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  • Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 2
    Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 2
    Jack can't resist his neighbor's daughter and her friend.

    by

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

    out."

    My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for

    my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out
    for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it.

    "It will be good to get you out of the house and they

    will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my
    mom in Austin."

    Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke

    my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My
    cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed.

    "You do need to start going on real dates though Jack.

    In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration."

    Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack

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

    I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was

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

    I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls

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

    I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he

    door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem
    too anxious.

    Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower

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

    I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and

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

    "Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I

    had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had
    agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may
    have told Tina about her visit.

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

    The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to

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

    When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant

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

    I ordered a nice bottle of wine at Tina's suggestion. I knew

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

    I choked a little when she got to the dirtiest parts but

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

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

    Jack?"

    I coughed, genuinely taken aback and started to try to

    answer,

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

    Tina laughed and Sophia giggled. Sophia, who had not been

    joining in Tina's risque talk, suggested,

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

    I thought of how she had me jack myself off while my face

    was buried in her ass and blushed brightly.

    "Oh Sophia!" Tina said in mock horror, chuckling.

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

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

    taunted.

    She started to wiggle her toes, stroking my cock casually

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

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

    your place?"

    She knew I did, she had left some there. I assumed she

    wanted me to say yes but I was thinking through the implications of the two of
    them came to my place to smoke. I felt like she had all the power over me
    through her little toes.

    "Yes; I; "

    "Goodie!" she exclaimed and she motioned for the

    waiter to bring us the check.

    After I paid I ordered an uber to take us back, having had

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

    I was rock hard so of course had to refuse their invitations

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

    Tina giggled and suddenly sat in my lap, still very wet. Her

    pink nipples were completely visible through her wet bra and

    "You remember I used to sit in your lap Uncle

    Jack?" she said, her words slurring from all the wine.

    "I; yes; um;" I was unsure where to put my

    hands, though I wanted desperately to stroke her leg. I thought about her
    mother stroking my leg earlier.

    Tina giggled as she wiggled her ass back and forth. "I

    don't remember you lap having this 'bump' though!"

    I was mortified and felt the heat rising in my face, but my

    cock pushed proudly against her ass cheeks. Tina's phone rang and she reached
    over for it. It was her boyfriend.

    "Yeah; just hanging out with Sophia" she said

    then stifled a giggle as she wriggled her ass on my cock again.

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

    Tina told Sophia the plans she had made, all the while

    sitting on my lap. She then turned to me, "Thanks again for dinner Uncle
    Jack." She seemed to say 'uncle' with mockery. "Hope we can do it
    again soon!"

    Tina kissed me on the cheek, gave me one last push of her

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

    My head was spinning as I watched the two of them run next

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

    I shook my head and reminded myself that they were only 18.

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

    Sated, I went to my bedroom, took off my pants and decided

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

    "Jack; Jack."

    I opened my eyes and saw Sophia's big brown eyes looking

    into mine. She smirked down at me.

    "Have you been dreaming about my sweet ass?" she

    asked in a sing-song voice.

    Half awake I murmured, "I have."

    Sophia giggled. I watched her strip off her t shirt, her

    tits just above me, but when I raised my head to suck them she slapped me
    playfully.

    "No no, those are not for you." she scolded.

    "You know what you want."

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

    nodded dumbly.

    "Ask me nicely." she said then before I could

    answer added, "Beg."

    Well of course I begged. I pleaded with her, telling her

    truthfully I had never seen as ass as perfect as hers, how I had been
    fantasizing about kissing it again.

    Finally Sophia giggled, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled

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

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

    I watched this 18 year old beauty climbed on to the bed

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

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

    said.

    I was so turned on at that moment. My hand grabbed my rock

    hard cock and I started to lick her ass crack.

    "Deeper!" she said, swatting my cock playfully. I

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

    "Umm, Fuck!; Hmm"

    She was now bouncing her ass up and down on my face. I could

    feel her wetness on my chin. She was using me and I loved it.

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

    me!"

    I would have cum already if I hadn't just jacked off. I could

    feel I wasn't going to last much longer.

    "Tell me you'd rather have your tongue in my ass than

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

    "Who knew you'd be such a good plaything Jack?"

    she asked rhetorically. One of the boys tonight was desperate to fuck me, but I
    kept thinking how nice it would be to have you tongue my ass with no
    expectations.

    I wasn't sure what to say. Sophia got dressed while I lay

    there then slapped my face softly and kissed my lips.

    "Don't forget what you told me Jack." she

    whispered before she left me there, wondering how life got so confused and I
    got so lucky.

    Teenaged Tina pushes her teasing even further.

    My beautiful young neighbor Tina was on my mind before I

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

    Then, almost as if summoned, I heard Tina as she opened the

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

    "Umm; hi!" I managed to say.

    The boy jumped, but Tina seemed rather unfazed, almost as if

    she expected I might be there.

    I turned away when Tina got out of the pool, but managed to

    catch a glance of her toned young, nude body. She giggled as she got a towel
    and wrapped herself in it while her boyfriend put on his pants as he
    apologized.

    "Uncle Jack this is my friend Bobby", Tina said

    with a smile. "Hope we didn't bother you Jack; we just came over for a
    quick swim."

    Bobby shook my hand looking sheepish. Tina didn't seem

    contrite at all, and it was evident she was feeling no pain. My cock stiffened
    as she walked over in her towel and stood above me.

    "I used to come her all the time as a child." she

    said, presumably talking to Bobby but looking me right in the eyes. "I
    would swim for hours and sit in Jack's lap."

    With that she plopped herself on my lap, It was evident she

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

    "I feel bad you don't get any action." Tina said

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

    She was just grinding a little now but her teasing had me

    ready to cum in my pants like a teenager.

    Tina looked up at her boyfriend who was bare chested in

    shorts. "Umm; I bet, since you don't have anyone; you'd like
    to; watch?"

    Having had a few drinks myself, and being extremely

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

    "Yes; let's do that for him Bobby. Not nice just to

    use his pool and run."

    Bobby seemed to track with her as he put his hand and

    gallantly helped her out of my lap. I immediately missed her warmth, but things
    moved quickly and I

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  • Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 1
    Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 1
    Divorced man is tempted by girls next door.

    By writemarksmith.
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    I

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

    We

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

    This

    all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but
    our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the
    company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags.

    I

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

    As

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

    “Jack?!

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

    It

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

    We

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

    Any

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

    “Why

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

    Amy

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

    I

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

    “Welcome

    back Uncle Jack!”

    I

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

    We

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

    Amy

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

    Finally

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

    “You’re

    quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about.

    Tina

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

    “You’re

    always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly.

    Tina’s

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

    Tina

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

    We

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

    “Actually,”

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

    My

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

    “Yes!”

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

    Amy

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

    As

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

    I

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

    Sofia

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

    “Hello

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

    I

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

    The

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

    We

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

    That

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

    Just

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

    I

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

    “Sorry

    Mr. Brown.” she said.

    As

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

    “We

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

    I

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

    I

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

    As

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

    I

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

    “So…umm…none

    of the guys were your boyfriend?”

    Sofia

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

    I

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

    “You

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

    Sofia

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

    She

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

    As

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

    “Really!”

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

    With

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

    I

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

    “I

    mean, not; just that I think;”

    Sofia

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

    She

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

    “I

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

    “Oh,

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

    “Mr.

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

    She

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

    “I’m…so

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

    She

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

    “This

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

    Sofia

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

    With

    that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely

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  • Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2
    Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2
    Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.

    Based on the post by cb summers,

    in 2 parts. Listen to
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    PART TWO – October 6, 1992

    Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot

    chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my
    grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me
    which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot,
    blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah,
    and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”

    She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen,

    Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly.
    Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow
    pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock
    en suck en.”

    Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels

    together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,”
    then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead’s soft little
    hand.

    Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American

    girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here
    is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she’s an actual ho!” I clicked my heels
    together, and kissed Heidi’s hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von
    Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white
    skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my
    lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.

    Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles

    painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden,
    Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed,
    then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very
    nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass
    again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right
    on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of
    myself. My grandfather’s DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I
    raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”

    Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together

    from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I
    saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her
    glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to
    see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn’t take
    my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she
    just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen!
    You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.

    I don’t know what came over me, but I took her wrist

    in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob
    en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked
    them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and
    her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?

    I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by

    playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted,
    “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She
    didn’t even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged
    me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.

    I’d been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew

    the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a
    few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping
    and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to
    polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is
    anybody’s guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and
    shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason
    popped to mind even though I thought I’d forgotten it years ago “O'
    zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”

    After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to

    hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon
    Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like
    fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was
    utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let
    all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked,
    because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her
    stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes
    smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the
    expression I’d seen on Briona’s face while Troy was
    fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!

    The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that

    year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga’s black friend,
    appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch.
    I’d never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it,
    so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I
    turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken,
    an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass
    into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was
    rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an
    incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started
    grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two
    Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi’s firm tits rubbing all over my back. My
    mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was
    Oktoberfest!

    Midnight in the campus park.

    Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up

    the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched
    with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga’s large, coppery tits
    flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time,
    so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her
    pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even
    started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock
    was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be
    rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of
    hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us
    with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I
    didn’t care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more
    power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh
    shit! They weren’t all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her
    nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.

    I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm

    coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits
    of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga’s
    harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but
    instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating
    against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her
    tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded
    mercifully away.

    Muschi’s paper pale face was flush with

    devastating sexiness, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past
    me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime
    experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi’s expression.
    She didn’t make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her
    lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited
    about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes
    staring past me, and looking down at Helga’s ample cleavage. Oh shit, she
    wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga’s beautiful copper
    colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally
    unaware of Muschi’s lustful looks.

    The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded

    around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark,
    and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand
    definitely squeezed another girl’s breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi
    Ho’s and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over
    their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully
    clothed orgy!

    But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and

    pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned
    back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind,
    obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was
    just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in
    hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to
    our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a
    drinker. When we’d run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still
    holding hands.

    After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice,

    “I lied to you earlier, my name’s not really Helga Boobenschtein.”

    “Ach du lieber! I’m shocked! Is

    it Boobenschteen after all?”

    She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie

    Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”

    I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don’t

    look German!”

    “No, my mother’s Brazilian. I got my black hair

    and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me
    these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color
    I’d ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.

    “Well, I have a surprise for you too. I’m not

    really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”

    Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That’s

    too perfect!”

    “My grandpa’s from Austria, and my

    grandma from my mother’s side is Bavarian.”

    “Oh my god. What are the odds that two

    half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in
    matching costumes? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in fate, or
    I’d say it was fate.”

    I laughed, “I don’t believe in fate, either, but

    show me the evidence, and I’ll be happy to reconsider. But in any large
    sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen
    to somebody. In this case, to us.”

    “Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”

    I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking

    about science. That’s what had derailed my date with Briona. So
    instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”

    She blushed. “I’m sorry about the girls.

    They’re a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is
    Barbara. She’s a lesbian.”

    “Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the

    hot for you, Annie.”

    Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her

    I’m not into it, but she just won’t give up. But I love
    her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn’t you?”

    I had no words for how much I’d enjoyed our dance. So

    I just blushed and smiled.

    She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic

    thrill. Then she said, “I’ve seen you around the labs. What’s
    your major?”

    “General science.”

    She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I’m

    just a freshman. I’m taking a bunch of different classes this year until
    I figure out what my passion is. But it’s definitely in the sciences. I
    love science. I love science. I’m taking this biology class right now,
    and we’re learning all about the…”

    As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face

    absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a
    luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the
    verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I
    loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did
    something else instead.

