Steamy-Stories

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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"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."

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I

"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, 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,

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

"In

That,

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

"That's

"Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you telling me all this?"

by Tepin. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Ok, I’m pretty sure everyone reading this has done something in their life that’s left them embarrassed as hell and I’m no exception. By the age of 19 I’d already blown the ass out of my pants during a high school play while going commando and had my older sister walk in on me while I was masturbating (thankfully I’d covered her ass a few times when she would have really gotten in trouble so at least I knew she wouldn’t say anything to my parents). But neither of them actually got me anything other than embarrassed and teased for a good bit too.

What happened recently totally blew past both of them…

My parents had gone away for a few days (25th wedding anniversary) - perfect!

My sister was home from college for the summer but she was spending a week at a friend’s cottage so I had the house to myself - perfect!

I’d convinced, Laurie, my girlfriend of 6 months to come and spend the night - perfect!

We’d been having sex for a while and I’d slowly been trying to get her to be a little more ‘adventurous’ - it took me 2 months to get to convince her that me eating her pussy was ok (and she found she loved it) and another month to convince her to do the same for me (didn’t like it anywhere near as much and made it clear I wasn’t to cum in her mouth). It didn’t matter what I said, anything anal - fingers, tongue, toy or cock was a total no go (with threats of no sex if I asked again).

Seeing as she’d finally let me eat her and found she really liked that, I’d been suggesting that I go down on her after I came in her. I’d had a previous girlfriend introduce me to that little kink and found I really enjoyed it. Whenever I mentioned it she always said that it sounded gross and wasn’t something she wanted to try but I was hoping that between having the house to ourselves and a few drinks that maybe tonight would be the night that it would happen.

It was about 7pm and things seemed to be going really well. She’d had a few drinks and seemed to be getting a wee bit buzzed, I’d hooked my laptop to the TV so we could watch some porn and we were kissing and groping each other while we lay on the couch. When we’d had enough porn, I suggested we go up to bed, she quickly agreed and soon we were naked, on the bed and I was enjoying sucking on her nipples (I’d found that really turned her on) while I fingered her pussy. While I was doing that, I whispered in her ear that I was really looking forward to making love to her and especially the feeling of cumming in her pussy after I’d gotten her off a few times. She stroked my cock and said she hoped I had lots of energy because she wanted to take advantage of being able to spend the night and the next day having lots of sex.

I figured I might as well tell her what else I was thinking so I whispered in her ear, “I’m looking forward to spending the whole night together too and would love to taste your pussy before and after I’ve cum!”

Apparently, that wasn’t such a good idea because her reply was, “Why do you always have to bring that up. It’s gross and I don’t understand why you think it would be fun.”

She hated my ex Debbie so I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell her that it was Debbie that got me into it so instead I said, “I saw it on a porn once and it turned me on. If it’s ok to cum in a girl’s mouth, why is it so gross for a guy to want to taste his own cum mixed with hers?”

Ok, I likely should have just dropped it but that didn’t occur to me at the time and now Laurie was really upset, we got in a big fight and she left, her final words being, “I’m not sure I want to keep going out with you.” I figured that was it for us but the next morning I got a text from her that she’d thought about things and was willing to give it a try but it would have to be her way. I immediately texted back a ‘YES’ and grabbed a quick shower.

When she got there, things still felt a little ‘cold’ between us but I assumed it was just because she was a bit nervous. We kissed for a bit and then went upstairs, got undressed and lay on the bed. She totally surprised me when she said, “I’m still not sure why you want to do this but if I’m willing to try it, I don’t want you changing your mind and before I could say anything she pulled some ropes out of the bag she’d brought. I’d always wondered what being tied up would be like so I happily let her tie me to the bed and I was quite impressed because by the time she was done I couldn’t move much more than a few inches in any direction.

By now I was hard as a rock and when she was happy that I wasn’t going anywhere, she straddled my face so I could eat her. I definitely had a 'thing’ for eating pussy so I happily ate her until she came and then she moved down so she could slide her pussy onto my cock. She seemed to be enjoying being in control and I was fine with it too and before long she’d cum not once but twice more. When she felt me thrusting up into her and starting to moan a bit, she knew I was close to cumming and surprised me by stopping and lifting herself up off my cock.

When I asked what she was doing, I was totally unprepared for her answer. “You knew I thought the idea of having you lick my pussy after you came in it was gross but you kept asking. I’d hoped that when I told you I didn’t want to be with you that you’d change your mind and tell me it was ok if we didn’t do it and then today you jumped at the chance, not even caring whether I really wanted to do it or not. I’m going to leave you tied up here while I go shopping (her favourite pastime) for a while and you can think about things. By the time I get back, I want you to decide. Option one is that you want me as a girlfriend and you’ll quit asking about eating my cummy pussy - if that’s the case I’ll untie you and we can spend the day having some amazing sex. Option two is if you really want to taste your cum from my pussy then I’ll leave you tied up, ride your cock until you cum in me, straddle your face until you’ve eaten as much as you’d like, then I’ll untie you. However that’ll be the last time we ever have sex because I’ll be done with you” and with that she left.

She’d only been gone about 15 minutes when my phone started ringing and at first, I thought it was her and wondered how the hell she thought I was going to answer when I was tied up and then I realized it was my parents ring. Shit…I was supposed to call them this morning to let them know everything was ok and I’d forgotten. They tried a few times and then it stopped so I knew I’d better call them back as soon as Laurie came back.

About 30 minutes later I heard the door open and thought that Laurie was back sooner than I thought but when I heard the “Hello!” I recognized it as being the next-door neighbour, Janet’s. Fuck! Mom must have called her and asked her to check on me. If I didn’t answer her - she’d check the whole house to see if I was here but if I did answer, she’d come upstairs to see if anything was wrong so either way I was fucked. As it was, before I could decide which way to go, I heard her coming up the stairs and then she looked into the bedroom. I’m sure that she wasn’t expecting to find me tied naked to the bed and the look on her face proved it.

When she stepped all the way into the bedroom, I was a bit surprised to see her in just a housecoat but knowing how my mom usually over-reacted, she’d likely told Janet that I wasn’t answering because I was laying dying on the floor somewhere and to go check right away.

I was dying alright - dying of embarrassment and it didn’t help when she came closer to the bed, eyed me up and down before saying, “Well, at least I know why you weren’t answering your phone but I really don’t think I can tell your parents the reason. But…I know I’d really like to know how you ended up like this!”

I figured maybe I could get out of it by just telling her that Laurie and I were trying something new and got in a bit of a fight and she’d left me like this until she’d cooled off.

“Ok…but that doesn’t make sense when you’re the one tied to the bed so there’s really no way you could make her do something she didn’t want to do so it must have been something you were asking her to do.”

Unfortunately, as she was talking, I noticed that her robe had pulled open and I could see pretty much all of her right breast. While Laurie’s tits were small (both boob and nipples), Janet’s were a lot larger, her areola’s looked huge and dark plus I could easily see her nipple sticking out. Of course, that caused me to start getting hard again which Janet promptly noticed.

“Oh, whatever you wanted your girlfriend to do must be pretty hot if just thinking about it is getting you hard.”

I should have agreed with her but instead I said, “I’m not thinking about that.”

“Then what are you thinking of?” and that’s when she noticed where I was looking and realized her robe had opened. “Really…all it takes is a flash of a boob to get you hard? Damn I wish that worked on my husband.”

“I didn’t mean to…it just kind of happened…and I likely shouldn’t say it but it’s a lot bigger than Laurie’s and your nipple is really perky.”

