A Quick Midnight Dip -  Cheryl’s naked swim on a hot night turns her hotter. (group sex) By Ashson. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I love hot sunny days. You can get away with wearing almost nothing, knowing all the boys are watching you. You can go swimming or take a pleasant walk in the country (as long as you choose a suitably shaded trail). Sunny days are the best. There is one problem with hot sunny days. They tend to be followed by hot, mucky, nights, and they’re the pits. You’re too hot and sweaty to sleep and too tired not to and you have a dreadful night and wake up grumpy. Turn on the air conditioner, I hear you say. Then you’re a trifle cooler and kept awake by the insist drone of the air conditioner. Whisper quiet, they say. A very loud whisper if you ask me, pitched in a voice that carries it throughout the house. This particular night I was trying to sleep without using an air conditioner. The heat and humidity were winning. I grumbled my way out of bed and over to the window, hoping that if I leaned out I might catch a faint breeze. I had mixed luck there. I didn’t find a breeze but I did spot the swimming pool next door, full of cool, calming, cleansing, water. Why not go for a quick dip, I asked myself? Why not indeed? The Adams’s were away on vacation and not expected back for another week. No-one was there. I knew this because my mother had the key and checked the place every so often. I could slip next door and have a nice refreshing dip. The exercise and the coolness would help me get to sleep afterwards. I was about to grab my bikini but then I thought the hell with it. There wouldn’t be anyone around and even if there was it was night. No-one would see me. I slipped out of the house and went next door. Initially I sat on the edge of the pool, just dangling my feet in the water. Even that much contact with the cool water was enough to feel refreshing. I was wearing baby-doll pyjamas, scraps of material that weighed nothing. It was a job of seconds to shed them and then I was in the pool. I swam a little and then floated a little, luxuriating in the coolness. It wasn’t nearly as dark as I’d thought it would be, what with a clear sky and a full moon. I could actually see quite well. Still, I was safe from observation. When I’d looked from my window the pool had been shadowy. I felt I could safely assume that the same would apply to anyone else who looked out of their window at midnight, not that there would be too many people doing that. I was just floating drowsily, thinking that I really should get out and go back to bed. I got a real shock when someone spoke to me. “Hi, Cheryl. Looks like great minds think alike.” I promptly tried to drown myself but after a bit of swearing and floundering I found myself standing in water that wasn’t too deep and still covered me to chest high. Looking around I saw Jordan and Brendan standing by the steps of the pool, smiling at me. What was worse was the fact that they were both wearing bathing shorts. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. I know, silly question. What did I think they were doing seeing both of them were dressed for swimming? “Take a guess,” said Jordan. “Go on. Take a wild stab at the reason we’re here.” “You’re going swimming,” I said. “Well, not with me, you’re not. Go hop in the deep end and I’ll depart and leave you to it.” “Now don’t be like that, Cheryl. We wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your swim. If you don’t want company in the pool we’ll just wait here until you’re ready to go. That’s fair and reasonable, isn’t it Jordan.” “I have to agree with you, Brendan. That sounds like a plan to me.” The two oafs just stood there smiling. “Ah, look, boys, I’m not exactly dressed for male company. Do you mind moving elsewhere while I get out?” “Cheryl,” exclaimed Brendan. “Don’t tell me you’re skinny dipping. I’m shocked. Truly shocked. Aren’t you shocked, Jordan?” “I am, Brendan. Deeply shocked. To think that sweet little Cheryl would go

Shaping Michelle; Opening up to, and opened by, her tutor. By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law. Teaching wouldn’t pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle’s upscale preparatory school in Manhattan. Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don’t think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I’d taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England. When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn’t necessarily attracted to her.  She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn’t going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents’ money could certainly ensure that, her parents’ values wouldn’t entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad’s small-town Ohio hardware store to a director’s corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they’ll expect that kid to at least get a degree. Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I’d only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we’d developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we’d end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle. Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed. “hey Milo, I hope this isn’t weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn’t sure why she was asking me about availability – she’d graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin. “hey Michelle, what’s up?” I replied. Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren’t necessarily on texting terms. We’d exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren’t chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn’t have any plans that Saturday and figured it’d be nice t

Moonlit Shoreline Adventure; A shy, lonely mom experiences an awakening. By swiftlytilting. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A group of pelicans flies back and forth along the ocean cove shoreline in a contentedly undulating line. Their large silhouettes stand out boldly against the sinking sun as they search for food. Beth sits on a driftwood log on the sandy beach watching the birds fly by, lifting her head high to drink in the last long rays of warm, golden sunlight. As the ocean swallows the sun, a spectacular display of colors paints the western sky in swaths of pink, orange, and yellow. She shyly glances around to see if anyone can see her. Not seeing anyone nearby, she discreetly puts one hand on her vulva and strokes it through her skirt. She rubs her right nipple with the other hand. The sensualness of her surroundings – the powerful waves striking the shore, the explosion of colors at sunset, the caressing ocean breeze – swirl together with that of her touch, and she feels exquisitely aroused. Her desire climbs, and her body arches. She whimpers quietly with pleasure.  But her inhibitions stop her before she reaches climax, and she grasps her hands together tightly in her lap and forces herself to breath, letting out a big sigh, and focuses her attention on the sunset. After the gloriously bright ball of fire disappears into the ocean and the tapestry of colors across the sky begins to fade, Beth stands up and, feeling pleasantly aroused, continues her walk along the beach. She quietly hums to herself, enjoying the lingering glow of twilight, a brisk breeze blowing her long, dark hair every which way. She’s wearing a long, flowing white skirt and a white off-the-shoulder shirt that hugs her small curves. Sandals hang from her right hand as she walks barefoot, delighting in the feel of cool sand between her toes. She hasn’t been feeling quite herself lately, so she’s taking a short holiday alone to try and clear her head. She’s never gone away like this without her family until now, and as much as she loves them, she’s reveling in having time alone. A married mum of older kids, she’s lived a fairly normal, conservative and wholesome life. It’s been a very good life, but she has grown to live with an almost constant dull ache of loneliness and longing in her heart. Yet her family is caring and loving, so she’s filled with guilt for not being satisfied, for wanting more. She feels distant from her husband, as they haven’t been intimate for many years. She blames herself, but feels lost. She’s touch starved, and her desire has only increased with the passage of time, so she masturbates and orgasms nearly every day as a way to get by. As she wanders down the beach, the peaceful, unending flow of ocean waves pulsing against the sandy shore lulls her frenetic heart. The eerie, low sound of a foghorn signals its warning loudly in the distance. She knows she should head back because daylight has almost vanished, and it’s not “safe” for a woman to be out here alone. But right now she doesn’t care. She’s felt stifled, hidden, and, in a sense, dead for so long, she thrills at the feelings flowing through her now. The loud crashing ocean makes her feel alive. The impending darkness makes her feel alive. The thought of being alone in the darkness arouses her. So she keeps going down the shore. Fog begins to roll in from the water. The air feels damp and cold. The breeze brushes across her skin like fingers. Goosebumps pop up on her bare arms, and she shivers. Beth had forgotten how cold the beach can get after sunset. Maybe she should go back to her campsite now after all. Her steps slow down with hesitancy, but she notices a bend ahead and is curious to know what’s around the corner, so she keeps trudging forward. As she rounds the corner, her heart jumps with relief when she sees a fire on the beach in the distance. She decides to continue ahead, and picks up her pace, excited to reach the warmth and light of the fire.