    I kissed her.

    It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa’s

    mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal
    crippling uncertainty. I didn’t even wait for her to finish her current
    sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She
    didn’t push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around
    me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately,
    lustfully as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her
    mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was
    a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into
    my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as
    much as me.

    We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making

    out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby
    streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making
    crude comments. But I didn’t care. This was my first French kiss, and I
    had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we
    kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the
    two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.

    Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel

    of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection,
    so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.

    She started shivering, and said, “My legs are

    freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my
    hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right.
    Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt
    thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz.
    The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I’d never felt
    anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and
    suppler.

    She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her

    calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her
    skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a
    little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment,
    but she didn’t. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties,
    and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks,
    squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but
    she didn’t make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my
    hands as she laughed.

    Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her

    crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I
    couldn’t believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my
    cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic,
    and all the while we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues,
    absolutely breathless with passion.

    We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the

    longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn’t believe
    we’d been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn’t last forever.
    There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly,
    we pulled back and just looked into each other’s eyes for a while. I
    found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my
    life, I could look into a woman’s eyes without glancing away nervously
    after a few seconds. I could look into Annie’s baby-blue eyes forever.

    Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.

    She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my

    dorm, liebchen?”

    “But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when

    she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot
    deal. In the light of day she’d notice how crooked my teeth were.
    She’d notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in
    hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe,
    a second date?

    She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way

    to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which
    was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm
    around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her
    right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb,
    giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust.
    I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it
    occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don’t know how I knew it, I
    just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed
    and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that
    way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing
    playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm.
    And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing
    straight ahead.

    I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer

    over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a
    girl’s only dorm. Boys weren’t allowed in at any time. But she
    steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the
    park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.”
    She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I’d never noticed
    before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her
    silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of
    her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I
    guess. Fear of dark places.

    The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but

    eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up
    and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the
    center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this
    secret place?

    We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we

    kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into
    a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed.
    I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by
    her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the
    front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and

    1 hr 6 min
  • Power of Dirndls & Lederhosen: Part 1
    The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1
    Hans channels his grandfather’s German roots, to overcome his
    inadequacies with women.

    Based on the post by cb summers,

    in 2 parts. Listen to
    the ►
    Podcast at Connected.


    September 22

    October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was

    blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in
    my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
    Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
    wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
    awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with
    other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life
    itself.

    I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They

    allowed me to escape myself. In textbooks I wasn’t a loveless,
    lonely virgin. I wasn’t an awkward, babbling dork. I didn’t have a
    disappointing body with deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with
    acne, and crooked teeth from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I
    didn’t become embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties,
    because there were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn’t even a me.
    Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe
    itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.

    It was a blessed relief from all the stress I’d been

    under of late. You see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I
    could understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But
    girls? They were a total mystery to me.

    My roommate Troy had been trying to share his

    ‘wisdom’ about the fairer sex with me, but it wasn’t easy for
    me to take his advice. After all, he was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided
    guys like him. You know, big dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular
    bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the natural
    world. He didn’t believe in evolution, because it just didn’t make
    sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie about it
    once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a guy like him to
    be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years suddenly transferred to
    Columbia just before school started in September, so Troy, was assigned to me
    at random.

    I’ll never forget the day I met the big dope. He

    swaggered into my room as if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a
    thick, strong neck, short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I
    hated him instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said,
    “Hi. I’m Hans. Hans Willis.”

    He replied, “Look dude, here’s the

    deal I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out
    some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob, don’t
    come in. Got it? Just assume I’m boning some chick. I don’t care if
    you have to sleep in the lobby, don’t come between me and my pussy. But
    don’t worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the
    sock, I’ll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name’s
    Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped
    it.

    A Crushing Defeat To The Neanderthal.

    But the one girl I actually did go on one date with,

    that September, ended up becoming my roommate’s main fuck
    buddy, Briona. She’s maybe the smartest female in the science department,
    but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy.  It
    wasn’t even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically
    ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my
    dorm, sulking myself to sleep.

    So there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September

    evening, when voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped
    in front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I
    recognized Troy’s voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don’t
    worry about my roommate. He’s asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”

    A girl’s voice whispered, “Really? I don’t

    know about this. Are you sure?”

    He answered loudly, “Yeah, I toldja, he’s

    on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things knock him
    out like a light. It’s actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don’t you
    see for yourself?”

    He was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them

    loudly on the floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I’d hear
    him so I could pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror.
    He’d never done anything like this before. He usually called me if
    he wanted to bring a girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have
    met this girl at some late night party, and didn’t think
    I’d agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning.
    So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To, what? Pretend to
    be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly indecent!
    Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my head at the same time.
    One: I don’t have time for this! I have to study! Two: Oh holy shit, oh
    holy shit, shit,!

    What a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but

    to play possum! I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to
    put my books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers
    messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn’t see them coming
    in, but I heard their voices.

    He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you?

    Out like a light.”

    She whispered, “No, really?”

    The door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show

    you.” He tromped over to me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up,
    roomie! The building’s on fire!” Then he leaned down close enough
    to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with it.” I didn’t make a
    peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It’s
    just you and me, sweetheart.’

    She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some

    killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”

    She fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking

    sounds I heard, he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn,
    what a caveman he was. But she didn’t complain. Soon she was making
    hungry little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I
    couldn’t believe they were making out, right there in my room! My cock
    started to harden. It was a good thing I’d turned to my side, or she
    might have seen a volcano rising under my sheets.

    I just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable

    to block out those sexy sounds. I couldn’t believe this was actually
    happening. But it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of
    a belt buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck
    yeah.”

    She giggled, saying, “Let’s see what you got in

    here, big boy. Oh, hot damn. It’s so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit
    around it. Fuck. I gotta get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made
    a wet slurping sound.

    Troy moaned deeply, “Oh, fuck.”

    Up to that very moment, I’d had no intention of

    peeking. But once I realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few
    feet away from me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was
    my blanket, well I just couldn’t resist. I had to see. I just had to! So
    I slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to form a
    shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was Troy’s
    rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked right at me. I
    thought he’d be pissed, but he just smiled and put his finger to his
    lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy showing off his brand new
    BB gun.

    With that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more

    open, and laid my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.

    Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my

    roommate’s big fat cock.

    I couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d

    suddenly seen my family being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying,
    yet I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t. Briona’s big,
    beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to the
    tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful bunny teeth were
    sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that frighteningly huge cock of
    his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.

    She must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on

    her knees, because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the
    confines of her lacy white bra. I’d been right all along. She had been
    hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were even
    bigger than I’d suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy white
    cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy’s cock
    with increasing eagerness.

    I watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn’t

    believe this was actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams
    was polishing a Neanderthal’s knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I
    just couldn’t wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway?
    I hadn’t told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech
    wasn’t a very big college, so this was just one of those random
    coincidences that happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to
    me, goddamn it!

    It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those

    full, beautiful lips, which I’d been too timid to kiss, were now sliding
    and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy’s throbbing meat. And her
    delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to me over the
    course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and flicking that
    sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the while she stroked his
    long shaft with those delicate hands I’d imagined holding in my own. Then
    she lifted his shaft, leaned forward and slurped his big, hairless balls into
    her mouth, making him grab his bedside table for support.

    “Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah, so fucking good.”

    I watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big

    beautiful nose occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found
    particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his salami and
    began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves, making her brown
    hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each
    stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his cock with so much slime that
    long strands of slobber dripped down onto her creamy white cleavage. God, I
    just about passed out at the sight of it. She tilted her head lithely side to
    side as she gulped his phallus, literally swallowing it until I could actually
    see the end of his massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was
    astonishing. She was making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she
    wasn’t choking on his cock; not one tiny bit.

    That’s when it dawned on me that she wasn’t a

    sweet little shy virgin after all. She’d obviously sucked a cock or
    twelve in her time. Hell, for all I knew, she did this sort of thing every
    single night of the year. I’d completely misjudged her. She hadn’t
    turned me down because she was too busy. She’d turned me down because I
    was a coward.

    Looking back, I suddenly realized that she’d been

    waiting for me to make some kind of move all night during our date. Now with
    hindsight twenty twenty, I could remember at least half a dozen
    opportunities for intimacy that I’d passed up. I could have held her hand
    at the art show. I could have sat next to her at dinner. I could have put my
    arm over her shoulder on the walk to her place. And that awkward silence
    before she closed the door? She’d definitely wanted me to kiss her!

    Idiot! Why Didn’t I Fucking Kiss Her? And if I

    had, then what? Would she have pulled me inside? Would she have dropped to
    her knees and pulled out my cock and started sucking me, just like she did with
    Troy? And then what? Would she have fucked me too?! Oh shit. I blew
    it. I fucking blew it.

    I closed the gap in my blankets, and closed my eyes, trying

    to stifle my sobs of crushing regret. Oh god, I was a pathetic excuse for a
    man. I wasn’t a man at all! I was a fucking Boy! Troy may have been a
    stupid caveman who didn’t believe in evolution, but did believe that a
    magnetic wristband could make you run faster, but nevertheless, he was still
    twice the man as me. My pitiful erection faded away and I silently wept,
    feeling lower and more useless than I’d ever felt in my life.

    Okay. I must admit. I was wallowing a bit. But then I

    heard Briona say, “I want you to cream on my tits, baby.”

    I instantly forgot my misery, and opened the flap again,

    just in time to see her reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It popped
    open and her big pale breasts fell into view. My cock leapt fully erect again.
    Her nipples were puffy and pink. Oh god, her tits were more magnificent than I
    could have ever imagined. Troy grabbed her head with both hands and began
    fucking her face hard and fast. Then he stiffened up, arched his back and let
    out a long, gut-wrenching, guttural groan. She pulled back and presented her
    tits to him, while she jerked his long pipe with one hand. I saw his nuts
    literally jumping, then ropes of glistening white ropes shot out of
    him, splooging all over her breasts and neck. She jerked it out of
    him with expert yanks, until her cleavage was dripping with goo. Then she
    leaned forward and sucked his cock head while squeezing his balls, making him
    squirt another shot into her mouth. She looked up at him over her glasses and
    opened her mouth, and let the cum slowly drip out of it onto her
    tits. Oh fucking christ! It was so fucking Filthy! Then she ran both hands
    over her breasts, spreading his shiny cum all over until she her tits were
    glistening.

    He couldn’t stand up any longer, so he plopped down

    onto his bed, and fell onto his back. Briona stood up, and quickly
    stripped out of her shoes, jeans and panties, a sight that made my eyes nearly
    pop out of their sockets. She had an incredible ass and a stunningly narrow
    waist. What a figure! She was built like a movie star! Her back was to me now,
    so I reached into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard cock
    and started jerking off as quietly as I could manage. She leaned forward to
    yank Troy’s pants off, giving me an amazing view of her extremely hairy
    pussy. It was big, bushy and brown, but fucking hot as hell. I couldn’t
    make out her pussy lips, but I didn’t care. I just stared up her ass
    crack, jacking off like the pathetic little perv I was, my cock lubricated by
    the copious amounts of precum it was weeping.

    Once she’d stripped his bottom half bare, she wiped

    her tits clean of cum with his pants, then climbed on top of him. I
    thought she was gonna fuck him, but she kept going upward until she was
    straddling his face. “Suck my fucking pussy, donkey-dick.”

