I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Thursday, March 23, 1961.

It was the days of doo-wop diners and drive-in movies. Poodle skirts and saddle shoes.

My mom was having one of those “oops” babies; one of those pregnancies that come totally unplanned, which this definitely was. I’m Richard, 18 and a high school senior, and because Mom had to spend the next four months in bed, I was able to drive her car to school rather than take the school bus. After reaching the school and realizing that I was early I drove through some of the parallel streets behind it, looking for friends who were “walkers” who might want a ride.

That’s how I ran into Beverly; not literally, of course. She was walking one Thursday morning in late March as she always did when I approached, asking if she’d like a ride. Like me, Beverly was a senior, but we were polar opposites.

I was tall and thin; actually skinny; well over six feet with a protruding Adam’s apple that gave me a nickname ever since we had red the Washington Irving story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” way back in ninth grade English. Ever since then I’d had been called “Ichabod” due to my resemblance to the Disney character we had also seen on TV.

In contrast, Beverly was short; barely five feet; and to be kind, I’d call her buxom. We were friendly acquaintances as were most of us in the senior class, but hardly close personal friends.

Beverly accepted my offer of a ride, which was no surprise, but once in the car, she slid across the front seat of Mom’s ’58 Ford until she was practically in my lap. That was not only a surprise; it was actually shocking, but what would I do about it? It was chancy, I knew. There would be one of three results. I was pretty sure that she’d let me kiss her, but what would she do when I put her hand on my cock? First, she might just stroke it, and; if she did; I’d have it out and into her hand in a flash. Second, she could just pull her hand away. Finally, she could just haul off and slap me. I was praying for number one, obviously.

I pulled over after about a quarter mile where I could tell that there was nobody to be seen, ahead or behind us, and on neither side, too. Once the engine was off, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Her response was better than I had hoped. Her mouth opened and her tongue was pushed into mine in a flash. I wasted no time getting to the moment of truth. I had pulled my cock up so there was room for it to expand and harden. Using my left hand, I took her right and placed it on my organ. Yes! She began to stroke it firmly as she pressed her lips into mine forcefully and her tongue became even more active.

My hands were busy with her blouse’s buttons and soon I had her bra pushed up over her fleshy mounds. My hands massaged them as my fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. Meanwhile, Beverly continued to rub my cock through my slacks. I stopped the massage momentarily so I could open my belt and slacks. Beverly’s hands dug immediately into my briefs, pulling my cock and balls out and tucking the elastic band under my large swollen testicles.

Now Beverly attacked my organ with surprising strength and energy. Her hands were moving swiftly as I began to feel it. “Beverly, if you keep that up, I’m going to make a terrific mess. I’m gonna cum all over the place.” I thought she might stop, but she continued as she quickly removed her lips from mine, wrapping them tightly around my glans, and just in time, because I blew mere seconds later. Beverly eagerly swallowed all of it; well, most of it, anyway. There were several drops on her cheeks and chin.

Beverly was licking her lips when I grabbed my cock, pulling it with my tightly wrapped fist as I told Beverly, ”There’s a bit more here, if you’re interested.” Not surprisingly, she was. Every time I pulled a droplet from my hole, she was there to lick it, savoring the taste and texture in her mouth and on her tongue. Finally, I was done, so I wrapped myself up and returned to kissing her and tweaking her nipples.

Once she was warmed up physically, I lifted her skirt and drove my fingers under her panties and into her cunt. “Oh, God, Richard. Do it! Fuck me with your fingers. That’s it. Use another finger in me, please! Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!”

Now I had two fingers in her and she was dripping wet. Any more, and her skirt would be ruined. Suddenly, she arched her back and her body rose from the seat. Her hands gripped my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue driving deeply into my mouth, as she came with incredible force. Some thirty seconds later, she came to rest. Checking her watch, she told me, “I have just enough time to go home and change if you’ll take me. Don’t worry. My parents are away for a long weekend. Maybe you’d like to come by tonight and fuck me.”

I started the car and turned around, following her directions to her house. She ran in, stripping out of her skirt as she ran. Less than five minutes later she was back in the car and we were on our way to school. “You probably think I’m an incredible slut.” I was just about to say “no” when she continued. “All I think about is sex. Fucking and sucking, over and over, is all I want to do. I don’t care if you just use me for sex. That’s what I want. I know we’ll never date seriously. My parents will only allow me to date someone who is an Orthodox Jew, just like us. But I don’t care if it’s just this weekend. I want your cock, and I want it badly. Can you take me home after school today? I have two condoms, but we’ll need more, lots more, if you want to do it tomorrow and Saturday.” What the hell! That sounded just fine to me.

An entire weekend of unbridled sex! What an incredible find for a socially inept guy like myself. I’d never know the reason, but while I was always confident and outspoken in class, I was usually totally tongue-tied when it came to girls, or young women, whatever you might want to call them. I knew from locker room talk that several of my friends were sexually active. I wasn’t so naïve that I believed all of the talk, but several of my classmates had some of the finest looking and hottest girls as their long-term girlfriends. They were all confident athletes, and, unlike the “big talkers” they rarely talked about their relationships with their girlfriends. I also knew that two brothers; no longer students; had married their girlfriends after knocking them up. They had all dropped out of school, a powerful statement about the depth of their stupidity.

I told Beverly that I’d have to check with my mom; if she needed me to run any errands for her. If not, I’d be in her bed in a heartbeat. We parted once I had parked in the high school lot, heading for our lockers until lunch when all of the seniors would meet to eat and chat. I had often sat with girls as well as my guy friends, so nobody would be surprised to find Beverly and me at the same table. We were joined by two girls and one male; all top-drawer students like me. Oddly, all three girls were Jewish while the other male and I were Christians.