“No, you likely shouldn’t say that but thank you. So… back to you, exactly what did you say/do to piss your girlfriend off so much that she left you like this?”

So now you can see what topped my previous embarrassments - here I was, tied naked to the bed, with a hard on and having to explain to my neighbour why I was there.

I took a deep breath and said, “My last girlfriend liked to have her pussy eaten after I’d cum and I found I enjoyed it. I tried to convince Laurie to let me do it with her even though she thought it was gross. She said she was going to give it a try but wanted to tie me to the bed. She came a few times from my tongue and cock but before I could cum she stopped and told me I’d have to decide whether to drop the subject and keep her or she’d do it but then we were done - and then left me here while she went shopping.”

When I first looked back at Janet, I thought she was now the one that was blushing but then I realized that in addition to her cheeks getting pinker, the nipple I could see was even longer and harder than before and the other one was showing clearly through her housecoat.

“So, you actually get turned on by the thought of cumming in a woman and then eating her pussy afterwards?”

Now totally embarrassed I quietly said, “I know…Laurie says it’s gross too but ya, it turns me on.”

Then to my surprise, Janet said, “Well, if it helps any, it really turns me on too but I’ve never been able to convince my husband to try it.”

That bit of news got my cock from firm to hard almost instantly and when Janet saw my reaction she said, “hmmm…. maybe we can help each other out” and let her robe slide down off her shoulders leaving her totally naked.

Wow…I’d seen her regularly over the years but never realized just how good she looked. She was a bit younger than my mom - likely late 30s, maybe 140 pounds, her tits were about 36c but only had a wee bit of sag, both her nipples were as hard as I was and her pussy was totally shaved. I’d tried to get Laurie to shave her pussy but she said she didn’t want to look like a 'little girl’ - well seeing Janet in the nude with a smooth pussy and rock-hard nipples, there was nothing 'little girl’ about her.

Before I could fully register what was happening, Janet climbed on the bed and straddled my cock. She was already nice and wet but it still took a bit for her to take all 7” inside her. Later found out that hubby was just over 5" so I was hitting spots that hadn’t been hit in a long time.

Laurie was a bit tighter but Janet wasn’t far behind and was able to do things with her vaginal muscles that were totally incredible. As she rode me, she leaned forward so I could suck on her nipples and then moved her face down and gave me one of the hottest kisses I’d ever had before moving back so I could suck her nipples again.

I’m sure the thought of what was going to happen was a big part of it but the more I sucked on her nipples, the more she clenched until finally she started thrusting like crazy on my cock and moaned, “my god, I’m cumming!” That was all it took for me to explode inside her and it felt like I hadn’t cum for a month.

When I finally finished cumming, Janet held me inside until I started to soften before pulling off, putting a hand over her pussy and moving up the bed. When she got close enough she moved her hand away, lowered her pussy to my mouth and soon I was in cream pie heaven!

As fast as she dribbled, I was licking and sucking which caused her to contract more which caused more dribbles until there was nothing left to 'dribble’. Once I’d gotten all our juices, I shifted my attention to licking and sucking on her clit and it didn’t take long for that to put her over the edge and with a long moan I felt her pussy pulsate and then her legs tightened around my head. When she eventually relaxed she pretty much collapsed beside me on the bed.

After she’d caught her breath, she said “wow…I’d always wanted to do that and now I wish I’d done it sooner because it was even better than I thought. I hope you enjoyed it too!”

“Oh, I certainly did! I’d be happy to do it again anytime you’d like and you wouldn’t even need to tie me down!”

“Hmmm, that might just the solution.”

“To what?”

“Well, you like Laurie but she doesn’t want you to eat her after you cum. I love being eaten after I get filled but my hubby won’t do it. How about you tell Laurie that you want her more than you want to eat her after you cum and that way the two of you can stay together. Hubby’s been after me to find someone to do some of the yard work so he doesn’t have to which would give you a good reason to come over regularly, fuck me then eat me and that way all four of us can get what we want - and I’ll even get my hubby to pay you for the yard work.”

“Hmmm…I think that could certainly work for everyone and if we had another hour or so I’d love to give you another memory if being eaten but if Laurie comes back and finds you here then all hell’s going to break loose.”

Janet quickly agreed so she washed my face, groin and anything else that smelled noticeably like sex, told me she’d call my mom and tell her that everything was fine and it was just that my phone had died, and went back home leaving me tied to the bed. I only had to lay there for another half hour or so before Laurie came back and with some hesitancy asked what I’d decided.

I told her, “I definitely want you more than I want you to do anything you don’t like.” That got me lots of hot kisses as she undressed and started stroking my cock.

“That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say!” and then totally surprised me by not only taking my cock in her mouth (glad Janet had washed me off well) but sucking on me until I was close to cumming. When I told her I was close, she just smiled and went right back to sucking. I wasn’t going to warn her again and soon I was shooting into her mouth for the first time and even though I’d just cum in Janet an hour before, the thrill of her taking me all the way with her mouth certainly had something to do with the amount I came.

I was fully expecting her to spit it all out but instead she just smiled and swallowed. When she had, she looked at me and said, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought, I’d actually do it again but just don’t expect it every time we have sex!”

“That was amazing and I’ll happily wait for whenever you’re in the mood to do it again. Now why don’t you untie me so we can have a nice shower together, then I’ll eat your nice clean pussy and we can spend the rest the day fucking and playing?”

She thought that was a great idea and by the time supper rolled around she’d cum many more times than I had but we were both pretty much fucked out and quite happy to enjoy a nice nap together before she had to leave.

That night I slept better than I had in years and was out cutting the grass the next morning when Janet’s hubby waved me over to the fence. Obviously I wondered if he’d found out about the day before with Janet so I was quite relieved when he said, “Janet mentioned you were looking for some extra work - if you’re open to cutting the grass and whatever else Janet wants you to do then I’ll be able to play more golf and not have her complain about what needs doing - does $15/hr work for you?”

Trying to hide my smile, I said “sure…I’ve got to cut our grass anyway so I’ll do yours today to.”

“Perfect…that means I can get 18 holes in before lunch. Once the grass is done, see if there’s anything else she needs and she’ll pay you when you’re done.”

“Will do…enjoy your golf!”

All of a sudden, I had the feeling that this was going to be a much better summer than I’d thought - and it was!

Laurie and I stayed together through the summer, we got along great, had lots of great sex and she even sucked me off and swallowed it a couple more times before Christmas. We were even talking about getting an apartment together at some point but unfortunately her parents split in February and she ended up moving out of town with her mom. We stayed together for a while but not seeing each other regularly took its toll and by April we’d split up too.

Janet and I had an equally fun summer - fucking any chance we could with me eating her afterwards (and usually before as well). When she found that Laurie wasn’t interested in anal, we started doing that as well. While she didn’t enjoy it as much as regular sex, she often came with me up her ass and either my fingers or a toy in her pussy. Once the snow fell, we weren’t able to get together as often because her husband couldn’t go golfing anymore and the grass didn’t need cutting but with me being able to do any little stuff around the house that he didn’t want to do, he was able to get out almost every Friday night bowling with his buddies and then a few beers afterwards so that gave me lots of time to 'collect my pay’ for the week.

When Laurie and I broke up, the sex with Janet became even hotter and honestly - right now I’m not in a hurry to get a new girlfriend, unless of course I can find one who likes to be eaten after sex.

by Tepin, for Literotica

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Based on a post by mi

Nico stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold

The crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge

A silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was

I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text

I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn't

By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got

Over the next several weeks we saw each other quite a bit,

Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up

I watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs.