A Camping Trip Kitty and Anthony go to the great outdoors. by AsianKittySub. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had already packed my bags and put them in the car along with the other gear and supplies. I was beyond excited to get out into nature for awhile and disconnect from all the stress of the real world. Plus Anthony was coming with. He and I first crossed paths in a very unique situation, and had gone on a few dates after. I told him I would pick him up at 2 in the afternoon and when I arrived he was already outside with all of his stuff. He was so pumped he was like a kid on Christmas. We loaded his gear into my car and took off. The drive to the park was about 30 minutes. Despite it being located in the middle of a suburban city, the park was large enough where it felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere. It had plenty of trails and fishing spots. We arrived in no time and we pulled into the parking lot. I reserved a remote camp site next to the lake, so we had to hike in a few miles with all our gear. We loaded up our packs took off. The trail was not too difficult and we only passed one person. We both took a day off in the middle of the week because the park and campgrounds weren’t very busy until the weekend. We arrived and surveyed the site to determine where to pitch the tent, so we dropped the gear and looked around a little. Anthony grabbed my hand and led me towards the lake. I told him I would really like to set up camp and gather fire wood, but he was having none of it. We walked down a narrow path and came upon an outcrop overlooking the water. He sat down on the rocks and signaled for me to do the same. I plopped next to him and he put his arm around me. We sat there in silence taking in the beauty surrounding us. I leaned my head on his shoulder and reached down for a quick grope. To my surprise (and delight) I found his cock already hard as steel. I grinned and murmured a bit. He let out a sigh and spread his legs to give me better access. I spun to my knees and frantically pulled at his pants to get them off. He could see I was getting frustrated and chuckled a little while he opened his fly. My hand was pulling out that gorgeous cock as fast as it could and I took him all the way down my throat without warning. His knees went up and his feet came off the ground. He laid back on the rocks and arched his back as I took him in my mouth while I stroked him. It had only been about a minute when I could tell he would cum soon. I pulled my mouth away but continued to jack him. “Baby are you gonna cum for me? Please I need you to cum.” He responded by thrusting his hips upwards to fuck my hand. I stopped stroking and looked him in the eye. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell when you’re going to cum.” “Oh baby, I’m gonna explode just for you. Please suck me in your mouth. I need you.” With that I again took his length all the way down my throat. He began to cum immediately and his hands flew to my head while he groaned and pumped his hot seed in my mouth. I was getting better at taking more of it, but still couldn’t manage to swallow all of it. He was panting for air but he was reaching for my belt to try to put a hand down my pants. “Ah! as much as I’m sure I’d love whatever it is you want to do to me, I really would like to get our camp set up please. Can we come back to this soon?” Anthony looked disappointed but he nodded and helped me up. We went back to our site and set up the tent and sleeping bags. We then gathered firewood and tinder. It was still light out so I asked if he’d like to go fishing. He grabbed the poles and tackle box and we went back to the lake. We found a decent spot along the shore. I love fishing and couldn’t get my line in the water fast enough. He had other ideas and went to put his hand down my pants. “Sweetie if you keep that up we might not have dinner tonight.” “I don’t care Kitty. I just want you.” “Well at least let me fish for a little while? I sa

Barbara’s Ecstasy: Two guys & some Ecstasy make Barbara’s Rock Festival unforgettable. by UKAmy25. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So, this is my story, Barbara. My story begins at University. Physically I haven’t changed much since then, I’ve always been slim, the product of remaining physically active, and good metabolism. I am 5'7" and an all over size 10. I have 34 C breasts, which have remained pert into my 30s, probably as I have not had any children, a topic which will come up in these stories. I have jet black hair, which I have grown any longer than my shoulders, and ice blue eyes which people find intimidating. I have, what is referred to now, as a resting bitch face, but am actually a friendly person when you get to know me, I just don’t suffer fools gladly. I have always been active, blessed with being both academic and athletic, and playing football and hockey from a young age. I have always known I was bisexual. I love sex, have from my very first time, and love intimacy. Even before that I realised women were by far the more beautiful sex, and I spent way too long staring in various changing rooms and showers, drinking in the beauty of the naked female body. Sexuality wasn’t really discussed back then, and