would be crammed into St. Michael's like
    sardines.

    "I've finally completed this special sermon,"

    Reverend Morris said, handing Jenna his iPad. "Have a read and tell me
    what you think. I included your suggestions about the importance of teaching
    the younger generation about those who died in wars. Also the bit about Winston
    Churchill being a flawed figure. Good suggestion, that. As human beings we are
    all flawed in some way."

    "It looks fantastic. Let me grab a coffee and settle

    down to enjoy this!"

    "I hope it won't come across as too boring. You know I

    always get paranoid about my sermons. So many churchgoers dread a long
    sermon!"

    "Your sermons are always fun and relevant, Simon,

    You're too hard on yourself."

    The mild-mannered vicar smiled. "Aww, thanks! Oh and I

    hope Norman Winstanley behaves himself this weekend. I had to have a quiet word
    with him during the Wednesday morning service."

    "The new churchwarden? What's he done wrong?"

    "Well, as you know, he took over from dear old Albert

    who died last month. He'd previously been at St. John's, but sadly, that church
    has closed for good and is being demolished. Such a shame. It was a great
    church back in the day."

    "Very sad when a church dies. What are they building in

    its place?" Jenna asked.

    "An Aldi supermarket. Anyways, about Norman. He's

    sixty-five and a terrible lecher, to put it plainly. Some say he's Sid James
    and Benny Hill cranked up to eleven. He didn't get nicknamed Carry On Norm for
    nothing."

    Jenna was immediately intrigued. How come I've never noticed

    this guy before? She thought. "Ooh. So he likes to ogle young women does
    he?"

    "Yes, but not just young! I've seen him staring at the

    legs of older women too. Last Sunday, I caught him perving at Mrs. Wilcox when
    she was doing the flower arranging. And she's about eighty! Though I admit, she
    does have nice legs, for someone er, so mature."

    "Naughty boy. At least he's not ageist." Jenna

    said. "He needs to get on OnlyFans."

    Reverend Morris couldn't help but laugh. "You always

    try to see the best in everyone! Well just looking is one thing, but Norman has
    built up a bit of a reputation for being a qualified pincher of bottoms. I
    won't tolerate that sort of behavior. It's completely unacceptable. I'm
    surprised he's avoided getting into more trouble, to be honest."

    "Is he married?"

    "No, widowed. Took early retirement too. Has far too

    much time on his hands. And we all know that the Devil makes work for idle
    hands, "

    "So true," Jenna nodded. "He makes bottoms

    for idle hands to pinch. "I don't think I've seen Norman. What does he
    look like?"

    "Well he wears glasses and he's the spitting image of

    Frank Carson."

    Jenna blinked. "Who?"

    "Heh, I keep forgetting the age gap between us. Frank

    was a Northern Irish comedian. He's dead now. My dad was and still is a massive
    fan of him. He used to go and see him on stage at Blackpool in the 1990s."
    Reverend Morris looked up a picture of the comedian on his phone and showed it
    to her.

    "Ok. I'll keep an eye out for Norman this Sunday!"

    "If he tries anything with you, tell me at once!"

    "Oh don't worry. He wouldn't dare," Jenna replied,

    smirking to herself, an idea already forming in her mind. Naughty Norman. I
    can't have a churchwarden with wandering hands threatening Simon's church. I'd better
    get my hands on him before he causes any more trouble!

    As expected, the Sunday service was very well-attended.

    Jenna had arrived early,

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  • Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 2
    Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 2
    Dinner with the Archbishop of Canterbury

    A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ►

    Podcast at Steamy
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    On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that

    took Reverend Morris by surprise.

    "I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the

    letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin
    Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week."

    "Whoa, " Jenna spluttered.

    "Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop

    George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and
    parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's
    church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter
    from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his
    visit."

    "Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!"

    Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar
    ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!"

    "Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter.

    "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round
    it."

    "I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when

    we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think,
    we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!"

    "I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't

    help but thinking that there's a catch."

    A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when

    a second letter arrived.

    "I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he

    read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention
    that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local
    man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the
    church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry
    once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed,
    was involved in the slave trade."

    "I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering

    in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't
    bothered."

    Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a

    nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that
    simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To
    remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so
    old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof."

    Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband

    was. This situation needed rectifying immediately.

    "Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop

    George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the
    Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?"

    "No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest,

    I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him
    once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure
    paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left
    a lot of money to the church in his will."

    Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a

    controlled situation."

    "For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the

    meeting."

    We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself.

    The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously

    fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to
    set off to Bishop George's house.

    Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where

    her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a
    pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked
    more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the
    clergy.

    "Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well

    what Reverend Morris' response would be.

    "Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as

    always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going."

    "Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him.

    "It might not be as bad as it seems."

    He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I

    treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its
    congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to
    fix the dry rot in the vestry."

    "And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry.

    Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be
    reached."

    "I hope so."

    They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind.

    Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan
    on looking at his face,

    Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna

    and Reverend Morris arrived.

    "Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't

    say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here."

    "You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna

    winked at the bishop.

    "Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are

    refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed
    to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks.
    Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered
    him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her.

    "I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he

    whispered.

    "A great choice!" Jenna whispered back.

    Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the

    Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door
    being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone.

    "He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why

    do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?"

    "God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his

    thigh.

    Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure

    to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this
    evening. Jenna and her husband stood up.

    "Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing

    that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with
    black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his
    neck.

    Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the

    Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at
    last."

    "Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my

    wife."

    Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet

    you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the
    table!"

    The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the

    Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very
    honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St.
    Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to
    such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage.

    "What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral,"

    he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to
    concentrate."

    The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop

    George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While
    the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side;
    laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of
    ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on
    his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor.

    Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the

    table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his
    right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him.

    "Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris

    prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are
    something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too."

    Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a

    much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human
    consumption."

    The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we

    dine."

    The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was

    hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue
    about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop
    George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to
    go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the
    ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the
    vixen to catch her prey.

    "You've done so many impressive things during your

    tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she
    continued, flattering him off the scale."

    "Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind

    words!"

    Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good

    Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this
    pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great
    deal of worry, you have no idea how much, "

    The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no

    wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that
    our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery."

    He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange

    sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg
    and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it
    was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand.

    "Are you enjoying your soup?"

    "Um, Jenna, what are you doing?"

    "As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband

    out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you
    imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding
    her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently.

    The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well

    I'm very sorry to hear that."

    She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very

    gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued
    gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of
    all.

    "Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married

    man!" He whispered.

    "I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal

    outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore,
    if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission
    from Your Grace, "

    "You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he

    whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing.

    "You haven't granted permission, Your Grace."

    The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to

    temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George
    and the vicar could return at any moment.

    "Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to

    explore, "

    This was all the permission she required. Before the

    Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's
    lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and
    speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an
    astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his
    thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard
    that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I
    right?"

    "Er, yes. That's right."

    Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white

    boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a
    gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like
    Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy!

    The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as

    he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The
    touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills
    throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as
    Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft.

    She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and

    could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could
    achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order
    to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for
    as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her
    newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface,
    massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the
    shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's
    inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips.

    "Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and

    worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your
    suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let
    him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure
    Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A
    few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be
    a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against
    humanity."

    The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out

    on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my
    word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!"

    "Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his

    Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her
    earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and
    under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her
    conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head
    and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft.

    The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid

    and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions
    would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the
    greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat
    his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired
    effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna
    felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of
    pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed
    by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick,
    milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not
    universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is
    the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and
    splashed down her cleavage.

    Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop

    leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw.

    The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend

    Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water
    and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it
    was time to return to her seat.

    "I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris

    mumbled. "Call of nature and all that."

    "And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry

    not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied.

    "Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his

    glasses.

    Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair,

    and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth.

    "Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?"

    "Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied.

    "But fortunately, I have now found it."

    Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see.

    And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!"

    A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church

    "What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend

    Morris said as he climbed into bed.

    Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through

    his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind.
    I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really
    fascinated."

    "I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a

    rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road
    Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a
    persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing
    holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The
    church has had to remain closed all week."

    "Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church

    then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little
    girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it
    being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow
    walls."

    "Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up

    residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John
    Wesley."

    "What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?"

    Jenna blinked.

    "Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not

    saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John
    Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he
    was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a
    long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?"

    Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to

    return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped
    somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and
    the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?"

    "Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied.

    "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church
    wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the
    1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him.
    Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for
    help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars
    are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak."

    "Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in

    the Exorcist?"

    Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie

    with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me
    off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic
    possession, not a haunting."

    Jen

    17 min
  • Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 1
    Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 1
    A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church"

    A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ►

    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the

    ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!

    At the Vicarage Social, Jenna meets an ordained Priest.

    A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending

    St Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in the
    true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male members of the
    church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In her new role as a
    vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other men of the church in need of
    guidance,

    Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their

    annual November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a
    depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes Night,
    nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away, although the
    shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It got earlier every
    year.

    The usual members of St. Michaels church were in attendance,

    Gordon Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop
    George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna hadn't
    seen before.

    Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a

    diamond encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall,
    serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly averted
    his eyes when she looked at him.

    "Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and

    wearing a clerical collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She
    knew most of the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy
    before.

    Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer

    always went straight to his bladder.

    "Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her.

    "You look lovely by the way."

    "Why thank you," she winked back. "You look

    rather fine yourself. That navy blue suit, Umm. We need more men in suits. Down
    with casual dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her
    offloading him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika
    couldn't attend tonight."

    "Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all

    week."

    "Aww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face

    bore an expression that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny
    and really need a fuck right now, I know you're the vicar's wife now but I
    still fancy you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock, "

    "Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said.

    "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."

    "Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I

    know. There's always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark."
    Jenna replied, and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you
    out there later."

    Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"

    Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband

    appeared. "Nice to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn
    up!"

    "I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but

    notice that there were way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder
    why that is?" She grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in
    the corner over there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage
    social. His face could turn milk sour."

    Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's

    a Catholic priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's
    taken over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge Irish
    community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."

    "Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?"

    The name, the look: Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a
    bone-white complexion. His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned,
    with sideburns.

    "He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so

    miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"

    Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All

    denominations are welcome at this vicarage, we've got the Oakwood Road
    Methodist guys here too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard,
    Father Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably
    enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."

    "If he's a Catholic priest does that mean, "

    "Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."

    "That's the real reason he's miserable then!"

    Jenna replied.

    "Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's

    something I could never adhere to!"

    "Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."

    "Jenna, shush! You're making me blush!"

    "I'm right though."

    "You know I can never get enough of your pussy,"

    the vicar whispered in her ear. "I must go and mingle, before I get
    another hard-on."

    Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the

    mysterious Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to
    death by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of
    modern Britain.

    ", And like I keep saying, this country went to the

    dogs long ago. Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living.
    Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father, coming from
    a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like paradise to you.
    Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And the local park. Would you
    believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot, "

    Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her.

    Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.

    "Sorry Mrs. Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow

    Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."

    "Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied.

    "He's not got a lot to say."

    "Probably because he couldn't get a word in,"

    Jenna muttered under her breath as Mrs. Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to
    introduce myself. I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father
    Aiden." She held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.

    "Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick

    Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.

    "You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your

    liking?"

    "A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked

    extremely uncomfortable in Jenna's presence. "I'm still, finding my feet
    around this area."

    "I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you

    tried any of the buffet? My husband's a great cook; he's made some great cakes and,
    "

    "Maybe later. I, I would appreciate a cup of tea if

    possible."

    "Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug?

    You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."

    "Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep

    breath. "Blimey, what a cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a
    statue. Still, early days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up
    sooner or later." Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior
    only served to fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest,
    .hmm. That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?

    Moments later, she brought him a cup of tea. "Here you

    go," she said, putting it on the side table by his chair and taking a seat
    opposite him.

    "Thanks, Mrs. Morris."

    "Jenna, please."

    He twitched. "Jenna."

    "I've never met a Catholic priest before," Jenna

    said, and Father Aiden straightened in the chair and braced himself for the
    usual questions he was always asked, usually concerning vows of celibacy. He
    swallowed as he noticed how close Jenna was to him.

    Damn. She looks so much like R is n, but even prettier. I

    can't believe this.

    "Well, we're not that rare," he mumbled, sipping

    his tea.

    "I know very little about the Catholic church,"

    Jenna continued. Nobody in my family is Catholic. Mostly Church of England, and
    a few Methodists, "

    "I'm sure your husband can help you with any questions

    you might have," Father Aiden said, and Jenna wondered if this was his
    polite way of saying "please leave me in peace."

    Pretending to be upset, Jenna stood up. "I, I'm sure

    you're right, Father. I'm sorry for bothering you." She hurried out of the
    snug.

    Alone at last, Father Aiden smacked his forehead. "Why

    does this keep happening to me? Why do I always end up saying the wrong
    thing?"

    "Definitely a lot of issues with that one," Jenna

    smirked to herself. A couple of chips on both shoulders methinks. I'm not
    giving up on the good Father though. Maybe in time, he'll soften a
    little."

    Gordon had successfully relieved himself on the rose bushes

    in the vicarage's back garden. "Ah, that's better. I'm sure those plants
    needed a good watering," he muttered, zipping up his trousers. Hearing the
    back door opening, he spun round.

    "Hi there," Jenna smiled. "It's a bit cold out

    here, Gordon. You'll be getting a chill in your organ pipe."

    "Umm. I was hoping you might be able to warm it

    up."

    Jenna glanced round and took him by the hand. "In that

    case, come with me, "

    In the garage, Gordon's face flushed red with lust as Jenna

    leaned against a car, hiked up her dress and slipped her hand inside her
    drenched black panties. Her aroused smell met his nose and made his stiff cock
    throb more than ever. Already his pre-cum was leaking out. The fact that she
    was now the vicar's wife, was turning him on even more.

    "Oh God, Jenna. You always know what buttons to

    press," Gordon groaned, as she ran her hand down his crotch, cupping his
    bulge.

    "Don't you mean which stops to pull out?" She

    teased, unzipping his trousers. "Your cock is like the Wurlitzer organ in
    Blackpool Tower. It's always rising."

    "Ha-ha. That's why it needs you to play it," he

    chuckled. Jenna ran her hand down the front of his y-fronts. "Ooh, I'm not
    the only one here who's got damp undies!"

    Gordon groaned again. Jenna pulled out his cock and squeezed

    his balls. As she groped his manhood, she realized just how wet with pre-cum it
    was.

    "Nice and sticky, just how I like it." She knelt

    down and teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth.

    "Umm yes!" Gordon hissed as the vicar's wife began

    giving him a good blow. He'd remembered just how brilliantly Jenna was at
    giving blowjobs. Back during that day in church, she'd given him some superb
    head.

    Jenna withdrew and reclined on the bonnet of the car. She

    rubbed her neatly-trimmed bush of pubic hair and Gordon knew what she wanted
    him to do. With just one finger at first, the organist began tracing circles
    around the outside of her wet pussy. Jenna moaned, enjoying the attention, but
    wanting more. Sensing this, Gordon spread her pussy lips with his finger and
    pushed inside her, spreading her walls and began to fuck her with it. Then he
    lowered his head. Very slowly at first, teasing her into a state of desperate
    pleasure, he tongued her, savoring her juices.

    "Oh Gordon!" Jenna screamed. She began moving her

    body in time to his motions, trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Then
    without warning, Gordon stopped his treatment, as he felt her hand brush
    against the head of his prick. "Slide your organ pipe in," she
    purred, knowing he got such a kick from these corny phrases.

    "With pleasure!"

    Positioning the tip of his dick right up against her wet

    opening, he slid inside her and was soon thrusting with vigor.

    "Umm, more Gordon! Yes!"

    He continued pumping her hard and fast, pulling almost all

    the way out and then slamming his dick all the way back in. He grabbed her hips
    to steady himself, still fucking her rapidly. Then their coupled bodies
    convulsed ferociously, and Gordon's pulsating member filled Jenna's snatch with
    his cum.

    "Here endeth the organ lesson," Jenna said,

    planting a kiss on his lips.

    Gordon kissed her back. "Oh thanks Jenna. I enjoyed

    that immensely."

    "And you really needed that!" She replied,

    adjusting her clothing. "It's not good for an organist to have so much cum
    building up like that, there might be a risk of a ruptured bellows."

    Gordon zipped up his trousers. "Far worse than trapped

    wind!"