Our table talk dealt mostly with academic issues; the upcoming Advanced Placement exams in English, Calculus, French, and Physics as well as the state exams in Physics and Advanced Algebra, which Beverly and one of the other girls were taking. Also, on our minds, was the Senior Prom, which was just two months away, for which I still didn’t have a date. We all rose to leave, but Beverly and I lingered behind the others for a few seconds. “I phoned my mom and she doesn’t need me at home so I told her I was going over to a friend’s house to review some calculus issues. She just told me to be home by 5:30 so we’ll have at least an hour and a half.”

“That’s great,” she whispered. I’ll bet I can get you to cum at least twice and at least that many for me. I’ll meet you at your car. Okay?” I agreed and, once I was sure we were the last to leave I pushed my hand up the back of her skirt and my fingers into her cunt. I fucked her with them for about thirty seconds until she shook as the spasms of a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. The timing was perfect as the cafeteria workers were coming to clean and sanitize the tables and chairs. The custodians would then place the chairs on the tables so they could clean and mop the large floor. As seniors, we had the final lunch period all to ourselves.

I had a hard time concentrating on my afternoon classes, except Advanced French which usually required all of my attention. I had a big advantage over my fellow students, though. One of my neighbor’s mother and grandmother were born in France as was his step-father who had actually fought for the French Resistance during World War 2. He didn’t like to talk about it very often and I had often thought that was understandable. What kind of person would want to brag about killing, even in a major war?

I had gone to my friend’s house when he had moved in while we were both in fourth grade and recognized immediately that his parents were French. He attended a nearby parochial school at the time and since ninth grade he’d been at a regional Catholic high school even though he openly admitted that he was no great student. “I think they’re only interested in my parents’ money.” That was how he explained it. I could understand. His mom had a top-level job for a big French designer, supposedly a major force in creating high-end women’s clothing. At least, that’s what my mother and sisters had told me. His step-dad was an engineer; the kind who made roads and bridges.

I had spoken French; real French; not like what I heard every day in class, with his mother and grandmother, improving my pronunciation, grammar, and accent. Surprisingly, and I’m sure to his mother’s embarrassment, Mike had failed French 1 three consecutive years and couldn’t speak it worth a damn. Many times, his Nana had suggested that I was really her grandson and that we had been switched at birth. I laughed at that because Mike was born locally while I was born in New Jersey. We lived now in Westchester County, just north of New York City.

The afternoon dragged, exactly as I had expected, but eventually the final bell did sound and all of us hustled out of school. I did see my sister who was a sophomore and told her that I was going to visit a classmate and would be home in time for dinner. I did this fairly often, so it was hardly a big deal, although this afternoon definitely would be a big deal; hopefully, an extremely big deal.

As planned, Beverly met me at my car and, once I had opened the driver’s side door, she slid across, but only far enough for me to sit and close the door. She had my cock out and into her mouth before we were even off the school grounds. A few minutes later, as we approached her home, I asked if it was safe to park in her driveway. “Sure, none of our neighbors get home from work until well after five. It’ll be dark by then.” Hell, if it was okay with her, it was fine by me. It wasn’t my parents who would be bitching about a non-Jew visiting their daughter.

Beverly had me as hard as a rock before I had even turned onto her block and she reluctantly pushed me back into my slacks so we could walk the short distance to her house. Once inside, we shed our clothes and I followed her at the run to her room where she pulled two condom packets from her drawer. She pulled me onto her bed as she opened one of the packets with her teeth before rolling it carefully down my hard, pulsing organ.

Once it was in place, she climbed onto my body and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as her cunt was stretched and filled with my meat. Until this very second, I had been a virgin and I couldn’t believe my luck. Neither of us would win any medals for beauty or sexiness. Her small tits bounced with my every thrust, as did her belly and ass, but I didn’t care; not then and definitely not over the next few days. I’d have plenty of time to reflect on all of it once her parents returned from their trip.

Beverly rode me hard for several minutes, begging me to pinch and twist her clit. Thank God for the Letters section of Playboy or I would have had no idea what she was talking about. Instead, I pulled and twisted her tender tissue until she screamed that she wanted me to use my nails on her. I did and she came; apparently quite hard and a second or two later, so did I. I’d actually lasted somewhat longer than anticipated. I owed Beverly for that, too. My orgasm this morning had taken the edge off and given me a bit more staying power.

We lay next to each other, our arms and legs intertwined as we returned to normal. Beverly was kissing me as she removed the gooey filled condom. She had just wrapped it into a Kleenex when I asked, “So, where’d you get this experience? How did you become addicted to fucking and sucking and cum?”

“You won’t believe me when I tell you. It was sleep-away camp in the boonies of New Hampshire. I’ve always gone to this camp run by several synagogues in this area. Two summers ago, when I was just seventeen, I worked as a counselor-in-training and this past summer I was a regular counselor. There wasn’t much to do at night so we explored each other. I turned eighteen last June, just before school was out. When I was seventeen, we talked about sex a lot, but never really did anything. Last summer though, I went wild. I must have sucked and fucked every counselor, and the three male cooks, too. They were all negroes and very well endowed. I could barely even walk the next morning. The cooks also taught me to suck cock and deep-throat. I love doing that. It’s hard to believe that a totally conservative religion would turn out a total whore like me.”

“I think that any boyfriend you have and your eventual husband will be an extremely happy and satisfied man.” Beverly smiled, then took me deeply into her mouth. I thought she said, “I hope so,” but it’s hard to understand what someone is saying while their mouth is full of cock.

We rested for a while then went at it again, this time in what she called “doggie.” Once I was lined up behind her, I understood fully the origins of the term. I especially enjoyed my freedom of movement and my ability to grab her flopping tits and twist her needy clit. I especially liked the way Beverly shook and screamed when she came in this position, and that was often. The first time I heard her I was terrified that I had hurt her in some way. However, I was totally inexperienced then. I was gaining experience at warp speed now thanks to Beverly.