so I hadn’t tried anything with a girl, for fear of the reputation it would bring. I went to university in Manchester, in the early to mid 1990s, having gone there with a boyfriend, and only having slept with him. I finished my first year single and with over 30 notches on my belt, so to speak. The two major reasons for this change in character? The first was a nightclub called the Hacienda, which I was very fond of, the second, strongly linked to the Hacienda, a little pill called ecstasy. I found it made you love everyone, and if you loved everyone why not sleep with them? It made sense. You have to remember we were in the era where there was no widespread Internet, no mobile phones. You met people in person, and at the pub or in clubs. It was a great time. So I was no virgin, but in my second year, 1996, my horizons expanded, and started me on a route which lead me to where I am now, and a concept I introduced to Amy and Kirsty, the group sex and orgies we join in together. Britpop was in full swing, Oasis, Blur, Pulp massive bands with massive tunes and huge egos, and I loved it, still do. The Stone Roses were dissolved, something I was struggling to come to terms with. I loved the raves at the Hacienda, but it was live music from these dangerous, existing bands I loved. This story starts with an offer. “Look what I got!” Nick shouted, waving some paper in my face, so close I couldn’t see it. “Herpes again?” I quipped, trying to sound disinterested. Nick lived next door, in another 3 story Victorian terrace carved up into multiple flats to house the student population. Most of our street was the same, and all students. Our door had obviously been left open for him to waltz in, again, probably to try his luck. Again. I wore my hair short, cut in a severe side parting across my eye, I wasn’t sure if I was copying Justine Frischman or Jarvis Cocker. I flicked my fringe back in annoyance at Nick, and his shitty attempt at getting my attention. He was a nice enough guy, 6 foot, decent build, blue eyes and mousy curly hair, but he tried too hard. He wasn’t natural, although he tried to be a party animal, it was forced. I was probably a bit harsh on him. He laughed, “Funny aren’t you. No tickets to see Oasis, at Knebworth.” Now this was a big deal. Oasis were amazing, and they had set two nights at Knebworth Park, huge gigs, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in years. “OK, I’ll let you off for being a knob, that’s cool.” He laughed. “Got a spare too.” Flicking it out from behind the first one. “What day?” “Saturday 10th August.” It was only 5 days away, the tickets had been like gold dust, only 250,000 across the two nights. It sounds a lot but millions applied, and the tickets were soon bein

Stranger By the Sea Sexual encounters on the beach lead to a revelation. by Pearce_R_Daly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One’s body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun’s bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day’s play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness…unless you are alone. I had not planned to visit the Cape by myself; however, life often takes turns we can’t predict, nor control. Julie and I had been together for two years, seemingly fine, then she told me she had become interested in someone else. As hard as that was to take, when I found out who it was I was devastated…my brother Rich. I probably should have noticed how they would joke, pull pranks together and just enjoy each other’s company. I had no idea this was going on or how long. Maybe it is true that the spouse is always the last to know. Since the house was already booked, I said; “fuck it”, and headed out for a few days of adventure. I brought enough to keep myself entertained, not looking to drown my sorrows in a bar. I was determined not to carry a banner for my own ‘pity committee’. In this area known for fun and sun, I had prepared myself for a quiet time of reading and self- reflection. I found a bit of calmness here and thought maybe I should explore. The smell and feel of the ocean air opens one’s other senses as nothing else can. One evening I headed up to the National Seashore to walk and found myself on a quiet, isolated piece of beach. No one was in sight of where I was…except a solitary women seated, silhouetted against the cresting sea. As I was nearing her, I notice her brown, flowing hair cascading to the mid of her naked back. I cleared my throat as a subtle notice of my presence, she turned and noticed me. I said hello and asked how she was this evening she smiled and responded that she was quite well. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, arms holding them. It was then that I realized she was totally naked. We exchanged, what was for me, a slightly uncomfortable conversation. She said her name was Terry and she was visiting friends and just needed to walk out here to clear her head. I told her my name was Vic. She smiled as she looked me up and down. As the conversation continued, she suggested that maybe, if I shed my clothing, we would feel more comfortable; on the same level so to speak. All that I could see of her was hot and as I tried to be non-nonchalant in removing my clothes, my cock springing from my boxers gave me away. Terry sprang to her feet, running to the water, telling me to catch her if I can. There was no way that I wasn’t going to catch her. And there was no way she was going let me not catch her. We both tumbled into the water, the cool feel of the Atlantic pulling the heat from extremities…but certainly not everywhere. Our lips met in a deep embrace, my cock hardening against her smooth, flat belly, her hard nipples pressed into my chest. My hands pressed down Terry’s back, caressing the smooth roundness of her ass checks, pulling her to me more. We didn’t know each other, but we both wanted this, needed this and were not about to let the opportunity escape. Terry clasped my hand, pulling me up the beach to a spot where her clothing and a blanket were piled. She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to take my aching cock into her mouth. Her tongue traced the head and then down and up my shaft, teasing the slit at the tip. She slid her lips over the head twisting and sucking while stroking below. I had to stop her before exploding in her mouth…her lips pulling from my dick with a pop. Now it was my turn to taste her, even after being in the water, her scent was intoxicating. I licked and kissed around her mounds, finally parting her lips a

Crazy post-COVID Weekend - Tuesday Afternoon.Nikki surprises Eric for lattes while talking to her husband. By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Eric’s day was flowing well, meeting after meeting running smoothly, everyone accomplishing what they were assigned, people collaborating as needed to resolve issues, and share information. He had raised his desk into a standing position for his end of day management update. It was approaching 4:30. His doorbell rang. “Hang on. I have a delivery. Be right back. I will keep listening.” As was the office practice he turned off his camera and muted his microphone when he left his desk to answer the door. Eric couldn’t recall what delivery he should be expecting. He opened the door. “Feel like a late day latte? I do.” Nikki said walking past Eric into his house. “Uh. I’m on a meeting, that uh, includes your husband.” “That’s okay. I can occupy myself while I wait. Oo. Perfect. A stand-up desk. Better get back on your meeting, don’t you think?” “We have our cameras on, so…” “No worries. I will hide,” Nikki said sitting on the floor beside Eric’s desk. Eric turned on his mic and camera. “You’re back. Anything exciting?” Zach asked. “Not really. Just some groceries.” “You’re still getting your groceries delivered? We’ve gone back to shopping in person. Nikki is out getting ours right now. Anything special in your groceries?” ‘Is she now?’ Eric thought before responding, “Just the usual stuff. Special? Just some coffee I found that I really enjoy.” Nikki raised her coffee cup in a toast, smiled and crawled away. “Can’t beat good coffee. Let’s get back to this sales opportunity,” Zach said pushing the meeting along. Nikki returned carrying Eric’s olive oil. She crawled under Eric’s desk managing to stay off camera. Eric’s cock was already hard, knowing what the olive oil meant. Eric felt Nikki’s hands undoing his belt. His pants fell to the floor, his underwear wasn’t far behind. “Mm. Hello my friend.” Nikki said wasting no time wrapping her lips around his cock. “Did you say something, Eric?” someone on the call asked. “Me? No. Just enjoying my coffee.” Eric felt Nikki chuckle around her cock filled mouth. Fuck. How am I here again? Standing here getting a blowjob from my boss’s wife while in a meeting with him? Fuck, she’s good. Nikki was having fun, slowly sucking Eric’s dick. Playing with his balls, licking them, sucking them. She sipped some coffee, adding Eric’s cock to the mix. ‘Mm. Penis latte. My new fave.’ “Mm” Eric moaned when the added warmth in Nikki’s mouth surrounded his cock. “What’s that Eric?” Zach asked. “Oh nothing, Zach. Just me considering things. Nothing to add. Hm.” Nikki bit down a little on Eric’s penis when she heard her husband’s name; just to make Eric make some sort of noise. Nikki held Eric’s dick in her mouth while she wiggled out of her jeans. Nikki was horny and wet. She felt her panties sticking to her cunt when she worked at pulling them down. Eric groaned when he felt Nikki’s mouth leave his erection. He leaned back a little to see what Nikki was doing under his desk. Somehow she had managed to fold herself in half and was reaching through her legs trying to grab Eric’s cock. Eric stepped forward, hardly believing what was about to happen. Just in time, he muted his microphone. “Oh fuck.” Nikki said when Eric’s cock pierced her. “Shush.” Eric reprimanded her outburst “Everything okay Eric? You seem to be wobbling a bit.” Eric unmuted. “Fine. I’m fine. Must be my new wobble board.” “Humph.” Nikki blurted out trying to suppress her laugh while rocking her cunt on Eric’s dick. Eric put one hand under his desk to assist Nikki’s rocking. He coated his fingers in some of the lube smearing around their joined genitals. He felt around under his desk, spreading Nikki’s honey over her anus, without taking his eyes off his screen. A little push, a finger went into her ass. “Fucker.” Nikki muttered barely loud enough to register on Eirc’s mic.