    They both laughed. "We'd better get back to the party.

    I'll go first, okay?"

    Jenna headed out of the garage. As she walked round the side

    of the house, she almost walked straight into Father Aiden.

    "Oh!" He recoiled in shock. "Mrs, er,

    Jenna."

    "Father Aiden! You made me jump! Don't tell me you're

    looking for a downstairs toilet too?"

    He blinked. "Um no. I was, er, I wanted to apologies

    for earlier. I was very rude. Whatever must you think of me? You being the
    vicar's wife and all."

    "I'd say you're a chap who's just finding his way in a

    new place," Jenna smiled. Even in the dark, his watery blue eyes seemed to
    be staring right into her soul. "Anyways, apology accepted!" Before
    he could say another word, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Would you
    like another cup of tea, Father?"

    Father Aiden clutched his chest as though he'd glimpsed

    Satan himself. A look of horror on his face.

    "What's the matter?" Jenna said, glancing back at

    him. "My tea isn't that bad is it?"

    The Priest is caught masturbating

    "Holy Spirit, come into my heart and show me my sins. Give

    me a proper spirit of repentance and the grace to make a good confession. Give
    me your peace that I might not be anxious but rather trust in your abundant
    mercies."

    Father Aiden said a prayer to himself. He was anxiously

    sitting in his confessional, awaiting the arrival of any lost sheep who were in
    need of his guidance. Here of all places, he needed to be focused on his job as
    a priest, yet his mind was on other things. Last night, he'd attended a
    gathering at St. Michael's vicarage. He hadn't really wanted to go, as social
    events made him uncomfortable, but had gone along to show willing. It had been
    his first social since he'd left Liverpool.

    It had all been going well until he'd met the vicar's wife,

    Jenna. The woman had shocked him to the core. She reminded him so much of
    R is n, a twentysomething woman whom he'd developed feelings for back in
    Liverpool. He'd come perilously close to breaking his celibacy vows with her,
    they'd kissed passionately a couple of times in the confessional booth, until Father
    Aiden's nerves and guilt finally got the better of him and he'd pushed her
    away. Feeling it best to move on before things developed into something more
    serious, he quit his post and requested to be moved elsewhere. He'd narrowly
    avoided a scandal.

    Father Aiden was thirty-five, and had been a priest for

    eight years now. He recalled his early years, growing up in a small village
    near Dublin. As rigidly as he'd stuck to his celibacy vows since joining the
    priesthood, Father Aiden was no virgin. As an eighteen year old, he'd been an
    altar boy at his local church, and lost his virginity to Sara, a much older
    married woman who was a member of the congregation. They'd enjoyed passionate
    romps in the confessional booths, in the vestry, just about everywhere. Sara
    had a very high sex drive and didn't get any from her dull husband. Then a
    nightmare situation. Sara had fallen pregnant. Aiden's world had been rocked.

    In their strict Catholic community, even the thought of

    getting an abortion was out of the question. Aiden had resigned himself to
    becoming a young dad, but then just as he was starting to like the idea, fate
    intervened and Sara suffered a miscarriage. He didn't think it would have
    affected him so badly, but it did, and he blamed himself. It had been a punishment
    from God. From that day on, Father Aiden made up his mind to become a priest,
    much to the delight of his parents.

    However, much as he tried to bury any sinful urges, Father

    Aiden struggled. After R is n, he hoped he wouldn't be attracted to another
    woman, but now he'd seen Jenna Morris, and been immediately smitten.

    "Dear God, help me not to be so weak in body and mind.

    I must cast out these sinful thoughts."

    He was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the

    confessional.

    "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." A

    middle-aged man said. "It's been a week since my last confession."

    Father Aiden composed himself and did his duty as a priest.

    Jenna grinned as an Amazon delivery van pulled up outside

    the vicarage.

    "Oh good. It's arrived. That was quick."

    Reverend Morris was coming down the stairs as she was

    eagerly opening a parcel.

    "What do you think?" Jenna said, holding up a nun

    costume.

    "Ooh sexy. That'll turn heads at the church hall's

    fancy dress party next month! How very naughty and sinful. Better hope that
    Father Aiden doesn't turn up to that, eh? Might prove a bit too much for him!
    Talking of which, would you mind calling at St. Gregory's and dropping off that
    book he wanted to borrow?"

    "No problem," Jenna replied. She picked up the

    paperback. "The Seeker by S G Maclean. Oh, he's into historical fiction is
    he? Well good to know he has other interests."

    Reverend Morris started laughing. "Heh, I don't know

    how I coped when the curate made that joke to him at the social. I know Josh
    had had way too much to drink but, dear God, I could've died when he started
    going on about Catholic priests lusting after choirboys."

    "What? I must've missed that! It must've been when I

    was f, er, talking to Gordon."

    "Yes. Father Aiden didn't see the funny side at all. I

    don't think Josh will even remember what he said to him. Anyways, I had to
    apologies!"

    Jenna couldn't help but snigger. "By the way, who are

    you going to dress up as for the party?"

    "Haven't decided yet. You once said I looked like

    Prince Edward, perhaps I should dress as up in Royal robes and get a crown?
    Anyways, I must get going. I've got a meeting with Bishop George. What a busy
    week. Christopher's coming round tomorrow."

    "It's be lovely to see him. If the weather's nice, we

    can have a day out somewhere. I know how much he loves dinosaurs, why don't we
    take him to the museum?"

    "Sounds great! Okay, I'll be back around four. Take

    care

    0 min
  • Jacob’s Bed: Part 2
    Jacob's Bed: Part 2
    Bedding Arrangements

    In 2 parts, based on the works of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Leah looked

    at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she
    smiled. That's the first time I've watched two people fucking. It's
    fantastic.

    I loved you

    being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us.

    I do love

    you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?'

    I gave her a

    kiss. You know I did.

    And you

    know I still love you, don't you?' Leah pressed.

    Yes, I

    said, and I still love you, more than ever.

    Ah, said

    Rachel, you two are totally amazing. I love you both.

    What are you

    waiting for, darling? Leah said to me. Kiss her.

    So with my

    softening cock still buried in her open cunt, I gently turned my head to my
    sister-in-law to me and gave her a long loving kiss.

    Unlike in

    porn movies, we didn't immediately descend into an endless succession of sexual
    positions and have orgasm after orgasm until the end of the day. All three of
    us felt pretty satiated and exhausted. We lay back on the bed, me between the
    two sisters with my arm round each and their heads resting on my shoulders.
    Leah pulled the duvet half over us and within ten minutes we were all asleep.

    I was the

    first to wake up. Rachel lay curled up with her back to me. Leah was lying half
    turned towards me. They were both dead to the world. I lay for a few minutes
    thinking about what had happened. Even then, I could hardly believe it. It
    seemed like a wonderful dream, a mad fantasy. Yet I could still remember the
    feeling of my cock in Rachel's cunt, the eagerness of Leah's lips on mine, her
    excited encouragement as I fucked her much younger sister. It had really
    happened, I kept telling myself.

    It was only

    then that I started to have misgivings. Yes, it had happened; I had fucked my
    wife's sister. What now? Would everything change from now on? Would Leah still
    love me? Would she become jealous? Would it happen again? Rachel was almost 15
    years younger than Leah; would I prefer fucking her to fucking my wife? I
    couldn't see how things would ever be the same again. I couldn't envisage a
    cozy menage a trois; that sort of thing only happened in porn fantasies. Yet
    there they were: two beautiful naked women lying next to me. I loved them both.
    I wanted them both. I wanted what had happened; to happen again. I wanted to
    fuck my wife and I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted to fuck them both.

    Almost

    perspiring in my state of confusion I lay rigid. I didn't dare wake them up in
    case all they had to say were regrets. I didn't want my dream shattered. In the
    end I crept from the bed, grabbed my bath robe and went into the kitchen. I
    didn't really have anything in mind, but something told me that what was needed
    was a quick dose of normality. What I didn't want was Leah waking up and
    thinking, Oh my god, this has all been a terrible mistake, what have I done?
    I certainly didn't want the kind of conversation that starts with, Darling, we
    have to talk. I didn't want to give her the chance to think and the only way I
    could think of to do that was with a dose of domesticity.

    Half an hour

    later I entered the bedroom carrying a tray of supper. The sisters were still
    dozing, but sat up as soon as I put the tray on the bed.

    What's

    this? smiled Leah.

    Supper, I

    said needlessly. I thought you deserved it.

    Rachel

    giggled. I suppose we need to keep our strength up.

    Definitely,

    agreed Leah.

    They looked

    sexily at me, completely without any expressions of guilt or regret, and I
    allowed myself a small feeling that things might be alright after all.
    Shamelessly they sat with their tits invitingly naked and we dug into our
    supper.

    That night I

    went to bed early. I didn't want to have the conversation with Leah I knew we
    would have to have sooner or later. I was too confused and I didn't have the
    energy. It was a work day the following day, so when Leah came to bed she
    didn't expect any lovemaking. I pretended to be dozing, so all she did was say,
    Goodnight, lover, kiss me and turn over. I lay awake for a long time worrying
    about everything.

    The next

    week passed fairly uneventfully. Whether Leah and Rachel talked over what had
    happened I didn't know, but I suspected they did; didn't they talk about
    everything? But when I was around, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement
    that the subject wouldn't be brought up. Rachel slept in her own room. Leah and
    I fucked a couple of times, as enjoyably and lovingly as ever but almost
    wordlessly. Somehow I got the feeling that she was waiting for me to start the
    conversation. Perhaps this fantasy 3-way was just a passing impulse? She didn't
    give the impression she regretted anything. If possible, she seemed even more
    loving than before. She lost no opportunity to touch and kiss me. It felt as if
    she were trying to reassure me that things were still good between us. Leah s
    respect for me had grown, so had her devotion.

    Rachel, too,

    seemed to go out of her way to be affectionate, touching and kissing me quite
    openly, whether when Leah was around or when we were alone.

    On the

    following Friday evening we were lounging in the living room wondering what to
    do.

    Don't you

    want to go out? I asked Rachel. It's Friday.

    I'd rather

    stay in and drink wine with you guys, she said. If that's okay with you.

    Of course,

    smiled Leah. She got up. I'll open a bottle.

    Later the

    three of us were cozily snuggled together on the sofa, the second bottle half empty
    on the coffee table in front of us. The unwritten rule was clear. I always sat
    between them.

    This is the

    kind of Friday I like, murmured Rachel, resting her head on my shoulder.

    Me too,

    said Leah, giving me a kiss. What about you, darling? How do you like having
    two beautiful women all to yourself?

    Oh, I like

    it, I said carefully.

    After what

    you did for us last weekend, she continued. This is it, I thought. This is the
    conversation I'd been dreading. We thought we should do something for you.

    My mind went

    into overdrive. No recriminations? No regrets? No change of heart?

    Don't look

    so worried, Rachel put in. We're not going to rape you.

    Leah

    laughed. Not unless you want us to.

    She put her hand

    on my thigh and gave me another kiss. I could taste wine. I felt her hand move
    to my cock. Instantly it started to grow.

    That's what

    I like, she smiled. A cock that responds to me.

    That's what

    I like too, said Rachel, her eyes fixed on her sister's hand.

    Touch it,

    invited Leah. You won't mind, will you, Jake darling?'

    Not at

    all, I said, not daring to disagree with anything being suggested.

    I love to

    feel it growing hard under his jeans, Leah said to her sister.

    Rachel put a

    tentative hand on my thigh. Leah took it and placed it where her own had been.

    Can you

    feel it? she asked.

    Oh yes,

    murmured Rachel. It feels really hard already.

    That's

    because he's turned on. Aren't you, darling?'

    Hmm, I

    agreed.

    She started

    to move her sister's hand up and down my erection. Stroke it, she urged. He
    loves to have his cock stroked through his jeans.

    Rachel

    started to stroke my cock. Leah let go of her hand and rested it on my abdomen.
    Don't tense up, darling, she smiled. Just relax and enjoy it.

    If you

    insist, I said. It's difficult relaxing when a beautiful woman is stroking
    your cock, but I tried.

    Rachel

    pressed a little harder and after a while tried to wrap her fingers around my
    shaft. I can't grip it properly, she complained.

    In that

    case, grinned Leah, you'd better take it out. It could probably do with an
    airing. She gave me a long kiss while Rachel fiddled with my belt buckle and
    zip.

    I felt the

    release as my cock was freed from the restraint of my jeans, then Rachel's hand
    finding its way into the gap of my boxers. I let out an involuntary gasp as her
    fingertips touched the flesh of my cock, then her fingers were firmly wrapped
    around it and she was pulling it out into the open air.

    Leah ended

    our kiss and looked down at my lap, where my cock was standing in her sister's
    firm grip. Is that better, darling? she asked me.

    Oh yes, I

    murmured.

    Rachel

    looked at her sister. Show me what you do, she said. I want to learn to
    masturbate him as well as you do.

    Okay, said

    my wife. She took my cock in her hand and, barely touching, stroked it slowly
    up and down. First you start really gently. And vary where you touch it, she
    added. Like this. For a while she concentrated on the shaft, gently
    stretching my skin as her hand went to the base of my cock, then releasing it
    as her hand travelled up again. She gently rubbed her fingertips over my crown
    and under the prepuce. He particularly loves the crown being played with,
    don't you, Jacob?'

    Oh yes, I

    murmured.

    Now you do

    it, urged Leah.

    Rachel took

    my cock in her hand and Leah and I watched as she slowly played with it. She
    seemed fascinated by what she was doing, experimenting with stretching my
    foreskin, then playing her fingertips over my crown and gently opening and
    closing the slit. It feels lovely, she murmured, all hard and silky at the
    same time.

    Leah gave me

    a long kiss as I felt the delicious sensations of Rachel's hand moving over my
    cock. Deep moans came from my throat.

    Leah smiled

    at me. Is she doing it right, Jacob?'

    Oh yes, I

    murmured.

    You can

    grip it a bit harder now, Leah told her sister.

    Like this?

    Rachel's hand gripped my cock more firmly and stroked me steadily from top to
    bottom and back again. I could feel the pleasure start to build.

    Do you want

    Rachel to make you come, Jacob, asked Leah, or do you want to rest for a
    while?'

    What Rachel

    was doing felt great, but I knew it usually took quite a time for me to come
    just from a hand-job. I suspected they both had other things in mind. I'm in
    your hands, I smiled at them. Do whatever you want.

    Okay, said

    Leah. Let go for a bit, she told Rachel. Let it rest. I felt Rachel's hand
    leave my cock as Leah planted another long kiss on my lips. Then she turned my
    face towards Rachel and I felt Rachel's warm soft lips on my mouth. She moaned
    throatily as her tongue sought mine. For a while I was passed between them like
    a shared meal.

    How do you

    like Rachel? asked Leah. Is she a good kisser?'

    It must be

    because you're sisters, I grinned. I find it difficult to differentiate
    between you.

    Leah looked

    down at my cock, still standing hard and proud. Ah, look at it, all lonely
    down there. I think Big Jake wants to be kissed too.

    She bent her

    head and I felt her tongue on my crown. Then her lips closed round it.

    Oh fuck, I

    breathed.

    Rachel

    watched, her lips apart. Show me, Leah, she murmured. I want to learn how to
    suck his cock, too.

    Okay. My

    wife held my cock out for her sister to take. Sit here on the coffee table and
    take him into both of your hands, gently. First, lick it all over. Slowly.

    Rachel

    followed the instructions to the letter. I felt the exquisite sensations of her
    tongue sliding over the crown.

    Don't take

    it in your mouth straightaway. Tease him. It drives him wild. Doesn't it,
    Jacob? She smiled wickedly up at me.

    You should

    know, I said.

    For a time,

    Rachel licked my cock, lingering over the crown and occasionally putting the
    tip of her tongue in the slit.

    Lick under

    the crown, advised Leah. He loves that.

    I felt

    Rachel's tongue under the rim of the crown, a really sensitive spot. It was
    exquisite. I heard myself moan in encouragement.

    Is she

    doing it right, Jacob? Leah asked me. Does it feel good?'

    Oh yes, I

    murmured.

    Stand up,

    Jacob, she said. It'll be easier for Rachel.