The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with

I thought I was the luckiest guy on campus. Nico was an

I don't mean to sound ungrateful but I wanted more. Even

I know that sounds crazy, but I can't help these kinds of

One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central

"Until 2am. Sorry."

She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before

I shook my head. "Doubtful. People tend to do that when

She pointed at a monitor in front of me. "Can you use

"Yeah, but it's our policy not to."

"Let me back there, I want to take a look."

"Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule

"Then I'd like an application, please," she

"Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time

Nico smiled wickedly, put the pen to her lips and sucked

"What would we bet?"

"If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal.

"You have to tell me why you can't have a

She frowned. "Not very imaginative. Alright, if that's

Shaking my head, I turned the monitor back and closed the

"I'd like my pre-interview first, then we can

"Alright." I started to read over her application

"I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an

I let my coworker know I was doing a pre-interview. He

"So, Miss Dewpot," I read the name she wrote on

"Well, I've always found computers sexy, what with all

I made a check mark. "And what are your best

She looked up at the ceiling. "I'm loyal, punctual, and

"All admirable qualities," I agreed. "What's

"If someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end

"I'm afraid we can't hire you, Miss Dewpot. According

"I always knew I would make it someday," she

She waited a moment. I sat silently so she continued.

"Anyway, the other night I was having a pow-wow with

"As I've said before, I can't have a boyfriend but I

"The other problem is that you're anti-social. Maybe

I shrugged as I didn't have the slightest clue as to where

I sat and stared at her for a very long time. My mouth was

Nico shook her head vigorously. "No, of course not, no

"What do you mean?"

"Afterwards, you tell me, in glorious Technicolor, all

"Sounds like everyone will get off. Will I?"

She smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Silly

"Why should I take you to dinner?"

"It's only fair," she said over her shoulder as

I sat in that room for a long time and pondered on what kind

I didn't get any sleep that night. I simply lay there and

Of course I said yes, because that's what Nico wanted. I

"Like what."

"I don't know." I looked around to see if anyone

Nico nodded. "Of course. If you feel uncomfortable or

I was appalled. "Did you just say client?"

"Maybe trick is a better term?" She watched with

"Someday I'll learn," I muttered as I left enough

On the walk back she veered us through a graveyard, saying

Over two weeks went by before we got our first bite. In the

Nico told me all this while sitting on my lap one night and

The feel of her body rubbing against mine made me relax bit

Her hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts,

She stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans,

By the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep

The party wasn't as crowded as I feared although it was

Amanda and I looked at each other for a moment before we

Amanda nodded and led on, threading our way through the

"I'll stop any time you want; Just tell me," I

I watched her closely. She was very still, with her eyes

With one finger I lightly stroked her sex through the cotton

She gripped the edge of the counter now, the muscles of her

"Thank you," she whispered, her words barely

Blondish-brown pubic hair, thick and curly, greeted me.

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Everyone

I was getting that familiar buggy feeling I get when I'm in

Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me,

Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more

She scowled. "I put it down to send a text and it must

"Mine," I explained and she picked it up and

"I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink.

"Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands.

"Short for Nicole," she explained without looking

I stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were pale

"Church? I'm an altar girl," she said without

I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans but I knew what she meant.

She shook her head. "No one. I walked a friend back to

We talked as I continued pouring beers. Nico told me she was

Eventually the keg ran dry and I had the unenviable task of

"Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun."

"The only thing a mob will understand is force,"

Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of

"What?"

Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully.

"No," I said, completely unoffended. It was not

"Didn't think so." She patted the mattress next to

I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to

"What?" I asked again, afraid she had noticed my

She shook her head, a frown on her face. "You're not

"No, I suppose not."

She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without

She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand

Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth.

The feel of her tongue was too much and my whole body

I lay there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and

"Don't; seeing it pleases me," she said.

I tried to put it into words but my vocabulary failed me.

She nodded in agreement. "Kneel on the floor in front

I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I

Those green eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at me

I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted

With slow and tender licks and kisses, I explored every nook

When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was

Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed.

I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother

We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women

I had forgotten to get her number and I didn't know her last

The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way

After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I

"Nope," I said, quickly closing my Advanced

"Is your roommate around?"

"No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with

"About that night," she began but stopped. She

"I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly,

"Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long

"What?"

"Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Nico stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me.

I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and

"What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on

"You know, like what you did to me," I bumbled.

"You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and

"Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on.

"Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as

"Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy."

Nico shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you

"Ok."

"Did you like licking my cunt?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"I liked licking you."

"I want you to say the word." She waited, an

"Cunt," I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All

She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more

"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I

"Do you believe in God, Thomas?"

"No, do you?"

Nico snorted with derision. "I have don't have time to

I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a

"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly.

Like most guys, I had been curious with the length of my cock.

She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind

I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me.

In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one

Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood,

She motioned me over until I was standing next to her.

I stood over her and masturbated as Nico's hands played

She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I can't have

I continued stroking, my orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled

"I can't have a boyfriend

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Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

“Well, Ken, that’s sweet of you to ask.” she said almost to herself. As she paused, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had gotten an idea. “Alright! Here, let me give you my number.” She scribbled a series of digits down on a scrap piece of paper, writing her name next to them. “I’ll, um, talk to you later, I guess?”

“Sounds great!”

Ken couldn’t believe it; he had actually done it! He had asked out the prettiest girl he had ever known! Moreover, she had given him her number! Things were definitely looking up.

“Dick!” a voice behind them yelled.

Ken turned, immediately recognizing Jason Brown, Jacqueline’s fraternal twin brother, along with his two flunkies, Brian and Barrett Sullivan. Jason had been the star quarterback at his high school, and the Sullivan boys were his best offensive linemen. They often served as his muscle off the football field, as well. Ken was intimately familiar with these three, as they had made it their mission in high school to make his life a living hell. Being stuffed in lockers, having his wallet stolen, all were commonplace with them. The three approached, attempting to appear imposing, which they were from the perspective of the ever-scrawny Ken.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you guys,” Ken muttered as they approached.

“Well I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Kenny Dick,” Jason growled.

“Just shut up and leave me alone,” Ken replied, his blood boiling at the use of Jason’s longtime nickname for him.

“No! You shut the fuck up and listen!” Jason said, grabbing Ken by the collar of his tee-shirt and flinging him against his car. In the process, Ken dropped his shopping bags, the jugs of tea landing directly on the egg carton.

“Jason! Stop it!” Jacqueline protested.

Undeterred, Jason threatened. “Listen fuck-wad, you stay the hell away from my sister!”

“She’s an adult, dickhead! She can have anyone she wants as a friend!” Ken protested.

“You don’t belong on the same Planet as her! You’re nothing’! A pathetic sack of guts your dumbass mother decided to give a name to! Know what? Just do us all a favor and drop dead!”

Enraged at the insult to his mom, Ken swung a wild haymaker at his assailant, but Jason was more than ready, pinning Ken’s arm back against his car. Jason then delivered a crushing punch to Ken’s gut, dropping him down to his knees. Before leaving, Jason knelt down next to his gasping victim.

“Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time; I might just kill you myself. See ya around. Dick.” Turning to his sister, Jason said, “Come on, time to go home.”

Jacqueline looked down at the pitiful form of Ken before muttering, “Sorry, Ken.”

The trio of boys sauntered off across the parking lot, laughing and high-fiving at their antics. Jacqueline followed right behind them. Ken picked himself up and inspected his groceries, discovering the crushed eggs in his bag. Swearing and cursing, he grabbed the misshapen carton and went to throw it in a nearby trash can.