We were lying on her bed, recovering from our second session in the past hour when Beverly asked me an important question. “Richard, will you tell all of your friends about me when you get back to school tomorrow?”

“No, Beverly. I’ll remember this weekend for my entire life and I’ll treasure what we have done, but what we do will remain between the two of us. Truthfully, I doubt that anyone would believe me, anyway. I know that we will be limited to just this weekend. But I wish I could find another woman even close to you.”

“You know, sometimes wishes can come true. You do know that, don’t you?

“Sure, and then there’s Santa and his elves and Rudolph and the other reindeer; or is it reindeers? I never get that one right.”

“Richard, you know I’m Jewish. We don’t believe in Christmas, well, not in the religious part. The gift giving part, well, that’s another story.”

“Don’t you do that over Chanukah?”

“Yeah, but that’s a really minor religious holiday and, contrary to popular belief, we don’t get presents on all eight nights. At most, it’s the first and last, and I doubt we get any more than you get for Christmas.”

“I knew that already. I do have some close Jewish friends, you know. Ricky and Alan, Larry, and Richie; and those are just the guys.”

“I know, they’re in school with us, and; speaking of school; I think I have my hand on my favorite student. He’s becoming bigger and harder every time I stroke him. Soon, I think, he’ll get his reward and I’ll get mine, too. Y

Sexuality and Sanctity Collide: 2 stories of church girls discovering their passion.

From posts by Cassper and neocontrolsthesystem. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

David and Eve.Love and lust caged by religion finally finds a way.

By Cassper

David is 19 and Eve is 18, both raised by devout Christian parents.

It was a beautiful Saturday evening, David had just finished helping his Dad in church and now he was home watching some television.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, he went to check who it was.

"Hey David," the girl at the other side of the door said with a smile.

"Hey Eve, what's up?" He asked stepping away from the door way. "Come in."

"Is your mum home? My mum said to give her a message," she said as she walked in.

David's eyes darted toward the bump at the back of her dress, even in this large dress her ass couldn't be hidden.

He'd know her since they were kids, they used to be inseparable but over time they grew up and things changed a bit. His feelings of love had matured into lust, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help thinking this way of her.

"Oh God," he thought.

"I'll let her know you're here, make yourself comfortable," he said darting off to find his mum.

"Mum!"

A few minutes later David's mum and Eve were talking and David was sitting there pissed cause now he couldn't continue watching television, he had to wait.

In a short while they were done and Eve was ready to leave.

"Eve, say hi to your parents for me."

"Yes Mrs. Wilson.

"David, did you know that there's a youth retreat coming up pretty soon? It’s gonna be fun, are you coming?" Eve blurted out loud.

"Youth retreat, you say?" David's mum cut in.

"Yes, organized by the church for people between 18 to 22, He'll get to meet lots of people our age there." Eve answered with a smile across her face.

"Yeah, I was gonna tell you about that." He lied, Eve had tried to get him to go before now but failed.

"Really?" She asked David.

"He'll go, I've been trying to find a way to get him to make new friends, all he does is sit at home all day watching TV. I think this might be good for you him." David's mum said turning to Eve.

"Okay, I'll let the Deacon in charge know that he'll be coming along," Eve said.

David just stood there as his fate was decided, he knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. Once it involved the church, his mum was all for it.

"Alright, bye dear." David's mum said as she went back inside.

"Guess I'll be seeing you," Eve said to David grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, no thanks to you."

She laughed, "it's not so bad, you'll have me to keep you company." She said giving him a tight hug before he walked her out the door.

Oh how he wanna to grab his ass, he'd only touched it in his imaginations. Their parents had made efforts to separate them as they grew so they wouldn't "fall into temptation", but David was already knee deep and sinking.

Eve had always been like this, playful and fun to be around, most especially with him. He thought there was more to it but a part of him dismissed it as a result of the fact that they had been friends since th

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.



They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.
Intimacy in the open air.

Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn’t giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn’t even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny.

He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.

His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.

They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.

She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.

Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.

Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead.

"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.

He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they’ve done this since the dawn of creation."

Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned.

"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".

"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added’ “I want to learn what makes you feel good".

And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.

She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.

He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.

She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.

But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.

As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.

It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.

His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.

She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.

His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.

“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You’re Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else.

As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.

“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.

He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.

“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You’re a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.

They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.

It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other’s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both.


Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.

The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.

He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?

She immediately accepted his hospitality.

By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.

“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.

“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”

“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.

And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other’s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.

His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.

He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.

She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.

He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.

He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.

His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.

His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.

In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.

As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.

Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.

She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she felt as his scrotum contracted as she gently sucked. He grunted as she sucked harder on him, heard him tell her he was close to the edge.

Again she shifted, heard him sigh in relief as her lips kissed his belly. "I want to feel your cum in my mouth" she whispered, before taking his cock back into her mouth. He wasn't going to argue with her, and he felt his cock slipping deep into her mouth. She raised and lowered herself around him, and he reached for her breast. The sound of her mouth slopping around him, her tongue lapping hungrily around his cock-head, and the sucking on his member made him harder than he could ever remember, and as she reached yet further down, he felt as his balls pulled tight and he erupted into her mouth, spurting line after line of thick cum into her hungry mouth as he twisted her nipple between forefinger and thumb.

They both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed and he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes before kissing her deeply. He tasted the salt of her mouth, felt that she was still in need of his loving. After running his hand down her curvaceous back and onto her tight ass, he felt her part her hips slightly, and reached round to find her own hand already stimulating her clitoris. In gentle circle

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

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The Night Storm

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity’.

Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.

The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.

There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor’s Honda Civic.

Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.

To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch’. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?

His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent’ which she had all to herself.

The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?

Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.

“Thank you for staying back at camp. I’m not sure how I’d feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.

“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.

“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.

She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself.  She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.

The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.

After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.

Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.

She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.

Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.

He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.

On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.

His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.