    I stood up

    and faced Rachel sitting on the low table in front of me, my cock at exactly
    the same level as her mouth. Leah eased my jeans and boxers down my legs and
    off my fee; then pulled my t-shirt over my head. Very nice, she said
    admiringly.

    Hot,

    agreed Rachel.

    The two

    women were still fully clothed, but it felt oddly arousing to be naked in front
    of them. Rachel leant forward and resumed her licking of my cock.

    You can put

    it in your mouth now, Leah told her, standing beside me caressing my stomach.

    I looked

    down and watched Rachel slide her mouth over my cock. Leah reached round and
    held the base. With her other hand she turned my face to hers and locked my
    mouth in a long passionate kiss. I felt Rachel's mouth moving slowly up and
    down my shaft. I moaned deep in my throat. Leah's tongue thrashed together with
    mine.

    When she

    released me, she murmured. I love holding your cock as you're being sucked
    off, Jacob. It feels very hard.

    I love you

    holding it too, I smiled.

    She smiled

    back. You and Rachel look really hot together, with your cock in her mouth.

    I could

    barely think with the sensations running through my body, so I just said, I
    love you, darling.

    She kissed me.

    I love you too. I love watching you being sucked off by my lovely little
    sister.

    Rachel was

    leaning forward, eagerly taking almost the full length of my cock in her mouth,
    savoring it, then pulling back and swirling her tongue and lips around the crown.
    One hand slipped round to my ass and held me while the other gently cupped and
    caressed my balls. Then Rachel s fingers rubbed under my sack while her thumb
    swirled around my sphincter. It drove me nuts.

     Leah

    continued to hold my cock at the base. I felt hands and lips everywhere. I was
    dying with the exquisite sensations.

    How do you

    like being sucked off by your sister-in-law while your wife watches? Leah
    asked, her eyes bright.

    I love it,

    I moaned.

    Are you

    close to coming?'

    Soon, I

    murmured.

    Let it

    happen, she urged. I want to see you come inside her mouth.

    I had been

    wanting to do just that, but had been worried that Rachel might not have been
    prepared for it. But as soon as Leah spoke, Rachel thrust me deeper into her
    throat, as if wanting me to go ahead. I started to move my hips back and forth.
    My cock slid in and out of Rachel's mouth. I could feel the back of her throat
    at the deepest point, then the play of her tongue as she let it slide almost
    out into the open. At the same time, Leah moved her hand in sync with my
    movements, inasmuch as she could with most of my cock in Rachel's mouth. The
    two movements of hand and mouth were doing wonderful things to my cock. If they
    continued I knew I would soon be coming.

    That feels

    so good, I moaned.

    Rachel took

    me even deeper into her mouth and Leah locked my lips in another long kiss.

    Enjoying

    yourself, Jacob? She breathed when she released my mouth.

    You know I

    am.

    I love to

    see you having pleasure, she murmured. I love you more than anything.

    I love you

    too, I said, half-insensible with exquisite sensations.

    She gave me

    a quick kiss, then moved to sit on the low table beside Rachel. I want to
    watch you come, she said, her eyes gleaming. She put an arm round her sister's
    shoulders and the other around my middle. I felt her hand on my ass cheek,
    gently pushing me forward, encouraging me to put my cock further into Rachel's
    mouth. The sight of her excited face next to her sister eagerly sucking my cock
    was enough to tip me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building.

    I'm

    coming, I warned them.

    Go on,

    urged my wife. Come in Rach's mouth. Let it happen.

    I felt the

    first load climb into my cock and empty itself into Rachel's eager mouth. I
    half expected her to pull back, but instead she took a quick deep nostril
    breath and thrust my cock even deeper. Leah moved her hand from her sister's
    shoulder to under her jaw. I could feel it caressing the end of my cock through
    the skin of Rachel's face. I blasted again.

    Keep

    coming, Jacob, urged Leah. Swallow his come, Rachel, she told her sister.
    He loves it when I swallow.

    Rachel kept

    my cock in her mouth when I jerked a third time. I could feel her tongue
    exploring my slit and around the crown. I thought I might explode from
    sensations that were almost too exquisite to bear. I came again and again into
    her warm mouth. With the encouragement of Leah's hand, Rachel swallowed it all,
    keeping my cock deep in her mouth the whole time. Even as my cock began to
    soften, she still held it between her lips, though allowed more of it to come
    out. Gently she caressed it with her tongue, swallowing hard, to extract the
    last bits of jizz.

    Oh fuck,

    that's so good, I murmured.

    Leah stood

    up and put her arms around me. Happy, darling?'

    I'll tell

    you, I said with a smile, when I've worked out where I am.

    Do you like

    coming in Rach's mouth?'

    Oh yes,' I

    emphasized

    No

    regrets?' Leah pressed.

    No. I was

    too satisfied and too exhausted to think of anything much.

    I don't

    have any regrets either. Leah assured me.

    That's a

    relief, I said, kissing her. I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been here.
    It was such a turn-on having you beside me. You liked it too, didn't you?' I
    pleaded.

    She kissed me

    long and hard. Of course I did. You know I love watching you come. I just love
    giving you pleasure and I knew you'd enjoy Rachel sucking you off. She smiled
    down at Rachel, who was slowly releasing my softening cock from her mouth, then
    nudged me gently. You should kiss her, Jacob, and say thank you.

    I sank down

    on the sofa and took Rachel's beautiful face in my hands. Thank you. That was
    amazing.

    Did I do it

    right? she asked. Did it feel good?'

    For answer I

    kissed her sweet lips. I caught the faint taste of my salty jizz. Of course
    you did it right. You could raise a man from the dead.

    Did you

    like it when I swallowed your come?' Rachel was beaming.

    Of course.

    How did you like the taste?'

    She made a face.

    I don't know. It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to think about
    it. She smiled. I loved the feeling of your cock when you were coming though.
    It jerked all over the place, like you were having spasms or something.

    I like that

    too, said Leah, sitting beside me. He felt entranced & helpless, didn't
    he? It's a real turn-on knowing you're doing that to him.

    They both

    laughed and nudged me playfully.

    Torturers,

    I said. I'm nothing but your plaything.

    Rachel gave

    me a long kiss. Play, she laughed. Just what I like.

    Leah turned

    my face to her and gave me a longer kiss, pushing me way back on the sofa. I
    was naked and half sitting, half lying between my two beautiful women. I was
    exhausted but happy. My cock lay limply against my thigh. Leah regarded it with
    amusement.

    It looks

    like the batteries are flat.

    When we had

    finished the second bottle of wine I felt a bit more lively. I offered to do to
    the girls what Rachel had done for me. You can't go to bed without orgasms.

    Leah shook

    her head. Save your strength. You're going to be busy this weekend. She
    winked at Rachel and they both burst into laughter. But you can watch us
    masturbate if you like.

    That sounded

    a treat. Okay, if you're sure. I said in a puzzled tone.

    She pointed

    to the chair opposite the sofa. Sit over there, then you'll be able to see
    everything.

    Despite my

    tiredness, my cock gave a little stir. I pictured some lesbian passion. Are
    you going to put on a show for me?

    Leah shook

    her head. Not the kind of show you imagine, she laughed. We're sisters.
    We're not into each other that way. Sorry to disappoint you, but it'll be solo
    action only.

    I wasn't

    disappointed. I'm very happy with that, I smiled. You know how much I love
    to see you bring yourself off.

    Rachel

    pushed her jeans down to her feet and off. And now you'll be able to see me
    too, she smiled wickedly.

    They

    slouched back on the sofa, facing me, with their feet up on the edge of the
    coffee table. Rachel kept her knickers on at first, and played with her nipples
    only through the cotton of her top. Even so, I could see she had beautiful
    tits, firm and sensual. More uninhibited than her sister, Leah immediately
    stripped off completely and spread her legs. I'm so horny, she explained, I
    could come any minute.

    One of

    Rachel's hands caressed a tit while the other started fingering her
    cotton-covered cunt. Gradual

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  • Jacob's Bed: Part 1
     Jacob's Bed: Part 1
    Jake s sister-in-law moves
    in.

    In 2 parts,

    based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast
    at Steamy Stories.



    My wife is a

    wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd
    both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the
    moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first
    marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic,
    she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy
    every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great
    either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.

    Leah, on the

    other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won't go into details.
    There's nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife's virtues.
    Let's just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we'd
    been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at
    every opportunity. Even at the cinema, we'd be unable to keep our hands to ourselves.
    Halfway through the previews, I'd feel Leah's hand drifting to my crotch and
    I'd slip my hand beneath her coat and try to get under her skirt without being
    seen. If our row was empty we'd sometimes manage to bring each other off. Even
    then, we'd rush home and dive into our bed to fuck for a couple of hours. She
    could keep me hard even after I'd come and she seemed to be permanently on
    heat. For those first couple of years we were pretty inventive too. Leah wanted
    to try out all the positions in the book; and a few that weren't. Sometimes
    we'd end up giggling like a couple of schoolkids, but then lust would take over
    and soon we'd be fucking like crazy again.

    Eventually,

    though, that phase passed and we settled into just doing what we liked instead
    of trying to rewrite the Kama Sutra every day. Leah particularly liked me to
    take her from behind, which always guaranteed an orgasm for her. That position
    was pretty good for me too, especially when she wanted me to fuck her in the
    ass, which she did on occasion. I never pushed her, but she knew I liked it. We
    never settled into a routine, but we certainly slowed down a bit. We both
    wanted to have kids, but we agreed we'd enjoy two or three years on our own
    first.

    It didn't

    quite work out that way, though, because after only a couple of years, her
    sister Rachel moved in. Rachel was 22 and had just finished college. She was a
    lot younger than Leah, almost a mistake by their parents, who hadn't really
    planned on extending their family in their 40s. But when she arrived they were
    delighted, with the result she was spoilt rotten. It was amazing she turned out
    as level-headed as she did. Perhaps it was because she had such a good role
    model in her older sister, who she regarded almost as a third parent.
    Especially for the past 10 years, Leah was someone Rachel shared all her
    secrets with. Especially for the dating and romance advice. Rachel asked Leah
    all kinds of questions, and soon the two knew everything about each other.

    Rachel s

    college years ended with a crushing breakup. She d given herself completely to
    a 3rd guy, who ended up dumping her right after commencement, then flew off to
    take an internship in Dubai.

    Leah and I

    helped her move into our spare room and pretty soon we got used to having her
    around. She got a job at a local coffee shop and contributed what she could to
    the housekeeping. Leah and I had good jobs, so we didn't push her. She had her
    own circle of friends; no permanent boyfriend though; and divided her time
    between them and us, even though we were both nearly forty by then. She didn't
    seem to mind going out with us; she liked the same sort of films we did and
    enjoyed going out for meals, so long as we paid. What I'm trying to say is that
    we liked having her around. It was fun having a young person in the house. For
    one thing, it didn't make us feel so old.

    I know what

    you're thinking, though. Didn't it cramp our sex life? The short answer is no.
    We carried on pretty much as before. Okay, we were a bit more careful when and
    where we fucked. We made sure we knew Rachel was going to be out for at least
    an hour before we fucked on the kitchen table, but we certainly didn't wait for
    her to be out of the house every time we wanted sex. If she was in her room and
    we fancied getting it on in front of the TV, we just closed the door. Rachel
    knew what we were doing, but she was polite enough not to burst in on us. We
    didn't kid ourselves she didn't know when we were fucking. Leah made enough
    noise; Rachel would have had to be deaf not to hear her.

    It wasn't

    like it was discussed either; well, not at first. We didn't ask her permission,
    like, Rachel, we're just going for a fuck. Is that okay with you? She was
    mature enough to know that two people in love have sex. She was no virgin,
    which we knew because she'd told Leah. Between the two girls her sex life
    wasn't a secret. Sometimes I'd come into a room and they'd be giggling over
    something together. Often the object of their mirth would be some poor guy
    Rachel had been to bed with.

    I swear he

    thought foreplay was something to do with golf, Rachel said once.

    Leah said,

    Poor you, and they both laughed.

    You two

    must have amazing sex, said Rachel, glancing at me.

    Why do you

    say that? asked Leah.

    Come on,

    laughed her sister. I can hear you all over the house.

    Sorry, I

    said. We'll try and turn down the volume.

    Rachel

    wouldn't have that. Don't on my account. It's great knowing you're still
    fucking. I feel quite jealous.

    That night

    when we were in our huge high-framed canopy bed, Leah wanted to fuck face-to-face.
    I want to watch your face when you're inside me, she said.

    Okay, I

    said. I love watching Leah s ass twerk as she rides my cock. Our solid
    wood-frame canopy has inlaid mirrors, which sort of let us watch a porno of
    each other, while we fuck each other.

    After she

    played with my cock for a while, and her cunt was slipping down onto my turgid
    shaft, we lay face to face and she looked me in the eye.

    Well? I

    smiled. What do you see?'

    A guy who's

    got his cock just where he wants it to be, she laughed.

    Right, I

    agreed.

    Does it

    feel good? she asked.

    You bet. I

    grinned.

    What do you

    see? Leah asked as she saw my gaze diverted to the mirrored canopy.

    An awesome

    sexy ass twerking on my cock!

    So what are

    you thinking about? she smiled.

    Isn't it

    obvious?' I said.

    Tell me

    anyway. She insisted

    You, of

    course, I said, and the feeling of your cunt round my cock.

    Liar.

    You're thinking of Rachel.

    It was such

    a preposterous idea, I actually laughed. That is so untrue, it doesn't even deserve
    an answer.

    She smiled a

    superior kind of smile. I can see it in your eyes.

    What, you

    can see little pictures of her in my eyeballs?'

    Almost.

    She laughed. Don't be scared of admitting it. I'd be surprised if you weren't
    thinking of her. She's beautiful.

    She gave my

    cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.

      I

    can't think of anything when you do that. I chuckled.

    Don't

    change the subject, she said. I just want you to tell me the truth. Go on, admit
    you find her attractive.

    Okay, she's

    attractive, I agreed. But that doesn't mean I'm thinking of her when I'm
    fucking you.

    No, but you

    are, she insisted. You're thinking of her firm young tits and imagining what
    her cunt feels like.

    Even though

    she was smiling, I still thought it better to keep denying it. Jealousy had
    been one of the reasons my first marriage had broken up and I wasn't about to
    let the same thing happen with us.

    I am not,

    I said, as simply and straightforwardly as I could. The trouble is, she was
    almost right. True, I hadn't been thinking of Rachel when we'd first started
    fucking, but after Leah had brought her into the conversation, I couldn't get
    the sight of her out of my head.

    She's got a

    fantastic figure, hasn't she? She was teasing, I knew, and finding my
    discomfort highly amusing.

    I said

    nothing. But the thought ran through my head that she must have guessed
    something about what I was thinking from the fact my cock was still as hard as
    a rock. You sure seem to want me to start fantasizing about Rachel, don t
    you?

    Don't look

    so worried, darling, she said, taking my face in her hands and giving me a
    long passionate kiss. I'm not saying you'd rather be fucking her instead of
    me. I know you love me and love fucking me. But I've seen how you look at her
    and I know you fancy her.

    I started to

    protest but she stopped me with another kiss.

    No, don't

    deny it. You know I hate people lying. I mean it when I say I don't mind. I
    really don't. I know you find me beautiful too.

    I do, I

    said quickly. You know I do. For good measure I accompanied my words with a
    couple of slow thrusts of my cock.

    Oh, that

    feels lovely, darling, she said, closing her eyes for a moment. But don't
    make me come yet. I want us to fuck for a long time.

    Okay by

    me, I said.

    So it

    really is alright that you fancy Rachel. she repeated. I'm not jealous of
    her. She's my sister and I love her. I feel; I don't know; somehow proud of the
    fact I've got a sister who is beautiful and who my husband fancies. Does that
    make sense?'

    If you say

    so, I said.

    So just

    admit you're thinking of her, she smiled.

    I looked

    hard at her and she looked back at me, half serious, half amused. I could only
    see honesty reflected back at me. And then we can fuck? I asked.

    Then we can

    fuck, she said.

    And you

    really don't mind if I fancy her?'

    I really

    don't mind.

    In fact,

    you'd quite like it if I did?' I implored some more

    Yes, she

    said. I'd like it.

    Okay, I

    said. I fancy her.

    And you're thinking

    of her, she insisted.

