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

Roommate’s Boyfriend My roommate’s boyfriend takes care of my needs. by Ginger_Sun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had been on a single stint for a while. It had been over a year since having any sexual pleasure from a man. During that time, I watched my roommate have visits from her boyfriend on a weekly basis. One Saturday, my roommate and her boyfriend were out on a date. I was in the living room watching a movie when they got back in. They sat down and joined me. Seeing them on the couch flirting with each other, knowing they were going to get frisky later, in one sense made me jealous and in another turned me one a bit. My roommate excused herself to the bathroom. We kept watching the movie without talking. I glanced over to catch him staring at me chest. First, I was a bit annoyed, but then I looked down myself and saw my nipples poking through. I had not been wearing a bra sitting around and getting a bit turned on had made them hard. I blushed and looked back at him with a brief smile before turning away. My roommate then returned, taking him away to her room. On this evening, they were getting it on and got particularly loud. I turned down my TV volume so I could listen in as they each moaned in pleasure. This made me extraordinarily horny. After they finished, I turned the TV back up and eventually fell asleep on the couch. Later in the night I woke up, still horny with my pussy throbbing for attention. I went into my own room and pulled my bullet vibe out of my drawer and started rubbing it around on my lips. I could not help but start to moan a bit myself as juice started to run down my leg. I heard the hallway bathroom door open and quickly went quiet and rushed to turn off the vibrator, hoping my roommate had not heard me. The footsteps were gone and I thought she had made it back to bed. But then I heard my bedroom doorknob start to turn. Her boyfriend peaked in. I blushed even though he could not see me in the dark. But then he asked, “Can I help you with that?” He must have heard the vibrator! I was so horny, all I could do was nod my head yes. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to my bed. He picked up my vibrator, turn it on, and pushed it up inside me. “Yeah, you are wet. Let me take care of that.” With the vibrator up inside me, he stroked his fingers on the outside of my night shirt. My nipples became rock solid. Then he began to message my breasts. I started to moan a bit again, but he put his finger over my lip reminding me we needed to be quiet. The secrecy of getting it on with my roommates boyfriend along with the stimulation of the vibrator inside me was getting me very turned on. My pussy was begging for more. I put my hand on his crotch and could feel he was rock solid inside his pants. I began rubbing on the outside to tease him. He gave an approving smile and turned up the vibrator to show his appreciation. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was much larger than I expected. My roommate had found a treasure toy for sure. I rubbed it in my hands imagining what it would feel like inside me. He then ran his hands down from my breasts along my stomach to my clit. It was very swollen. The vibrator inside me, my hand on his cock, and his fingers on my clit was almost more stimulation than I could take. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. My body started shivering. I did not even notice that he had removed the vibrator until I felt his tongue stroke my pussy. I had not been eaten out in a long time. My body quivered each time as he stroked up and down. I could feel the juices running down as he graciously licked them up. When I started to breath heavy, he let up and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt my legs spread and then he slid inside me. “That’s what I remember,” went through my mind. I felt him slowly thrust in and out. The angle had his penis pressing right on my g-spot. With each revolution, I could feel myself swelling slightly

Training the Trophy by  Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Part 1, Finding the Ultimate Trophy Wife. No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this. Through luck and industry, I have become a wealthy man. This alone is infinitely attractive to women. No matter what they may claim or espouse, how much they assert their feminism or independence, a woman desires a wealthy man to provide for them and offer financial security. Other than my wealth, and my sexual appetite, I am an utterly unremarkable man. Some women, more than you may imagine, are willing to exchange their full sexual servitude in for financial security and social status. My wife is such a woman. I found her in a gentleman’s club. An upscale topless club where young women danced on stage in lingerie and revealing costumes, performing exotic dance routines for assembled clients while revealing their breasts and stripping to a G-string. Following their performance, the young girls would circulate among the patrons, making small talk and soliciting private lap dances in a more private setting in the back rooms of the club for large tips. This was the perfect resource to find what I was looking for. Firstly, it acted as a kind of living catalog. Without the absurd