In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning.

 He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfect

Getting It Back Up.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Sweetie.

I can tell you from experience, you got talked into the best fuck you

might ever get!" The waitress said with a crooked smile. "And if you

have half a brain you'll make damn sure you don't let him get away

without giving you a lot more of it!" She continued as she slid out of

the booth. "I think I better go get your breakfast now." I sat down in

the space she vacated and looked down the length of the dinner and noted

how many of the "old geezers" as she called them, were staring at us.

It

took a few minutes, but she came back looking a bit freshened up, at

least no longer sweating, and carrying plates of food which I was really

craving now. "Anything else I can get for you?" She asked in a very

businesslike tone as she knelt on the seat next to me. "I think you need

your face wiped though. Let me." she whispered as she planted a wet,

sensuous kiss on my lips, followed by a shower of slow wet kisses that

cleaned all of her cunt juices from my face. "There, much better." She

said as she pulled away, both of us panting and my cock once again hard.

"If you need anything else...please let me know and I'll be happy to

take care of it." She said with a seductive grin and a quick squeeze of

my cock.

"No,

I think this will do for now." I said as I closed my eyes for a moment,

wondering if I was going to get to eat or not, and not complaining one

way or the other. She pulled her hand from my lap and got up, leaning

over to whisper something I couldn't hear to Amanda before walking away

with a smirk on her face.

"So what did she say?" I asked Amanda after the waitress was gone.

"She said that if I was smart I would sit next to you and keep that cock hard so I can get fucked again after breakfast."

"Ah." I said as I tore into the eggs on my plate. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was.

The

rest of breakfast was quiet. Amanda ate without taking her eyes from

me, and I wondered just what she was thinking. Finally after we had

finished and the waitress had come and cleared the plates away, I asked

her. "So tell me, what's going through that mind of yours? You haven't

taken your eyes off me since we started eating."

"I

was just wondering how I managed to not get fucked by you sooner. I

mean, she's right, it was the best sex I've ever had. But then again,

it's also the only sex I've ever had with a man." She said quietly.

"You were a virgin?" I asked incredulously.

"Not

exactly. Just not with a real cock. I mean I've done things with lots

of toys, and even played around a bit, but I haven't ever been fucked

that way before."

"Well, I'm sorry it was such a public display then." I told her, honestly feeling a bit like I had taken advantage of her.

"Oh

don't be." She said as she blushed. "It was fantastic. I just wouldn't

have chosen to do it like this myself. But I think this place is

definitely back on the menu for lunch don't you?"

"Speaking

of lunch. If we plan on getting the plane fixed we better get over to

the mechanic." I said standing up and digging through my clothes to find

my wallet.

"Uh

uh." The waitress said as she came over to the table with a couple

plastic sacks. "This one was on me." She said as she wrapped her arms

around my neck and planted a soft kiss on my lips, her hard nipples

pressing into my chest. "And if you come back later you can have all the

free lunch you want, as long as you make me cum like that again!" She

whispered in my ear.

"Thank you. I think Amanda is already planning on coming back for lunch."

"Oh good." She said with a smile. "By the way, my name is Jenny."

"Hi Jenny. I'm Mike and this is Amanda. I guess it's always nice to know names, at least if you're going to have sex."

"Uh

huh". She added. "Don't be a stranger now." She said letting go of me. I

stepped back and loaded our clothes into the bags and gave Jenny a

quick kiss before turning and walking toward the doors. Every eye in the

place followed us toward the door, including the few naked women that

had showed up un-noticed someplace along the line.

It

wasn't a far walk to the mechanics, and there were a number of naked

people walking around the streets, but it still felt really odd to be

walking naked in public this way. I was beginning to wonder if it really

was worth all this to get to into Amanda's pants. I discarded the

thought quickly. Of course it was worth it! And I had a feeling it would

be worth a LOT in the future. I opened the door of Freddie's shop and

stepped into the cool, obviously air conditioned, shop.

"Can

I help you?" A young lady said, standing up from where she had been

bent over the fender of a rather expensive looking BMW Z4.

"Yeah."

I said, trying to pry my eyes away from the massive tits that were

swaying tantalizingly on her slim frame. "We're looking for Freddie?" I

said as I took in her long blond hair and sparkling green eyes.

"You

found her!" She said wiping her hands on a rag and walking toward us,

making her tits swing even more. And now that the car was not blocking

her crotch, her completely shaved mound was exposed to my view. "What

can I do for you?"

"Well."

I said dragging my gaze to her grinning face. "We had some trouble and

had to set down at your airport. The sign said to find Freddie here."

"What

kind of a plane is it?" She asked, her smile turning serious as she

realized that I was there for more than just ogling her fan

Getting stuck in a small Town on Nude Day, turns interesting.

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Owning a consulting business has its advantages. Over the years I had been quite successful and enjoyed a few perks for that success. I was enjoying one of them, flying to a consulting job in my Cessna 350 Corvallis, when a fantastic series of events was set in motion. I could never afford such an expensive plane, but after performing several hundred hours of independent testing on it, as part of a law suit, they sold the state of the art craft to me for a single dollar. Car type bucket seats and fly by wire technology made it one of the most comfortable planes I had ever flown.

Amanda, a professional photographer that I had used a number of times on jobs like the one we were traveling to; seemed to also enjoy the comfort of this plane compared to the old 172 I used to fly.

I felt the first shudder in the engine while I was busy sneaking a peek at Amanda's legs. With her lounging sleepily in the bucket seat next to me, her already short skirt had ridden up a couple more inches, and the rising sun was just brightening the inside of the cockpit enough for me to really see just how much leg she was unknowingly showing. In fact, if I caught the reflection in the LCD screen just right, I could almost see up between her legs to the light colored panties she wore. Yeah, I knew I was almost twice her age, but hell, she was hot and I was Always horny. How could I not look?