Crazy post-COVID Weekend - Tuesday Morning.Eric & Melissa greet the morning. Corrine takes someone. By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Corrine opened her eyes. It was dark. She found herself on the edge of the bed. Somewhere in her sleep, her mind had pushed her as far away as possible from Sam it seemed. She didn’t want to be there. She slipped out of the bedroom without waking Sam. After making coffee, she went to the backyard. The stars were still out. The clock on the wall told her it was around 5:20. Corrine sat in the dark, thinking about nothing yet considering everything. Melissa stirred. She had slept well. A warm bare bum was touching her own. She turned over, pressing her body against Eric, inhaling his scent, awakening her libido. Eric awoke. A familiar arm wrapped around him. He smiled, finally having Melissa to himself. “Good morning gorgeous.” “Good morning handsome. What time is it?” “5:12” “Hmm. No rush then.” Melissa hugged Eric with a little more firmness, smiling. Her mind and body were already preparing for the sex she had anticipated sharing with Eric when she woke up Sunday morning, two days ago. “The last two days have been amazing, haven’t they?” “They have been, gorgeous. I think we managed to cram a week’s worth of activities into those two days.” “You can say that again… but please don’t,” Melissa said, stopping Eric from one of his quirks of repeating himself whenever some used that phrase. “Geez you feel good this morning,” Eric said, reaching over Melissa’s arm to give her bum a pat and a squeeze. “Do I? Better than usual?” “I think so. Yes.” “Funny. I was thinking that about you too.” They were quiet for a few moments, just holding each other, enjoying being alone together. Melissa’s fingers trailing paths over Eric’s body, Eric’s hand holding and squeezing Melissa’s ass. Melissa started kissing Eric’s back, her hand making infrequent, brief visits to Eric’s crotch. Melissa loved the spacing of her visits to Eric’s cock and balls. Each time her hand arrived, there was considerably more starch in Eric’s penis until she knew it held all the starch it was capable of holding. It was apparent to both of them that Melissa’s nipples were protruding from her diminutive tits, pressing for all they were worth into Eric’s back. They were both aroused and their bodies were plainly announcing it to each other. “I bet these testicles of yours are rather full having not emptied themselves for Farah yesterday. Would you like me to suck your cock?” Eric rolled over. “Maybe later. I think a good morning kiss is how I would like to start.” Melissa and Eric allowed their bodies to get more in sync, calmly struggling against the bedding without interrupting their kisses. There was no urgency in their hands, they didn’t have to discover each other’s body, they already knew them well. They took turns it seemed, touching genitals, pinching, sucking and biting nipples. One rolling on their back, then the other one having a turn being appreciated. Outside the dawn was adding a soft glow that seemed bright compared to the darkness with which the morning had greeted Corrine. Corrine finished her coffee. She looked over at Eric’s house. She contemplated getting the spare key Eric had given them, letting herself in and crawling into bed with Melissa and Eric. She stood up, hesitated, then went inside and came back with her second cup of coffee. As much as she wanted to join her friends, to feel their warmth and love, she decided it would be rude, even though in her heart she knew they would welcome her. Melissa took her next turn on top of Eric. Biting one of his nipples while he rolled back for her. She positioned Eric’s cock beneath her pussy. Her clit joyously rippling over its contours and blood-filled veins each time she flexed her hips. Her vagina cried out to her, asking for its turn, asking to be full. She smeared her leaking pussy along Eric’s dick, several times coming close to pausing, ti