    Well, it's

    a bit difficult not to be thinking of her, I laughed, after you insisted that
    we talked so much about her. But I don't wish I was fucking her instead of
    you.

    I know,

    she said. Now you can fuck me. And you can think of her as much as you like,
    so long as you keep that cock good and hard and give me a good orgasm.

    So I fucked

    her for a long time. And after a while I turned her over and she went on her
    hands and knees and I fucked her from behind and I thought of my cock buried in
    her cunt and I thought of my cock buried in her sister's cunt and somehow it
    made my thrusts more urgent or powerful or something and then Leah was moaning
    and crying out and coming and then I was coming into her warm delicious cunt and
    it was a really lovely loving fuck and we ended up hugging and saying how much
    we loved each other and kissing a lot until we fell asleep.

    The next

    morning I went down to the kitchen and found Rachel eating a piece of toast.
    She grinned at me. Hello, stud.

    Then she

    flung her arms round me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

    What was

    that for? I asked, a bit stunned.

    I love you,

    brother-in-law, she said.

    Er, yeah?'

    For making

    my sister so happy, she added by way of explanation. I've never seen her like
    this. She looks like the cat that got the cream; every minute of every day.
    You're obviously a really special guy. I have close to 10 years of multiple
    failed relationships, and my sister won the love lottery.

    Thanks, I

    muttered, not really knowing how to reply. I try.

    I love

    being around you two. You make the world seem a better place.

    That's a

    lot to live up to, I said. Could it be just that we love each other?'

    It's not

    just that. It's that you're so; into each other. The way you look at each
    other, it's like you're always wanting to fuck each other's brains out.

    That

    obvious, huh? I said. I could feel myself blushing a bit.

    Don't be

    embarrassed. I like it. It's hot. Listening to Leah come last night I brought
    myself off twice.

    Oh dear, I

    said, blushing a bit deeper. I hope you didn't hear what we were talking
    about.

    I didn't

    have a glass pressed to the wall, she laughed, if that's what you're worried
    about. She looked at her watch and headed for the door. But don't worry, she
    added with a mischievous grin, Leah tells me everything. Then she was gone.

    So did you

    tell her? I asked Leah a couple of nights later.

    Did I tell

    who what? she asked, looking up from where she was licking my cock.

    Did you

    tell Rachel what we were talking about the other night? You know, about her and
    you and me?'

    Of course,

    she said, I tell her everything.

    Oh great,

    I said. So now she thinks I fancy her.

    Not more

    than you fancy me, I hope, she said, pretending to be cross.

    Of course

    not, I said quickly. But that's bad enough.

    Don't be

    silly, she said, giving my cock a long kiss. She was flattered. She said it
    was exciting to be fancied.

    I'm not

    sure I'll be able to look at her again.

    Why not? It

    does wonders for her self-confidence knowing an older man thinks she's hot.

    I never

    said she's hot.

    Look,

    Jacob, she may act all mature and worldly-wise, but like all young girls, she
    worries about her looks, her personality, how she appears to other people, men
    especially. She's still finding herself. And I think; and she agrees; that
    being around us; you especially; is giving her confidence, helping her to grow
    up and be herself.

    Like

    parents? I suggested, though I didn't like the sound of that.

    No, not

    authority figures, she said. More like close friends. The closest friends you
    can imagine. People you trust absolutely. People you'd die for. People who are
    always there for you. That's how she sees us. And that's how I see her. And how
    I hope you do too.

    I try, I

    said. But you've been there her whole life. I'm pretty late on the scene.

    Don't do

    yourself down, she said, playfully hitting me. She already worships you.

    How do you

    know?

    Because

    she's told me.

    That night

    it was my turn to make some noise, as I cried out when I came in her mouth. I
    offered to eat her, but she said she wanted to make herself come for a change,
    so I just held her and kissed her while she masturbated. She looked lovely when
    she came. I tried not to think of how Rachel might look when she masturbated.

    Over the

    next few days and weeks I gradually got used to the idea of Rachel knowing that
    I fancied her. I got used to the knowing grins and winks from her; and from
    Leah; and the unexpected hugs and kisses. And if I expected any complaints from
    Leah that her sister was getting a bit too friendly, they never came. On the
    contrary she seemed to love how well we were all getting on. Often we'd all
    three end up in a kind of group hug, laughing like drains and swearing how much
    we loved each other.

    By this time

    Rachel had a sort-of boyfriend, though they didn't seem to behave much like a
    couple. They always went out in a crowd and he never came round to the house.
    Then one day I came home from work to find Leah and Rachel sitting on the sofa,
    Rachel in tears and in her sister's arms.

    The

    boyfriend broke up with her, said Leah.

    Idiot, I

    said. Obviously he has no taste in women.

    Thank you,

    sniffed Rachel.

    Make us a

    pot of tea, please, Jacob, said Leah.

    So we sat

    and drank tea and gradually Rachel stopped crying. Then I suggested we all go
    down the local pub and have a couple of beers.

    And we can

    criticize all the useless men we've known, said Leah.

    And I'll

    praise the two wonderful women, I said. Which was a bit cheesy, but it made
    them laugh, so that was alright.

    We got a bit

    drunk and Rachel had one or two wobbly moments, but mostly we just laughed a
    lot. At home Rachel hugged and kissed us both and announced she was going to
    bed. Try not to make too much noise, you two, she added with a sad smile.
    You'll only make me jealous.

    For the next

    two or three weeks Rachel was a bit subdued around the house. She didn't go out
    much and when we asked her why, she said, That lot bore me. They're so
    immature. I'd rather be with you two.

    Though that

    was fine by me; what man wouldn't like having two sexy women to come home to?
    it seemed to worry Leah a little.

    I think

    Rachel is missing something, she said one night when I was kissing her cunt.

    I looked up.

    Like what?'

    Well, this

    for a start, she said.

    Well, I

    began, but couldn't think of anything to say.

    You know

    she masturbates practically every night to make her go to sleep.

    Does she?

    The image of Rachel playing furiously with her cunt immediately put another inch
    on my cock.

    It's not

    healthy. She needs a good fucking.

    Well, she's

    beautiful and sexy, I said. Men must be queuing up.

    They

    probably are, she agreed. The problem is, since that idiot ditched her, she's
    not interested.

    Can't you persuade

    her not all men are like him?'

    I've

    tried, she said with a smile. The trouble is the only example I can think of
    is you.

    That is a

    problem, I agreed, given I'm in love with you. I bent to her cunt and gently
    put my lips to her clit.

    Oh yes,

    she sighed.

    After a

    while she started moaning in the way she always did to tell me I was in the
    right spot. Her lips were swollen and slippery. She tasted delicious. Then she
    said, Maybe you should fuck her.

    At first I

    didn't think I could have heard her right. After all, I had my head between her
    thighs. What?'

    You know

    exactly what to do to make a woman feel good about herself, she said. Her face
    had the dreamy expression it wore when she knew she was going to come; maybe in
    a few minutes, maybe in half an hour, but definitely.

    Maybe you

    should fuck her. Leah smiled.

    No, I said

    firmly. Don't even joke about it.

    Don't

    talk, she said. Go back to what you were doing.

    Dutifully I

    returned to her cunt. After a minute she was softly moaning again. I tried to
    put her suggestion out of my mind. She was joking. She was just aroused from my
    sucking her clit. She was letting her cunt do the talking. She didn't really
    mean it. Somehow the thought of me fucking her sister turned her on.

    Imagine how

    she'd feel if you were doing this to her, she murmured. She'd love you
    forever.

    Maybe she

    would, I thought, and maybe she wouldn't. What's certain is that I was married
    to Leah and I loved her and I wasn't about to jeopardize that by fucking her
    sister. Even if it was at her suggestion.

    Of course,

    once the idea was in my head I couldn't get it out. Even as I was sucking Leah
    to a thundering orgasm, I imagined it was Rachel's young cunt I was sucking,
    even though I'd never seen it. The picture made me more energetic than usual.
    It must have had an effect on Leah, because she made enough noise to wake the
    dead.

    Afterwards,

    when we were falling asleep in each other's arms, she murmured. That was
    amazing, Jacob. I wish Rachel could experience it too.

    For some

    days after, Leah said nothing more about it. And gradually my imagination
    stopped working overtime. I stopped thinking about Rachel naked and in my arms
    and my cock in her cunt;  Fortunately Leah was still as horny as usual,
    perhaps even more than usual, so I was still getting plenty of great sex. I
    assumed poor Rachel was still masturbating herself to sleep. But what could I
    do about that?

    Sunday

    morning came and Leah and I lay half-asleep under the duvet and tried to think
    of a reason to get up. There came a soft knock on the door.

    Are you

    decent? Rachel called from the hallway.

    Leah

    stirred. Just about.

    Rachel poked

    her head round the door. Either of you guys want a cup of tea?'

    It's only half

    past eight, muttered Leah. It's too early for tea.

    Rachel stood

    in a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Sorry, I didn't realize.

    Don't stand

    there shivering. Get in. And because my side of the bed was nearest to the
    door, Leah held back my side of the duvet. I quickly put my hand on it to stop
    her revealing the fact I was naked.

    Thanks,

    grinned Rachel. It is a bit chilly.

    She climbed

    in and, although our bed was huge and had plenty of room for three, I edged
    closer to Leah.

    Don't hog

    the bed, Jacob, Leah complained.

    Sorry,

    said Rachel. Am I crowding you guys?'

    Of course

    not, grinned Leah. He's worried

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  • Wonder Woman Has Needs
    Wonder Woman Has Needs
    Jason had no idea how much she
    admired him.

    Based on a post by satinstarr Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Jason Trevor was laying in bed, unable to sleep. It was the

    middle of the night. How could he sleep after what happened that
    afternoon? He never imagined she was real, until she rescued him. And what
    a rescue it was!

    He remembered every detail. Jason was returning to his car after
    a workout at the gym. He was comfortable in a small pair of nylon red jogging
    shorts and a yellow tank top that showed off his muscular frame. He was an
    impressive young man and had the eye of many young women especially in those sensational
    shorts.

    He had no sooner gotten to his car when a small gang of four
    troublemakers circled him, from out of nowhere. One of them held a black tire
    iron.

         Hey, fitness boy, the main guy with
    half-grown-in beard said, give us the watch. Jason s Rolex. A gift from his
    father many years ago.

        Jason straightened himself up, ready for a
    fight. No way, he said.

        They closed in all at ounce. Jason punched
    two of them, knocking them backward, but the third came in a struck him hard
    and there was nothing he could do. A forth guy wrestled the watch off him and
    took off with it. And that s when she arrived. Wonder Woman!

        She leaped from what seemed like midair,
    dropping from the sky. She landed and planted fists on her hips. In broad daylight,
    her tight satin suit gleamed, accentuating her super body. Her hair was curled
    beautifully around her face, her stare hard and confident.

        None of them could believe what they were
    seeing! There she was in her tight blue satin shorts with stars and the red
    bustier with the eagle. Her legs were shiny and tan, her shoulders and arms a
    bronze color. Her bracelets, belt and Tiara gleamed gold and her lasso was
    attached snugly on her shiny hip.

         If you don t want trouble, I recommend you
    leave now, Wonder Woman said.

    Two of the goons rushed in to grab her. She stopped them dead in
    their tracks, and they were immediately startled at her surprising strength.
    She held them back easily. They strained and strained to get their hands on
    her, but they were no match. Her hips flexed with strength, her satin shorts
    tightening, shining in the sun.

        Wonder Woman whirled around and snatched one
    of them by his shirt collar and belt. A moment later she lifted and threw him
    through the air! He sailed what seemed like twenty feet high, over several
    cars, coming back down and crashing into an open dumpster! With only one hand
    she took the other guy and did the same! He tumbled through the air and rolled
    across the hood of a car. They were disoriented and rolled around on the ground
    in pain.

        Jason watched all of this, in shock and awe.
    Wonder Woman was more beautiful in person than he ever imagined and her power
    was hard to believe!

        The leader of the goon squad was holding a
    black tire iron. He swung it at her. Wonder Woman snatched his hand and
    squeezed. He felt the enormous pressure of her grip and he could no longer hold
    the iron securely. She snatched the bar from his hand.

        Wonder Woman lifted the tire iron and held it
    parallel with the ground in front of her chest. She took a deep breath, the red
    satin and gold eagle expanding as she did.

        The iron was curling in her grip. She had
    complete control over it. A moment later, the creak grew into a howling and
    terrible cry as she applied even greater strength!

        As Jason watched her bend the bar, he grew an
    erection in record time. The front of his jogging shorts sprouting a long,
    shiny tent.

    Wonder Woman finished off the steel, the bar now a deep U
    shape, the ends facing each other! She flung it on the ground away from her
    where it clanged loudly! The leader of the gang, freaked out and took off
    running like a wild animal. Wonder Woman hurried to Jason and touched his
    shoulder lightly.

    Are you hurt? Are you all right? She asked.

    Jason said, Wonder Woman! Is it really you?

    She smiled and said, Yes, it s really me. Jason, are you all
    right?

    Jason said, How; how did you know my name?

    Wonder Woman said, You re father was a very close friend. Is it
    any surprise I would know the name of his only son?

    Jason said, Of course. Dad talked about you a lot. But I had
    doubts about how accurate the stories were.  I just never imagined; all
    the stories.

    Jason stared at her, locking eyes with her. His hazel eyes were
    piercing and he had a playful lock of dark hair that fell just above his left
    eyebrow. Like Superman.

    Wonder Woman smiled and said, You re father was a very good and
    loyal friend. Jason was oblivious of some aspects of his father s life. 
    But Wonder Woman knew more about Jason than she was prepared to reveal, for
    now.

    Jason said, Oh, Wonder Woman, you are the most beautiful woman
    in the world. No one compares to you. Just looking at your photos, I always
    thought that.

    Wonder Woman glanced down, seeing Jason s obvious erection in
    the front of those sexy shorts. She did her best to pretend she hadn t seen and
    said, Go get checked out at the hospital. Then go home and rest.

    Jason said, But; but will I see you again?

    Wonder Woman said, Don t worry, I won t be far away.

    After that she ran off, her blue satin shorts and stars gleamed
    brightly as she ran, and Jason could not stop watching her. When she was gone,
    he looked down at himself, at his throbbing boner barely staying in the
    confines of his small, nylon jogging shorts. He jumped into his car and hurried
    home. The whole ride he stayed fully erect, his cock throbbing, desperate for
    release. He kept thinking about her, about her feats of strength.

    When he got home he ran to the restroom and peeled his shorts
    down. He was harder than ever. He lotioned up his boner and grabbed hold.
    Remembering her body, that satin suit and her awesome feat of strength!

    Oh, Jason cried out, sliding his hand up and down his rigid
    shaft, pumping so hard.

    The thought of her bending that bar!

    Uh! He experienced a sudden release, a hard rope of cum
    exploding from him, splashing against the side of his shower wall where he
    stood. Even after this explosive release he remained as hard as iron for nearly
    twenty minutes.

    A sleepless night.

    Jason, now in bed at midnight, remembering all this whispered,
    I d give anything to see you again, Wonder Woman.

    He reached down, feeling his cock, already semi erect. He
    wrapped his fingers around his phallus and began to pull.

    Um; oh, Wonder Woman!

    He was about to strip his briefs off, when from the darken
    doorway, a soothing, female voice said, Don t be alarmed. You re in no
    danger.

    Jason looked up from his bed, seeing a shape in his room. A
    human shape in the dark! He snapped on the switch to the underbed light and the
    room had a soft glow from under the bed. And to his astonishment, there she
    was. Standing just a few feet from the foot of his bed.

    Hello, Jason.

    Jason said, Wonder Woman? I must still be dreaming.

    Wonder Woman said, You re not dreaming, Jason. I m real. As
    real as you.

    Jason climbed out of bed, not realizing he was only in his
    skimpy briefs. Wonder Woman took note of his build: sharp, angular muscles that
    only a young man who cared about his health and appearance would have. He
    obviously spent time in the sun, his skin a wonderful bronze color.

    The briefs left not much to the imagination. His cock, though
    not fully erect, created a tension against the front of those tiny briefs.