The second shudder really got my attention, and I went to work in the cockpit; all thought of her panty color and legs leaving my mind as it went into immediate troubleshooting mode.

I knew the electronics of this craft inside out, having done so much testing on the fly by wire during the legal suit. It only took a few moments to check and confirm that the dual ignition system of the fuel injected six cylinder engine was working as designed. We were cruising at nearly one hundred eighty knots, and everything seemed ok. But that second shudder had me on edge. I did not miss the third time it shuddered, just as I was in the middle of checking the fuel system. I caught it in the act. It was just a fluke that I happened to be looking right at the fuel pressure read out when it did it. Just for a moment, it blinked lower. Not a lot, a few pounds, but it was enough to set every alarm bell I had ringing. This baby needed to be on the ground and Now!

I gave Amanda an unceremonious, almost rude, shove with my hand before I set to work hitting the GPS navigation system for the closest airfield. "Tighten your belts, we're setting down." I practically growled as my mind went through emergency modes and check lists. I had filed a Visual Flight Rules route plan so I didn't need to contact a controller, but just to be safe I punched in 7700 into my transponder and hit the ident key. The response to my emergency code was almost immediate, Kansas City flight following had me on the radio in seconds asking my emergency. After several terse exchanges with them, they recommended we proceed to Kansas City International for an emergency procedure landing. I was just about to make that turn when the engine tone changed. Air speed quickly started to fall as the engine RPM tailed off to a little more than an idle.

"Negative KC Center. Looks like I just lost power." I responded as my fingers started working the GPS system to find the closest airport. It was tiny, some little 'burg called Milan. I'd never heard of it, but it had a strip. I tipped the wings over and started dropping at nearly a thousand feet per minute; hoping that what little power the engine had would hang on until I could get the wheels on the ground.

In the early dawn morning it was hard to pick out, but with a little help from the GPS pointers I was able to find the single strip of the small airport, sitting just outside what looked like a very small town. KC Center acknowledged my plans and stayed with me until I was out of radar contact, only a thousand feet off the ground. It wasn't my finest landing, but given that I only had one shot at it, I thought it was pretty damn good. The engine had just enough power to idle off the runway and onto a taxiway before it quit completely. But that was ok...we were down.

The airport was small, and to be honest, looked pretty deserted; and the air felt like stepping into a furnace when I popped the door open. "Looks like we have to walk." I said to Amanda as I stepped out and gingerly off the wing. Even for a mid-July morning it seemed oppressively hot.

"Well, I suppose I can charge you mileage!" She joked as she unfolded her slim frame barefoot onto the wing. She closed the door and sat down on the smooth aluminum surface to put her high heels back onto her feet while I shook my head at her good looking, but less than functional, footwear. She slid down the smooth metal of the wing and allowed me to catch her before her feet hit the ground, the edge of the wing catching her skirt and pulling it up as she slid off. I only got a glimpse of her cream colored panties before she pulled her skirt back down and blushed a bright red. "Oops. Sorry about that." She almost whispered.

"Not a problem. Last time I checked I still liked looking at beautiful women's panties. Especially if they were still in them!" I responded jokingly, which only made her blush even more.

It was a fairly long walk from where the plane decided to park itself, to the office complex of the small airport. It didn't take much looking around to find out that there was a mechanics office, but that Freddie was in town and didn't work on Wednesdays. That was just great! Freddie didn't leave a phone number either, but did leave the address of his shop in town. I figured maybe we could talk him into making an emergency repair.

Using my i-phone I looked up the address and found that it was only a couple miles from the airstrip. A quick call confirmed that it was still too early for Freddie to be there. It was going to be a warm walk into town, but then it was better than sitting out here and roasting. After a short consultation with Amanda, we decided to trek into town and see if we could track down Freddie.

City Café

It was still early as we approached the small town, and it showed. The streets were deserted except for a few cars passing by. We found the address of Freddie's shop, but it was still locked up. I decided some breakfast might be in order and the only thing that looked open was a small diner across the street.

"Looks like breakfast!" I said as I led Amanda across the still empty road and entered the tiny diner. To say I was shocked would have been the biggest understatement in the book. There were a number of people sitting around eating, all naked! It looked like a nudist convention. But you could have knocked me over with a feather when the waitress came out of the kitchen with a tray of dishes, and not a stitch of clothing on.

"Be right with you!" She said as she turned and bent to put the dishes down, her easily double D tits swinging enticingly. She turned back and walked up with a smile on her face and only a tiny apron around her waist that failed to completely cover the junction of her legs. "So I take it your new in town?" She asked, looking past us toward where our car might be parked, if we had one.

"Would you like a booth?" She asked cheerily.

"Yeah, actually we would." I answered, after which she led us to a booth toward the rear that was a bit less in the line of site of the windows and most of the other patrons.

After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.

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Jolene

was satisfied that she had done her duty. She lay the washcloth on the

night stand. Without a word, she sat on the bed, removed her saddle

shoes and bobby socks, then, naked, slid under the covers. Jim's

erection was returning with a vengeance at the sight of this nude girl

climbing into bed with him. Jim was ready, his arm extended to be

beneath Jolene's head and around her shoulders. On her back, her breasts

lost their definition, spreading and flattening. It had never occurred

to Jim how much a good bra shapes and complements a woman's figure.

Still, Jolene, the secret fantasy of every boy in school, had just

climbed into his bed, and she had just given him her virginity. The

streaks of blood he had found on his penis and thighs and Jolene's

washcloth had confirmed that. He swelled with masculine pride knowing

that he had been the man to pop Jolene's cherry! It was he, not her

quarterback boyfriend, but he who had

taken her virginity. He had hoped to fuck her today, but had only the

faintest expectation that he might actually be her first! After all, she

was beautiful and popular! Jim expected that Tom, her current

boyfriend, or someone else would have claimed her maidenhead before

today.

