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I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased.

At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies.

Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini.

Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since.

I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans.

Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women!

The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer.

I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits!

Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder.

"Yes they're pictures of me."

I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory."

She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back.

"He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me."

I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and  set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders.

“I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.”

She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all.

Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide.

"Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!"

In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that.

A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers.

She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In

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Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. 

This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he’d found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he’d happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful.

“Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways.

He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open.

“I’m so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn’t see you,” he added.

“Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“I could eat,” she half smiled.

He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn’t, having food waiting for her.

“I’m Joe,” he told her.

“Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich.

They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.”

“Okay if we share?” he asked.

“That’s fine.”

“Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?”

Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.”

“Good. After we eat, let’s get that scrape taken care of.”

“Okay.”

They stayed, talking over the small empty plate.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.”

“No shit! Me too!”

“No shit!”

“No shit. Where?”

“Robbinsdale.”

“Golden Valley.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type.

Fate.

“You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck.

“I used to,” he told her. “I’m actually applying for jobs presently.”

“Presently,” she giggled.

“Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.”

“No, it’s cute.”

“Glad you think so,” he chuckled.

“How’s the job search going?” she asked.

“Not great unfortunately. My uncle’s an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he’s against nepotism. It’s possible I’ll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I’m making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.”

“From what?” she asked.

“I used to be a waiter at Max’s Kansas City.”

“No shit!”

“No shit.”

“Why not stay there?”

“I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm.

Jenny sensing Joe’s discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What’s the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead.

“It’s one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her.

“Cool.”

“Yeah. It’s had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.”

“Is that cool?” she asked.

“Pretty cool,” he chuckled.

When they left the automat, he told her, “Let’s get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.”

“You don’t have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him.

“Um…you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again.

“I can get something on the way,” he decided.

“Great!”

Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms.

His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought.

Both were blushing while he made the purchase.

They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he’d seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max’s.

“Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob.

“No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Jenny?”

“Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled.

“Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her.

For some reason they’d painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls.

He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away.

She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman.

“Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re definitely in shape.”

“Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled.

He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.”

“You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled.

“Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully.

She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her.

“Tell me,” he said.

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do. Tell me.”

She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated.

“I…had to,” she choked out.

“Had to?”

“Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away.

“It’s okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back.

“I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I’m not good enough.”

“Best to know I guess,” Joe tried.

“It’s not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away.”

“From?”

“Everything!”

“Including?”

“My mother’s cruel disappointment. She’d been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father…”

“Did he…?”

“No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He’d be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn’t, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn’t believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw…I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him.

“I’m of course freaking out, everything…and then this…but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she’d probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I’m like, ‘You’re a fucking cunt.’ And she’s saying I’m a useless slut.”

“Sorry,” Joe apologized.

“I’m the sorry one,” Jenny actually chuckled.

“But…it doesn’t sound like sex…”

Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. “I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I’m not as naïve as I look.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“Like you’re a psycho? You don’t seem the type and in a way I don’t fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn’t have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn’t even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I’d try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you’re the best choice I’ve had so far.” She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt.

He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt.

“Nice,” she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn’t work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled.

He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth.

Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned.

Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there.

“Joe,” she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. “Oh my,” she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she’d seen by at least a couple inches.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned.

“Too much?” he asked reluctantly.

“Don’t you fucking stop!” she declared.

He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he’d ever felt and realized he wouldn’t last and told her.

“Just fuck me,” she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis.

Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He’d known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way.

He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples.

She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he’d learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he’d actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, “Oh my fucking God!” rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming.

“Joe,” she murmured, her hands pushing his chest.

“Sorry,” he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He’d reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs.

“Mmm,” she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm.

“It’ll be better next time,” he promised.

She chuckled weakly.

“What?” he asked.

She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his.

“That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I’ve had,” she explained.

“I thought it was making love,” he argued.

“Don’t be pedantic, Joe,” she smirked, surprising him.

“Pedantic?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Of course, but…”

“I’m smarter than I look.”

“I don’t believe in the dumb blonde myth.”

“I’ve met several, and not all blondes.”

“School?”

“And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying.”

“Makes sense. So school…?”

“I would have graduated this spring if I hadn’t had to run away.”

“GED?” he asked.

“Probably. I don’t imagine going to school for one quarter. You?”

“School?”

“Yeah.”