“No chess pie tonight.”

As Ken returned to his car and began his drive home, Jason and his flunkies watched on from his car, still pleased with their efforts.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jacqueline said in a lecturing tone.

Jason turned to face his sister. “I do what I gotta do, Jacqueline. That fuck-wad has no business getting friendly with you. He needs to learn his place.”

“Be that as it may, I can take care of myself,” she replied firmly.

“Take care of yourself? Wait; you didn’t?”

“I did. Jason, someday you’ll learn that there are more subtle and effective ways to ward off undesirables. Trust me, Ken won’t bother me ever again.”

Upon arriving back home, Ken couldn’t bring himself to tell his mom about the incident with the eggs. He instead told her that the store had run out altogether. She had spent many sleepless nights in the past worrying about the constant bullying her son was subjected to in school. Ken didn’t want to give her anything else to worry about. By this time, has uncles had started arriving, and the living room was soon filled with the sounds of football games. In Ken’s mind, these were no more thought provoking that the mindless Christmas specials he had found earlier. Ken went up to his room to take a hot shower, as well as get some alone time in the process. As he stripped down, he saw a bruise beginning to form on his stomach from Jason’s punch. He winced in pain as he touched the tender skin.

Shit; that’s not going away for a while.

Ken took some Tylenol for the pain before stepping into the shower. The hot water helped relax his body, and the steam gradually built up, clearing his mind a bit. He finished after a while and, after making sure his door was shut, flopped facedown onto his bed. After laying there for around an hour or so, his mom finally called him down to rejoin the family for dinner.

Taking his seat at the table, Ken glanced around the room at his various family members. His mom had two older brothers, Lee and Stan. Though Lee was tall and still relatively youthful looking at forty-five, Stan was shorter and beginning to bald as he approached fifty. Still, both of them had one notable thing in common as far as Ken was concerned: they were both still jocks at heart. Ken had never known his father; it had always just been him and his mom. He could tell that his uncles tried to be male role models for him, but their efforts were usually ill-conceived attempts to “man him up.” Never once did they understand his introverted tendencies, and always tried to get him to be more of a people person. After a while, Ken stopped paying their advice any attention.

It was striking to Ken how similar Lee and Stan’s families were. They had both married beautiful, blonde cheerleaders, and now both had sixteen-year-old daughters, both of whom were among the most popular girls in school. It all sickened Ken; they were just perpetuating the stereotype of pretty and popular being the be-all, end-all in life. As the family ate, Ken remained silent for the most part. The adults were engrossed in discussions about their jobs, and the two daughters were giggling and playing on their phones the entire time. None of this was relevant to Ken.

“You know, I saw something interesting today,” Lee said as dessert was being brought out. “I was at Kroger filling up my car, and saw you in the main parking lot, Ken. Looked like you were, uh, having some words with a few guys out there.”

Shit! He saw that?

Not wanting to worry his mom, Ken replied, “It; it was nothing.”

“Nothing, eh? Is that why that punk punched you in the gut?”

With a worried look on her face, Helen asked, “Ken, sweetie, what is he talking about?” She walked around the table to Ken’s seat and lifted up his shirt, seeing the bruise on his abdomen. “Was it that Jason boy again?”

“Mom, just let it go.”

“No! Ken, you know I worry about you!”

“You worry about Me? I think you need to worry more about your brother!” Ken shouted, his anger exploding at last. “Right, Uncle Lee? Come on, you see your own nephew being ganged up on in a parking lot, yet you do nothing to help him out?!”

“A man’s gotta learn to fight his own battles,” Lee replied in a calm voice.

“No. You want to know what a man does? A man sticks up for his Family! No. Matter. What! You stood there and watched your own nephew get beaten up. That says a hell of a lot more about you than it does me. And if that’s family; I don’t want any part of this one.”

Without a word, Ken stood and left the dining room. He then grabbed his MIT hoodie and headed for the front door. As he was about to get into his car and drive off, he saw to his frustration that his uncles’ cars were parked in the driveway behind him, blocking him in. Cursing under his breath, he prepared to leave on foot.

“Ken! Come back inside, please!” Helen called after him, running down the driveway.

“No. I’ve got to go out; clear my head.”

“Ken, it’s Christmas Eve. Please, come be with your family.”

“Mom, aside from you, not a single person in that house feels like family to me,” Ken replied coldly. “I’ll; I’ll call you after while.”

Ken walked off into the cold Georgia night, not knowing for sure where to go or what to do. Nobody else was out, as they were all at home with their families. Remembering the square in historic downtown Alpharetta, he decided to head in that direction. Maybe the quiet walk would do him some good.

Arriving in the town square, Ken walked along the sidewalks for a bit, peering into the darkened windows of the various shops and restaurants. Everything looked so different to him with everyone gone for the day; it all seemed so peaceful. As he continued to walk, he soon saw City Hall in the distance. In front of the building was a large green space, which was teeming with a surprising amount of activity for it being Christmas Eve. Ken moved closer, now spying a large gathering of people sitting on picnic blankets, all bundled up in coats and hats. Ahead of them, a large screen projected the classic film, It’s a Wonderful Life.

Though Ken was never into the Christmas cheer, as it were, he felt strangely drawn to watch a few minutes of the film from a distance. He soon began to regret that decision, as the movie had reached the point where George Baily had an arrest warrant out for him, lashing out at his family in anger. Watching him get drunk and punched in a bar fight, Ken began to feel sick with anger. Despite all his efforts to help better the world around him, the universe conspired against George Baily; just as it seemed to be conspiring against Ken. Unable to watch a moment more, he turned and walked into the nearby park.

Again alone with his thoughts, Ken sat on a bench near the fountain in the center of the park. He contemplated many things, as he often did in solitude. He thought about his piss poor excuse for a family, intent on changing him into what they say he should be. If only they could love him as he is. He thought about Jason Brown, a perpetual asshole that managed to get all the beautiful women his heart desired. If only the universe would serve up his just desserts, rather than conspiring against Ken. Sighing in frustration, he stuffed his freezing hands into his jeans pockets.

Jacqueline!

Feeling the scrap of paper still in his pocket, Ken suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dreary day. He needed something, anything to lift his spirits, and hearing her kind, sweet voice might just do it. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore if she was interested in him in a romantic sense; he just needed someone to listen and understand him. Digging out his phone, he dialed the number. After a single ring, a message began to play, seeming to be read by a game show host.

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In her freshman year at Northwestern Sindy had started working at a local coffee shop where she met Ryan. Ryan was five years older than Sindy, on the verge of graduating and merely looking at him made Sindy’s pulse race faster.

Ryan for his part was initially unaware of Sindy’s interest in him. But over the course of the year he’d come to the coffee shop to study and he gradually started to notice the cute girl with the blonde hair always staring at him. He found himself appreciating the graceful curve of her modest breasts and her almost ever-present smile.

It was a few days before the end of September when Ryan asked Sindy if she’d like to go out for a date sometime. Naturally she said yes.

Sindy’s parents were not wealthy but they were well off and when Sindy went to college they made sure she had her own apartment. It was just a one bedroom affair with another room that was her kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. Where Ryan shared his cramped dormer with two other young men that meant that his dates with Sindy frequently took place at her apartment.

Despite the circumstance their relationship was rather chaste. Sindy was always careful to make sure that things never got out of hand and that often left Ryan feeling frustrated. Still, he loved the girl and felt she was worth waiting for. But at the same time he longed to feel her bare skin against his own. Sindy of course had similar feelings for Ryan but she was constrained by her conservative spiritual upbringing and her parent’s expectation that she wait until marriage before getting physical with a young man.