    Jason stepped around the front of his bed, standing just a few
    feet from her. He reached over and grabbed one of the thick brass bedposts
    rising from the footboard of his king size bed. He devoured her with his eyes,
    stunned at her body and how tight her satin suit was wrapped on her. Her chest
    was a marvel, the red satin bustier pressing her tits up just the slightest,
    and the gold eagle on her chest was majestic, the wings of it enlarged from the
    size of her luscious tits.

    Wonder Woman said, I came to return this.

    She opened her right hand, revealing his watch!

    Jason said, Oh; you recovered it!

    She handed it to him and he examined it closely. No damage
    whatsoever!

    Wonder Woman said, You ll be glad to know all four of your
    attackers were captured. I saw to it myself.

    Thank you, Wonder Woman! Thank you!

    You re very welcome. She smiled. And now, if you don t mind,
    I was hoping to ask you a few questions. About this afternoon.

    Jason said, I can t stop thinking about it. About what you did;
    how did you know I was in trouble?

    Wonder Woman said, Well, let s just say I have a keen interest
    in protecting the Trevor family.

    Jason said, Were you and my father ever a thing?

    Wonder Woman said, No. Your father was interested in someone
    else.

    Jason nodded and said, I suppose. Otherwise I wouldn t be
    here.

    Wonder Woman said, And I m very glad that you are here, Jason

    Jason blushed.

    She no longer had her superhero persona, like she had this
    afternoon. She nervously said; Jason, I have some questions for you. Direct
    questions that would require direct answers.

    Jason said, Shoot.

    Are you in love with me? She asked, her voice quivering.

    Jason blushed and said I, um; I mean; I.

    Wonder Woman removed her golden lasso, unsnapping it from her belt.
    She uncoiled it and slid it around Jason, tightening it.

    Jason said, Wait, what are you?

    Jason felt warmth flush through his body, and indeed he was
    compelled to tell the truth, no matter how personal or embarrassing it might
    be.

    Wonder Woman held the lasso with her right hand and said, Now,
    Jason, the truth; looking at me right now, are you in love with me?

    Jason struggled to keep it to himself, but he couldn t. The
    golden lasso was compelling him to say it out loud.

    Jason said, Yes, Wonder Woman. I m in love with you. Deeply
    so.

    The goddess then asked, What do you want more than anything?

    Jason said, I; I want to make love to you, Wonder Woman. I want
    to run my hands over your satin tights, around your incredible ass, those
    stars. I want to feel your impossible tits; take one in my mouth and roll my
    tongue over your nipple.

    She was just listening, those beautiful blue eyes intense, those
    high arched eyebrows lifted slightly. Curious.

    Then she asked; Tell me, Jason, what is it about me that you
    find so; so irresistible?

    Jason said, Your beauty. You are the most beautiful woman in
    the world. Your body, pulled so tightly into that satin suit. Those blue
    shorts, cut so high in those V shapes right next to your;

    She was glad Jason was so bashful, My what, Jason. Would you
    dare to say it?

    Jason said, Oh, Wonder Woman, your; your; I cannot imagine
    how incredible it is.

    She paced a bit, her full hips swaying, the gleam of satin on
    her shorts dancing from one side to the other. Those super long, perpetually
    tan legs flexing with muscle beneath.

    Wonder Woman said, Jason, when I rescued you earlier from your
    attackers, you had a spectacular erection. At the time I chose not to draw
    attention to it, so as to not embarrass you. Besides, at the time I was all
    business, defending justice. But there was no hiding it, especially not in
    those dolphin jogging shorts you were wearing today. You were very obviously,
    seriously aroused. Why?

    Jason said, Watching you use your super strength. A woman as
    beautiful as you, in that satin suit, with the strength of a hundred men. When
    you were bending that bar with your bare hands; I responded instantly. I
    thought I was going to blow some cum, right then and there.

    Wonder Woman looked down, and saw Jason s now obvious arousal.
    His form fitting white spandex skimpy underwear were barely holding in his
    throbbing erection. The threads themselves were pushed out into a long tent.
    She'd have to guess it's six inches long, and the shape of the head of his cock
    was visible, even the details of it. It was large on top, it s shape well
    defined. No doubt it would provide a woman with more than ample stimulation and
    release.

    Wonder Woman took a long look at it, contemplating its size and appreciating
    its nearly perfect shape. Slowly she released Jason from the lasso & began
    to coil the golden lasso back into tight loops and then she snapped it against
    her golden belt.

    She turned slowly, her perfect ass coming into view. She walked
    slowly away several steps, those hourglass hips swinging left and right, the
    satin hugging her ass, so tight and shiny, the constellation of stars gleaming.
    And just below were those legs, those endless tan legs; she knew what this was
    doing to him. She knew all too well.

    Wonder Woman turned back toward Jason and said, Suppose, Mr.
    Trevor, just suppose I were to indulge your strongest desire. Here. Tonight.
    What then?

    Jason said, I would never forget. I would dream about it the
    rest of my life. It would be more valuable than any amount of money; the memory
    of you, Wonder Woman.

    Wonder Woman smiled, her red, wet lips parting and those
    stunning white teeth showing.

    Wonder Woman said, . Also, can you call me Diana? It fits
    better when friends use first names instead of titles.

    Diana, Jason said with hesitancy.

    But just when we re alone. And never refer to me as Diana, to
    anyone else, Okay?

    Sure! Jason assured her.

    Jason, I m going to give you what you want. Tonight. I m going
    to stay with you until dawn. That s six hours. Do you think you re up to it?

    The implications of what she said crashed down on Jason all at
    once. It was overwhelming and hard to comprehend.

    Jason stammered, I; I don t know what to say.

    Diana said, Don t say anything, Jason. Just make love to me.
    Make me feel loved. Make me cum. Help me not to forget this night either. It s
    not all about you anymore. Do you understand? I have needs, too.

    Jason nodded and smiled, that adorable lock of curly hair
    hanging over his bright hazel eyes.

    Diana said, Very well. Now, before we can start, I need to;
    change into something more appropriate. Now, I want you to stand back, and
    close your eyes. You should also plug your ears.

    Jason said, Why? What s going to happen?

    There was an explosion of blue light and a deafening clap of
    thunder! Jason s eyes were shut, but even so he could see an intense brightness
    through his eyelids. Despite having his ears plugged he heard the clap of
    thunder and felt the rumble of the floor beneath him. Slowly it all faded and
    finally he unplugged his ears and opened his eyes.

    Jason lost his breath and said, Oh; Diana!

    She was now in a black satin kimono, so short it barely covered
    her swollen cunt lips. The top was open so that her jiggling tits were quite
    visible, with only her incredible nipples just barely hidden by the edges of
    it. Her hair was full of volume and framed her incredible face like the mane of
    a lion. She was still wearing her tiara. Her forever tan legs had an incredible
    sheen to them as did all her skin.

    Wrapped tightly around her waist was her gold belt which kept
    the kimono barely in place. Jason also noticed that she still had her golden
    bracelets on her wrists.

    This attire will be far more conducive to our mutual desire.
    Wouldn t you agree? Diana winked.

    Jason nodded and felt clear fluid, like oil, already beginning
    to seep from the tip of his throbbing hard cock! How would he last long enough
    with her? How? She possessed superhuman strength! He d be no match for her.

    As if picking up on this, Diana said, Now to be fair, Jason, I
    realize that with my great strength, I d overwhelm you, and our night would be
    very brief. And I m not interested in anything so shallow or fleeting.

    She glanced toward his bed, taking immediate note of the brass
    bed posts.

    I m being extremely vulnerable with you right now, Jason, she
    said.

    Diana approached Jason, and pulled open the front of her kimono,
    now exposing her tits and nipples. They were large and more glorious that he
    ever imagined.

    Diana said, I don t have any special powers now, Jason. I m
    like any other woman. Average strength, endurance, speed.

    Jason slid his briefs off, then stepped toward her and said,
    There s nothing average about you, Wonder Woman.

    She smiled and reached down, gently wrapping her fingers around
    his throbbing cock, gently feeling the shape of his head. Those fingers were so
    soft and gentle; the same fingers that just bent two inches of solid brass!

    Make love to me, Jason, Diana said. She gently took his right
    hand, and guided it down to below her waist and then eased his fingers into her
    perfectly trimmed hair. It was a narrow small patch like a stripe and no
    wonder; with her satin shorts cut so high in front!

    Jason moved his fingers up, now feeling her lips; and just how
    wet they were. There would be no resistance entering her.  She reacted to
    his touch, her lips pursing and a moan coming from between then.

    Oh. she breathed.

    She looked down and saw the growing moist droplet oozing out of
    his cock tip. His boner saluting upward a stiff incline.

    She gently pushed him back, step by step toward the bed. Jason
    eased down on his back, all six inches of his steel, pointed  up &
    above the headboard brass., his head so swollen and enlarged.

    Diana climbed above him, and opened her legs. Her tits were
    lifted, her nipples so erect. She eased down, her wet lips touching and then
    devouring his cock! She lowered onto him, feeling him grow inside her, sliding
    unimpeded all the way to her top where she felt that magnificent head of his
    pressed against her spot. Jason s cock felt like it was being doused with hot
    fudge topping.

    She looked down at him. Her face! Her hair. The gleaming gold
    tiara with red ruby star in the center of it! Her tits. Her impossible,
    glorious pussy swallowing all six inches of him.

    And now, Jason Trevor, Diana said in a sultry tone, I m
    gunna  ride your cock to nirvana!.

    A moment later she began a pumping motion with her hips, subtle
    at first, and then gradually more and more, sliding up and down on his rod. Her
    tits began to lift and bounce, up and down, up and down.

    He reached for her hips, his fingers sliding around to her
    incredible, perfect ass!

    Oh, Diana! Jason moaned. I can t believe this is happening!

    Jason was still trying to comprehend the

    reality of the situation. He was making love to Wonder Woman! The Wonder Woman!
    Diana was pumping her hips harder, sliding up and down perfectly along all six
    inches of Jason Trevor s iron hard cock. Up and down, up and down like an
    engine, her tits so large, hanging incredibly over her ribcage and flat, tan
    stomach. Her nipples were pointed up, so erect they looked as hard as steel
    bolts in a building!

    Diana s wet, red lips formed a perfect O

    shape, her eyes closed and her head craned backward.

    Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, oh, Jason! She cried

    out into the room!

    Jason s mind raced. Was this really

    happening? Did Wonder Woman just cry out his name in pleasure? Was he actually
    going to make her .

    Oh she howled. Oh, yes, here it cums!

    Jason felt her pussy clamp down on his cock

    followed by a spasm of her muscles deep inside! The head of his cock, that
    large umbrella shape, struck her G Spot one final time and that s when he felt
    her cum! It was a sudden rush of very warm cream spilling all over him, coating
    the whole length of his rod!

    Uh, uh, uh! Diana cried out, still pumping

    her hips furiously up and down, up and down, coating his iron hard boner with
    her fluid, emptying herself all over him.

    She looked down at him, never losing her

    rhythm, still pumping up and down. Her blue eyes had an electric quality, as if
    they were glowing. That beautiful gold tiara was shining in her full hair, the
    ruby red star twinkling! She was breathing heavy, her chest heaving up and down
    fro

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  • Spells and Retributions: Part 2
    Spells and Retributions: Part 2
    Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

    Based on a post by shimm2,

    in 2 parts. Listen to the
    ► Podcast
    at Steamy Stories.



    To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He

    had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm,
    thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he
    honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If
    only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian
    girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.

    At first, when Chris woke up and saw the pillowy outlines of

    Mary's breasts, he was distraught. They had recited the same spell again.
    Surely it should have put Chris back into his own body, or at least one of the
    others'. But no, somehow he'd ended up in Mary's body twice in a row. He
    wondered if the spell had worked at all the second time, or if it just hadn't
    worked for him. At the very least, it meant Mary wasn't back to being herself
    yet either.

    But feeling those pillowy breasts with his hands, the

    nipples firming up against the night shirt, Chris started to warm to the
    prospect of one more day as a woman. Maybe yesterday he had woken up as a girl,
    but he was a woman now, having been fucked twice in the school bathroom. Chris
    knew he was going to be enjoying those memories for a long time to come, even
    though through the bathroom door he had been able to hear the other kids
    laughing about what was going on. Laughing that Mary was actually having sex
    (even though it was actually Chris). Laughing that Chris was fucking her (even
    though that had actually been Theresa).

    One more day, Chris thought. He could be okay with one more

    day in a female body. Just one more, and then hopefully everything goes back to
    normal. The longer he spent in Mary's body, the more normal it felt, and that
    worried him. He was starting to see things the way she did, feel things the way
    she did. Was he becoming more female? He wasn't sure where his mind ended and
    her body began.

    What if he were stuck as Mary for the rest of his life? He'd

    already been careless with her body the day before, letting two men cum inside
    Mary's snatch. Letting wasn't the right word. He had encouraged it. He had enjoyed
    it. But if this went on, if this body was going to be Chris's long term, he had
    to be more responsible with it, or it'd be him pushing out a baby at age 19. As
    it was, he might end up being the one telling Mary to push.

    When he had woken up yesterday he had been a virgin. He had

    been a good Christian boy, though at 18, "boy" didn't seem quite
    right. It was all changing so fast. In a way, if Mary was pregnant with his
    baby, Chris felt a little cheated. Yes he'd taken part in making that baby. Yes
    he'd felt the seed when it entered into him. But he'd still feel cheated for
    not being the one spilling that seed, even though the seed was his.

    But he'd also taken Paul's cock inside Mary's womb, because

    it had been Mary behind Paul's eyes. He looked back on that now with a mix of
    arousal and disbelief and disgust at the idea of feeling his brother's erection
    move inside him, even if it had felt extraordinary.

    "Mary! Breakfast now or never!" Mary's mother

    shouted from the kitchen. Chris startled, realizing he'd been getting himself
    worked up, when he should have been getting dressed. Mary's mother hadn't
    noticed a thing the previous day, but Chris had kept his mouth shut around her.
    Speaking of mouths, his mind went back to that kiss with Mary; no, he had to focus
    on getting dressed.

    Again he downed a glass of OJ and a buttered toast and ran

    for the bus, slowed down by the bounce in Mary's cleavage. He spent his first
    class of the day in a daze. He hadn't run into any of his friends yet, since
    they all had different classes for first period. Mary was in a higher-level
    physics class than Chris was, and it was all over his head anyway, he had no
    hope of keeping up.

    Between classes, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve

    himself, since he had forgotten to, when he had hurried out the door. This time
    he remembered to go into the ladies' room.

    Afterwards, he couldn't help it, as soon as he started

    touching himself down there, he got carried away, heedless of the little yelps
    escaping his clenched teeth. He was trying to quickly reach an orgasm to get
    some relief, but he was still figuring out how it all worked by trial and
    error, and when he was impatient, his fingers tended to go too hard, too fast.

    Then he was interrupted by a knock on the stall door. Chris

    quickly pulled up his sweatpants and opened the stall door. In front of him was
    Theresa.

    "Hey, it's me, Mary," she said, with Theresa's

    voice. With Theresa's slightly more slender build, and hair that gracefully
    curved at the shoulder. Chris prided himself on still being attracted to women.

    "I'm you again," Chris said, and then had to

    explain. "I'm Chris."

    "Oh," Mary said, taking a second to think things

    through. "Look, that problem you were dealing with. Maybe I could
    help?" Mary said with a sly smile.

    "You would do that?" Chris asked. He wasn't sure

    where this was headed, but he was dying to find out.

    "If it'll keep you out of trouble, sure," Mary

    said. "But not here. Let's go to the wrestling room. It's not being used
    during this period."

    They snuck through the halls together. As seniors on the

    verge of graduating from this high school, no one would think twice about the
    two of them cutting a class. When they got to the wrestling room, Mary flipped
    on the lights, revealing the padded floor, the wall to wall mirror. Fortunately
    the door had a lock on the inside.

    Mary stepped close to Chris, and leaned in. Theresa was

    slightly taller, her neck a little longer, so Chris had to angle his head up to
    meet her lips. It was Chris's first time kissing a girl actually, and even
    though he had cherished when Mary had kissed him the day before, it had been
    tainted because she had kissed him with Paul's lips.