The two talked for a while, saying little, but talking none the less.

Finally, he boorishly put his hand on her breast. Jolene stiffened.

"They said we should do it several times to;"

Jolene felt the tension in her stomach when she heard Jim's words. "I know," she replied.

Jim

was elated. Jolene had given him her virginity. She hadn't exactly

fucked him;  rather, she lay there on the bed and unresponsively let him

fuck her which was as much as he could realistically expect. Then, he

watched as she had removed the rest of her clothing and returned to his

bed, naked, to do it again. Can life get any better than this? Yes! he decided openly allowing his fantasies to progress to the next step. It would be better if she fucked him back! But that was an unrealistic fantasy. 'Nice girls' would

never actively participate in sex. They might permit it, but they would

never initiate it and certainly never become the aggressor or even

actively participate themselves.

Jolene

was determined to do her duty, even though the experience might not be

everything she had hoped for and the man was not the partner she would

have chosen. Replenishing the world's population was more important than

her own personal likes and dislikes.

As

crude and inexperienced as Jim was, he was also a very perceptive man.

He knew that their initial encounter had not been very satisfactory for

Jolene And, if possible, he wanted to rectify that.

Softly,

gently, his hand caressed her breast and body, slowly exploring every

place he could reach, but always watching to see if she liked it. Jolene

was tense and nervous, even frightened. The memory of the pain of her

deflowerment was still fresh in her memory. But slowly, she began to

relax beneath his tender touch. There was an itch forming deep inside

her, a small but definite fire growing in her belly. Was this the

beginnings of passion that Jim was stirring up in her?

Still

holding her breast, Jim leaned over and kissed Jolene He was unskilled

at kissing, but the kiss was gentle and although she lay unresponsive,

there was a stirring in her loins and gradually she began to return the

kiss, bringing her hand up behind Jim's head. Unconsciously, her vaginal

muscles quivered with expectancy.

Jim

kissed her nose, her cheekbones, her forehead, and gradually worked his

way downward, grazing her perky nipples, momentarily sucking on them

before his kisses worked their way downward. Again, she tensed

nervously, knowing that he would be kissing her;  down there! He observed how she tensed up when he kissed the area below her soft stomach and closed in on her most intimate areas.

As

his kisses moved downward, the sheet moved with him, leaving her

uncovered and exposed. Unconsciously, Jolene's hand covered her breasts,

concealing them from view.

With

utmost care and tenderness, he kissed her fur-lined mound. As he

continued kissing her pubis, he brought up his hand and barely inserted a

single digit into her damp vagina ever so slightly penetrating her, but

causing a spasm of shuddering from the blond cheerleader. Her long,

slender legs separated, permitting better access to the finger and hand.

His kisses continued, his shoulder moved between her knees and his

tongue found her clitoris jolting a whimper from her.

His

finger moved very little, simply being a presence at the entrance of

her womanhood while his darting tongue spurred her libido. The

combination caused Jolene to rapidly become hot and bothered. She didn't

love Jim. And she wasn't in love with him. So why was he generating this excitement, this thrill in her? It should be Tom touching her, not Jim!

Soon,

she was practically pumping her hips against his finger and tongue. Her

breath was coming hard and fast, she raised her head looking down,

momentarily distracted by her tingling, fully erect, nipples that were

pointing straight up. Jim, who had moved his entire body between her

thighs, looked up and she gave an embarrassed smile that looked both

innocent and hungry at the same time. The agitation she felt from the

magical effect his finger and tongue extended far beyond where they were

actually touching, radiating throughout her pelvis, breasts and,

indeed, her entire viscera.

Overcome

by stimulation, Jolene grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face

upward so she could stop the maddening stimulus to her holy of holies.

Her breasts flattened against his chest and her rock-hard nipples

pressed into him as his weight settled on top of her, sandwiching her

between his firm body and the mattress beneath her, but she didn't seem

to mind. Their mouths met and Jolene could taste herself on his lips.

She hesitated to kiss him.

Jolene

felt his penis at her opening. This time, he had found it without her

help. He was erect and ready to penetrate her again. She was trembling

with temptation and anticipation and she gasped as he moved between her

velvet lips. She was more than ready for another union! Closing her

eyes, she surrendered, relaxing her body and her vaginal muscles, and

began to kiss him back. Still afraid, Jolene steeled herself as a

delicious ache in her abdomen grew.

It

was like a soft electrical current running through her pelvis and up

her spine! Once again, she froze, caught in the deep kiss she had

instigated, yielding before the insidious pressure as he slowly entered

her, at first, barely penetrating, but pushing in deeper with each very gentle thrust,

proceeding slowly, one inch at a time. A tiny moan emerged into his

mouth, smothered by her lips, as his penetration deepened.

Jolene's

well-lubricated vagina was still sore from the loss of her virginity,

but there was almost no discomfort as he moved into her this time. The

stimulation in her loins was growing as the kiss deepened. Her thighs

presented no resistance as Jim slipped between them. Slowly, she shifted

her hips until she felt Jim slip comfortably into her.

Jim began a slow, rhythmic movement, filling her, then pulling out only to press into her again.

(Jim

was thankful he had found that book in the library that seriously

talked about technique, and not simply flat out fucking. He was using

some of the techniques mentioned in the book; and even with his lack of

experience, he recognized Jolene's responses.)

After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.

Based on a post by barnabus, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Forward:

The setting is the nineteen fifties. After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.

Jolene; A high school cheer leader, awakens to find that a worldwide disaster has occurred killing 85% of the world's population. She has been selected to participate in a breeding program to replenish the world's population.

 Most of the participants are virgins. It also explains Jolene's surprise when she hears a girl moaning with sexual pleasure and Jim's shock when Jolene becomes 'the aggressive partner' in their relationship.

(For those who grew up after the 'free love' period of the 1960s and 1970s, you'll just have to take my word for it: That's the way it was!)