Fate stepped in and late in the week before Christmas break one of Ryan’s roommates had left an electric hot plate unattended in close proximity to their pathetic little Christmas tree. Fortunately the ensuing fire took place during the day when almost all of the dorm residents were off at class. The remaining few who were in the dorm at the time safely made it out when the fire alarms went off.

Unfortunately the dorm was an old wooden structure and by the time the fire department arrived the building was a total loss. The fire department had no pretensions about saving the building and instead focused their efforts on preventing damage to other nearby dorms.

That afternoon Ryan got word that he was now out of a home and that what few clothes he owned had been consumed in the conflagration. The only spare clothes he still had were in his gym locker and these were suddenly much more important than they had been the day before.

Ryan texted Sindy and let her know about the fire. It turned out that Sindy had heard about the fire and she was of course pleased that Ryan was safe. But he had nowhere to live for the moment. The two of them agreed to meet for coffee to discuss the matter.

With the Christmas break only a day away Sindy asked Ryan if he could handle sleeping on her futon couch while she was away at home. The futon couch was one of those that went from being a couch into being a bed in moments. Naturally Ryan agreed to her terms that he keep his distance while living with Sindy and with only the things in his backpack he went home with Sindy.

That evening the two young people went out to gather a few sundries for Ryan to replace the things he lost. Sindy found it to be an intimate experience to shop for toiletries for her boyfriend and she also found herself desiring a more domestic lifestyle. Fantasies of marriage danced around her mind on the walk back to her apartment and she allowed herself a satisfied smile as she realized that it was now ‘their’ apartment.

The two of them stayed up later than usual due to the circumstance. They shared a late take out dinner and then got the couch set up as a bed for Ryan. Sindy excused herself to get ready for bed and Ryan listened as she did her evening grooming in the bathroom. He didn’t see her when she went into her bedroom and closed the door. His turn in the bathroom followed and then for lack of anything else to wear he just shucked his clothes and put on a clean pair of sweat pants for the night.

Sitting on his improvised bed Ryan caught his breath when Sindy returned to the room. She was wearing a simple silk nightshirt that buttoned down the front, her legs were temptingly bare, and the silk fabric readily betrayed the fact that Sindy’s breasts were tantalizingly unconstrained by a bra.

For her part Sindy felt flushed when she saw Ryan. It was the first time she’d seen him bare above the waist and he was everything she’d hoped for. He was well toned but not overly detailed like the narcissists she’d see in the weight rooms for hours on end. His chest had a proper tuft of hair unlike the fey boys who’d shave themselves hairless. And her eyes could not help but drift down to where she saw his sweat pants notably tented.

Being a relatively cloistered girl Sindy was naïve to Ryan’s erection and she merely thought it impressive. Still, the sight of her boyfriend half naked flustered the girl and she said a quick good night before retreating to the safety of her bedroom.

It ended up being more than an hour before either of the two of them slipped into a slumber.

The following morning saw Ryan waking up early. He started a pot of coffee and then took a shower. As he was washing himself he felt his morning hard-on and decided to do something about it. His fist wrapped around the hard cock and started working it. Trying to choke back his moans Ryan quickly spewed four strong streams of cum into the steaming water.

When he came out to the main room Sindy was already there, sipping her cup of coffee. The two young people were quite awkward as they tried to make conversation and it was the welcome fact of an early train for Sindy that put an end to the moment. A chaste kiss was exchanged and then Sindy ran off to catch her train.

Ryan watched her from the window as she ran down the street and when she turned the corner he saw her look back and wave. He smiled and waved at her as she walked out of sight.

Arriving at home Sindy somehow managed to get through the holiday without letting her parents know about Ryan or how he was currently living in her apartment. Images of Ryan’s bare chest replayed in her mind all through Christmas. At the church Christmas Eve service she found herself thinking about the birth of Jesus and how maybe someday she’d have a baby of her own. Her mind drifted back to Ryan and she snorted back a small giggle as she realized she didn’t want to have an immaculate conception.

Christmas came the next day and Sindy managed to slip away from her family long enough to call Ryan and wish him a Merry Christmas. The sound of his soothing voice was music to her ears and she found herself eager to get back to Evanston.

Her parents were actually impressed when Sindy told them she wanted to get back to school early. Her logical reason was that she wanted to be safe back at her apartment on New Year’s Eve instead of trying to travel with so many other people on New Year’s Day. That particular year New Year’s Day fell on a Sunday and that made the following day a work day. Even the news media predicted chaos for travel that day what with a massive snowstorm on the way for New Year’s Day.

It was just before lunch time when Sindy got back to the apartment. Ryan was out somewhere but she knew he’d be back because he was expecting her home. Sure enough she had just doffed her jacket and hat when Ryan came in the door. He set down a bag of groceries and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Sindy didn’t care that Ryan’s hand cupped one of her boobs as they kissed. No, she realized she liked it.

They broke their kiss and laughed that they were so much more passionate with each other. Sindy for her part was glad that Ryan hadn’t gone any further because she didn’t trust herself after having such lustful thoughts recently, for him.

The two of them chatted and caught up with each other as they put away the groceries. Ryan had splurged and bought the makings for Sindy’s favorite cocktail which was a Mai Tai. Sindy didn’t care for champagne because it gave her headaches, so Ryan had thoughtfully planned on the Mai Tai to toast in the new year.

It was just after nine when the expected snow started to fall. It wasn’t long after that when Ryan poured a fifth of white rum into a pitcher and then added pineapple juice, sweetened lime juice, grenadine, and a generous amount of dark rum to round off the drink.

Now Ryan could drink pretty hard, like most senior college men; but to be fair to him he wasn’t planning on drinking the whole pitcher of Mai Tai that one night. The thing was that he only knew the recipe one way and that was how he made it. He expected the pitcher of the cocktail would be sipped on for a few days.

At eleven the two young people sat in front of their TV and watched as the new year was welcomed in New York City. They toasted each other and Sindy finished her second Mai Tai of the evening. When she set down her glass she excused herself to get ready for bed and suggested that Ryan do the same thing.

In her bedroom she pulled off her winter travel outfit of blue jeans and a flannel shirt and put on her favorite silk nightshirt. As was her habit, she dispensed with her bra for the night and felt a bit of relief as her size C globes were freed from their modest restraints.

It was then that Sindy noticed her panties were moist. She sighed with irritation because this was typical around the second week after her period, each month. She didn’t like that her panties would get wet with the same clear stringy fluid every ovulation. Taking off her panties she tossed them in her dirty laundry basket and grabbed a tissue to clean herself.

When she was finished, she tossed the tissue in her waste basket and then opened a drawer to find a fresh pair of panties. The first pair she found were her favorite linen panties she’d bought for herself at Nordstrom. She held them in her hand and shook her head at the thought of ruining them with all the ‘snot’ coming out of her pussy.

“Maybe he won’t notice”, she said to herself. Looking in the mirror to make sure her nightshirt covered her down to just above her knees she decided it would be okay to go without panties for the next hour. She absently nodded her head as if to approve this decision.

Returning to the living room she found Ryan bare chested as usual and wearing only his sweat pants. He’d converted the futon to a bed while she was busy and was under the blankets on his makeshift bed when she returned. He invited her to join him and share his warmth. She didn’t hesitate and she also didn’t hesitate to help herself to the Mai Tai glass that had been refilled while she’d been changing.