    Chris started to take the initiative, slipping his hands up

    under Mary's sweater, unclasping her bra. He was getting more practice with
    that. Mary gasped as Chris's hands slid across her chest, and stomach, reaching
    around her back and pulling her close. Hearing her gasp like that was a thrill,
    a sign he was doing something right. But soon Mary started undressing him. He
    tried to even the score, and got her to take off that sweater at least, but
    soon Mary had him down to just panties. And she slid those down off his hips
    without hesitation, because they were in fact her hips, her panties, and
    nothing that lay underneath was unfamiliar to her.

    Chris lay back on the wrestling mat, as Mary climbed over

    and around him, kissing his neck, kissing those pillowy breasts, kissing a
    ticklish line down his stomach, kissing those thick thighs. Chris paid
    attention as closely as he could, knowing that Mary was showing him exactly
    what she liked, knowing that in her body, Chris would like it too.

    At last Mary reached Chris's slit. Or it was really Mary's

    slit, though at this point Chris had experienced things with it that Mary never
    had. Chris felt her hot breath before he felt the teasing lick along his
    swollen lips, and then between them, where the moisture was building up, where
    the pressure was mounting. Mary's hand gripped the muscle of his leg as she
    carefully slid her tongue across his clit. Again, her caressing tongue felt
    electric against his sensitive nub, and the next time she teased his hole as
    well.

    Unlike Chris, Mary knew what she was doing, and despite how

    gently, patiently she was building him up to it, Chris was soon approaching an
    orgasm like none he had experienced yet.

    "Oh god! I'm about to cum!" he gasped. He reached

    down and could just barely grasp the top of Mary's head, trying to press it
    into his crotch that much more, not that Mary needed the encouragement. He
    lifted his hips to meet her mouth, and then lost all control. His hips bucked,
    his knees shook, and he couldn't seem to get a good breath, as the orgasm lit
    him up from head to toe.

    Mary hung tightly to him through the storm of his ecstasy.

    Only when he stopped writhing and trying to fuck her face did she let go. When
    she stopped eating him out, he collapsed on the wrestling mat, his sweaty back
    sticking to the vinyl. Mary leaned up, grinning with pride. Chris felt about
    ready to pass out, though he knew it wouldn't be wise to do so naked in the
    wrestling room. They'd lucked out so far, and hadn't been disturbed, but that
    wouldn't last.

    Chris still hoped this would be his last day of being a

    woman. But he was glad he'd been granted this second day in Mary's body, because
    otherwise he would have missed out on what had just happened.

    Mary Masturbates.

    Mary licked her lips. She'd tasted her juices before; who

    hadn't? But this was different. Knowing exactly what would work on her body,
    she had brought Chris to a humongous orgasm. Mary felt good about that for
    multiple reasons. If Chris was sexually satisfied, hopefully he wouldn't fuck
    anyone else. And she was hoping that she and Chris would pair off in the end,
    and giving him an intense orgasm probably helped ensure that. And lastly, since
    she had shown Chris what her body liked, maybe he would reciprocate sometime,
    when this was all over.

    It hadn't done much for herself though, leaving her feverish

    with arousal and dripping wet. But that was okay. Mary had other plans for Theresa's
    body today. She was still mad at Theresa for everything she'd done yesterday.
    First Theresa had lied to her, and claimed to be Chris. Then Theresa (in
    Chris's body) had fucked Mary's body unprotected, taking Mary's virginity in
    the process and possibly knocking her up. That had been a double betrayal,
    because she had tricked Chris into it, and she'd gotten to have sex with Chris
    first. And Mary resented that Theresa had possibly gotten her pregnant without
    Mary getting to feel what that was like. Now in Theresa's body, Mary had the
    perfect chance to turn the tables.

    She gathered up the clothes that Chris had taken off of her,

    and started getting dressed again.

    "Oh right," Chris said. "Should I take a

    morning-after pill, because of yesterday? I thought I could just leave it for
    you to figure out today, but; "

    Mary froze for a second. On one hand, the contraceptive

    would be just one sin to add to her tally, and she wasn't planning to settle up
    with God until all of this was over. On the other hand, she wasn't certain
    whether she wanted it or not. Maybe having a baby from what happened yesterday
    would be appropriate punishment for it. Or maybe; it would take a paternity
    test to sort out which brother's sperm had done it, and Chris would probably do
    the right thing by her regardless. Maybe having a baby would be a blessing.

    "Don't worry about it, I can sort it out

    tomorrow," she said. Though she knew that things might be back to normal
    tomorrow, or they might not, if today was any indication. If she didn't take
    the pill tomorrow, things could be too far along already by the time she could.
    But she had another day to sort out her feelings on the matter.

    Chris was getting dressed as well, but Mary knelt down behind

    him to help get the bra back on. With that done, she gave him a kiss on the
    mouth, juices still on her chin, and left.

    At lunch time, Mary found Paul outside at a picnic table.

    "Paul?" she asked cautiously.

    "Yeah, it's really me," he replied. "I can't

    believe I ended up back in my own body, given what happened to everybody
    else."

    "Same here," Mary lied, letting him think that she

    was Theresa through and through.

    "Oh you ended up back where you started too?"

    "Yeah," Mary said. "I feel bad for Chris and

    Mary. But they're sure to be sorted out tonight. Third try's the charm."

    "Theresa, I'm sorry that I gave your virginity away,

    and I'm sorry that it was with Mary," Paul said.

    "I get it, I wasn't in my right mind either," Mary

    joked. "And um; the only thing I regret about that is that I wasn't there
    to experience it. So do you think; would you want to try it again, but from the
    other point of view?"

    He got up from the picnic table eagerly and chucked the

    remains of his lunch into the trash bin. Mary took him by the hand, entwining
    her fingers with his. To pull this off, she had to be convincing, without
    reservation. She pulled him over to a storage shed. Putting her shoulder into
    it, she pushed the door open. It was musty and dark inside, but it was private,
    and had enough space for them to do their thing.

    Mary turned to Paul, putting her arms around his neck and

    hissed him hungrily. That hunger was real, she'd been feeling it since she woke
    up, and had intensified it when she ate Chris out; eating out her own snatch.
    In no time, they stripped off all their clothes, and Mary had Paul lay down on
    the hard floor. She knelt between his legs and gave his erection a lick.

    But that wasn't all she wanted out of him. She moved up,

    straddling his waist, making out with him again, pressing her crotch down on
    his until she felt the nudge of his member against her.

    "Hey, do you have those condoms I bought for you?"

    Paul asked breathlessly.

    "No, I threw them all out. I don't believe in

    contraception, remember?"

    "You didn't believe in sex before marriage either,

    until yesterday."

    "Like you said, until yesterday," Mary said,

    trying to shut him up with a kiss. She reached down and lined the head of his
    cock up with her slit, pressing just the tip to her hole. She could tell how
    eager he was, his hips rising to penetrate her just a bit.

    "You could get pregnant from this," Paul said,

    though his body had fewer reservations about it.

    "I know," Mary said, as she sank down on him,

    taking more of him within her. "I'm counting on it."

    "Oh my god," Paul moaned, and Mary moaned right

    along with him. She'd never felt this before, never felt a cock sliding in and
    out of her, let alone one bearing life-sparking seed. Riding on top of him, she
    could control just how slow or fast they went, just how deep he slid into her,
    and just how much of him she let slide out again.

    "Oh Theresa! Are you sure about this?" Paul asked.

    "This is for real. This is oh so real."

    "Yesterday was real too," Mary said, as if she was

    one to talk. Paul had played it relatively safe the day before. "I; I'm
    cumming!" She said, as it almost took her by surprise.

    "Ung," he grunted, as he felt her vaginal walls

    contract around him. But Mary knew he hadn't cum yet, because she'd know for
    sure when he did. She stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on his lap and
    letting her orgasm run its course before she began riding him again.

    He had held out through her orgasm, which was more than she

    had expected, but it wasn't long after that, when his breaths turned to gasps,
    and she started to feel his rod swelling inside her.

    "Theresa, are you sure you want my sperm inside

    you?" he managed to ask, but Mary could tell he didn't have long to
    decide.

    "Oh Paul, yes! I want it!" Mary urged him on,

    close to another climax. "Make me pregnant! Make me yours forever!"

    She felt him swell up even more, his arms around her

    tightening, the head of his cock pushing as deep into her as he could get.

    "Oh Theresa!" he cried, as his semen first shot

    out and deep into her, coating Theresa's cunt.

    Mary finally got to feel a man cumming inside her, and it

    was everything and more. Every time she felt him swell inside her, his flesh
    expanding outward against hers, her whole body, Theresa's body, squeezed back
    against him, contracting, constricting, convulsing as she felt him pour more of
    himself into her, until she'd taken all he had to give.

    Then Mary collapsed on him, spent and full at the same time.

    Her knees felt wobbly and limp against the gritty concrete floor of the shed.
    She didn't care about the moldy air, she needed to catch her breath after that.

    "I love you, Mary," Paul said.

    It took Mary a second to realize what he'd said, and another

    second to realize that he hadn't been fooled by her attempt to trick him into thinking
    she was really Theresa. She wasn't ready to lift her snatch off his cock, but
    she did tense up a bit with worry.

    "How did you know?" she asked. "Was it

    something about the way I had sex?"

    "No, I knew because I share a bedroom with Chris, and I

    could tell Chris wasn't really Chris. Theresa woke me up by sucking on my
    cock."

    "I'm sorry for lying to you," Mary said.

    Paul laughed. "You didn't convince me, so no harm

    done."

    "Are you really in love with me?" she asked.

    "I don't know, with all the endorphins, it felt like

    the thing to say," Paul said.

    Mary relaxed again on top of him, and squeezed him in as

    much of a hug as she could. She had gotten what she wanted, revenge on Theresa,
    and she'd gotten so much more out of it than she'd even expected. She felt full
    of warmth and contentment.

    Hopefully that night, she'd be back in her own body, and

    then sin be damned, she'd go on birth control right away if it meant
    experiencing something like this again.

    Christopher s climax.

    Chris had seen from afar when Mary went up to Paul at the

    picnic table, and he had watched the pair walk off, hand in hand. Even at a
    distance, Chris could see the affection between them, and when they snuck into
    the shed, he feared the worst. So he had watched the scene unfold, through a
    corner of the shed's dusty window.

    Something sank in the pit of his stomach as he watched them

    undress. Chris thought he and Mary had something special. "If it'll keep
    you out of trouble" she'd said, but then she'd gone looking for that
    trouble himself, without him. And it wasn't an isolated incident either. Mary
    had fucked Paul first the day before too. Her first time with a woman had been
    with Paul, and her first time with a man had been with Paul, and Chris was
    starting to feel jealous.

    Now every time Paul tightened his grip on Mary's hips, every

    time Mary's should blades rose and fell, every time her cry of pleasure could
    be heard through the window, Chris could tell that Paul was erupting inside
    her, even though that was happening deep within the join of their flesh.
    Because Chris knew that feeling firsthand, his mind flashing back to yesterday
    when he'd had that same cock inside him, fertilizing him with the same sperm.

    "Don't they look beautiful together?" Theresa

    said, looking over his shoulder. She was in Chris's body again.

    "It should have been me," Chris said softly,

    despondently.

    "Which one? Him or her?" Theresa asked.

    It was a good question. Chris still wanted to wake up

    tomorrow and be himself again, and he wanted to share that version of himself
    with Mary, like Paul just had. At th

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  • Spells and Retributions: Part 1
    Spells and Retributions: Part 1
    4 virgins  coeds end up in each others' bodies.

    Based on a post by shimm2,

    in 2 parts. Listen to the
    ►Podcast
    at Steamy Stories.



    Challenging Mary

    "But is every birth control pill a sin on its

    own?" Chris asked them.

    It made Mary's head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex

    like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity
    to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she
    was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would
    act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of
    them alone.

    The four were sitting on the back patio of the boys home.

    Their parents were out for the evening. It was a warm Sunday night, early in
    May.

    This wasn't a double date, at least not according to what

    Mary told her parents. And not according to what the four 18 year olds told
    each other. It was a group outing. The parish priests encouraged teens to
    organize these, rather than fall into sinful temptations by being paired off
    with someone.

    Chris's brother Paul answered. "I asked Father George

    about that, and he said it was."

    "Did he justify it with scripture though? You ask him

    if something's a sin, odds are he'll say yes," Chris argued. Sometimes I
    wonder if priests would call anything a sin, if it violates their own celibacy
    vows.

    Theresa looked annoyed. "It's clear, okay? Every time

    you take a pill, you're doing that with the intent of having sex without having
    children. I don't know how we get onto this kind of topic. It's not like it
    applies to any of us, right? Sex before marriage might be something other
    people do, but we're Christians after all."

    "Amen," Paul said, tenderly, with no irony.

    There are other medical conditions that are treated with

    the hormone pills. Like the woman with the issue of blood; Chris pointed out.
    It can help a correct menstrual cycle problems, too.

    True, Mary conceded. Jesus healed that woman, but it s

    not inherently sinful to take medicine, either. We can t assume others are
    sinning, if we don t know their circumstances.

    Mary secretly hoped Paul & Theresa would pair off and

    leave her with Chris, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. While Mary might
    be willing to cross the line, no way would Theresa. She was really pious.
    Generally Mary liked that about her; it helped her stay strong.

    Paul and Christopher were fraternal twins. Born the same

    day, but Paul was taller than Chris, and had sandy blonde hair, unlike Chris s
    more muscular build and brown hair. Their parents often hosted church youth
    gatherings, so Mary s parents assumed this evening was more structured than it
    actually was.

    "Yeah, it's cool," Chris said. "Should we

    play a game?"

    Paul took initiative and offered; "If you all are

    interested, I uh; found this spooky book in the downtown library," Paul
    said, placing it on the table. It looked really old, but it was in good
    condition for its age. He opened it up to a certain page. "Check it out.
    It has some kind of spell, I think?"

    "What for?" Mary asked. "Do we get to make

    wishes, or talk to the dead?"

    Paul shrugged. "I don't know. That part is written in

    code or something. Whatever it is, it's not English or Latin."

    Chris slid the book over by him, interested. "Well, you

    know I couldn't make any heads or tails of this at all."

    "So you're suggesting we hold some pagan ritual? That

    doesn't sound right," Theresa said.

    "Just for the fun of it. It's not like any of us

    actually believe in the Greek gods or demons or whatever this is supposed to
    summon," Chris said. "What do you think, Mary?"

    Mary gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I love this weird

    occult stuff. I mean it's all fake, but it's interesting anyway. What do we
    do?"

    Paul got up and opened a cabinet. "Okay. We have to

    light a candle; and probably turn out the lights." He got the scene ready
    on the table in front of us.

    Theresa was begrudgingly going along with it. She hadn't

    objected again. Paul turned out the light so it was just the candle
    illuminating the group sitting around the table. With the book in the middle,
    they started chanting the words together, though it took a couple tries.

    When they reached the end of the poem or whatever it was,

    the candle went out. Mary gasped in surprise. This was a little too real. In
    the darkness she heard Chris burst out laughing.

    "Hey, that wasn't funny, guys," Theresa

    complained. A moment later she turned the light back on. She was so confident
    they were all virtuous Christians, but she didn't want them to be in the dark
    together too long. "Which one of you blew out the candle?"

    They got into a little argument about who it had been. No one

    wanted to take credit, but Mary suspected one of the boys had done it, and
    wanted to just leave it unexplained.

    Theresa and Mary left not long after. Theresa dropped Mary

    off at home. "See you tomorrow," she called. Mary waved to her as she
    went inside. In just a few minutes Mary was ready for bed. She was kind of a
    modest girl, and a little curvier than her peers. She didn't bother with a lot
    make-up or jewelry or contacts. She settled into bed and thought about Chris
    again as she drifted off to sleep.

    A parallel world.

    Mary opened her eyes, and found herself in an unfamiliar

    room. Or rather, she didn't exactly find herself in the unfamiliar room. She
    didn't find herself in herself at all. The first thing she was conscious of was
    that she had morning wood. She'd never had that of course. As she shifted in
    the covers, it kept pressing against and rubbing against the fabric which was
    stimulating, but not an entirely nice kind of stimulating. Then she noticed she
    didn't have the d cup breasts that had always gotten her attention she didn't
    want. Gone too were her thick thighs, hips, and ass. Sitting up in bed, she
    looked down and saw the outlines of a rib cage under her pale skin. And that
    morning wood was now sticking straight out from her crotch, so firm and
    engorged, and so sensitive, begging to be touched. She had never seen one of
    these in real life before, so she felt a thrill as she put a hand on it. She
    felt the warmth of the shaft in her hand, and she felt the warmth of her hand
    through her shaft. It was a revelation.