    I couldn’t get over how filthy her mouth was. It was

    like she was split personality, or something. This wasn’t the brainy girl
    I’d been out on a date with. That girl could wax poetically about
    superstring theory and the big bang. But this girl was gleefully grinding her
    pussy against a moron’s face, as she moaned, “Oh fuck yeah. Eat my
    pussy, fuck wad. Eat my fucking pussy. Yeah, that’s right. Stick that
    tongue inside my cunt. Taste my fucking cum.”

    I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. Her back was

    to me, and his big fat cock was in the foreground, blocking some of the view.
    But I saw the underside of his chin, and his tongue going up into her. He was
    making crazy slurping sounds, and his semi-hard cock slowly stood to attention
    again, and he started stroking it, at the same time that I was stoking mine. I
    wondered what it must feel like to have a monster cock like that in your hand.
    Mine was puny compared to his. A measly seven and a half inches.

    Briona was like a wild woman, and she couldn’t

    get enough of Troy’s tongue. She just kept grinding herself roughly into
    his face for the longest time, while he jerked himself off. Her aggressiveness
    was a bit scary, actually. I wondered what I would have done if she’d
    attacked me like that in her apartment. I was starting to feel like maybe I
    dodged a bullet there. Sure, she was sexy, smart and sweet, but damn, she was
    an animal in the sack! She started shouting out filthy commands as she rode his
    face. “Yeah, suck my pussy, you mother fucker! Suck my hairy snatch. You
    know you like it, fuck face. Gimme that hand. Use your finger, oh
    shit yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, right there. Yeah, like that. No don’t stop
    licking my clit. Yeah, oh fuck, No, don’t change anything! Just keep
    doing it like that, mother fucker! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

    She was screaming so loud, they were in serious danger of

    having the RA’s realize there was a girl in the room, but Troy clamped
    his free hand over her mouth. For the next ten minutes she moaned and groaned
    into his hand, and he took her through a series of awe-inspiring orgasms. Then
    right when it seemed she was at the peak of her excitement, she suddenly jumped
    backward and straddled his cock, then lowered herself slowly onto it.

    Wow. She didn’t even make him put on a condom! I saw

    his huge manhood spreading her furry pussy lips wide for a moment before she
    lowered herself slowly down his shaft, while juices dripped out of her. Based
    on the guttural moan she emitted, I guess he was stretching her to the limit,
    and she liked it. The sight of him disappearing into her snatch triggered
    something in my own cock. I felt a burst of pleasure, and moments later I was
    filling my underwear with cum. But I didn’t get soft for a second, so I
    just kept jerking, ignoring the sticky gunk on my hand, taking advantage of the
    fact that her back was turned to me so she couldn’t see my blankets
    jumping as I jerked off like a monkey in a zoo.

    She rode him like that for a good long time, slowly at

    first, moaning, “Oh fucking Christ on a sandwich! You’re so fucking
    big! I’ve never fucked anyone like you before! Oh god. You’re
    splitting me open, you fucking animal!” But once she got used to his
    girth, she began to fuck him with more speed and gusto. She started getting
    less careful, so she could no longer keep his cock from popping out of her
    pussy. But each time she’d reach down, pull it back into place and start
    galloping him again, slamming herself down on him like she was riding
    a wild horse. She was insatiable! And he had lasting power. I shot a second wad
    into my shorts, but he just kept fucking her on and on and on!

    Eventually, he flipped her over onto her back, and lifted

    her long, pale legs high in the air on each of his shoulders, and started
    ramming himself into her like he was trying to destroy her cunt. But she just
    stared up at him with those big brown eyes and urged him on.
    “Harder, you fucking wimp. Fuck me harder.”

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  • Oktoberfest Origins
    Oktoberfest Origins
    How a Young Prince Frederick celebrated his wedding to Princess
    Charlotte, and started a great Bavarian tradition.

    Based on the work of

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    In 1808 people of Württemberg lived in the convergence of three cultures. The

    masculine lead industry and agriculture of the Germans, the Swiss provided
    enlightenment of the sciences, and the French liberality and arts added a
    healthy dose of libertine free thinking and even a tolerance for kinkiness.

    But Württemberg was moving forward with the final demise of the Holy Roman
    Empire just a few years earlier.

     Napoleon had just defeated the Austrian military and established a new
    Confederation of the Rhine.

     The ethnic German people were split apart  and some were under the Austrian
    protectorate, while the Rhine was under French protectorate on both sides of the
    Rhine river, including the German homeland.
    Prince Frederick had watched as his older sister was given to Emperor
    Napoleon Bonaparte as a wife for Napoleon’s brother, in exchange for his
    family's continued role of the Württemberg Kingdom, under the occupation of
    Napoleon's empire.

     Now Prince Frederick was being pressured by his parents and the court advisors,
    to strategically marry a well-bred heiress from the kingdom of Bavaria, princess
    Charlotte.

    Princess Charlotte was just 18 in the spring of 1810.

     A debutante, already being aggressively sought by Napoleon, she was terrified.

     When faced with the two unwanted options, she and her mother agreed that
    Frederick William was the better option and more respecting of their shared
    German heritage.

     Charlotte wept for weeks. She was still a girl of just 18 years. Her parents
    apologized repeatedly. It was especially difficult because Charlotte had always
    been a free-spirit and defiant of the stupid rules of etiquette that she
    violated almost daily.

    As an enthusiast of all things equestrian, Charlotte refused to ride
    ‘side-saddle’. She also found the practice to be a convenient excuse when the
    Royal Physician of Württemberg Court conducted a prenuptial gynecological exam a
    requirement in the nuptial contract between the kingdoms.

    As for Prince Frederick William, the marriage was even less anticipated.
    Charlotte was not the ideal sex object of his fantasies.

    Where he liked slender, tall older women, Charlotte was busty with a big round
    ass.

    Frederick liked the arts and sciences. He enjoyed the opera and studied
    astronomy.

    Charlotte loved animals and preferred German folk songs. Charlotte found little
    appeal in Frederick's lanky physique. She preferred the bulky, athletic, and
    masculine virility of farm-hands and tradesmen.

     A fall wedding Festival

     Back in 1810 Crown Prince Frederick William, sought the hand of the lovely

    princess Charlotte of Munich. She was the most desired woman in all of the
    ethnic German kingdoms.

    He courted her for many months, seeking to prevail over the efforts of Emperor
    Napoleon of France.

    Frederick's family negotiated aggressively with her father King Maximilian;
    whereby Frederick eventually asked Charlotte to marry him.

    Both kingdoms shared a strong disgust for all things French culture.

    It was the one topic where the two actually enjoyed conversation and felt
    compatibility. they were political allies and even business partners; but not at
    all romantically drawn to desire. She felt the same way he did, and accepted his
    offer. They were scheduled to marry on October 12th. 

    As the date came close, she was starting to feel some trepidation. He was

    concerned and asked what was the problem.

    She shyly told him that she was expected to be with him; only with him, for the
    rest of her life.

    He said of course she would be only with him, and he would be only with her, as
    was customary.

    She thought carefully, and said; “Forever is a long time.”

    He did not want her to be so sad and thought for a while. He proposed an idea as
    a secret plan that they should not tell anyone about.

    At the wedding there would be a huge and joyous festival; a very German cultural
    Festival. At the festival she could go among the crowd and choose three men with
    which to make love.

    Upon hearing the idea, she was overjoyed at the thought and thanked him for his
    generosity and gladly accepted.

    The wedding was indeed a huge and joyous festival where everyone in Munich
    turned out.

     The first night of the festival was the night of their wedding. The celebration
    was scheduled to go on for 5 days.

    On the second day of the festival the prince approached the princess and told
    her today would be the day she made her three selections. She would go out and
    pick three men with which to ‘sow her oats.’

    She went to her dressing chamber to pick out her sexiest outfit. She chose the
    shortest dirndl she had. It stopped just below her ass.  The front of the dirndl
    plunged to show her beautiful Buxom cleavage. On her smooth legs she wore white
    by high stockings that ended below her dirndl.

     On her feet she wore elevated wedges. She was a vision. Her body was very
    visible and very sexy.

    The prince and princess began to make the rounds, where villagers were
    celebrating and congregating. As they walked, the men noticed princess Charlotte
    and paid her a great deal of attention. Offerings were made of pretzels, beer,
    and all sorts of treats, as she walked through the fair.

    She was pleasant of all and smiled as she always did. These were her people and
    she hoped they would come to accept her foreign Prince.

    Helmut the blacksmith
    As they walked through the grounds they came upon a blacksmith, who had a stall
    set up to shoe horses. Charlotte stopped, and seemed to take a special interest.
    As one would expect, the blacksmith was quite strong, and also handsome. When
    she got close, a smile fell across his face and he gave greetings.

    “ I am Helmut, my princess;” he said in the most cultured enunciation he could
    contrive. She secretly knew Helmut from her frequent trips to the Stables. But
    that is their secret. The prince asked the princess if this might be one of the
    men. She smiled and said; “Indeed this would be one of the men if he so
    desired.”

    As the princess continued strolling, the prince stayed back briefly and invited
    Helmut to a special dinner with the princess that evening at 7:00.

    He graciously accepted. While he didn't understand what was fully ahead for him,
    he was happy to be able to spend an evening with the busty and charming
    princess.

     Robert the actor
    They continued to walk through the fairgrounds with the prince often letting the
    princess drift ahead so he could see the reactions of the commoners as they look
    at her beauty. He watch her interact with the men of the Kingdom.

    As they continued, they came across a play that was just finishing up on the
    stage. The lead actor was quite athletically fit and very handsome. He flashed a
    smile at princess Charlotte and catching her off guard, she shyly looked away.
    The production poster listed the lead actor as ‘Robert.’

     What Prince Frederick didn't suspect was that Robert was also a part of the
    local Polo team. The two had secretly met in the Stables. The secret remains to
    this day. She composed herself and began to smile. He congratulated her and the
    prince on their wedding. She whispered to the prince that it might be fun to
    invite him to dinner. Shortly thereafter the prince did just that.

    Steffan the folk dancer
    After not much longer, the princess stopped in front of the stage where there
    was folk dancing.One of the dancers was agile, strong, and very skilled. As he
    lifted his twirling partner into the air, then safely caught her in his arms.
    She caught the vicarious thrill of experiencing being airborne and caught in his
    gentle arms.

     Steffan stepped back for his female dance partner to perform her feature solo.
    As he caught his breath, he looked out to the applauding crowds. He spotted the
    royal couple and was pleased. He had caught the princess's eye. She stood and
    watched him perform. in his lederhosen, not taking her eyes off of him.

     This was not missed by the dancer, and when the dance was over he came over and
    introduced himself to the princess. “I am Steffan”, he humbly bowed.This was but
    a rouse, as the dancer was part of a Mayday festival at the Munich Palace.
    Charlotte had graciously helped him find the dressing rooms when he'd gotten
    lost in the palace back halls.

     Charlotte felt a wetness as she recalled his tryst in her private Chambers just
    months ago; As Steffan talked with the prince, his eyes glanced up and down
    Charlotte’s body. Memories led to arousal, and after several minutes, Steffan
    quickly dismissed himself to ‘prepare for the next number.

    His tight shorts left little to the imagination and it was clear that he was
    very well built down there. It also became obvious when he was talking to the
    princess, that she pleased him greatly and that is why he had to make a quick
    exit.

    Princess Charlotte smiled at The Prince and he understood that the dancer would
    be the third. The prince then extended an invite to him.

    The special guests come to dinner
    The dinner was scheduled for that evening at 7:00. A fire was made in the large
    fireplace and the finest Linens, China, and glassware were laid out.