Nanette, on the other hand, has obviously been 'sexually active' (to use a modern term: In the 1950s, another description would have been used), but it becomes apparent to the astute reader that although she has been sexually 'active', she probably has not received a great deal of satisfaction from her sexual activity.

Chapter 1: Orientation.

"As you all know, there was a world-wide disaster."

As if coming out of a daydream, Jolene's mind drifted back into reality. The last thing she remembered was sitting in a Trigonometry class thinking about a cheer leading routine. She was the head cheerleader and was scheduled to run the next cheer leading practice.

There was a man with a clipboard and a briefcase at the head of a long table, talking. Instinctively, Jolene tuned in on what he was saying.

The word "disaster" grabbed her attention. He continued: "To our best estimate, as much as 85% of mankind has been destroyed." Jolene was suddenly awake and alert, carefully listening. He went on, "The government, what's left of it, has determined that an organized breeding program must be established, and you have all been selected to be part of the initial phase. Everyone in this group is 18 years old and was a high school student. You're all in good health, and hopefully, you will be able to produce healthy offspring. The girls are all in their fertile period, so this is an ideal time for each of you. You have been pared with a partner who is a favorable genetic match to you, and you have been brought here to see if you are compatible with your match. And if you are, you will be expected to breed to procreate children to help repopulate our country and world."

Jolene looked around the room. Everyone was about her age, except the man at the head of the table. They were arranged in boy-girl couples. Jolene recognized two of the girls in the room: she was sitting next to Jim and across the table, Jolene recognized Nanette, a close girlfriend, was sitting next to John. Jim and John were both nerds and not part of Jolene's 'inner circle' of friends. She had seen the another girl and boy from her school in the halls and knew they were a couple, but she didn't know their names. And there were other couples that Jolene didn't know, apparently from other schools.

Nanette wore a new, scandalously fashionable see-through blouse which displayed her lacy camisole top that hugged her well-shaped breasts and revealed the lines of Nanette's brassier The bra-straps were clearly visible. There was just a trace of two bumps showing exactly where Nanette's nipples were beneath her undergarments. Nan's skirt was the shortest skirt in the room, stopping slightly above her knees: rather immodest for the mid 1950's.¬

All of the girls were wearing blouses that buttoned down the front and skirts. There were no sweaters or slacks.

Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me. What disaster? I don't know about any disaster. The last thing I remember was sitting in Trigonometry class at school. What are you talking about?"

"That is a normal after effect of the disaster. The disaster occurred several weeks ago. Many people do not remember either the disaster or what happened afterward. At some point, your memory will begin working again and will pick up from that point onward. I'm sorry, Miss," he paused to look at his clipboard, "Miss Jolene, if your memory hasn't begun functioning yet. And in case you don't remember, I am the monitor of this program."

He scanned the others in the room. "Are there others that don't remember what has happened before today?" he asked. Several hands in the room went up. "This must be terribly frightening for you."

Jolene and several others nodded.

"I'm sorry that you are finding yourself in this situation without knowing what led up to it. However, it has been decided we cannot delay the program to increase our population any longer." He looked around the room, meeting the many nervous eyes in the room. "I appreciate that this might be especially difficult for many of you. In this world of the 1950's most of you young people live celibate lives, and although you might think about sex, probably most of you have never", he paused and stammered, "taken your fantasies to, um, shall we say" he paused to swallow, "their ultimate conclusion."

Many of the young people, especially the girls, were embarrassed the casual way he was talking about their sex-lives; or, rather, the lack of sex in their lives.

Again, Jolene raised her hand. "Excuse me, but shouldn't I be matched up with Tom Green?" she asked. Tom was her boyfriend. He was a year older than she was and they had been dating for a little more than a year.

"Green?" The man asked and pulled a large book from his briefcase. He perused the pages, then looked up sadly. "I'm afraid Tom didn't survive the disaster. I'm sorry, Miss Jolene" He returned his book to his briefcase. "In any case, we believe that, er," he fumbled with a name and pointed toward Jim, the boy sitting next to Jolene, "that he is the best genetic match for you that is available."

Jolene gave Jim a withering sideways glance.

Resuming his lecture, the man continued, "Each couple will be given its own room, which will be adequately furnished. We would like to get the program started as soon as possible." There was a moment of embarrassed silence in the room before the monitor added: "I know that many of you are embarrassed by this, but let me assure you that there are boys and girls all around the country are meeting in rooms like this and are being told the same things you are. Many are meeting their prospective mates for the very first time. I believe you all have the advantage of already being acquainted with the mate that has been selected for you."

A pretty girl, the one from her school that Jolene didn't know, raised her hand. "But I can't do this. I'm not married to;

Finally realizing the better options they both could choose..

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Roxy

closed the door behind her neighbor, chaining the lock and turning out

the light, but in spite of her exhaustion, it was a long time before she

fell asleep.

When

her phone rang early the next morning, it took her three tries to get

her hand on it, and she nearly pushed if off the end table and onto the

floor before finally snagging it in her grip.

"This had better be a lawyer telling me I just inherited a million dollars," grumbled Roxy into the receiver.

"Roxy? It's David. Did I call too early?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, sitting up in bed to rub her eyes.

"Sorry;

I just wanted to let you know it worked. Heather called me and wants to

see me next Tuesday night. She was practically begging me on the phone

to go out with her again."

"Oh; Ah; That's good news, David. I'm glad to hear it; "

"You don't sound very excited."

"At

this time of the morning, the only thing that would excite me is a big

cup of coffee, or for you to hang up so I can sleep four more hours."

"Right; Well, sorry to bother you I; I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Roxy

cut off the connection, laying back in her bed. Her mind drifted to the

conversation of the previous night with Mrs. Foster. And try as she

might, she couldn't get the thought of how handsome David had looked at

the water park, out of her head. How comfortable she had been around

him, and how perfect his lips had felt on hers.