Ryan somehow managed to behave himself as a nearly naked Sindy sat next to him. He’d seen her profile as she walked into the room and he instantly noticed the lack of panty lines under her silk nightshirt. He felt his balls roll with anticipation when the girl got under the blankets with him.

He also did his best to convince his cock to settle down as he wrapped his arm around her; both of them watching the TV which was on her side of the futon.

The hour went by and soon enough there was a countdown and then the TV showed the fireworks at the Navy Pier in Chicago as the new year arrived.

Ryan pulled Sindy over close and kissed her to celebrate their first new year’s celebration together. The two of them were warm and tense when Sindy broke their kiss to suggest they toast the new year.

Sindy’s glass was empty again so Ryan got up and refilled it from the pitcher on the kitchenette counter.

Returning to her, he saw her sitting up, her bare feet on the carpet and then saw the silly smile on her face. She was sitting on the edge of the futon and he thought she might be thinking about going to her bedroom. He realized she wasn’t drunk but she wasn’t far from it. He put the two glasses down on a side table and then knelt down on the carpet in front of Sindy.

Leaning into her as she sat on the bed he gently kissed her. Her arms came up around him as she kissed him back. A few minutes went by as the two of them kissed and explored each other’s bodies. The music from the celebration on TV created a very romantic tone for the moment.

Sindy didn’t notice when Ryan deftly undid the buttons on her nightshirt. Her whole universe at that moment was consumed with the sensations of kissing, being kissed, and feeling the strong bare shoulders of her man. She also didn’t notice as Ryan gently parted her knees with his hips.

“Oh.” Ryan heard her say as she felt him suckle on one of her nipples. She kissed the top of his head and her hands went to his waist as she felt him grinding himself into her crotch. Remembering that she wasn’t protected by the flimsy fabric of her panties her hands went further down his waist to find the reassuring presence of Ryan’s sweat pants right where they should be.

Ryan pulled away from her for a moment and shut off the TV. They were now in darkness save for the light that came in from the street outside. It was also unusually quiet what with the sounds of the city muffled by an ever intensifying snow storm.

In the darkness she saw him stand up and when he took her hand she obliged and stood up as well. She complied when he eased her nightshirt off of her shoulders even though she wasn’t truly cognizant of the situation. The presence of his sweat pants made her feel that it was okay if one of them was naked.

He guided her back to the bedroom, helped her into bed, and pulled the warm blankets over her. Then he went to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Her brief exposure to the cold air of the apartment made her welcome the warmth when Ryan moved partly on to her and kissed her again.

She felt his hand explore her body and she didn’t complain. His big warm hand moved around feeling her neck, her breasts, her waist, her hips, and then he slowly moved it to her pussy. She tensed when he first touched her down there but then relaxed as he gently explored and then found her button. Sindy was overwhelmed with sensation and alcohol as Ryan ministered to her needs.

Ryan was no virgin nor was he a philanderer. He’d had just one girlfriend in high school and after three years of experience he knew his way around the female body. Sindy responded to his touch just like his old girlfriend used to. Her legs relaxed as he rubbed and teased her button and after some time he chanced to let a finger explore her cleft.

“Omigawd” he heard as his finger easily slipped into Sindy’s body. She was so wet for him. She was ready.

He moved himself over on top of her and gently parted her legs. The soft underside of his cock brushed against the fine blonde hair of her pubes as the two of them adjusted to their new position.

Sindy didn’t give it any thought when she had to spread her legs for Ryan’s legs above her. It was just the natural thing to do and she loved how his body was now pressing her down into the soft mattress. the bed that was cold a few minutes ago, was now warm and soft.  She felt him moving and adjusting as they kissed. Then she felt something warm, firm, and yet soft brush against her lower belly. The alcohol made this sensation into something quizzical but not alarming. She was horny, but buzzed. She’s never been in bed with a man until tonight. the entire experience was surreal and wonderful.

Ryan moved himself down on the virgin and started sucking on her nipples and lightly biting them. She moaned in approval and then reflexively pulled her legs back and rested the soles of her feet against the backs of his thighs. Sindy herself was surprised when she did this. It seemed so lewd! Yet something had made her do this and it seemed like it was the right thing to do. She also felt more comfortable this way. Her primal nature directed her responses.

Sindy loved feeling Ryan suckling and biting her nipples and when he started kissing his way up her chest she had a moment of longing, wishing he’d suckle her some more.

His lips moved to her ear and lightly tugged at her earlobe. Then he moved his lips back to hers and she felt his tongue move into her mouth. It was her first French kiss and somehow it didn’t feel new or strange to her. It felt good to have part of him inside her body. Letting him into her body was, well; was just what her body knew to do.

In the midst of kissing him Sindy felt Ryan’s pelvis moving on her and she became aware of something very warm pressing against her pussy. She felt her pussy lips part and then the something moved between them rubbing back and forth. It felt nice. Very nice. She knew she wanted more of this feeling.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered into the night air.

“I’m making love to you.” was what she heard in reply.

Her mind struggled to process the import of what they were doing and what she had just heard.

'We couldn’t be having sex, right? We’re just making out! And besides’, she thought to herself, 'he still has his sweat pants on.’

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his waist. And then she moved them to his bare ass that was moving in synch with the sensation she felt between her legs. Sindy was torn as she realized that he was naked. She realized that the thing so wonderfully sliding back and forth in her furrow was Ryan’s thick and stiff bare cock. Part of her wanted him to stop. But it felt so good!

'It’s safe so long as he doesn’t actually go inside me’ she told herself.

Ryan moved and put one arm around her with his hand holding her left shoulder. His other hand snaked around her waist and held her tight. She wasn’t going anywhere now and they both knew this.

Ryan withdrew his cock from running between Sindy’s pussy lips and for a moment Sindy felt relief that he was done and at the same time she felt a pang of loss that it was over. She couldn’t help herself but to feel giddy when she felt him press into her. It wasn’t the same feeling as the rubbing but she wanted it all the same. Her cunt was hot, swollen, oozing, and hungry.

She felt him press into her with a kind of urgency. The blunt tip of his cock was now searching for her opening in earnest. She felt it press and then slip away from her. Then she felt his body move back and try again.

“Oh, I’m not so sure…” she said as Ryan’s blunt tip finally found the right spot and she felt that tip press into the mouth of her pussy. Her hands went to Ryan’s waist as if to push him away.

Ryan felt Sindy tense as his cock pushed past the threshold of her pussy. He felt her try to lift his body off of hers. He paused for a moment as she said something.

In that brief moment Sindy understood that Ryan’s mind had checked out. The same primal instincts gave him a course of directives, which his body was destined to accomplish without needing his brain to direct. He was holding her so tight and if she didn’t get him to stop it would be too late!

She struggled just a bit and realized her mistake as her movement got his cock into the exact right position to penetrate her body.

Ryan had felt his cock push past her pussy lips but then it wasn’t going any further. Then Sindy’s pelvis instinctively moved around and suddenly his cock moved deeper into her pussy.

Sindy caught her breath as she felt Ryan’s cock slip into her pussy. She was about to ask him to stop when his strong arms held her tight and he started thrusting into her. She wasn’t yet aware that her own hips were already beginning to move in sync with his primal mission. In a few moments she felt him deep inside her body and she felt his warm balls coming down, resting on her ass.

“Ohmigod.” she said.

Ryan felt a sense of relief with his cock finally buried into the object of his desires. He hadn’t had his cock in a pussy for almost six years and the feeling was exquisite. Part of him wanted to fuck her hard and get his rocks off. A more sensible part of him reminded him that he loved this girl.

“Are you okay?” he said to Sindy.