constraints and antiquated conventions of “dating”, I could quickly review a large number of potential trophy wives before beginning the indoctrination into my marriage and trophy wife training and optimization program. I am a businessman, and as such, I admire efficiency and a well-run process. In advance of my trophy wife assessment and selection I consulted with a friend who is a marriage counselor and a behavioral psychologist. He holds a Ph.D. in training psychology. After describing my objectives to him in obtaining the ideal trophy wife, he and I worked together closely under contract for months to create an optimal, scientifically configured, trophy wife selection, indoctrination and training program. This included an ongoing maintenance and administration routine for my eventual trophy wife. Once our perfect trophy wife curriculum was developed, I simply went to various upscale gentleman’s clubs to locate the very best trophy wife to my specific tastes and purposes. She must have brown hair and brown eyes. Round cheeks and a full face with a round nose. Preferably European in heritage. While her figure must fall within very specific parameters for hip measurement, leg length, buttocks shape, overall height and weight, her breast size and shape are not critical at intake since modern breast augmentation surgery means that any girl can have any breasts. Perfect breasts exactly to my liking would be an add-on at a specific phase of the acquisition and indoctrination process. In fact, consultation with the cosmetic surgeon who was already contracted to perform my prospective trophy wife’s optimization had given me specific guidelines to look for in shopping for the right candidate. It was best to start with a young girl, 18-20, who was a 32 or 34 B cup bra size. This would be the perfect platform for creating a large, firm, high-breasted girl who would be a tailor-made 32-34DD cup after upgrade. After her work was completed, she would have large, firm, high breasts with dark, upturned nipples atop big areolae that puffed out from her tits in a constant state of erection and apparent arousal. Her hips should be full, her buttocks round, firm and elevated, her waist trim and narrow, tapering down from her curvy, reproductive hips. Her legs should be modera

Her After School StudA good teacher makes a bad decision to help a student pass. by kotochaos. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chapter One: First Time Morgan Klein stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when Chris dropped his pants. To say she was impressed would be an understatement. A smile crawled slowly onto her face as she took in his limp manhood-boyhood, really-and found him larger than her husband at her husband’s proudest moment. More impressive was the fact that Chris wasn’t even hard yet, though he swelled rapidly under her gaze, growing to an even more impressive size when finished. She could hardly believe it when she took him in hand and found that her fingers could not meet around him. This was Morgan’s third year teaching. She was a secondary English teacher and had, the year before, tutored Chris after school. Chris was a tall, brooding sort. He came from a broken home with a single mom in their struggling rural community. His mother did what she could, but she was uneducated herself and, between three jobs, hardly had time to help Chris at all. When he had moved on from eleventh grade, his mother had personally told Morgan’s principal that Morgan was her savior. Since then, Morgan has taken a vested interest in Chris’ development. Moving into twelfth grade when he should have been ready for graduation, Chris began struggling again. Morgan had been patient at first, but she saw her success quickly withering into failure. Desperate to make a turnaround, she had agreed to a deal which she never thought she would have agreed to before. In her desperation, she had agreed to give Chris an orgasm for a good grade, and Chris eagerly accepted. That was how he ended up fully erect in her face, his massive dick throbbing and leaking in her hand. Chris’ penis was nothing like any she had ever seen before. It was something out of a practical joke or a legend. Not only was he thick, but he was monstrously long, too, and his crown was shiny red and dribbling precum as he pulsed and throbbed in her palm. Clearly aroused, she was surprised that he hadn’t exploded all over her already. Despite her better judgement, she was flattered at his arousal. Chris stammered as Morgan stared down his shaft. She looked him in the eyes, and he looked away, blushing. “Y-you, Mrs. Klein, you don’t have to.” Morgan smiled. Staring down this length, she wondered how he could be brave enough to suggest it but frightened when it happened. His bravado drained the moment he gave her the paper, but she was glad to see that he hadn’t deflated at all once after his pants were opened. A lesser man might grow limp with anxiety, but Chris’ nerves only seemed to make him harder. “No, Chris, a promise is a promise,” she said, stroking him slowly. She met his gaze again, and her smile broadened as she saw his cheeks growing red. “You got the grade, so you’ll get your reward for it. I just wasn’t expecting, um, it to be such a LARGE task.” She moved her hand to his root and held him at the base