    The cooks were busy making Gourmet Foods and the prince picked the wines
    himself. The princess was bathing and getting dressed for the evening. She had
    taken her time to clean and shave meticulously. She had chosen a metallic gold
    dress that plunged in the front bodice, and a skirt that stopped right at her
    bottom, in the back.

     She also wore matching metallic gold strappy shoes with towering heels. She
    also wore her gold earrings, necklace, and bracelets. On her right ankle was a
    gold anklet that the prince had bought her that day for the dinner. She looked
    irresistible.

    As the princess dressed upstairs, the men arrived early for the dinner. They
    too, had bathed and put on their finest clothes.

    The prince greeted them personally, and the young studs introduced themselves to
    each other.  The prince poured them each a drink and they toasted to each other
    and their good fortune. Prince Frederick explained to their astonishment and
    delight; the agreement the prince and princess had made ,and that they were the
    lucky men chosen.

    When the princess arrived downstairs, the prince met her before she walked into
    the dining room. To her surprise, the prince said that he would not be joining
    them. He wanted the men to have her to themselves and for her to have the men to
    herself. After thinking about it a bit, she realized that this might be more
    fun.

    The prince told her however, that he couldn't possibly resist watching her
    sexual conquests and would be watching from special consealments that were
    created near the dining room.

    They then walked into the dining room as the men stood up and were formally
    introduced by name to the princess.As she walked in looking lovely as can be.
    There were Smiles all around.

     The prince said his good-byes,and said he would stop in the evening, The
    princess and her suitors were seated for dinner and were poured wine from the
    servants. As the conversation began, the men paid great attention to the
    princess. The men stared deep into the eyes of the princess while she spoke and
    attended to her every need.

    Dancing In The Parlor

    After dessert was served Steffan asked the princess if she’d like to

    dance. She loved to dance and quickly accepted the offer from the handsome man.
    Charlotte led the man into the Parlor and went over to a cabinet on casters she
    opened the lid of the music box and cranked up the Armature.

    The Parlor was filled with the rich sounds of an Austrian Waltz. They began a
    formal Waltz, with the dancer expertly taking the lead and the princess easily
    keeping up. They glided around the room while Helmut and Robert looked on,
    seated on nicely-upholstered wing-back chairs.

    Not wanting to be left out, Robert cut in and continued the dance;  His intense
    blue eyes staring into the princesses. Helmut, not wanting to miss his turn, cut
    in. This allowed the princess to put her hands on his muscular arms as he easily
    spun her around the Dance Floor.

    During dinner, Prince Frederick had been sitting in a hall outside the dining
    room. He took great pleasure in watching the princess charm and be Charmed by
    the men. He found himself increasingly excited as the dancing started. His new
    wife was a youthful and sexy dancer, and watching her interact with the men
    turned him on immensely.

     When the quartet moved to the parlor, Prince Frederick went upstairs to a
    balcony overlooking the Parlor. A member of his Württemberg Entourage, Claudine
    was making her regular checks on his welfare. She was his tutor since he was 10
    years old and she was 21.

    The woman taught Frederick on many subjects, and over time had become an adviser
    on many matters. She was tall, slender, and elegant. Her lessons often continued
    in his bed Chambers whenever they could safely conceal the ongoing sex education
    lessons. Now, 17 years later, Claudine now carries herself as a charming  and
    confident 39 year old vixen.

    From the balcony, the prince and his ‘tutor’ (and secret lover) sat on the
    floor, behind the velvet drapes, and silently peered between the balusters,
    Charlotte’s deportment with the young men.

    The quartet move to a slower song and the blacksmith pulled the princess close
    for a slow dance. The princess’s head had been spinning from her wonderful
    evening and her third Goblet of wine, and now she was very close to and touching
    this muscular man. He too could feel her busty body with his strong hands around
    her firm waist he pulled her in closer to him she didn't pull away as she felt
    him stiffen.

    She began to feel a tingle inside herself. Before she knew it Robert the actor
    had stepped up and taken Helmut’s place. As Robert stared into her eyes he
    leaned forward and gently put his lips to hers and she readily received them as
    she first did in that pile of straw in the horse stables.

    He pulled her close to him and continued to kiss her. She then felt a second set
    of hands on her hips from behind it was Steffan. Her dress was so short that his
    hands were right above the bottom of the dress. She briefly stopped kissing
    Robert as Steffen pulled her hips into him and began kissing her neck. Pressing
    into her rear end was that very large and now very hard cock that had attracted
    her earlier that day. He raised Goosebumps on her as he kissed her neck.

    From the balcony, Prince Frederick and Claudine had seen everything. He didn't
    miss a second of the meal or the dance.  Much like the viral men in the parlor,
    he too was very hard. To watch the woman he married be so pleased. To be able to
    watch her talk and flirt and touch and be touched was truly a pleasure. To see
    the way the young suiters desire her.

    Claudine began rubbing his crotch while sliding her other hand up under her own
    skirt.

    As Steffan continued to kiss the princess on her neck and ears, he slowly ground
    his cock against her white ass. With his hands around her waist the skimpy dress
    began fully raising from the grinding as it lifted. 

    The actor in front of her looked down and realized she wasn't wearing any

    panties. He could see her perfect beautiful shaved cunt. He went wild, grabbing
    her head and kissing her deeply with his tongue.

     Steffan also noticing the dress had climbed up her body, began using his large
    hands to rub her large crack.

    The princess felt so good she was barely standing at this point, mostly being

    held up in the sandwich of the men. The blacksmith was standing on the sidelines
    with his cock out, stroking while looking at the scene he had in front of him.

    The actor was now kissing down the body of The Princess and Steffan turned

    the princess's head and began kissing her deeply as he reached in front and
    grabbed her heating tits and fondling her tall erect nipples. 

    Robert had made his way down to her belly and was closing in on her cunt. The

    princess shook as Robert's lips came in contact with her cunt lips. He licked
    her cunt as she held his head against her. 

    After the princess Broke Free from Steffan's kiss, she gave a look towards

    the waiting blacksmith. The look let Helmut know it was time for him to join the
    fun.
     

    Helmut, unable to contain himself, walked towards the melee. He ignored

    Steffan and the actor and picked up the princess and carried her to a large
    couch on the side of the room. He laid her down on the couch and began for lack
    of a better word, to ravage her body.

    He grabbed and sucked her nipples and then quickly moved down to her cunt,

    licking her clit. 

    The other two men were quickly at the couch. The actor began sucking her

    nipples making the princess squirm. She wrapped her legs around Helmut's head.
    As Robert & Steffan worked their magic, she began to quiver.

    This stirred both of the men and their tongues sped up lapping her nipples

    and clit. Her back arched as the orgasm flowed through her body. As she
    recovered from her orgasm, the men stood her up and removed her mini dress so
    that only her gold platform heals and jewelry remained. At this point; Helmut
    was so turned on, he couldn't wait. He laid the princess back down, and guided
    his rigid cock inside her. As much as she enjoyed his mouth it felt really good
    to have his hard warm cock in her.

    The princess looked next to see that Robert had removed his clothes and had

    his hard shaft in front of her. The princess reached out and grabbed his cock.

     Robert's heart was pounding. The hand of this beautiful woman felt so good

    on him.

    Steffan stripped off his clothes and joined the group.

    The princess had her eyes closed as Helmut picked up his pace. She put her

    right hand on his muscular chest and rubbed down his chiseled abdomen, wrapping
    her hand around his thick cock as it slid in and out of her. She returned her
    hand to his chest and continued to jerk off the wood of Robert on her left.

    One of the thrust of Helmut's threw the princess's head back and as she look

    to the right she saw the naked body of Stefan.

    His cock was large and beautiful. It was exactly what she hoped for when she

    picked him for the evening. She slowed her hand down on the actor as she eagerly
    grabbed the thick rod of the handsome dancer. She slowly explored the entire
    length of his cock with her soft hand. He leaned over and touched and kissed her
    slowly, exploring her mouth; reaching over to gently caress her nipple. She
    firmly but gently grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled him close to her.  It
    was perfect, and she began licking and sucking it. She continued to suck as much
    of the cock as she could fit in her mouth,  to the rhythm of Helmut sliding in
    and out of her wet cunt.

     Helmut would not last much longer, and began to pick up speed. The princess

    began to tremble and slow down the actor and Dancer.

    As Helmut's hands wrapped around her tiny waist, she put her hands on his

    waist, to push him in further, He began grunted and began powerfully
    jack-hammering her. Her entire body was moving as Helmut slammed into her. He
    began to cum.  She felt his first shot squirt into her body, which pushed her
    into a full orgasm as her body clinched around him.  He kept pounding, shooting
    a large load  as she moaned. 

    Charlotte was trembling from the orgasm Helmut had just given her. He held

    her in his strong arms, as she took a moment to recover.  After some time, he
    withdrew his cock from her.

    Steffan grabbed the Princ

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  • Higher Learning and Loving: Part 1
    Higher Learning and Loving: Part 1.
    Dweebs in need of remedial help.
    Based on a post by Masterful
    Husband. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    I was super eager to get off to college and away from my parents.

    But once I was there though, I was intimidated by the size of it all.
    I'd already met my roommate, a little odd that one, but figured I
    needed to explore the dorms and meet some other people as well.
    Somebody downstairs said that there was a TV lounge on the fifth
    floor so I headed up there in the rickety, slow elevator on the West
    side of the building. The doors to the TV lounge were thick, heavy
    stained wood and they opened with a thud.

    Being the first day, there weren't too many people here yet so I

    wasn't surprised to find the room quiet. Sun streamed in the two
    giant windows on my right and left. I noticed the large, oversized
    comfortable looking chairs with their wooden frames and cheap, red
    fabric. They somehow looked incredibly inviting.

    As I scanned the rest of the room, I saw the most attractive sight

    of the day. Laying flat across one of the couches was a beautiful
    girl. Woman, I guess I should say. She had long, flowing, dark brown
    hair and was reading a book while absentmindedly kicking her legs
    behind her. She wore a skimpy red tank top and a pair of shiny black
    shorts that accented her fantastic ass and beautiful hourglass shape.
    It was a testament to the hot Florida sun that she wasn't even close
    to the most scantily dressed girl I'd seen that day.

    As I was staring at her ass, I dragged my eyes back to her face

    and realized she was staring at me with a smirk. She let the book
    drop and rolled over on her side. The action revealed the luscious
    swell of her tits. Holy shit she was hot.

    "Hey, there. I'm Ashley," she said with a smile. In

    other people I'd met that first day, it had been an empty gesture.
    Usually just a perfunctory social function. But I couldn't help but
    feel like her smile was one that indicated genuine warmth.

    "Hmm.. Hi?; I'm Nick;" I managed to croak out, proud

    that my voice hadn't cracked along the way. Her eyes scraped up and
    down the length of my body and she smiled at me again. My eyes were
    inevitably drawn to the firm nipples poking through the thin tank
    top.

    "So you like what you see, big boy?" she asked brazenly.

    My eyes snapped back to her face and I realized I'd been caught
    staring at her tits.

    I didn't know how to answer and my brain simply seized up. "I;

    uh; hmm.. what? I wasn't staring or anything;" I said, knowing
    even as I said it that it was an obvious lie.

    "It's alright if you stare, Nick. Staring never hurt anyone;"

    she said as she stepped closer. My eyes fixated on her lips. Her
    tongue just peeking out and tracing along her upper lip didn't help
    my mindset. Before I could really process my feelings, she smiled and
    turned. I watched her as she walked away, her full ass swaying back
    and forth absentmindedly.

    I rushed back to my room, grateful that my roommate had gone off

    somewhere, and jerked off the gigantic erection that I had. When I
    came down from my arousal, I pictured Ashley in my mind, cursing my
    awkwardness and swore I'd be more eloquent next time.