“Yeah.” she whispered, “We’re having sex aren’t we?”

He gave her a gentle thrust and replied playfully, “Yeah, I think we are.”

Ryan kissed her and slowly started thrusting himself into the girl. She took a little time to relax but eventually she did and so did Ryan. He raised up slowly, dragging his engorged cock along the rippled inner walls of her deep pussie canal; only to feel his shaft switch it’s polarity and drive back, deep into her deep canal again, dropping his balls again, on her awa

By Jane Doe Stuff 03. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Venturing out the chaos of the big city and into the widely different landscape that is the region’s countryside it is easy to acknowledge the existence of the distant big city. A small conglomerate of towns loosely connected by few roads, where a great number of land workers consumed vast amounts of life, seemed to willingly stand in direct opposition to the congested metropolitan life back at the coast.

Janet Doe had grown up in this so called “village” and her opinion of the place had changed more the more she grew up. When she was a kid, it could be called a paradise: she could play in absolute freedom in the vastity of the fields, with her beloved dog and her much older brother watching over them, as happy as a lark.

But not anymore.

With her brother gone (lost to college) and her dog now too old to even walk, that precious corner of world had transformed from a refuge to an isolating prison, where all she felt was alone. She imagined many times how her life would be in the big city, how many friends she could make and, most importantly, she could spend time with, instead of only having school hours to interact with kids her age, before going home to loneliness.

There she was, a once cheerful and creative little girl, now a bored and uninterested teenager at her last year of high school. It didn’t take long for her family to notice the change, but the first to propose something was her brother John as he got back home for the winter holydays. He proposed to their parents something artistic that could, in his opinion, bring back a smile on the face of little Jenny. He had always had a soft spot for his little sister, and he genuinely cared about her well-being, even though he’d never tell her to her face. Never in his life he could have imagined how much this little proposal of his would have changed Jenny. Or the way it’d change her.

The parents weren’t hard to convince and with the start of the new year, after a few phone calls from the siblings’ mom, Jenny would have her first piano lesson. She had always been captivated by the piano in the living room, but also had been too scared to try to play it. The piano was first bought by her father as a decorative piece of furniture and never seriously used, for none of the family members knew how to play it properly. This is where our story finally begins.

In a cold and still mid-January afternoon, Janet and her mom were waiting to meet the new piano teacher. The only thing they knew was that he was a mature man and was one the few who was willing to venture to their isolated home thrice a week for a cheap pay. Mrs. Doe had taken a free afternoon from her job to meet the mysterious man in person and decide if he was trustworthy to be left (eventually alone), with her ‘little girl’. At 3.55 p.m., five minutes earlier than agreed, the teacher rang the intercom outside the front gate of the property.

“He’s here!”

Jenny’s mom jumped out of the sofa as she was saying this, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. She pressed a button which opened the gate and stood at the house’s door and started peeking at the man who was walking up to her porch. As he got closer to the door, she showed herself to him and greeted him with an educated smile. Jenny stood just inside the front entry.

“Good afternoon, madame. I’m Thomas, we spoke on the phone.”

The two women were a little stunned by the appearance of the man: his voice was deep and controlled, he spoke slowly and surely as only men of a certain age manage, but now that he was in front of them, they could see he was more of a boy than an adult man. Mrs. Doe, always speaking her mind, said to the stranger:

“I didn’t expect you to be so young, Thomas. I’m honestly a little surprised. How old are you if I may ask?”

To which Thomas replied, without a hint of hesitation:

“Twenty-three, madame. Don’t worry, I’m used to people mistaking me for someone a little older.”

After the brief exchange, Janet and her mom received the guest and had him sit at the dinner table across them, both curious to ask questions to him. The interview began.

“Feel free to ask any question you’d like madame,” said the young man.

Jenny’s mom didn’t need him to tell her that and started a thorough interrogatory.

It turned out Thomas wasn’t a musician by trade, but a mathematician with a passion for music that had played the piano since he was a kid. His parents were middle class workers who expected much from him, and he wanted them to be proud: he used his time to study, practice various sports and cultivating his love for music. No unnecessary distractions, pauses or vacations. This brought him to get a master’s degree in mathematics at an Ivy League college on a scholarship (no student debt for him) and having all the necessary pieces of paper to go and make a difference in the world at only 23 years old. Unfortunately, at the end of his journey all the fatigue from his inhumane routine caught up with him and he came to an enlightening and probably even life-saving realization: he was spent, completely and utterly spent. So, he said goodbye to his parents once again as he chose the most God-forgotten rural destination where to decompress and rest for some time, maybe even a couple of years.

As he kept telling them about his life, both women could feel the weight of Thomas’ experience and how it molded him into the person they were speaking. The collectedness that had wondered them at first had now an explanation, since that was the only attitude that would get him through a life of rigid discipline without slowly going into a major depression. He was pragmatic and stoic, but also kind and gentle, the type of gentleness of someone who knows he is strong and therefore has little need for pretending to be tough. Mrs. Doe could read his character like a book from the words he spoke and was very impressed by what she read in him.

The interview proceeded in a semi-formal tone, except a few jokes by Mrs. Doe, like when she asked if for “no unnecessary distractions” he meant he never had a girlfriend, to which Thomas elegantly answered: “I wouldn’t call a woman an unnecessary distraction, madame”, making Mrs. Doe like him even more.

At the end of the questioning, after settling the matters of pay and weekly schedule, Mrs. Doe turned to her daughter and asked:

“What do you think Jenny, would you like to try giving him a chance?”

“I; I guess we can give it a shot.”

These words brought her back to reality, from the depths of her thoughts where she was about to drown. During the interview, the whole interview, Jenny’s mind was in a realm of its own, where all she could think about was that she hoped nobody would notice how wet she was getting. Since greeting him at the door she was hypnotized by the looks and ways of the young man.

Thomas was tall and well built, so much that his wide shoulders and proud chest stood out even if he was wearing a suit. His hair was a light shade of brown, freshly cut and quite short on the sides, almost looking like a military haircut. His beard was shaved, and his cheeks looked smooth, revealing a firm jawline. Brown eyes, darker than the shade of his hair, a regular, straight nose and a nice white smile. He would surely be considered handsome by the average girl, just for the fact that he was physically fit, but to Jenny he was exactly her type. She found him irresistible in every way: the voice, the face, the body were making her insides lubed as if she was melting.

Jenny was a girl at that age. At eighteen years old, her body was now fully craving the sweet forbidden fruit that is the taste of a man. And now she was right in the middle of experiencing her first crush. She was average height, around 5'5’’, with C-cup breasts and a slender, athletic body. The face of angel, with delicate round shapes, full lips, piercing brown eyes and dark ginger hair. A rare, tasteful beauty in the middle of blooming, that promised greatly of the woman she’d become.

The first lesson, under the supervision of her mother, had her trying harder to contain her hormones than to learn the piano. Nonetheless, Mrs. Doe thought Thomas had done a good job at teaching and trusted him to come on Wednesday, where he and Jenny would be unsupervised.

Janet had spent the time waiting for the next lesson in a horny fever. She masturbated more times that she could count and imagined tons of scenarios where Thomas tried to seduce her or to take her by force, never tired of imagining herself in his arms. Finally, the moment came, and she opened the door to him once more. As soon as they exchanged greetings, all she wanted to do was to jump him and French kiss him, but her shame stopped her. The lesson went on as she looked in an almost feverish state, to the point where Thomas asked her if she was feeling ill. She couldn’t live like that, and she knew it. She couldn’t live her life holding herself back.