so that she could appreciate his full length. Morgan was a small woman, with small hands, and Chris looked only more impressive by comparison. Despite his length and girth, his pubic hair was sparse and thin, possibly due to his age, she didn’t know. She felt silly to be in this situation at all, let alone contemplating the logistics of hair growth in teens. In her second year of teaching, she had been instructed to pick a student and make them her cause. Now, holding Chris hard in her hands, she feels even better about her choice. She held him in both hands and stroked him idly, gathering his precum and smearing it along his shaft. Not a virgin, Morgan has always been pretty and enjoyed male attention. She had never been with someone like Chris, though. Despite his youth, Chris was tall and fit. He still held the A in his hand, clutched tightly and slightly crumpled as she stroked him. He was embarrassed, but he was also throbbing and, measuring at least twelve

Erica Takes Gary Home,  She sees an opportunity for personal development.   by Bozencat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Hey Erica, wait up.” It was Gary. I hardly knew him except that he sat behind me in the programming class. “Hey Gary.” “I’m headed this way, I thought I’d walk down with you if that’s ok?” “Ok, let’s walk.” We were in this programming boot camp at the business school. I wasn’t like, some geek, but I needed a job, so I was ‘upskilling’. Whatever. “You’re really good at programming, Erica,” said Gary. “Thanks Gary.” Was he a bit simple? It wasn’t hard, we were only at like step 1.0.easy. “Are you going to look for a dev role after the course? You’d be really good, I’ll bet.” This went on for a couple of blocks until I stopped really paying attention. Gary was ok; a big blonde jock, but he didn’t come across with the kind of macho bullshit attitude of some of them I’ve known have. “You’ve got such a great ass, Erica.” “Wait, what?” “I mean you are so hot.” “You actually said that out loud, Gary. You’re not some sort of freak, are you?” “No! I’ve got a girlfriend, well, I had till last weekend.” “You murdered her?” “Aw Erica, I’m not like that. No way. We’d been screwing and later, while she was asleep, I was still so turned on I started jacking off, and she woke up just as I came on her.” This was the first time Gary had spoken to me beyond a couple of questions about Python, and now he was telling me this? I didn’t know whether to laugh or look for a cop and have him shoot Gary. “She was screaming all this stuff about consent and shit, and she was really mad, then she just got up and left. Texted me to never contact her again.” “Yeah, consent, you know that’s a thing, right?” “I know, it’s not like she was some girl on the street, I mean we were actually in bed after screwing, you know?” Gary was saying all this with such straight-faced honesty, and he seemed so kind of bewildered by his girl’s reaction, I couldn’t help laughing. “I know. I’m sorry Erica: I’m a little too quick to open up, you know?” “No way.” “My mom always says my mouth will get me a million dollars or jail time.” “What has it got you so far?” “Well, neither one of them so far. A lot of girls though. A lot of buddies, and I once got my swim team a whole set of protein shakes for free.” “Well, good luck with the million dollars, Gary. I guess that explains why you are always talking in class.” “I’m asking questions. Maybe some of the other people are too shy to ask them themselves.” I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think a lot of them are that shy. It wouldn’t have anything to do with getting that instructor over to wave her titties in your face?” “Who, Lana? Yeah, man she has some rack on her. And she does! There they are, right in my face, and when she leans over to type on my keyboard they sit right on my shoulder.” “You make them sound like a pair of parrots.” “Yeah, big chubby parrots, just waiting to take off. Do you think she likes me?” “I don’t know, she’s got a full stack right there, so maybe she’s ok for front end development.” “Hey, that’s good. You’re so quick, Erica. You know, I only ask so many questions because I am distracted with you sitting in front of me. I just can’t look anywhere else when you stand up.” “Right.” “You’ve got such a great ass.” “So you said.” Was it creepy, having the guy who sat behind you in class telling you you had a great ass? It sounds creepy, and probably should have been, but Gary said it with a kind of innocent charm, like it was the most natural compliment you could pay a girl, like, your hair looks great, or I love your nails. Fact is I was getting this little thrill out of Gary’s openness. He was outrageous, but it was kind of sexy, him telling me I had a great ass. Some men I’d fucking puke on if they said it, but Gary was like a big kid. A big kid I’d like to fuck. Whoa, what? “Every time you stand up, I just want to reach out and grab your ass.” “That would get you a slap to go, Gary. G