    I kept seeing Ashley over the next couple days but never had a

    chance to really talk to her. She was always with someone. Guys,
    girls, it didn't matter. She was friendly with everyone. I figured
    she'd only been friendly with me because that's what she was. A
    friendly girl.

    But I was determined not to be awkward again. Not if I got a

    second chance. A couple of days after our first meeting, I was in the
    lobby when the door opened. It was the normal mid afternoon
    rain-shower. Thanks, Florida. In she walked, this time wearing a
    thin, tight, white T-Shirt and a knee length skirt. She was
    completely soaked and clinging to some books in front of her that she
    was desperately trying to keep dry. Her hair was plastered down and
    she looked beautiful. "Where did that come from?" she asked
    to nobody in particular as she shook her hair out.

    "Uh.. Yeah. It's Florida and it's midday," I said and

    she looked at me quizzically.

    "So? There weren't any clouds in the sky!" she said, a

    bit indignant.

    "Yeah. It doesn't matter. 2pm in the summer isn't exactly

    white T-shirt weather," I told her with a smirk.

    Her jaw dropped a little before she looked down and then smiled

    back. "Come on," she said with a jerk of her head. Was she
    asking me to follow her? I wasn't going to miss a second opportunity
    so I hopped up and followed her to the elevator. The game show
    Hellevator had just come out and the entire dorm had adopted the name
    for the disturbingly old elevator on the West side of the building.
    The thing moved so slow that it didn't even feel like it was moving
    but after a good 90 seconds, we emerged on the 4th floor. So
    concerned for my life, had I been that I hadn't even noticed that
    Ashley had dropped the book from in front of her chest and was
    staring at me again. My eyes flicked down to her chest and the hard
    nipples poking through the thin shirt and bra before I dragged my
    vision back up to her beautiful face. When I noticed, she bit her lip
    in a way that was incredibly hot and then turned and walked out. I
    followed her, eager to see just a little bit more of her in the
    soaking wet t-shirt she was wearing. When we got to her dorm room,
    she unlocked the door and ushered me in.

    "Alright Mister Florida. What SHOULD I wear at 2pm in the

    summer?" she said as she gestured towards her closet. I remember
    being struck by the lack of apparel. When I'd first seen her, I'd
    thought she seemed really put together and I'd mentally assumed she
    was some sort of sorority girl / clothes horse. Turns out I'd been
    entirely wrong about that. She had almost as few articles of clothing
    as I had. This wasn't a rich girl. This was just a girl who knew how
    to dress.

    I looked back at her and took her in. She was standing with her

    hands on her hips, proudly presenting the tits that she had to know
    were on display. The shirt was nearly transparent and clinging to
    her, revealing the white bra underneath. It was obviously not padded
    and was likewise soaked giving me a perfect preview of what she
    looked like nude. At least from the waist up.

    "Well?" she asked, growing impatient and probably a bit

    cold and uncomfortable.

    I turned back to the closet, trying to compose myself and tried to

    subtly adjust the huge erection I was sporting. Looking in the
    closet, I smiled to myself. "Well this would be fine;" I
    said as I reached for something on the far right edge.

    "Yeah. I'm not wearing a bikini just because it's raining;

    Try again."

    "Well how about this then?" I said as I pulled the

    deepest v-neck colored shirt I could see.

    "Fine," she said as she yanked it from my hand. She

    turned her back to me, whipped her shirt off, and unclasped her bra.
    I was really turned on but also really glad she didn't ask for help
    with the bra. Who knows how long it would have taken me. She threw
    the shirt on without a bra and turned back to me. "How do I look
    now?" she asked stretching her arms out and shifting her weight
    from one leg to the other.

    "Great," I said with genuine feeling. She really did

    look good. Great actually.

    "Thanks. I think so too. Thanks for your help; stud,"

    she said as she traced my chest with her finger and whispered the
    last word into my ear. Whatever hope I had of downplaying my
    throbbing erection was gone and it was back in full force. "Now,
    I've got some studying to do so; off with you!" she said as she
    pushed me to the door with a smile. I couldn't help but notice that
    her hands were on my ass as she pushed me out the door. That has to
    be a good thing; Right?



    There were lots of beautiful girls I ran into in those first few

    days but my thoughts always flitted back to Ashley. Her casual
    confidence. Her ass. Her mischievous smile. Her hot ass. Her look
    that seemed to pierce right through me and her smoking' hot ass. I
    probably didn't go two hours without thinking of her most days.

    Unfortunately, it was a pretty hectic time. As people made new

    friends the schedules and plans of yesterday changed in a fluid, and
    often chaotic, manner. And so, I didn't really get to see Ashley
    until after the first day of class. I was studying my course work,
    already pretty much deciding these classes were mostly stupid when I
    heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled from my bed.
    In walked Ashley, wearing a short little flouncy skirt and a tight
    tank top. She looked great. As usual.

    She sauntered in with two steps and then stopped, looking at me.

    She had her hands behind her back, holding something. I wanted to
    know what it was but her motion and swaying made it hard not to stare
    at her tits or the hard nipples underneath her shirt. "Whatcha
    reading'?"

    I laughed. Friends reruns had become kind of a hip thing to watch

    lately and I was pretty sure she was imitating Rachel from last
    night's episode..

    "My math textbook," I said, trying to imitate David

    Schwimmer.

    "What's it about?" she said, doing a great impression of

    Rachel. Something about her tone of playful bubbleheadedness was
    really a turn on. I could tell she was flirting with me and I really
    liked it.

    "Math" I said with a grin. "What are you hiding

    behind your back, little girl?" I asked.

    "Little girl?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

    "I dunno. I'm not so good with the flirting. I was trying to

    sound 'manly'; "

    "Oh. No. It definitely worked," she said as she sat

    beside me. I really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.
    "I saw you eating a weird sandwich the other day and asked one
    of your friends about it. I hope I made it right." With that,
    she pulled a Ziploc bag from behind her and inside was a beautifully
    made Mac and Cheese sandwich. I pulled it from the bag and noticed
    that it was even grilled lightly. She'd gone all out..

    "Why?" I asked curiously.

    "Well. When I first saw you, I thought, 'He's adorable. But

    way too skinny to date.' So I figured I'd better start fattening you
    up!"

    She watched me, not grinning in playfulness. I was almost certain

    this wasn't flirting. I think she was serious.

    "I'm floored. What a thoughtful gesture." I said but

    truthfully I was crestfallen. It must have shown on my face, though.

    She looked at me, then scooted towards me. "Why? Did you want

    to date me? Or did I make the sandwich wrong?" she asked,
    looking up at me, our faces inches away. I could feel her breath on
    me and could see her eyes flicking back and forth between mine.
    Searching.

    "The sandwich is perfect," I got out barely breathing.

    "I said I can't date you. That has nothing to do with

    kissing," she said and leaned into me. It was my first college
    kiss, and truthfully, only my third kiss ever. The other two were
    fumbling amateurish attempts. This one blew my mind. Her lips were
    soft and sweet. Her tongue was searching and probing. I was more
    bumbling in my attempts but she guided me masterfully. We kissed for
    what seemed like 15 minutes though I'm sure it was much shorter.
    Eventually, I had to take a breath and broke the kiss off.

    "Wow; That was; wow...," I said.

    Ashley beamed at me. Her chest was heaving and she said, "Yeah,"

    breathlessly. She looked down at my cock again, just like that first
    day. This time, her flirty playfulness was gone and what I saw was, I
    hoped, barely controlled lust. She licked her lips unconsciously and
    then said, "I better get going. I don't want to take you from
    your studies."

    I didn't crack that book for another 30 minutes after she left.



    We started hanging out a lot more after that. We studied together,

    which was great for me, and then made out, which was also great for
    me. That lasted for about a week. The next Monday, I didn't feel like
    going to class so I just stayed in bed. Ashley's classes ended about
    45 minutes before my last one and she'd started coming to my room to
    study while she waited. So it wasn't really a surprise when she
    popped in. She saw me in bed, and the look on her face of instant
    concern was quite touching, "Are you feeling alright?" she
    asked, sitting next to me.

    "Yeah. I'm fine. Just skipping class," I said as I

    leaned up to kiss her. Her look of concern vanished and was replaced
    by annoyance and maybe even anger.

    "Skipping class? Why?"

    "I just didn't feel like going,"; Yup, definitely anger.

    "Nick, you've got to go to class. It's important."

    "Why? There's literally nothing in there that I can't learn

    from the book and most days it's stuff I already know."

    "But going to class is a good habit that will payoff in the

    long run," she said. Her anger had mollified swiftly, another
    trait of hers I liked.

    "I just don't see a lot in it," I said. I really liked

    that I could talk to her so honestly. She stopped and thought for a
    moment. Then, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Unsure of what she
    was doing, I felt just like I had that first time she flirted with
    me. Uncertain and scared.

    "Tell you what. How about for every class you attend each

    day, you can play with these for 10 minutes?" she said as her
    shirt, now fully unbuttoned parted to reveal her tits. She pulled the
    cups of her bra down and stroked the hard nipples with her hands. I
    watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out
    a little moan.

    "Did you just cum?" I asked. She stopped immediately and

    looked at me. There was silence for about 15 seconds before she
    finally busted out laughing.

    "Oh you silly boy. No, that wasn't even CLOSE to cumming. I

    guess you do have a lot to learn."

    "I guess you'll have to teach me," I said as I reached

    for her tits. She pulled away before I could touch them.

    "How many classes have you gone to today?" she asked,

    already knowing the answer.

    "None; but; "

    "Then you don't get any of these, do you?"

    I paused for about two seconds before jumping up, grabbing my bag

    and sprinting out the door. If I sprinted the whole way, I'd only be
    5 minutes late for my last class.



    That first night, I only got 10 minutes of time with Ashley's

    tits. And that was mostly orientation. The real fun and
    experimentation started the second night. She was incredible. I felt
    like I was playing an instrument. Her body would shake and convulse.
    She would moan and beg. It was like playing some sort of symphony
    orchestra. A very erotic one.

    I started out just tracing around her nipple and running my finger

    across it. But with her encouragement I got more and more varied,
    grabbing her tit, licking the nipple, flicking it. After a couple of
    nights of that, she begged me to pinch her. That drove her absolutely
    wild. She asked for it to be harder. So I pinched harder and that
    seemed like it drove her nuts. She again assured me that she hadn't
    orgasmed but whatever this non-orgasm thrashing around was seemed
    about 10x more intense than any fake orgasm I'd seen in porn. I was
    totally hooked.

    Unfortunately, Friday came. My roommate had gone on some trip for

    the weekend. Ashley and I had talked enough for me to know that sex
    was off the table. At least for now. But I was leaving every session
    with her incredibly frustrated. Not in an actual frustration kind of
    way but in a wonderful sexual frustration way that made me actually
    enjoy the masturbation afterwards. Nevertheless, Ashley had made a
    couple off-hand comments about sleeping over and I was a bit worried
    about the perpetual hard on I might have for the next 48 hours.

    On top of that, I already had learned enough about her that I

    could fairly easily guess that she was going to stick by the letter
    of our agreement. And because I had no classes on Saturday (or
    Sunday; Argh), that probably meant no playtime other than kissing.