"This

is bullshit; He's just a kid, and I'm an idiot!" she tried to tell

herself. But that didn't stop the pain that suddenly flared in her chest

or the tears that started to flow down her face.

"Mommy?

Why are you crying?" asked Emily appearing at the end of her bed with

the same uncanny stealthiness that Roxy herself had displayed on more

than one occasion.

"It's nothing, Baby. I just got something in my eye. Hey! You want waffles for breakfast?"

"Oh! I love waffles!" shouted Emily.

Roxy wiped the tears from her eyes and followed her daughter into the kitchen, trying to put the phone call out of her head.

The Measure of A Man.

David

pulled the comb through his hair again, annoyed at the stray hair in

back that flatly refused to lay down. He slapped some cologne on his

face and grabbed his keys off the bathroom counter.

"Where are you heading out looking so fine?" asked his Mom from the couch where she was reading a novel.

"I got a date with Heather," he said, stopping to tie his shoe.

"I thought you two broke up?"

"We did; but she's having second thoughts."

"Good for you guys! I always thought you made a cute couple."

"Thanks. I'll see you later," he said over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

He

found traffic to be a little heavier than usual for the time of night,

and he slowed turning the radio on to relieve the boredom as he crawled

forward. In the distance, a glowing billboard advertising the latest

ride at Wave World dominated the skyline. A memory popped into his head

unbidden; of Roxy walking toward him in her red bikini, the sunlight

falling on her reddish hair, lighting it like a fiery halo. His

heartbeat picked up as more images flashed through his mind, Roxy laying

with her bare feet in a desert spring, Roxy breathing hard with

excitement after their plunge down the slide, Roxy kissing him;

"Shit!" he yelled as he slammed on the brakes nearly hitting the car in front of him that had come to a stop.

"What's

a matter with me? This is ridiculous. A couple of kisses that didn't

really mean anything and now I can't think straight."

He

resolved to put the bombshell woman out of his mind as traffic finally

picked up and he exited a short time later pulling into Heather's

neighborhood.

The

number of times he had pulled up into this same driveway were too

numerous to count. He looked up at the big, white, two-story house,

recalling all the parties and events he had attended here. He was just

about to get out of the car when his cell phone rang, and to his

surprise, it was Roxy's number on the display.

David is confronted by Roxy’s ex.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The

following week David was back at the plant, and discovering that his

body was slowly acclimating itself to the earlier schedule since at

least he hadn't fallen back to sleep in the car on the way. Roxy had

them doing a file purge of all the old requisition forms that were more

than three years in the past, and he was sitting cross-legged in front

of a filing cabinet with piles of paper lying around him when she came

to check on his progress.

"How is it that you guys haven't digitized any of this crap?" he asked, waving at the stacks.

"I've

been bitching about that for years, but the company has other

priorities I guess. Thanks for raising the parenting bar for me by the

way."

"Huh?" David looked up with a clueless face.

"All

week long it's been, 'I want stories about dragons and princes,' every

time I want that toot to go to bed! You know how much bullshit I've had

to make up, off the top of my head?"

"Maybe I could write down some stories for you," offered David with a laugh.

"I should make you do that, but we have bigger fish to fry. Just keep purging, Paper Boy!"

She left him to his work, and Thomas was kind enough to bring him another box from the storage closet brimming with old forms.

"Thanks;" moaned David unhappily.

"Anytime!

I like to see a guy earning his keep. Think of it a ‘job security.’"

said Thomas, with a grin that David instantly wanted to smack off his

face.

An

hour later, cramps in both his legs forced him to take a break. Getting

up off the floor for the first time all morning. He was making his way

to the security door to visit the bathroom when a booming sound, loud

enough to make his ears ring, broke the relative silence of the

building; and seconds later the walls rattled as if a God-like hand was

shaking it.

"Holy

Crap! It's a fucking meltdown," thought David, seeing his whole short

life pass before his eyes and wishing instantly that he had enjoyed way

more sex than he had. His brain locked and he couldn't remember a single

thing from the safety video he had been shown in orientation. So he did

the only thing he could think of, and dove under a nearby desk. As he

sat there, shaking and contemplating just how painful death by radiation

exposure must be, Roxy's head suddenly appeared from above.

"So it's loud noises; and spiders?" she asked.

"Didn't you hear that? Why aren't we evacuating?" asked David in a rush.

"We

aren't evacuating because that wasn't the reactors, Bozo. They're

purging excess steam off the turbines. Didn't you watch the orientation

video?"

"I might have fallen asleep during it," admitted David sheepishly.

"Oh,

for Heaven's sake; Just get out from under there before someone sees

you cowering like a whipped dog. You keep this up, and they're going to

quit calling you 'Spider-Man,' and start calling you, 'Duck and Cover,'"

"They call me Spider-Man?" ask David to Roxy's back.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't let them stencil it on your hard hat," she said over her shoulder.

David felt a hand on his arm, and he turned to look at Thomas.

"Hey! 'Duck and Cover,' want me to bring you another box?"

"This day just keeps getting better;" muttered David as he shrugged off the hand and went in search of the restroom.

Thankfully,

the afternoon that followed was free of embarrassing moments, and the

approach of the final whistle was a welcome relief. David had placed the

last of the file boxes back in the closet, the contents much reduced in

size from when he had started, when Roxy came walking up, looking

slightly uncomfortable.

"David; I was wondering if I could ask you another favor?"

"Uh; Yeah, sure."

"Feel

free to say 'No,' it isn't a big deal," Roxy started to say, making

David wonder what was going on since he had never seen Roxy Doyle beat

around the bush ever.

"Okay," he said, looking suspicious at what was coming next.

"See;

The thing is, Emily has called me three times today because she is

doing this play at day camp, and; uh; she keeps asking if you'll come."

"Oh," said David in surprise, not expecting this at all.