The Feeling Is Mutual, They are old friends and they need the same thing - relief. by RubyRyan. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “It was nice to see you too, Mrs. Smith, and I will definitely tell my Mama you asked about her,” I crooned, guiding one of my many little, old ladies towards the exit of my practice. I hope she can’t smell the alcohol I’m sweating out, but honestly, she’s a vintage Southerner. She’d never point out something like that. Mrs. Smith continued, “I always look forward to this appointment. You’re just the most wonderful young man with the best manners.” “Well, thank you, Mrs. Smith. I am hardly a young man any longer, but I do appreciate the compliment.” It’s Friday. I’m hungover. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks. WEEKS. This moment feels like hell. I need to be finished walking this patient out (Why am I even doing this?), get my keys, and hit the Waffle House, maybe even a nap in my car. I am not going to make it like this. I’m pretty sure Mrs. Johnson was still talking when I closed her passenger side door. I pretended not to notice and backed away, smiling and waving. Jogging past the front desk, I let our receptionist know that I’m heading out for a long lunch. “I have some things to do, so I’ll be gone a while,” I mumble distractedly. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but you still have one appointment before lunch,” Sarah laughs. Sarah is the receptionist. Sarah is in her twenties and does not get hangovers, and I don’t think she really hates to tell me that. I hate Sarah right now. “No fucking way!” I bark. “Yep. And here she comes,” Sarah said, raising her eyebrows and cutting her eyes to the door. I don’t even bother to look. I turn on my heel and head for my office. I have to get a Coke and something to eat. I don’t care who she is. The second gulp of full-test Coke starts to slow the tremble in my hands. Jerky. Peanut butter & cheese crackers. A few burps. I cannot keep this up. I feel like shit. With my head on my desk, I make a promise I’ve made many times before: I am 42 years old. Tonight I will go to bed early. I won’t get mad when my wife rejects my advances, and I won’t pick a fight over it. I won’t get drunk and sleep on the couch. I’ll just be a well-rested, miserable guy who isn’t getting laid. Just a man who makes all the money for all the things but can’t get his dick wet. Fuck my life. Just then, Sarah texts to let me know that my patient is in Room #2. Great. Stretch. Face slaps. Eye drops. Deep breath. I just need to get through this last appointment, and then I’ll be home free to the weekend. I open the door to the exam room and see a face I’ve seen many times before. “Emily. Wow! It’s so good to see you. How did I not realize you were coming in?” I close the door behind me and plop down on my rolling chair. Emily is a very old friend. Well, really more than a friend. We were couple friends when we were all first married, but before that, Emily and I had spent a great deal of time dry humping and groping each other starting the Summer after high school graduation, pretty much every time we were home from college, and then until we both married other people. God, what great memories - so many blowjobs and hand jobs, so much heavy breathing and desire, coaxing her from one base to the next. Jesus, I felt like a god the first time she let me touch those amazing tits. And then teaching her how to suck my cock. Fuck. How did I never get in her panties? Jesus, what a waste! And here I am now, in my 40s, still not getting laid and still mentally dry humping Emily Masterson. Ugh. “Hi, there. It’s ok. I’m sure the last name threw you off,” she replied sweetly. Rolling over to her on my chair, I glance down and pretend to examine the name on the file with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess so. I haven’t known an Emily Masterson in what, 20 years?” She blushes and laughs, wringing her hands in her lap, “Oh, my god. It’s so funny to think of the Emily Masterson you knew then.” Oh, she

The Limo Driver, An interesting sexual proposition arises. by  Bumpinguglies. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As he drove his taxi in the dead of night through the pouring rain he noticed a couple in a doorway sheltering from the unexpected rain storm, desperately trying to hail a cab. Pulling up to the curb, he picked up his umbrella, got out and dashed over to them and one by one escorted them under the umbrella to his cab. Getting back in the driver’s seat, he looked at them in the rear vision mirror. She was middle aged with an attractive face and from what he could tell, had a nice body. He was well dressed and quite a bit older than her. “Thank you. That was good of you doing that to keep us dry.” The man said. He then gave the cabbie their address and they set off. Rich thought the cabbie. He had recognized the suburb the man had given him. He hadn’t been wrong. Driving through imposing gates and up a graveled drive, he stopped outside the front of their mansion. As he had done when he picked them up, he escorted them from the cab to the front portico of their house under his umbrella. “Thank you.” Said the man again, impressed with his courtesy, handing him a fifty dollar note as a tip. He thanked the gentleman and made to return to his cab. “No wait, listen.” He called out and the cabbie stopped. “We have just lost our driver and my wife is interviewing for a new one tomorrow. After your service tonight, we would be happy if you would consider applying for the position. It would be far better paid than driving your taxi. What do you think?” “Hell yes.” Said