    Briefly she wondered if jacking off this cock would be a

    sin, if it wasn't even truly hers. But that worry was quickly lost.

    She was so absorbed in the task at hand, that a rustling on

    the other side of the room startled her. It turned out the other bed was
    occupied! On the other bed, Chris sat up, and Mary abruptly realized that he
    could see her stroking her cock from there.

    And if she was in a boy's body, and that boy was sharing a

    room with Chris; that meant Mary was in Paul's body.

    "Having trouble with that?" Chris asked, gesturing

    to her lap.

    "Are you joking?" Mary asked, finding it awkward

    to talk in Paul's voice.

    "Does it look like I'm joking?" Chris asked,

    pulling the covers aside. He too had an erection sticking out of his lap. Chris
    came over and knelt by the bedside, and quickly started licking the head of
    Paul's cock. Mary quickly surrendered herself, letting him go to town on her.
    This wasn't anything like she expected her first time with Chris to be, but she
    could hardly complain about how he was making her feel.

    "Oh Chris," she moaned. In a teenage boy's body,

    it didn't take long for her to feel the sperm rising. "I'm about to
    uh...ejaculate," she said, struggling to find the right word.

    Chris kept bobbing his head as Mary felt the enormous

    release of Paul's load down his brother's throat.

    "Let me reciprocate," Mary said, coming down from

    her climax. The very nature of this male climax felt so foreign to her mind, it
    was an entirely new feeling. She might be in Paul's body, but she still had
    feelings for Chris and wanted to lick his cock as tenderly as he had licked
    hers.

    "Too late," Chris said, and Mary saw him wipe a

    puddle off the floor with a dirty sock.

    "Next time," Mary said.

    In the silence that followed, Mary felt condemned on two

    fronts. She was ogling Chris s naked cock with lust in her heart. And she had
    just been a passive participant in a sodomite sex act. This was too weird and
    she fought to clear her mind with a distraction.

     "Hey Chris, are you; yourself today?" Mary

    asked, in Paul s voice and body.

    "Yeah, why?" he asked nonchalantly.

    "Um, this is going to sound weird, but; I'm Mary. I

    woke up in Paul's body this morning," she said, nervous about how he would
    react.

    The two compared narratives on what transpired the previous

    evening, and concluded that the book of spells had affected the supernatural
    phenomena they were now experiencing.

    "That explains it. I don't normally do this, jacking

    off; in Paul s presence. Paul and I don't. But I just had a feeling that you were
    someone different today, and I could tell you didn't know how to use the;
    equipment," Chris said with a smile. "So you and Paul switched
    bodies? That's wild. I guess you'd better find him and figure out how to sort
    all that out."

    "Yeah, I guess so," Mary said, giving him a shy

    smile that probably looked weird on Paul's features.

    They each showered and got dressed, then went through their

    morning springtime routines. Mary followed Chris's lead. Chris drove them both
    to school. It felt good to sit next to him in the car. She wished she could do
    more, hold his hand, lean her head on his shoulder; but it wouldn't look right,
    with her in Paul's body. And Chris's earlier display of exhibitionism seemed to
    have cooled.

    "Do you know where you need to go? I mean, do you know

    where Paul goes for homeroom?" Chris asked.

    Mary dismissed the fleeting inclination to ask for his help.

    She also wanted to impress him. "Yeah, of course."

    "Good. I'm going to drop you off in front here, and

    then go find a parking spot," he said.

    "Thanks, Gawd, this is weird." Mary declared, as

    she climbed out of the car. Paul's backpack felt really heavy. She wove through
    the thick crowd of students out front and into the halls of the school. This
    wouldn't be their school for long, she thought.

    She had an eye out for Paul; or rather for Paul in her own

    body. She was craning her neck trying to see down the hallway, when she felt a
    tap on her shoulder. It was Theresa. Mary thought it was weird to be seeing
    Theresa from above; Theresa was usually the taller one.

    "Hey? Paul? Didn't you hear me calling your name?"

    Theresa asked.

    "No," Mary said. "Listen, you're not going to

    believe what happened to me."

    "I know," Theresa said, matter-of-factly.

    "Come with me."

    Theresa took Mary's hand, or Paul's hand really, and tugged

    her around the corner, past the bathrooms and the vending machines, and into a
    supply closet. Theresa shut the door behind them.

    "Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I'm not really

    Paul," Mary said.

    "Mary, I said I know," Theresa grumbled.

    "What do you mean?"

    "Because I'm Paul," Theresa explained. She started

    taking off her shirt while Mary thought for a moment. If she was in Paul's
    body, and Paul was in Theresa's body, then maybe the three of them had been
    switched around. After all, Chris said he wasn't any different, other than
    feeling a sudden desire to enjoy mutual masturbation.

    Theresa; Paul, actually; was quickly down to his panties.

    Well, the panties belonged to Theresa. Mary couldn't keep it all straight.

    "Why are you getting undressed?" Mary asked.

    "Can I ask you a favor?" Paul asked. "I've

    been out-of-my-mind horny since this all started, and I know it's a sin, but I
    tried masturbating down there, but still! And this is a once in a lifetime
    opportunity. Not only to feel what it's like from the other perspective, but to
    feel what it feels like for someone who's with me in particular; "

    "What are you suggesting?" Mary asked.

    "Would you please have intercourse with me?" Paul

    pleaded.

    Mary was caught off guard. She was supposed to wait until

    marriage, but she had thought about giving it a go early with Chris, and then
    there had been the blowjob that morning, and Mary still wasn't sure what that
    counted for.

    And now Paul was propositioning her. But it was also easy to

    ignore that it was Paul in Theresa's body, because it ultimately was Theresa's
    breasts before her, her nipples erect, her bush exposed, her eyes looking up at
    her full of hope and desire. Mary never would have thought she was attracted to
    Theresa, but her mind and Paul's teenage boy hormones were mixing.

    "I don't know," Mary said. She realized her

    uncertainty alone would reveal a lot.

    Paul handed her a condom. "Here. We won't leave a

    trace. It'll be like it never even happened, and Theresa doesn't even need to
    know."

    "I'm not sure I would go that far," Mary said.

    Theresa would deserve to know if her virginity had been taken. But would it be
    Mary who had taken it, or Paul? And would Theresa have really lost her
    virginity at all, if she didn't participate in it? Somehow despite the
    intensity of her orgasm earlier that morning, this was all quickly getting her
    worked up again. Paul reached out and unzipped the fly on her jeans; his jeans,
    letting the erection inside free. Paul reached into the boxers and caressed it.
    He knew exactly what to do, since it had been his own, up until today. Mary's
    objections were shrinking from view.

    "But I guess you're right, that it wouldn't do her any

    harm," Mary belatedly finished the thought. "And then we've got to
    get this all sorted out today." She stepped closer and kissed her friend
    on the lips hungrily.

    Christopher s Parallel Paradox.

    He immediately felt different when he woke up. It wasn't

    just the texture of the big t-shirt he was in, or the fact that he was wearing
    a t-shirt at all. It was the round bulges of flesh underneath that shirt, it
    was a body with weight distributed very differently from his own.

    The alarm was beeping, and it took him a minute to figure

    out how to silence it. And then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
    Holy shit! He was Mary. He sat down on the edge of the bed, dumb-founded. He'd
    never been to Mary's room, but that had to be where he was.

    He realized he had to roll with the situation. Hopefully

    Paul would know how to undo whatever they'd done the night before.

    Chris pulled the t-shirt up over his head and reached for a

    clean one from the open dresser drawer. He caught another glimpse of himself in
    the mirror, of his bare breasts, of the panties covering his crotch, and that's
    when it really hit him. Chris had never seen breasts before, not in real life,
    not up close like this. Should he fondle them? Mary would never know. It was
    too good to pass up. Like the teenage boy he was, he started to get turned on
    at the sight of Mary almost naked, but it didn't have to stay
    "almost". And quickly he learned what her breasts felt like, and what
    it felt like to be felt up.

    Cautiously, he slipped the panties down. He'd probably need

    a fresh pair of those too, especially since he could feel the heat and moisture
    building between his legs. It almost felt like an erection, the way he was
    swollen down here, and begging to be touched. Chris had certainly never touched
    a snatch before, and he explored the outer folds of skin, slowly, carefully.
    But if it hurt, he'd know. He knew right away when his index finger nudged his
    clitoris. It felt like an electric jolt of pleasure. And while it didn't feel
    like it would take much clitoral stimulation to get him off, there was more he
    wanted to discover. He found that he was indeed getting hot down there, and
    sopping wet, and his middle finger slid into the tight muscle within. Chis
    could only imagine what it would feel like to be penetrating Mary's snatch with
    his cock, when he had it back. And he could only imagine what it would feel
    like to have something more than a finger pressing into him, probing him
    deeper.

    He was on the edge of orgasm when Mary's mother called out,

    "Hurry up, honey! You're going to be late for school!"

    With a sigh, Chris wiped his fingers on last night's shirt

    and got dressed. Even though he knew he had to dress like Mary would, and play
    the part, it felt a little odd to be putting on her clothes. It took him a few
    tries to get the bra fastened, and even then, the hooks were lined up wrong.

    At school, Chris felt the urge to pee, and unthinkingly he

    went into the men's room like usual. It wasn't until he had wiped himself off
    that he realized his mistake, but by then it was too late. With his pants down,
    he thought about finishing what he'd started back in Mary's bedroom, but he
    decided he shouldn't linger in the wrong bathroom too long.

    When he came out of the stall, he found himself face to face

    with himself.

    "Hey, bro," Chris heard himself say.

    In Mary's body, Chris asked, "Paul? Is that you?"

    "Yeah," Chris's body replied. "Lucky you, eh?

    Getting a morning alone with Mary's body?"

    Chris laughed. He considered denying it, but his brother

    wouldn't believe that for a second. "It's been; educational."

    "There are other things you could learn, other lessons

    we could teach her," Paul said. "This is a golden opportunity. Can I
    take a look?"

    Chris dropped his pants again (Mary's pants) and got up on

    the counter and spread his legs (Mary's thick thighs). Paul leaned over to get
    a look, so close Chris could feel his got breath on his glistening vulva. And
    then Chris nearly jumped when he felt Paul part those lips, and slip a finger
    into him. That aching desire that had been with Chris all morning suddenly flared
    up. He gasped aloud.

    "Relax," Paul said. "This is Mary's cunt, not

    yours, remember?"

    Chris nodded for his brother to continue. He knew what it

    looked like when he had an erection, and it wasn't hard to tell that his cock
    was straining against his pants fabric now.

    "What do you think? Should we fuck this slut?"

    Paul said with a wicked grin.

    "I think she's a virgin," Chris said.

    "Then you could be the one to do the honors,

    brother," Paul said. "Don't you want to know what it feels like? I
    know I would, if I were you."

    The truth was, at this point Chris hardly needed to be

    convinced to get fucked. Or to get fucked with his own cock. There was
    something particularly taboo about that idea. But it was his brother's desire
    to fuck Mary's snatch, knowing it was Chris in her body. That was hard to
    reconcile with his animalistic desires. But if Paul

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  • Raunchy Rhymes
    Raunchy
    Rhymes.
    The
    re-telling of Classic Nursery Rhymes; in narrator form.
    Based on posts by Nyissa.
    Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.


    "Good evening

    ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first annual adult
    re-telling of popular nursery rhymes. If we could all move in, past
    the foyer, that's it, all the way in so we may close the doors and
    get started. Excellent. Well, let's get started shall we. Firstly,
    I would like to thank the Erotic Arts Society for providing us with
    the use of their theater spaces and equipment. Without their
    generous assistance we would not be able to put on this event.

    This evening will

    consist of several nursery rhymes re-told with an adult twist.
    Refreshments will be provided throughout the evening and tea and
    coffee is available free of charge. You will also find a bar to the
    right of the theater room where you are able to purchase alcoholic
    beverages for the evening. Waiter service will also be provided if
    you find you are unable to leave your chosen seating.

    Alright, as we

    proceed into the theater space you will observe a variety of toys
    available for your pleasure. Know that each toy has been sterilized
    and will continue to be cleaned throughout the evening. On your left
    are the toilets for your convenience and mutual pleasure, if so
    desired. Once you have selected your toy, please make yourself
    comfortable on any of the various cushions, pillows, chairs, or
    beanbags. Once we are all settled, we will begin. "

    Little
    Miss Muffet

    "Our first

    retelling is of Little Miss Muffet. We all know the common nursery
    rhyme with the young woman scared by a spider, but this version will
    have a slight adult adjustment, and it goes without saying all
    characters are of adult age. We're honored to have Sonia Brightman to
    present our stories tonight. If we could get the lights dimmed. . .
    thank you. Here we go. . .



    Little Miss Muffet was not so little, except perhaps in stature.

    Muffy stood approximately five feet tall, comparatively small to the
    rest of the village, and her parents as it turned out. No one knew
    why Muffy was so short for her age, but there she was, in her early
    twenties not much taller than the teens of the village. So, in
    essence she was a little Miss.

    What she lacked in height she well and truly made up for in bosom.

    One had to wonder if the size and weight of her boobies would cause
    her back pain or even topple her over. Muffy tightly restricted her
    ample boobies in a low-cut tunic that produced a mountainous
    cleavage. She enjoyed the attention she received from the men in the
    village, especially as she knew none would ever dare touch her.

    Muffy led a sheltered life with her strict parents. Her father

    was well known for his protective nature and the boys and men of the
    village knew better than to try anything with Muffy for fear of
    extreme pain and traction, as was the result of the only boy to ever
    brush by Muffy's restrained bosom.

    Muffy did not mind her upbringing, after all, what did she have to

    compare it to. She did not have friends and kept to herself or by
    her parent's side. She did, however, have her alone time in the
    home's luscious gardens. She often got lost in the greenage of
    hedges and stone. Her favorite spot was a tuffet on the rear edge of
    the property. From this raised vantage point, she could see over the
    garden. But more importantly, people passing by could, if they chose
    to look closely, see her perched on the mound.

    Though Muffy abided by her father's strict rules, she enjoyed

    sitting on her tuffet in her flowing dress, spreading her legs and
    revealing her naked pussy to the sun. She enjoyed the thrill of
    someone maybe seeing her nakedness.

    Today was no different. She drizzled honey on her curds and whey

    and headed to her tuffet deep in the garden. Sitting atop the mound
    she spread her legs and lifted her dress up over her thighs. The
    cool breeze instantly sent a shiver through her body as she leisurely
    spooned the warm, sweet treat into her mouth.

    So, Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and

    whey.

    I think, at this point it would be wise to point out that the

    mound was not a general hill of grass and dirt. The mound resembled
    the shape of a table with a relatively flat, perhaps slightly curved
    top and a sheer drop to the ground. It did not stand tall it just
    produced a shape that will be of importance shortly.

    The sun was particularly warm this day. Shortly after finishing

    her curds and whey, Muffy leaned back laying down on the mound. She
    dangled her legs over the edge causing a slight arch in her back.
    She pulled her dress further up over her hips, exposing her
    glistening pussy to those passing by. Muffy closed her eyes and
    dozed in the warm rays of the sun.

    Along came a spider, who perched beside her. . .

    Now, an actual spider would be of no use to us here. Despite

    Muffy being short, spiders are too small and impractical for our
    purpose. What did approach, however, was a member of the Spider
    gang. The Spiders were well known for their aggression and, on
    occasion, brutality. They were tall, muscular, and commanding of
    nature. In general, those who saw a Spider coming would run in fear.

    On this particular day Muffy did not see the Spider approach. In

    fact, she was not aware of his presence until the hand was clamped
    firmly across her mouth. Her eyes shot open, and she glared in fear
    at the sturdy, strong man before her. She tried to remove his hand,
    grasping at the thick fingers holding her jaw tightly. Her focus was
    on the hand and his dark brown eyes that stared at her, a wicked grin
    forming on his lips.

    Muffy jumped as a finger lightly traced her wet lips. She had not

    realized how excited her body had become at this sudden assault. He
    raised one eyebrow while slipping a lone finger into her warm pussy.
    She caught her breath as she felt the protrusion enter her sacred
    space. Nothing had entered there before, and the feeling was one of
    pleasure and pain.