    Friday, after class, Ashley showed up at my door. She was wearing

    a tight pair of workout shorts and a sports bra. I think she'd just
    jogged from across campus. Over one shoulder was a backpack which she
    threw down as she lunged at me, kissing me fully on the lips. My
    hands instantly went to her ass as I pulled her to me. We'd been
    apart all of 15 or 16 hours and yet we were kissing as if we'd been
    starving for each other. As the door shut, I pushed her into the wall
    more roughly than I intended. She let out a visceral moan directly
    into my mouth that energized me in a way I'd not known before. I
    pushed harder, sliding my thigh between her legs which parted
    instantly. She started sliding herself against me, thrusting in lust.
    My hands found the bottom of her sports bra, a type of bra I figured
    I could handle, and pulled it up above her tits. My right hand fell
    onto her left tit, grabbing it as my head dipped down to suck on her
    right nipple. It was hard and eager for attention.

    Finally, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, laying her down

    and towering over her. She looked at me, searching back and forth
    between my eyes the way she does. Trying to figure something out. I
    didn't know what she saw but she must have liked it because she let
    out another moan as she pulled her bra completely off. I was
    determined to drive her just as nuts as she had been driving me. So I
    worked on her nipples for the next 40 minutes. I did everything I
    knew to do and a few things I'd been thinking about. She really went
    wild when I sucked the hard nub between my teeth, allowing them to
    scrape along the edge. I also found that pulling and twisting were
    almost as good as pinching. Really anything seemed to go. In fact,
    the more I played and the more turned on she got, the more I realized
    that really anything was good to her once she got past a certain
    point. Short of causing actual damage, I wasn't sure there was
    anything I could do to her that she wouldn't register as pleasure. So
    I experimented freely and she loved every moment of it.

    When the clock hit 6:10, I stopped instantly. I don't know what I

    expected to happen. Well, that's not true, I had secret hopes that
    she'd beg me to fuck her. but those weren't actual real expectations
    and I had no preparation for that so it was a good thing she didn't.
    Instead she let out a moan of frustration before turning and saying
    three words she hadn't said to me yet, "I love you."

    It was totally unexpected and totally weird. Her tone was one of

    exasperated frustration completely at odds with the words. And yet, I
    knew she meant them. She obviously didn't mean to say them which
    somehow made them even more endearing. They weren't calculated. They
    weren't filled with secret meaning.

    I looked at her with a question, "Why?"

    "You have absolutely NO idea, how much of a turn on it is

    that you respect my boundaries enough to stop like this. I am 100%
    certain that I couldn't be like this with 99% of the guys on the
    planet."

    I was a bit offended for males in general and I puffed up to

    defend them. Before I could say anything, "Okay; maybe 90%;
    Either way, a great many men wouldn't have the self control to do
    what you just did; " she leaned up into me, her nipples still
    incredibly hard, "and it has me so wet that my panties would be
    creamed right now; but I didn't wear any."

    I swear I nearly came right there. But what was even better was

    that her hand began tracing its way up my thigh. "You've been
    absolutely perfect this week and I think it's time you get a reward.
    You've spent the whole week making me feel good. But there's no more
    classes until Monday and so we can't play with these any more."
    Her hands cupped her tits as she held them up to me. Her coquettish
    look was really hot.

    "What would you normally do after I leave?"

    I looked down, embarrassed by the answer. "Would it help if I

    told you what I do?" I looked at her, curious. "I go back
    to my room," she said as her hands hooked into her shorts,
    "Strip out of my clothes," she continued as she pulled her
    shorts to the floor, "and finger myself until I can't think
    anymore."

    She laid back onto her back and slipped her hand between her legs.

    She then spread her legs revealing the first pussy I'd ever seen.
    She'd shaved it completely smooth, I guess it felt better to

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  • Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

    ► Podcast
    at Explicit Novels.



    I continued for another hour and a half before finally

    calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
    grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor:
    definite progress.

    "Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean

    up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

    "Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already

    out."

    "Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

    I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky

    were coming down in the opposite direction.

    "Becky is just going home to get ready for

    tonight."

    "Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then

    turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be
    right with you."

    "Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

    I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a

    shower.

    After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to

    Madison's bedroom to get changed.

    Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone,

    when I walked in.

    "Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind

    me.

    "Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

    "For you, always."

    I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my

    waist.

    "Is everything okay?" I then asked.

    "Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something.

    Well, it's more of a favor, really."

    "Okay! This is sounding ominous."

    "Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit

    down."

    "Yes."

    "Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell

    you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

    "Okay, I promise."

    She took a deep breath.

    "God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

    "Tell me what?" I urged.

    "Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really

    hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire
    year that hasn't been laid yet."

    "Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with

    this.

    "In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked

    in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting
    her self-esteem."

    That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be

    picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what
    they're left with.

    "Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone

    will oblige."

    "That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes,

    and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case
    someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at
    guys."

    "Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you

    telling me all this?"

    "You know how you said I was a good friend."

    "Yes," I replied.

    "Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how

    we started off, and how great the sex is."

    "Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get

    to the point.

    "Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you

    take Becky's virginity?"

    "Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by

    what she just said.

    "Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor

    for me."

    "Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

    "I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big

    ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about
    it."

    "A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another

    woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

    "She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you

    both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be
    mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

    "And what would you be doing, while all this was going

    on?"

    "I don't know, what would you like me to be

    doing?"

    I took a moment to think about it.

    "Can you get involved?"

    "What, like a threesome?" she replied.

    "Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A

    one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not
    comfortable with that."

    Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

    "Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on

    Becky, though."

    "I'd rather focus on you."

    "I know, babe, but she really needs this."

    "And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to

    trap boyfriends?"

    "Nope."

    "Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still

    feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

    Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling

    in front of me, looking up at me.

    "How about..." she began to say, then moving her

    hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

    "I convince you."

    I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from

    her touch.

    "Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

    "Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and

    I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

    "Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

    "Uh huh."

    Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a

    while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing
    to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

    "Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not

    Becky."

    "Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better

    call Becky and let her know the good news.

    Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her

    attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

    "Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more

    minutes."

    Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I

    had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered
    me.

    She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock

    continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of
    my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she
    reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

    God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet

    embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my
    head.

    Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

    As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly

    dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and
    her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex
    with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

    Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when

    Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

    As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of

    Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

    She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any

    longer.

    "Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly

    as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I
    came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

    Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

    "Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute

    little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost
    as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

    At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital

    organs had she asked for them.

    "Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

    "Cool."

    I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to

    go the extra mile for her friends.

    I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

    "Damn!"

    "What is it?" I replied.

    "I'm kind of in the mood now."

    "Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten

    minutes."

    She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

    "We can't," she said somewhat disappointed.

    "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

    "Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I

    said, handing over her phone.

    Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a

    quick kiss.

    "Thanks babe."

    Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on

    Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

    Once again I was left to hear only one half of the

    conversation.

    "Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

    I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

    "Uh huh, yeah, I know."

    "He does have one condition though. How do you feel

    about it being a threesome?"

    "Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up

    people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like
    the sound of that."

    "Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the

    phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

    "Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp

    remember, except a lot naughtier."

    I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make

    a mental note to come back to that one.

    "Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you

    tonight. Later Becks."

    Madison hung up and then looked at me.

    "Guess we're having a threesome then."

    "Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd

    hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

    "So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

    "Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote

    sleep over."

    "And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to

    let me stay after dark."

    "Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it.

    It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a
    while."

    "And then?"

    "Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous

    smile.

    Madison appeared to be well up for this.

    I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome.

    How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the
    day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

    I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that

    she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

    "I'll be off then," I announced.

    "Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the

    lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

    "I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a

    hand."

    I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

    "You've got like eight hours, babe."

    "I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and

    us girls need time to prepare."

    "Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's

    safe to come over."

    I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say

    goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

    On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could

    do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on
    the internet perhaps.

    I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to

    see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

    I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way

    before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but
    she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of
    Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

    As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into

    the kitchen.

    My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

    "Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool

    by the breakfast bar.

    "Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a

    sandwich."

    "Yes, please."

    My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands

    on the towel.

    "So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked,

    grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

    "It's been okay."

    "Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

    "Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about

    it?"

    "God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

    My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

    "Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine

    really."

    My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

    "Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling

    it out.

    "Because if it is, I can get your father."

    She took a deep breath, ready to shout out my dad's name,

    when I quickly cut her off.

    "Mom! it's not about that. Shush! No need to call

    dad."

    "Well, if you're sure. You know you can always talk to

    us about anything."

    While I appreciated her offer, there was no way I was

    talking this one out with her or my dad.

    "Honestly, I'm fine mom. No need to worry. I'm going to

    take my sandwich up to my room."

    "Okay dear, don't forget to bring the plate down

    afterwards. I'll see you later."

    As I carried my sandwich upstairs, I couldn't help but think

    how remarkably accurate my mom's instincts were. I guess mother's really do
    know best.

    I sat on my bed and took a big bite out of my sandwich. As I

    chewed, I tried to visualize what it would be like in my head.

    I thought about Madison and her rocking body, kneeling on

    the bed. Then I added Becky next to her, not sure what she looked like naked,
    so I had to improvise.

    Then the idea of the pillow fight popped into my head, the

    two girls bouncing up and down on the bed in slow motion, hitting each other
    with pillows, with an explosion of feathers everywhere, and jiggling, so much
    jiggling.

    I found myself smiling at the thought of it, this was

    shaping up to be quite a good fantasy I thought to myself.

    Before I knew it, the sandwich was finished, and I had just

    eased back on to my pillow. I'll just sit back and picture it some more, I
    thought.

    In mere moments, I had fallen asleep. The yard work must

    have really taken it out of me, as when I woke up it was 7pm.

    Feeling a bit groggy, I decided to have a shower to wake me

    up.

    With the shower done, I found myself waiting for the call. I

    suddenly started to get very anxious about it. Talking about it was one thing,
    but actually going through with it was another.

    I needed a distraction to stop me from overthinking it, so I

    decided to play one of the games on my Xbox. Just as I was getting into it, my
    phone chimed. It was a message from Madison.

    I paused the game and looked at my phone.

    From: Mads

    "They've just left, you can come over now xx"

    This was it, time to shine, I thought.

    I turned the console off, put my trainers on and headed out

    the door, yelling "I'm going out, be back later," as I left.

    As I made my way to Madison's I could feel my nerves kicking

    in. I hadn't felt like this, since the early days with Madison. Now, it wasn't
    one girl I had to worry about pleasing but two.

    As Madison said to Becky on the phone, this was so wild. I

    mean a threesome, me? I never thought stuff like this would happen to a guy
    like me.

    Madison's front door was now mere feet away. I slowly

    approached, mentally psyching myself up and then knocked on her door.

    Within seconds, Madison had answered, she was wearing her

    fluffy pink dressing gown.

    "Hey babe," she greeted, giving me a quick kiss on

    the lips.

    "Hey."

    "Becky's upstairs; do you want a drink before we go

    up?"

    "Sure, thanks."

    I followed Madison into the kitchen.

    "So, this is it? Our first threesome," I said, as

    she grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

    "I know, crazy right. But don't forget the focus of

    tonight is Becky, you and I will have plenty of opportunities for a one on one,
    so don't worry about me so much, okay?"

    She filled the glass with water and handed it to me.

    "You're the boss."

    I gulped the water down quickly, something that Madison

    picked up on.

    "You're not nervous, are you?"

    "A little," I replied, and put the empty glass on

    the counter.

    "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure you're properly

    taken care of," she said smiling.

    She gently pushed me against the kitchen unit and leaned

    into me, wrapping her arms around my waist; we kissed.

    "Now, come on stud, Becky must be wondering where we

    are."

    Madison grabbed my hand and lead me back through the house

    and up the stairs to her room.

    As we entered, Becky, also in a dressing gown, was sitting

    on the bed. She got up as soon as she saw us.

    "Hey Becky,"

    "Hey Adam, I... I just wanted to say thank you for

    agreeing to do this. I know you and Mads love each other very much and this was
    a big ask on my part, but thank you, you don't know how much I need this."