the cabbie, smiling. “Good!” said the man. “Be here at two thirty.” Thanking them and promising to return the next day, he got back in his cab and drove off. As promised, at two thirty he was parked in their driveway. She came out to greet him and escorted him inside and into a lavish living room. Waiving him into a seat, she sat opposite. In the light, she looked even more attractive in a mature way and her body was as good as he imagined, dressed in an expensive mid length skirt and expensive blouse that accentuated all the right curves. After explaining the live-in position and the salary, she told him he would need to take her on a test drive just to see how well he handled the limo and how comfortable she felt with his driving. It seemed like an odd request, but what the hell. The limo was long and black with dark tinted windows and he was immediately comfortable in the driver’s seat. Driving it out of the garage and to the front of the house, he held the door open for her as she climbed in the back seat. At her request, the glass panel between the front seat and the back of the car was left down as they set off. Her directions took them out into the country onto windy deserted roads until she instructed pull over into a layby. “You drive very well.” She said. “There’s just one more test left.” He looked at her anxiously in the rear vision mirror. “How well do you fuck.” She said, looking back at him. He didn’t know what to say. “Turn the car off and come back here.” She told him. By the time he had switched off the car and opened the back door she had her blouse undone, her skirt pulled up and one bent leg against the back of the seat, the other stretched out into the foot well showing off her panties. She patted the seat between her legs and as he slid across it, she pulled him to her, pressing his mouth to hers. As they kissed, he pulled her bra down off one breast and cupped it, rubbing its hardening nipple. He could feel her arousal and felt her hands undoing his pants. He was already hard when she pushed them down, releasing his rigid cock. His hand left her breast and slid between her legs, his fingers hungrily rubbing her through her panties. As her fingers curled around the hard shaft of his cock and started to pull him, he pulled her panties aside and slipped his fingers deep between her pussy lips and into her wet eager slit. Moa

Home Sex Education, by tinman69s. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Stepbrother Introduces me to Handy Orgasms. My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story! First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was about 17 years old. After a couple of years, my Mom re-married. We moved into my step-dad’s house. My step-dad was a really nice guy and he had a good-looking son who lived with him. The only problem there was that he really didn’t want anything to do with me (because “I was in the way” and ‘a pain"). Anyway, my step-dad’s house was a two-story one, with a basement. The basement had been finished and Gary had his bedroom and bathroom down there. That was fine with me because that gave me the whole upstairs to myself. Gary, my step-brother, went to the local tech school and worked part-time to pay for his car. He did have a really cool car, a Camaro, jet black, mag wheels, T-tops, loud mufflers and a good stereo system in it. I really liked the car, but Gary wouldn’t let me run around with him because I was “too young”. Other than that, he and I got along really good. About a year or so after we moved in there, I was having a problem with some of my homework, and Mom and “Dad” were out, so I went downstairs to see if Gary could help me with my math. As I walked thru the game room to Gary’s bedroom, I could hear his music playing and I figured he was still up and maybe studying too. Well, being the young teen that I was, I just pushed the door open, without knocking, and almost fainted!!! Gary was sitting on his bed with a “girlie” magazine beside him and he was playing with his “Thing”!!!! I almost choked, and he heard me. He jumped up and tried to get his “thing” back in his shorts, but he was fumbling too much. I guess I scared him and he yelled at me to “Get out”! But I couldn’t move, I was just staring at his “thing”. I had heard other girls talking about what they looked like, but I had never seen one. Gary yelled again for me to get out but I just shook my head “no” still staring! I guess he realized suddenly that he might be in big trouble if I should say anything to my Mom or his Dad about what I caught him doing. I moved my focus to the magazine (he must have forgotten about it being there on the bed) and I walked over and picked it up. The girl in the magazine was really beautiful and naked and had two fingers in her privates!! I, of course, didn’t understand this. I looked up at Gary, (who had finally gotten “it” back into his shorts;) and just pointed at the girl in the photo and where her hand was. I still had not said a word! Gary took the magazine and closed it and said “Debbie, I’m sorry, Please don’t tell on me. I’ll be grounded for life! And Dad might take my car keys away from me. Please?” After looking at the picture and seeing his thing hanging out, I was feeling kinda funny. A feeling I had not had before. But I gathered my senses and got brave