Howdy, Neighbour: Melanie - The cherry date and the next phase of Ken’s love life. (erotic coupling) By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I’m going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I’m honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken’s cheek. “I’m so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It’ll be super special. I can hardly wait. I’m wet just thinking about it.” “Are you nervous babykins? I’ll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won’t hurt me.” “I’m so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy’s hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae’s are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy’ and Angela’s discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head’ was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another’s CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir’. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We’re gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I’ll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken’s cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don’t. Me too,’” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela’s butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela’s tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stret

Confession of a Parish Lecher - Father Jim Reconciles his two separate lifestyles. Did God ever ask him to remain celebate for life? By GrushaVashnadze. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Oh yeah, cunt!” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah, hot fucking cunt!” he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful, pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss. The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide. “Oh, yeah, baby, I’m gonna fuck that cunt so hard,” he continued. “I’m gonna ram my fucking cock deep in your hot pussy, I’m gonna feel your juicy cunt around my cock, and then I’m gonna fucking come inside you, I’m gonna spurt all my fucking cum deep in your hot fuck-hole till you scream in pleasure. You want that, baby, you want that?” But there was no answer from the buxom blonde beauty. For she was but a centrefold in a magazine, lying open before him on his bed. One picture among many, actually, for his eiderdown was covered with a selection of his collected periodicals, open to his favourite pages, featuring a variety of nude beauties, all displaying themselves, he liked to think, purely for his pleasure. His cock throbbed as he stroked it, thumb and two fingers gently rubbing the glans while the palm of his hand wrapped itself around the shaft. He admired his carefully-ordered “cunt collage” as he liked to call it. The buxom blond (“Jenny”, according to the caption) occupied pride of place in the centre of his bed. Surrounding her were half a dozen other centrefolds: “Sabrina”; dark-haired, with huge natural flowing boobs, left hand holding her pussy open whilst one delicate finger of the right curled knuckle-deep into her arsehole; “Brea”; blonde and skinny, with pert breasts, irresistibly smouldering eyes, and a shaven pussy; “Elsa” bleached blond hair, sweet “next-door-girl” smile, hairy blonde cunt with’ “oh fuck!” he muttered, as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in delight, gorgeous flappy cunt-lips which dangled, glistening with little beads of pussy-juice… He paused his cock-stroking, looking away and upwards at the ceiling, in order to calm himself down: he didn’t want to come too soon. Not yet. Just in time, the phone rang. Nervously he scrabbled for the receiver. “Hi Jimmy!” It was the sultry voice he was expecting. “It’s Beattie here, wiff yer fantasy call.” “ Beattie, how are you?” “Oh, Jimmy, I’m feeling so fuckin’ horny this evening, I’m been so looking forward to our call.” “Talk to me, Beattie,” said Jimmy, as he resumed slowly massaging his dick. “Oh, you know me, Jimmy, I just can’t get enough fuckin’. I’m sitting here on my bed, and I’m wearin’ this skimpy negligee, and I’ve shaved my pussy just for you, and it’s so fuckin’ wet, Jimmy, I just can’t wait for you to ram yer big cock in there. D'ye wanna do that, Jimmy?” Beattie’s voice was warm and breathy, something she had practised and honed over the months she had been calling him. Jimmy knew that, these days, he could instead be watching a video online, or a camgirl,  but he was a man of habit and tradition, and he loved the way things used to be when he was younger, when porn was always magazines, and audio invariably meant the telephone. And so he sat at the head of his bed, stroking his cock, listening to Beattie’s breathy seductive personalised filth, whilst he continued to ogle his favourite magazine nudes. As Beattie spoke, his eyes continued to roam the pages spread ope