But as the weeks went by something unexpected happened. After spending many afternoons with him the lust became controllable and changed into something else: love.

The two had spoken much with each other, often putting aside the piano for a chit chat. Thomas had opened completely with her, for he was a person who didn’t hide anything from the people he really liked, and Janet felt the need to return his honesty and had taken the habit of telling him how she felt without hesitation. This brought them closer than they were to anyone at that moment of their lives and made it a most important relationship beyond physical attraction.

As the winter melted away to leave room for spring, things with the not-yet-a-couple started to warm up too. The first notable change was in Thomas: since Jenny had told him the previous month that she never had a boyfriend he couldn’t shake the thought of her being a beautiful young woman from his mind. He had long abandoned viewing her as a child and started noticing the hints he was too blind to see before: how she clung to him whenever she could, the look in her eyes when he made her laugh, the awkward blushing her cheeks did whenever he got closer or took her hand on the piano.

At the beginning of spring, he was finally convinced Jenny liked him, which put him in a dilemma: to be or not to be, (with her). Thomas felt very attracted by her body and during the previous months had come to know how much of a smart and funny and gentle girl she was. If she was just a little older and he wasn’t her teacher, he would have taken a shot at her without overthinking it. Instead of being consumed by the dilemma of making or not a move towards her, he decided that he’d only accept her feeling if she confessed to him, so that he wouldn’t abuse of the power of being her teacher. A most practical conclusion, as expected of him.

If only Jenny could take a decision just as easily.

Ironically, to face the dilemma of confessing to Thomas, she asked herself what he would do in her place. Obviously, he would face it head on, with only the practical approach in mind, she thought. She wasn’t quite ready for that level of straightforwardness, so she opted for a compromise: she’d tell him she was dying to kiss him from the first moment she saw him and see his reaction. If it were to go south, she could always play it a joke, as teenage girls tend to do.

That is how, in a warm spring afternoon, exactly three months after their first meeting, Thomas and Janet came to stand in front of each other in the living room, their arms holding one another, their tongues intertwined in a warm, moist embrace.

When they finally separated, after two full minutes of silence and kissing, Jenny could only say:

“Oh my God, Tommy. It was beautiful…”

“Yeah;” he breathlessly replied.

Janet took him by the hand and guided him to her room, upstairs; Thomas following her from behind, not in need of an explanation. Once in her room, the door and the curtains closed, at the dim light of the afternoon sun barely filtering through the window, they started kissing again. Thomas was holding her head with his fingers in her hair, and slowly sliding his other hand from her hip to her ass, as they kept tasting each other, never having enough of it. His taste was slightly bitter, hers a little sweet. Jenny, although surprised to be wanted back at first, wanted to show him she was going all the way. She pulled her lips away and looked him in the eyes. Then, without breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hand holding her hair, put it on her breast and whispered:

“I want you…”

Thomas took the hand she had put on her breast and guided it to the bulge in his pants, letting Jenny feel the effect she had on him, then answered:

“I want you too…”

He then proceeded to undress her gently, and inviting her to undress him, until finally nothing stood between their naked bodies.

“You’re beautiful, Jenny. You’re an angel.”

She blushed, because she knew he really did think so.

They explored each other’s bodies with their hands, then with their lips, kissing every spot from head to toe, needing to know their partner. Then they put their hands in each other’s parts. Jenny felt a rock hard, warm member ready to love her in every way and Thomas felt a drooling slit, soft and tender, begging of that love.

They started masturbating each other while still standing and kissing. Thomas was gently massaging her clit, pressing and caressing in an expert way, making Jenny tremble a little, while she was stroking his dick gently, often pausing because of the pleasure he gave her. Being touched felt great, but what was making her lose her mind was being touched while holding his hard dick in her hands, feeling how long it took for her small hand to stroke it all the way and feeling him leaking precum.

Thomas felt how moist her pussy was, but he knew she was a virgin. He stopped stroking her clit and was about to tell her to get on the bed so he could lick her, but she had other plans. As soon as he let go of her pussy, in a swift movement, she kneeled before him and put her face under his cock, looking up to him with puppy eyes. She opened her mouth, and she took him inside, trying to go all the way to the base, only to choke and take it out.

“Easy, girl…” said Thomas softly, caressing her cheek. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and went back to his cock. This time she focused only on the tip, slowly trying to take a little more every time she could.

Thomas was breathing heavily as the feeling of her blowjob was filling his balls with cum. It wasn’t the best technique, but her sheer love for it was arousing him to levels he had never reached before. Arousal was becoming an issue for Jenny too.

The feeling of having Thomas in her mouth, so hard and pulsing with pleasure, forcing her jaw open and sliding on her tongue was making her wet pussy ache in desperation. Thomas put his hands on Jenny’s face and with the cock still in her mouth he said to her:

“I want to take you. Now. I need to take you.”

Jenny felt a throb both in her heart and in her pussy. She quickly got on the bed and spread her legs, revealing how her thighs were covered in wet pussy lube.

“Come here…” she invited him.

Thomas got on top of her and in between her legs.

“Are you sure?” he said to her, genuinely concerned about how she felt.

“I’m sure, Tommy. I want you to make love to me. Am I good enough for you?”

Now it was his heart’s turn to throb, as well as his cock’s.

“More than good. You’re perfect.”, he resolutely assured her, with a quivering in his voice.

With the hesitation gone he started poking at her pussy’s entrance, before gently putting the tip in. Jenny could feel his girth and was already hurting but wanted him to fill her up; so she gladly endured it.

Thomas was now pushing his dick deeper inside her, slowly and gently. Her pussy was bleeding, so he was a little worried, but she was so tight he couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to go all the way inside her. Jenny was a little tearful, both from the pain and the joy of being one with him.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Tommy. Thank God it’s you…”

He wiped her tears off her cheeks and decided it was time to confess his feelings to her:

“I love you, Jenny. I wish I had realized it sooner, but I know it now. This may not be my first time, but you are my first love.”

The tears started pouring back from Jenny’s eyes and Tommy embraced her and kissed her, always staying inside her, but staying still, not moving. After kissing him for a while Jenny told him she felt better and was ready for him to move.

What followed was a passionate love making where both were experiencing pleasure beyond anything they thought was possible. Tommy reveled in her tight virgin pussy, so eager and wet from both juices and blood. It was a feeling incomparable to the girls he had before, and he kept plowing her with only his animal instincts guiding him. Jenny was in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations: horny and in love, in pain and in pleasure, crying but with joy. She was thrusting her hips into him ignoring the pain and accepting the pleasure. And she was looking at him. His chiseled body sweating down on hers. She brought his head closer to her shoulder and whispered in his ear:

“I’m in love with you Tommy. I’m in love with you and I’m about to cum…”

Those words awakened something in Thomas. He pounded her with even more vigor, always careful not to make the pain surpass the pleasure.

“I want us to cum together. I’ll come with you,” he said while panting to her ear.

“Yes Tommy, give it to me! Make me yours!”.

Their breath kept getting shorter and their voices louder, until finally, moaning like animals in heat, they orgasmed in a hectic spasm. Jenny felt Tommy’s blasts of semen filling her pussy and abandoned herself to the pleasure, almost passing out on the bed in a state of bliss. All the while Tommy was feeling his cock being milked dry by her pulsing pussy and held her by the hips so that the spasm wouldn’t make him pull out.

They were both satisfied.

As they both recovered from the intensive climax, he lied down beside her and put her in his arms once again, holding her tight. She kissed him and put her head on his chest. She closed her eyes.

They were both in love.

By Jane Doe Stuff 03 for Literotica

Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

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