and said to him “Gary, I’ve heard the girls talking, especially in the locker room, about boy’s private parts, but I’ve never seen one up close. And I want to see yours! So if you will sit down and let me look at it good, I won’t tell anyone what happened, I promise.” Gary looked at me for a moment and said “Promise-Hope to die?” I said “Yes Gary, Hope to die.” Gary sat down on the bed and pulled it back out of his shorts, but now it wasn’t stiff like it was when he was playing with it. I asked him, “What happened to it, why is it not stiff anymore?” He said “Debbie, Can I call you Sis? I’ve always wanted a little sister.” I agreed he could. “Now tell me about your thing, what happened to it?” I said. Gary tried as best he could to explain it to me in really nice terms, about how it gets excited and when it gets excited, it gets stiff

Cock, Available For Marriage.Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one. All females received free memberships, but as a male, I’d have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn’t looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn’t all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you’ll find an address for a doctor’s appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don’t spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was gi

Lurid Mythology: Psyche & Cupid - part 2 Psyche finally gets to see her lover. by luststruck96. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Psyche’s other sister had gotten married and she was coming to visit her. Psyche wore a cloak over her dress, careful to cover the marks scattered over her body. Psyche’s sister, Free, had become very unhappy with her life, but she relished in the fact that her beautiful and more popular sister had yet to be married. She wished that Psyche would be cursed with a barren life or a wretched husband. As Psyche poured tea for her sister, her cloak had slightly fallen away from her skin, and Free had caught a glimpse of the bites on her skin. “Psyche, leave the tea and sit down.” Psyche sat next to her sister compliantly. As Free began to untie Psyche’s cloak, Psyche tried to interfere, but her sister simply sent a narrowed look her way. As Free uncovered the marks on Psyche’s skin, Psyche finally began to feel the shame of her actions. Free pulled Psyche’s dress further down, witnessing the marks that marred her breasts. Free looked with envy as she saw how beautiful her sister was even with the bites in her skin. They almost made her more beautiful and she noticed the glow of her sister’s skin. “Are you having sex before marriage?” Her sister asked in disgust. Psyche told her sister everything. From the way she was blindfolded, to how she was hesitant, to the masculine body she felt against hers, to how he promised to be her husband. Her sister’s jealousy grew at the tale of how her sister had been thoroughly satisfied. Even without marriage, she was getting a better life than herself. A few days into marriage and Free had discovered that despite having a rich husband, her husband was far older than her. He also never cared to sate her desires, but would use her to release his own anger. She had also noticed how he would stare at other women including Psyche. There was even a time where he moaned her name while having sex with Free. Free cleared her throat. “He’s obviously a troll.” Psyche looked a little taken back. “But his voice was so tender, and he felt… I don’t think he’s a troll.” “Then why would he not let you see him. You cannot be married to someone you don’t know the identity of.” As night fell, the words of her sister echoed in Psyche’s ears, but she had a plan. She slept in a red slip dress, going to bed a little earlier as she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. An hour later she hear the sound of ruffling clothes as she quietly grabbed the torchlight from next to her and held it up to see the man. Her hand immediately dropped as she looked at the man with wide eyes. “Cupid?” Without realizing, her eyes trailed down his naked form. The chiseled muscles that grazed his arms, his abs that led to… she moved her eyes back to his face. He was truly beautiful. His eyes were a dark blue that would put the ocean to shame. His face was rugged and angular, a beauty in on itself. She couldn’t believe she kissed those lips or touched the messy hair that laid beautifully over his head. His eyes darkened as he continued to look at her as if assessing her. “I told you not to look Psyche.” The tone of his voice darkened, not as loving as the previous nights. He approached her in a predatory manner and she moved back on the bed, but he grabbed her leg, pulling her towards him. Her dress had also pulled up to expose her thighs, and she noticed his lustful eyes immediately dart down. “Why didn’t you want me to know?” she asked with a steady voice despite her fear. Anger filled his eyes once again as he reached up to the neckline and tore the dress down the center. Psyche froze at the sudden action as she looked at him defiantly. He positioned himself between her legs, and pressed his body against hers. He tore her undergarments off as well and she shivered with the ease at which he did that. “Why?” she asked again, with more hesitancy in my voice. Without warning, he pushed his member inside