    "Thank Madison, really, she's the one who did a very

    good job convincing me."

    Madison playfully nudged me as she walked to the other side

    of the bed.

    There was a brief silence as we all looked at each other,

    wondering how we were going to start this, when Becky remembered something and
    broke the silence.

    "Oh, before I forget. I wasn't quite sure what would

    happen tonight, or what you two were into, so I did a bit of research on the
    internet and brought a few things with me. I hope you don't mind."

    She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a

    nondescript carrier bag. Then walking back, she proceeded to empty the contents
    of the bag on to the bed.

    "Holy crap Beck's," Madison blurted out.

    On the bed in front of us, was a blindfold, a pair of hand

    cuffs, a couple of bottles of sensual massage oils, a medium sized purple
    vibrator and a box of condoms.

    "I didn't know... um, how big you were Adam, so I hope

    these are okay?" Becky said pointing to the condoms.

    "They should be fine." I replied, looking at the

    box.

    "After you left Mads, I went into that new lingerie

    shop in the mall. They had a whole section of this stuff at the back, so I
    grabbed all this lot."

    Madison and I looked at each other, then both looked back at

    Becky.

    "Wow Becky, you really went all out."

    Madison, picked up the massage oil, flicked open the cap and

    sniffed. Her face showing, she approved of the scent.

    "Well, they say you never forget your first time, so I

    wanted to make sure mine was unforgettable."

    There was no chance of forgetting this, that's for sure, I

    thought to myself.

    We all stood there, just looking at the pile of sex aids on

    the bed, waiting for someone to make the first move.

    "Okay then, shall we do this?" Madison suggested,

    with a hint of excitement in her voice.

    I think Becky and I were looking for someone to take the

    lead and it looks like Madison just volunteered.

    "Well, I think to start with, one of us is wearing way

    too many clothes." Madison announced as both her and Becky looked in my direction.

    "What about you two? With your dressing gowns on,"

    I said defensively, even though I knew I would need to get naked.

    The two girls turned to face each other and smiled, they

    both unfastened their belts, and dropped their gowns to the floor, in what
    looked like a perfectly synced move.

    My eyes didn't know where to look first. On either side of

    the bed was a naked girl, standing there loo

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    I continued for another hour and a half before finally

    calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
    grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor:
    definite progress.

    "Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean

    up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

    "Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already

    out."

    "Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

    I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky

    were coming down in the opposite direction.

    "Becky is just going home to get ready for

    tonight."

    "Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then

    turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be
    right with you."

    "Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

    I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a

    shower.

    After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to

    Madison's bedroom to get changed.

    Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone,

    when I walked in.

    "Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind

    me.

    "Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

    "For you, always."

    I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my

    waist.

    "Is everything okay?" I then asked.

    "Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something.

    Well, it's more of a favor, really."

    "Okay! This is sounding ominous."

    "Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit

    down."

    "Yes."

    "Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell

    you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

    "Okay, I promise."

    She took a deep breath.

    "God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

    "Tell me what?" I urged.

    "Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really

    hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire
    year that hasn't been laid yet."

    "Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with

    this.

    "In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked

    in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting
    her self-esteem."

    That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be

    picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what
    they're left with.

    "Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone

    will oblige."

    "That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes,

    and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case
    someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at
    guys."

    "Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you

    telling me all this?"

    "You know how you said I was a good friend."

    "Yes," I replied.

    "Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how

    we started off, and how great the sex is."

    "Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get

    to the point.

    "Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you

    take Becky's virginity?"

    "Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by

    what she just said.

    "Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor

    for me."

    "Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

    "I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big

    ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about
    it."

    "A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another

    woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

    "She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you

    both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be
    mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

    "And what would you be doing, while all this was going

    on?"

    "I don't know, what would you like me to be

    doing?"

    I took a moment to think about it.

    "Can you get involved?"

    "What, like a threesome?" she replied.

    "Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A

    one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not
    comfortable with that."

    Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

    "Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on

    Becky, though."

    "I'd rather focus on you."

    "I know, babe, but she really needs this."

    "And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to

    trap boyfriends?"

    "Nope."

    "Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still

    feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

    Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling

    in front of me, looking up at me.

    "How about..." she began to say, then moving her

    hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

    "I convince you."

    I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from

    her touch.

    "Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

    "Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and

    I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

    "Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

    "Uh huh."

    Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a

    while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing
    to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

    "Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not

    Becky."

    "Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better

    call Becky and let her know the good news.

    Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her

    attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

    "Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more

    minutes."

    Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I

    had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered
    me.

    She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock

    continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of
    my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she
    reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

    God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet

    embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my
    head.

    Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

    As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly

    dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and
    her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex
    with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

    Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when

    Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

    As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of

    Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

    She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any

    longer.

    "Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly

    as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I
    came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

    Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

    "Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute

    little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost
    as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

    At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital

    organs had she asked for them.

    "Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

    "Cool."

    I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to

    go the extra mile for her friends.

    I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

    "Damn!"

    "What is it?" I replied.

    "I'm kind of in the mood now."

    "Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten

    minutes."

    She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

    "We can't," she said somewhat disappointed.

    "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

    "Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I

    said, handing over her phone.

    Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a

    quick kiss.

    "Thanks babe."

    Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on

    Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

    Once again I was left to hear only one half of the

    conversation.

    "Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

    I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

    "Uh huh, yeah, I know."

    "He does have one condition though. How do you feel

    about it being a threesome?"

    "Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up

    people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like
    the sound of that."

    "Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the

    phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

    "Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp

    remember, except a lot naughtier."

    I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make

    a mental note to come back to that one.

    "Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you

    tonight. Later Becks."

    Madison hung up and then looked at me.

    "Guess we're having a threesome then."

    "Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd

    hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

    "So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

    "Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote

    sleep over."

    "And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to

    let me stay after dark."

    "Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it.

    It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a
    while."

    "And then?"

    "Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous

    smile.

    Madison appeared to be well up for this.

    I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome.

    How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the
    day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

    I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that

    she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

    "I'll be off then," I announced.

    "Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the

    lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

    "I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a

    hand."

    I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

    "You've got like eight hours, babe."

    "I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and

    us girls need time to prepare."

    "Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's

    safe to come over."

    I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say

    goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

    On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could

    do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on
    the internet perhaps.

    I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to

    see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

    I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way

    before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but
    she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of
    Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

    As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into

    the kitchen.

    My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

    "Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool

    by the breakfast bar.

    "Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a

    sandwich."

    "Yes, please."

    My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands

    on the towel.

    "So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked,

    grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

    "It's been okay."

    "Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

    "Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about

    it?"

    "God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

    My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

    "Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine

    really."

    My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

    "Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling

    it out.

    "Because if it is, I can get your father."

    She took a deep breath, ready to shout out my dad's name,

    when I quickly cut her off.

    "Mom! it's not about that. Shush! No need to call

    dad."

    "Well, if you're sure. You know you can always talk to

    us about anything."

    While I appreciated her offer, there was no way I was

    talking this one out with her or my dad.

    "Honestly, I'm fine mom. No need to worry. I'm going to

    take my sandwich up to my room."

    "Okay dear, don't forget to bring the plate down

    afterwards. I'll see you later."

    As I carried my sandwich upstairs, I couldn't help but think

    how remarkably accurate my mom's instincts were. I guess mother's really do
    know best.

    I sat on my bed and took a big bite out of my sandwich. As I

    chewed, I tried to visualize what it would be like in my head.

    I thought about Madison and her rocking body, kneeling on

    the bed. Then I added Becky next to her, not sure what she looked like naked,
    so I had to improvise.

    Then the idea of the pillow fight popped into my head, the

    two girls bouncing up and down on the bed in slow motion, hitting each other
    with pillows, with an explosion of feathers everywhere, and jiggling, so much
    jiggling.

    I found myself smiling at the thought of it, this was

    shaping up to be quite a good fantasy I thought to myself.

    Before I knew it, the sandwich was finished, and I had just

    eased back on to my pillow. I'll just sit back and picture it some more, I
    thought.

    In mere moments, I had fallen asleep. The yard work must

    have really taken it out of me, as when I woke up it was 7pm.

    Feeling a bit groggy, I decided to have a shower to wake me

    up.

    With the shower done, I found myself waiting for the call. I

    suddenly started to get very anxious about it. Talking about it was one thing,
    but actually going through with it was another.

    I needed a distraction to stop me from overthinking it, so I

    decided to play one of the games on my Xbox. Just as I was getting into it, my
    phone chimed. It was a message from Madison.

    I paused the game and looked at my phone.

    From: Mads

    "They've just left, you can come over now xx"

    This was it, time to shine, I thought.

    I turned the console off, put my trainers on and headed out

    the door, yelling "I'm going out, be back later," as I left.

    As I made my way to Madison's I could feel my nerves kicking

    in. I hadn't felt like this, since the early days with Madison. Now, it wasn't
    one girl I had to worry about pleasing but two.

    As Madison said to Becky on the phone, this was so wild. I

    mean a threesome, me? I never thought stuff like this would happen to a guy
    like me.

    Madison's front door was now mere feet away. I slowly

    approached, mentally psyching myself up and then knocked on her door.

    Within seconds, Madison had answered, she was wearing her

    fluffy pink dressing gown.

    "Hey babe," she greeted, giving me a quick kiss on

    the lips.

    "Hey."

    "Becky's upstairs; do you want a drink before we go

    up?"

    "Sure, thanks."

    I followed Madison into the kitchen.

    "So, this is it? Our first threesome," I said, as

    she grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

    "I know, crazy right. But don't forget the focus of

    tonight is Becky, you and I will have plenty of opportunities for a one on one,
    so don't worry about me so much, okay?"

    She filled the glass with water and handed it to me.

    "You're the boss."

    I gulped the water down quickly, something that Madison

    picked up on.

    "You're not nervous, are you?"

    "A little," I replied, and put the empty glass on

    the counter.

    "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure you're properly

    taken care of," she said smiling.

    She gently pushed me against the kitchen unit and leaned

    into me, wrapping her arms around my waist; we kissed.

    "Now, come on stud, Becky must be wondering where we

    are."

    Madison grabbed my hand and lead me back through the house

    and up the stairs to her room.

    As we entered, Becky, also in a dressing gown, was sitting

    on the bed. She got up as soon as she saw us.

    "Hey Becky,"

    "Hey Adam, I... I just wanted to say thank you for

    agreeing to do this. I know you and Mads love each other very much and this was
    a big ask on my part, but thank you, you don't know how much I need this."

    "Thank Madison, really, she's the one who did a very

    good job convincing me."

    Madison playfully nudged me as she walked to the other side

    of the bed.

    There was a brief silence as we all looked at each other,

    wondering how we were going to start this, when Becky remembered something and
    broke the silence.

    "Oh, before I forget. I wasn't quite sure what would

    happen tonight, or what you two were into, so I did a bit of research on the
    internet and brought a few things with me. I hope you don't mind."

    She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a

    nondescript carrier bag. Then walking back, she proceeded to empty the contents
    of the bag on to the bed.

    "Holy crap Beck's," Madison blurted out.

    On the bed in front of us, was a blindfold, a pair of hand

    cuffs, a couple of bottles of sensual massage oils, a medium sized purple
    vibrator and a box of condoms.

    "I didn't know... um, how big you were Adam, so I hope

    these are okay?" Becky said pointing to the condoms.

    "They should be fine." I replied, looking at the

    box.

    "After you left Mads, I went into that new lingerie

    shop in the mall. They had a whole section of this stuff at the back, so I
    grabbed all this lot."