    She squirmed on the tuffet, trying to escape, but her body

    released a flood of electricity causing her nipples to press against
    her tunic and her pussy to gush. With the extra lubricant the Spider
    slid a second finger inside her. It was a tight squeeze. He wiggled
    his fingers back and forth, stretching the entrance as he delved
    deeper into her. The sensations made her legs shake. She could feel
    a warmth in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she wanted to pee,
    but didn't.

    Muffy didn't know what was happening to her. Her body tingled all

    over, her stomach felt fluttery, and she had a growing pressure in
    her pussy. More juices spilled over the hand at her mound as the
    fingers began to pump in and out of her. Pain filled her body when
    the fingers were thrust in deep. Pleasure replaced the pain as the
    fingers were removed.

    Muffy's breathing became deeper and quicker. She could feel a

    tension rising in her pussy. Her toes began to curl as a wave of
    electricity exploded from her groin, replaced immediately by intense
    pain as she was stretched wider than she ever thought possible.

    The Spider waited patiently, gently driving his fingers into the

    sweet, innocent pussy before him. First one, then two fingers,
    spreading them as best he could to prepare her for what was to come.
    As he felt her body convulse with the orgasm, he slammed his thick
    throbbing cock into her tight, soaked cunt. She screamed into his
    hand, still over her mouth. He knew his cock was too big for her,
    but he pushed in nonetheless, feeling her pussy expand around his
    rotund rod.

    Muffy screamed, her snatch on fire as the hard cock drove into

    her. She tried to pull herself up off the impalement, but the
    movement hurt her more. She lay still, tears falling from her eyes.
    He was deep inside her, not moving, yet. He watched and waited for
    her breathing to calm before easing his thick muscle out of her. He
    rested his bulbous head at her lips, watching her wild eyes. As she
    sucked in a deep breath he plunged back in, his hefty balls slapping
    her ass.

    He started slow, letting her get used to the onslaught of his

    massive cock. Long, fluid strokes brought him closer and closer to
    exploding. Her tight pussy gripped his rod fiercely. He felt the
    tingle in the pit of his stomach and quickened his thrusts. Holding
    her hip, he pulled her down on his cock with each drive in.

    Muffy winced with each stroke. To her surprise her pussy began to

    twitch once more. A flood of emotions and sensations caused her head
    to spin as she cried out. Her body betrayed her again, vibrating and
    spasming pleasure throughout.

    He felt her pussy clench around his shaft and rammed it in hard

    and deep. His cock jerked as he exploded his cum in the depths of
    her cunt. He filled the small space till it overflowed and dribbled
    down his balls. Two quick strokes caused a mixture of their juices
    to dribble out of Muffy's swollen pussy.

    Rumor has it Spider's can fuck for hours, cumming multiple times

    without deflating once. Muffy was about to discover if that rumor
    was true.

    The Spider pulled his still throbbing cock from the elongated cunt

    of the once innocent Muffy. His hand still over her mouth he walked
    around to the other side of the tuffet. Linking a hand under one
    armpit, the Spider pulled Muffy towards him, her head falling over
    the edge of the mound, her neck stretched long.

    Muffy lay still, her body trembling uncontrollably as the wide

    protrusion was pulled from her aching pussy. She was barely aware of
    her surroundings, her mind reeling from the events that had just
    occurred. A cool breeze eased her private area and she briefly
    relaxed. She felt a hand pull her up the tuffet, and her head
    drooped over the edge. Realizing the hand was no longer across her
    mouth, her lips widened to scream.

    The Spider released her mouth and lined up his protruding rod with

    her lips. His shaft sparkled in the sunlight, a mix of his cum and
    her juices. As she opened her mouth, presumably to scream, he pushed
    his rod in. The thickness spread her jaw wide. Her teeth grazed his
    shaft as he pushed deeper into her warm wetness. He felt the
    vibration of her gag on his knob and paused, holding her fighting
    hands, waiting for her to relax, before continuing into her throat.

    Her scream was stifled by the thick cock pushing between her lips.

    Her jaw ached as it was forced wide to accommodate the girth. A
    salty and tangy taste slid along her tongue and she struggled to draw
    breath. The head of the phallic rod made her gag and choke and she
    tried to push him away once more. She realized her fighting was
    futile and tried to relax, praying it would be over soon, or she
    would pass out.

    His cock hit the back of her throat and he waited. Leaning

    forward, he tapped her clit with his fingers, her small stature
    aiding in his ministrations. Her body convulsed violently with each
    tap making her moan on his throbbing rod. His cock twitched with
    each deep vibration along his shaft. His fingers expertly played her
    sensitive bud, tapping fast and slow, building the tension to an
    intense explosion.

    Muffy's body quivered as the fingers danced on the nerves in her

    crotch. With her pussy aching, she was surprised to find her body
    respond so drastically to the touch. She was exhausted. Every
    muscle ached, yet fresh juices dripped onto her legs as the warmth
    grew once again.

    The cock in her mouth seemed to swell and jerk each time she

    moaned but she couldn't stop, the sensations emanating from her
    nether region was too much for her to keep quiet. Her lips felt like
    they were splitting under the immense girth of this Spider. Her body
    tensed and she held her breath as the fingers pressed harder, faster.
    Butterflies flew madly in her stomach as her clit pulsated and
    erupted into an electrifying orgasm. Muffy screamed as every muscle
    spasmed as though she were having a fit.

    The Spider could feel his cock straining to release once more. He

    increased the tap and pressure on her swollen clit, feeling her body
    tense, she was close. He pressed harder, tapped faster until her
    throat opened, and she screamed her orgasm. The resonance of her
    breath forced past his nob was all he needed. His balls tightened
    and his shaft twitched between her teeth as he painted her throat
    with his cum.

    Spurt after spurt hit the back of her mouth. Muffy gagged a

    little at first before adjusting to the fluid sliding down her
    throat. The taste was salty but not unpleasant. She swallowed much
    of what was forced into her. What couldn't be downed dribbled over
    her split lips as the thick cock was removed from her.

    Muffy was sore. Her mouth ached, her pussy was raw. The assault

    had taken its toll on her senses and her mind. Her body stung all
    over. She closed her eyes, letting the warm sun's rays cleanse her.
    She was vaguely aware of being turned and laying face down on the
    tuffet.

    Along came a Spider, who perched beside her, and fucked Little

    Miss Muffet all day.

    It was mid-afternoon, and the sun began to burn Muffy's bare ass.

    Her dress had been lifted over her hips and she felt pressure at her
    puckered entrance. The realization of what was about to occur
    shocked her into responding. She pleaded with the Spider, begging
    him to leave her alone. She tried to pull herself over the edge of
    the tuffet, away from the pain she knew was coming.

    The Spider rested his straining cock against her tight ass. He

    knew this was going to hurt her. He also didn't care. As she
    pleaded with him and tried to pull away, he grabbed her hips, digging
    his fingers into her flesh, and held her in place. Slowly he edged
    his rod into her. She clenched, hoping the resistance was enough to
    stop him. It wasn't. He pushed harder, pulling her hips back onto
    him. With a pop his head penetrated the tightest space he had ever
    encountered. It took all his willpower to not cum then and there.

    Her ass was on fire. She felt his head push through ripping her

    wider. Pain flashed behind her eyes as the breadth of his cock
    breached her clenched opening. The full length of him pushed into
    the boundaries of her ass. His balls slapped against her pussy and
    clit as he began the deep, forceful strokes. Unbelievably, and
    despite the pain, Muffy felt her body responding to the onslaught.
    The now familiar pulse of electricity radiated through her. Her
    whole body writhed in agony and intense pleasure as she came,
    squirting her juices on the mound beneath her.

    The slow, deep strokes brought him closer and closer to a final

    explosion. As her body thrashed with an overwhelming orgasm he
    withdrew his cock, flipped her onto her back and straddled her chest.
    Ripping open her tunic he grabbed her hands placing them on either
    side of her huge tits squeezing them together as he thrust his cock
    between them. Rocking his hips, violently fucking her tits with
    vigor, he shot his final load over her hands and face. His cum
    coated her tits and dribbled onto her neck.

    Spent, the Spider slipped off the tuffet and silently disappeared

    into the day.

    Muffy lay on her tuffet, barely conscious. Her body was raw and

    broken. Her mind struggled to grasp what had happened, but her pussy
    and clit were still tingling from the intense pleasure they had
    received.

    So. . . in the end. . .

    Little Miss Muffet,

    Lay on her tuffet,

    Exposed and dripping with cum.

    The tall, muscular Spider,

    Who came deep inside her,

    Vanished, leaving her numb. "

    Intermission.

    Thank you, Sonia.

    "Alright people,

    we'll take a break there. Freshen up, grab a drink, exchange toys if
    required. In a moment we will get pizza orders before moving onto
    the next nursery rhyme. "

    And I present the

    string quartet of the Sigma Epsilon Xi sorority. Who love to work
    between their spread legs.

    MUSIC PLAYS.

    "Thank you,

    Sigma Epsilon Xi, for that wonderful music. Welcome back ladies and
    gentlemen. Thank you for your pizza requests, they will be delivered
    at the end of the next story. If you would all like to take your
    seats, we will be continuing with the re-telling of the classic
    Georgie Porgie.

    The
    re-telling of Georgie Porgie.


    Can I have the lights

    dimmed once more. . . thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, Sonia
    Brightman."

    "Georgie Porgie was a stout old fellow. He was of average

    height, nothing special in that, but he had a girth to his appendages
    that attracted even the most prude of village residents. Somehow
    Georgie had managed to remain single, despite his expertise in the
    art of pleasure. His fingers were a replication of his stature,
    average length, but so thick. Two fingers could easily stretch the
    pussy of the loosest woman in town. His cock followed suit; average
    length, or the perfect length as most women and men would attest; but
    the girth made even the seasoned prostitutes squeal.

    Georgie Porgie, Pudding and Pie. . .

    Now, Georgie did have a weird attachment to his name, almost a

    nickname if you will. Many speculated that the origin of this kinky
    nickname was the reason he was single. As a young man in his early
    twenties, Georgie was actually a virgin. Having never been with a
    woman, or man for that matter, he really didn't understand the art of
    pleasure.

    Feeling particularly adventurous, Georgie found love in a

    chocolate pudding his mother had made. Being a curious young man,
    Georgie held the bowl in front of him and dangled his limp cock into
    the bowl. As his head pressed against the springy substance, he felt
    a jolt of electricity run through his body. His cock immediately
    hardened. Standing at attention he pushed his throbbing rod forward
    and tilted the bowl. He closed his eyes as he pulled the bowl to
    him, slowly pushing his hard cock into the spongy liquid.

    The pudding slid along his shaft, sucking him in deeper. His

    breathing increased as his hips rocked, pulling his cock out of the
    pudding, then back in. The consistency of the dessert clung to his
    nob, sucking on him as he withdrew. Feeling his whole body shake he
    screamed out as he filled the pudding with fresh cream.

    Now, had his eyes been open he would have seen his parents, and

    neighbors rushing in to check on him. But his eyes were closed as he
    emptied his balls into the bowl. The shocked gasps were his first
    inclination that something was amiss.

    Naturally, the story spread throughout the village and Georgie

    Porgie became Georgie Porgie Pudding. I think you can see where this
    is going. Georgie was, of course, caught in a similar situation with
    a cherry pie and hence became Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie. This
    kink carried on well into adulthood for Georgie and, though an
    interesting kink, Georgie learned a lot from devouring both pudding
    and pie.

    So. . .

    Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie

    Kissed the girls and made them

    cry.

    In addition to the thick cock and fingers that Georgie put to good

    use, he also had a tongue that could derive great pleasure from
    anyone. Long, thick and pointed, Georgie had spent many years
    exercising his tongue on his pie and pudding. The control he had was
    exquisite, and he enjoyed using it often.

    Georgie particularly enjoyed 'kissing' the ladies. He would hover

    in an office courtyard and wait for the women of the business to come

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  • Hot Chocolate With Cream
    Hot Chocolate With Cream
    Hot female boss gives man the “okay’ to fulfil his desires.

    by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



     It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray’s Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.

     He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully.

    “The same?” he asked.

    “Yea,” Evan nodded.

     Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter.

     Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible “do not touch” aura about her. He needed the job so he didn’t touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat.

    “Ready for another one?” he asked.

    “Not yet,” Evan began. “Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?”

    The bartender chuckled, “I don’t know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I’m working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it’s all a trap.”

    “I guess,” Evan sighed.

    “So who is she?”

    “My boss,” Evan moaned.

    “Damn son, you know how to pick them,” Rocky exclaimed.

    “Yea, like I had a choice. I don’t know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by.”

    “Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job.”

    “If I tell her how I feel, I’ll have to get another job,” Evan said. “I’ll take that beer now.”

    Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one.

    “You want to start a tab?” Rocky asked.

    “No,” Evan replied.

    “Ok, but it could be a long night,” Rocky said. “It doesn’t look like the rain isn’t letting up any.”

    “I want to be sober when I leave,” Evan replied.

    After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn’t stopped, but Evan didn’t care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss’s car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window.

    “My car won’t start,” his boss said.

    I don’t have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. “Did you call the tow truck?” he asked.

    “Yes, but they won’t get here for a couple of hours,” she replied.

    “My place is just up the road. Why don’t you get in and we can wait there.”

    Half expecting her to say she’d rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left.

    “I’m so glad you stopped,” she said wiping her brow.

    “No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway.”

    “You’re always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna,” she replied.

    “Ok Jenna. Then we’re off to my place.” He couldn’t believe she said that.

    Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door.

    “Oh you have a balcony,” Jenna said. “You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room.”

    He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her.

    “Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?” he asked.

    “Wine would be fine,” she said as she sat on the sofa.

    Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn’t ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa.

    “So what were you doing out so late?” he asked.

    “Working as usual,” she replied. “It seems that’s all I do.”

    “I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you,” he prodded.

    “I wish,” she replied then turned to him. “Do you have someone?”

    “Nope! I guess I haven’t found the right one,” he lied.

    There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly.

    “I’ve seen you looking at me,” she said. “Do you think that I might be the right one?”

    Evan’s heart sank. Busted!

    “You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?”

    “And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that,” she replied.

    The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself.

    “But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn’t work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job.”

    Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass.

    “What if I told you; that you wouldn’t lose your job, no matter what happened?”

    “Oh shit,” he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult.

    Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, “Have you thought about being with me?” Jenna asked.

    Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; “Well, um yes. Yes, I have.”

    Jenna smiled, “That’s good to know, because I’ve thought about doing it with you about a hundred times.”

    Evan’s cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt.

    “Glad we agree on that,” Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. “So where does that put us now?”

    “Well,” Jenna began. “Don’t you think we probably should do something about it?”

    Evan’s cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. “Yes!”, he exclaimed.

    He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress.

    As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties.

    “Hot chocolate with whipped cream,” he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress.

    “I’m glad that you like it,” she whispered, coming towards him.

    He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them.

    “Not shaved?” he said smiling.

    “I like it natural,” she said.

    “Me too,” he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers.

    “ Mm Mm ,” she cooed. “Let me stroke you more.” Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the precum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. “Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted”

    She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The precum dripping over her belly.

    Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs.

    “I need it in me,” she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement.

    Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion.

    “You need to finish this,” she cooed. “I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum.”

    Wild with passion, Evan kneeled on the bed and spread her legs with his own.

    “If you want it deep,” he said in a raspy voice. “Then roll over.”

    She smiled up at him, “Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that.”

    Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds.

    “Yes!” Jenna cried. “Deeper! Go Deeper!”

    Evan didn’t hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna’s pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more.

    “Keep going,” she cried. “I’m almost there. Keep fucking me.”

    Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out.

    “I’m cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!” she commanded.

    Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold.

    “You got it all baby,” he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her.

    Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna’s phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back.

    “It must be about my car,” she murmured.

    Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, “Timing is everything.”

    She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him.

    “Was it the tow truck?” he asked.

    “Yes. They’re going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat.”

    “You left your keys in the car” Evan asked.

    “Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?” She asked.

    He chuckled to himself, “You had this all planned.”

    She leaned over and kissed him, “I’m not the boss for nothing.”

    by Alexis Peignoir, for Literotica

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