    Madison and I looked at each other, then both looked back at

    Becky.

    "Wow Becky, you really went all out."

    Madison, picked up the massage oil, flicked open the cap and

    sniffed. Her face showing, she approved of the scent.

    "Well, they say you never forget your first time, so I

    wanted to make sure mine was unforgettable."

    There was no chance of forgetting this, that's for sure, I

    thought to myself.

    We all stood there, just looking at the pile of sex aids on

    the bed, waiting for someone to make the first move.

    "Okay then, shall we do this?" Madison suggested,

    with a hint of excitement in her voice.

    I think Becky and I were looking for someone to take the

    lead and it looks like Madison just volunteered.

    "Well, I think to start with, one of us is wearing way

    too many clothes." Madison announced as both her and Becky looked in my direction.

    "What about you two? With your dressing gowns on,"

    I said defensively, even though I knew I would need to get naked.

    The two girls turned to face each other and smiled, they

    both unfastened their belts, and dropped their gowns to the floor, in what
    looked like a perfectly synced move.

    My eyes didn't know where to look first. On either side of

    the bed was a naked girl, standing there loo

    28 min
  • Fateful Collision In Manhattan
    Fate’s Embrace
    Two pedestrians collide fatefully.

    by  maxicue. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying
    it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge
    of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while
    the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the
    unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun,
    that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift.
    He loved this game ever
    since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in
    Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at
    the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush
    hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages
    of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money
    given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying
    those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the
    restaurant at Max's Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and
    the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of
    kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially
    at the club, even with his own special tempo.

    This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he
    collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of
    six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps
    missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer
    to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the
    narrow passage he'd found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment
    for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her
    knowing when to get in his way, when he'd happen to be sliding through
    at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful.

    "Asshole," the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact
    sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like
    concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over
    her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow
    avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went
    both ways.

    He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too
    big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he
    was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans
    showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat,
    too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the
    year, splayed open.

    "I'm so sorry," Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided
    by her, he insisted, "Let me help you up." She finally allowed his large
    hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. "I didn't
    see you," he added.

    "Obviously," she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on
    her shoulders.

    "Hungry?" he asked.

    "I could eat," she half smiled.

    He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the
    last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots
    for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke
    and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst
    other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might
    have run off, but of course she didn't, having food waiting for her.

    "I'm Joe," he told her.

    "Jenny," she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich.

    They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing
    it.

    "Anything else?" he asked.

    "Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting."

    "Okay if we share?" he asked.

    "That's fine."

    "Uhm, are you going to stay?" He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she
    sniffled. "Please?"

    Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, "Nowhere better to be."

    "Good. After we eat, let's get that scrape taken care of."

    "Okay."

    They stayed, talking over the small empty plate.

    "Where are you from?" he asked.

    "The Twin Cities. Minneapolis."

    "No shit! Me too!"

    "No shit!"

    "No shit. Where?"

    "Robbinsdale."

    "Golden Valley."

    "No shit?"

    "No shit."

    The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden
    Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals,
    doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type.

    Fate.

    "You work around here?" she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and
    tie, the tie loose around his neck.

    "I used to," he told her. "I'm actually applying for jobs presently."

    "Presently," she giggled.

    "Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt."

    "No, it's cute."

    "Glad you think so," he chuckled.

    "How's the job search going?" she asked.

    "Not great unfortunately. My uncle's an executive at the William Morris
    Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he's against nepotism. It's
    possible I'll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but
    I'm making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience."

    "From what?" she asked.

    "I used to be a waiter at Max's Kansas City."

    "No shit!"

    "No shit."

    "Why not stay there?"

    "I needed a change," he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm.

    Jenny sensing Joe's discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line
    of inquiry. "What's the William Morris Agency?" she asked instead.

    "It's one of the largest talent agencies in America," he told her.

    "Cool."

    "Yeah. It's had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle
    wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his
    house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the
    last a brand new print and sitting close."

    "Is that cool?" she asked.

    "Pretty cool," he chuckled.

    When they left the automat, he told her, "Let's get you some anti-bacteria
    for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby."

    "You don't have anything at home?" she asked, surprising him.

    "Um...you sure?"

    "I'm sure," she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again.

    "I can get something on the way," he decided.

    "Great!"

    Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting
    the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. "Need any of
    these?" she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms.

    His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated
    Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. "Holy shit,"
    he thought.

    Both were blushing while he made the purchase.

    They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth
    Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple
    non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking
    a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around
    in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire
    hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and,
    pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the
    largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows
    unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the
    view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path
    taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his
    typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he
    knew the probable culprit, since he'd seen the junkie just off St. Marks
    selling his records, a regular at Max's.

    "Sorry for the mess," he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob.

    "No problem," she responded. "Beggars can't be choosers."

    "Jenny?"

    "Mind if I take a shower?" she sniffled.

    "Not at all. Just a second." He knelt in front of a small cabinet and
    grabbed a towel for her. "The red door on the right," he told her.

    For some reason they'd painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door,
    the rest of the apartment with white walls.

    He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers
    on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his
    typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go
    to the nearest laundromat a block or so away.

    She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it
    tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she
    unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the
    more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately
    not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with
    just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less
    substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some
    would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a
    woman.

    "Like what you see?" she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm
    round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some
    definition.

    "Wow," he said. "You're definitely in shape."

    "Dreams of being a prima ballerina," she sniffled.

    He sat on the bed and patted his lap. "Come here."

    "You have way too many clothes on," she sniffled and giggled.

    "Come here, Jenny," he said more forcefully.

    She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her.

    "Tell me," he said.

    "You don't want to fuck me?"

    "Of course I do. Tell me."

    She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending
    up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. "Tell me," he
    repeated.

    "I...had to," she choked out.

    "Had to?"

    "Your shirt," she murmured, pulling her head away.

    "It's okay," he insisted, gently pulling her head back.

    "I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,"
    she managed to say. "I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I'm not good
    enough."

    "Best to know I guess," Joe tried.

    "It's not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get
    away."

    "From?"

    "Everything!"

    "Including?"

    "My mother's cruel disappointment. She'd been a ballerina until she had me.
    My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me
    instead making sure I was ready. My father..."

    "Did he...?"

    "No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom
    when I was her age or younger I guess. He'd be affectionate, too
    affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn't, not
    directly but close, you know. I guess I didn't believe it, but it turned out
    he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch
    which got me off him immediately. The last straw...I woke up with him in my
    bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe
    I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when
    I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit
    about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more
    affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him.

    "I'm of course freaking out, everything...and then this...but I managed to
    take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I
    needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to
    her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys
    me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually
    offered one to me, but I told her she'd probably close it and have me
    arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I'm like, 'You're a
    fucking cunt.' And she's saying I'm a useless slut."

    "Sorry," Joe apologized.

    "I'm the sorry one," Jenny actually chuckled.

    "But...it doesn't sound like sex..."

    Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. "I got hit
    on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn
    station. I'm not as naïve as I look."

    "But you don't know me."

    "Like you're a psycho? You don't seem the type and in a way I don't fucking
    care. A rapist probably wouldn't have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at
    this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to
    my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running.
    And I didn't even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared
    and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided,
    thinking I'd try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea
    or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So
    Joe, I guess you're the best choice I've had so far." She kissed him,
    pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt.

    He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her
    on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his
    shirt.

    "Nice," she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn't work out, but being
    young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him
    slim and slimly muscled.

    He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side.
    Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were
    involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive,
    while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of
    her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples
    to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through
    her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs
    and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her
    firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and
    returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and
    tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth.

    Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration,
    finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and
    nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending
    his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her
    labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and
    when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened
    legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she
    lifted her middle and moaned.

    Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first
    climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other
    hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since
    she seemed to handle ever more pressure there.

    "Joe," she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got
    naked for her. "Oh my," she commented at his length, on the thicker side,
    and definitely longer than the two she'd seen by at least a couple inches.

    "I'll be gentle," he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving
    between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she
    brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in.

    "Oh fuck!" she moaned.

    "Too much?" he asked reluctantly.

    "Don't you fucking stop!" she declared.

    He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he'd ever felt and realized he
    wouldn't last and told her.

    "Just fuck me," she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis.

    Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with
    each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his
    cock completely inside her. He'd known girls her size, even taller, where he
    had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to
    spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl,
    but in a good way.

    He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone
    which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before
    thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up
    while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples.

    She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass
    cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it
    seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her
    nails thankfully short, he'd learn later she tended to nibble on them when
    nervous, and he'd actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she
    pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, "Oh my
    fucking God!" rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip,
    only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster
    strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix,
    and cumming.

    "Joe," she murmured, her hands pushing his chest.

    "Sorry," he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He'd
    reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to
    hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs.

    "Mmm," she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if
    feeling a last echo of her orgasm.

    "It'll be better next time," he promised.

    She chuckled weakly.

    "What?" he asked.

    She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions
    of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his
    abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with
    him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his.

    "That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I've had,"
    she explained.

    "I thought it was making love," he argued.

    "Don't be pedantic, Joe," she smirked, surprising him.

    "Pedantic?"

    "You know what I mean."

    "Of course, but..."

    "I'm smarter than I look."

    "I don't believe in the dumb blonde myth."

    "I've met several, and not all blondes."

    "School?"

    "And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I
    suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing
    and studying."

    "Makes sense. So school...?"

    "I would have graduated this spring if I hadn't had to run away."

    "GED?" he asked.

    "Probably. I don't imagine going to school for one quarter. You?"

    "School?"

    1 hr 8 min
  • Pining for Madison: Part 4
    Adam and Madison take Becky and Ryan to the cabin.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    As

    6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs crossed in the lotus
    style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly awaited her
    call.

    She

    had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family, making each day
    feel like an eternity. I missed her so much -- it marked the longest
    time we'd been apart since we started dating.

    I

    watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to transition from 6:29
    to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly shifted from
    twenty-nine to thirty.

    A

    picture of Madison's beautiful face, along with her name, lit up my
    screen, and the phone started to ring. I answered immediately.

    "Hey babe," I greeted, trying to hold the phone steady in front of me.

    A pixelated view of her face appeared, before eventually becoming clearer.

    "Hey babe," she replied, giving me a little wave.

    "How's the holiday going?" I asked.

    "Oh, you know, not bad. Missing you like crazy though."

    "I'm missing you too. Not being with you is driving me nuts. When will you be back again?"

    "Aww babe, don't worry, I'll be back for your birthday, I promise."

    "I don't care about my birthday; I just want to see you again."

    "It's only a few more days, and then I'm all yours. The birthday boy can have anything he wants then."

    "Anything?"

    "Yep, anything."

    "That does sound good, but what do I want?" I said tapping my chin with my finger.

    "Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination."

    "Ooh! I've just thought of a few things."

    "I bet you have, and let me guess, it doesn't involve wearing much?"

    "How did you know?"

    She laughed at my predictability.

    "Speaking of which..." she began to say.

    "I've been so horny, these last few days, I might just jump on you, the second I see you."

    "It must be all that country air, but I'll brace myself," I joked.

    "I've thought about, you know..." she said gesturing her head downwards.

    "But I'm sharing a room with my niece, so it's not really practical."

    "Where is she now?"

    "Well, actually come to mention it, I'm on my own. Everyone went grocery shopping for food for this evening."

    "Well, why don't you, you know, take care of it now?" I suggested.

    "What, like over the phone?"

    "Yeah, yeah." I said egging her on.

    "Well, I'll do it, if you do it with me."

    "Okay, fairs fair."

    1 hr 10 min

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