“I went to Bard in upstate New York for a couple years, but quit because it was ridiculous having parents spend that much money for me to study to be a poet.”

“You’re a poet?”

“Not much recently. I thought New York would be inspiring, but mostly it’s been distracting. I’m also interested in filmmaking, like the experimental kind, so no more lucrative. I still have a Bolex sixteen millimeter camera which fortunately the thieves never found.”

“Thieves?”

“The problem with living amongst junkies. Let me show you something.”

He lifted his left arm and she caressed a line of marks near his inner elbow area.

“Are those…?”

“Tracks. Only one is fairly fresh. It’s why I quit Max’s: too much temptation. Living here too, but right now I can’t afford to move. A friend of mine OD’d and died, and another almost did and I ended up keeping him alive. It was the last straw, and I realized that’d be me, or it’d just be a spiral of inertia, all about the next fix and nothing else, so I quit. Luckily I wasn’t too strung out and basically hung with my folks for a week when my dad had his sabbatical in DC this past winter. I drank a bit there, but my parents seemed none the wiser. Anyway, when I came back to work planning to keep my tips instead of spending them all, I did okay until I didn’t one day, succumbing to temptation, and quit after that.”

“When was that?”

“A week ago. I’v

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It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.

A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.

The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.

Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.

"Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."

Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.

"Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit.

"You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.

Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."

The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.

"I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.

She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.

They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.

"Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.

They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.

They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.

Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.

Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.

And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.

But his positives more than made up for it.

"I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.

She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left.

"Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.

"Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!"

"Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.

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Jeff walked out of the bar deep in thought. He would be thirty years old in just two weeks and had very little to show for it. There was a decent job, a string of short relationships and a lot of bills. He never thought his life would have turned out like this. He was smart, athletic and well educated. Although he wasn't every girl's dream, he was attractive by most standards and had his share of relationships with desirable women.

Unfortunately, none of the relationships had lasted more than a few months. At this point he was starting to worry that it was a trend without an end in sight. He considered himself a good guy and had always wanted a family. It was beginning to make him doubt himself and his future.

He was having a lousy Friday night. It was midnight and he was walking out of the bars alone; again. At least since it wasn't cloudy the moon lit up the streets and made it seem a little less depressing than it should have been. It all made him wonder if things would ever turn around.

As he turned the corner, he noticed the street was a little more deserted than usual. He attributed it to everyone still being in the bars having a good time, or on their way home to have a better one.

As he walked past the alley on the East side of the intersection, a noise attracted Jeff's attention. He peered into the darkness between the two buildings and his heart stopped. There was a young woman struggling with two men. They were dressed in jeans and torn shirts. Both wore the same color bandanas making Jeff suspect they were in a gang. It would have been normal for the neighborhood. The crime was getting worse in that section of the city and he wondered why the hell she was there alone at that time of night.

He was quiet as he tried to decide what the situation was before doing something stupid. From her struggles, he was almost certain this wasn't some kind of game. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted and he could see she was a petite brunette, about five feet tall, thin and well dressed. But what Jeff noticed most was that she was drop dead gorgeous.

Confident that this was a real attack, he pulled out his cell phone and stepped back away from the alley.

"911," a woman's voice answered. "Please state your emergency."

"I'm on the corner of Superior and Wabash. There's a woman being attacked in the alley by a couple of thugs. Please hurry!"

"Sir, I have officers on the way. Please wait for them and don't get involved."

A muffled scream put an end to that thought for Jeff. He cautiously glanced around the edge of the building and saw that the girl was being held from behind by one man as the other ripped her shirt. He reached a hand inside to cup one of her breasts and Jeff couldn't stop himself from walking toward them.

He set the phone down on a garbage can so the operator might be able to hear some of what was happening.

"Hey, what's going on?" he demanded.

The man in front of the girl whirled around to face him, "You need to mind your own business. We're all friends here." The girl moaned through the hand the punk in back had put over her mouth.

Jeff quickly did the math on the situation. If neither man had a gun, he was confident he had a chance. The alley was wide enough for him to maneuver, giving him the room he'd need to deal with two men at once. He hoped for an element of surprise on his side, because he didn't appear to be an imposing opponent. At under six feet tall and about one hundred, eighty-five pounds, he wasn't going to frighten anyone based on his imposing image.

What they didn't know was the years of martial arts training he went through in his mid-twenties and the tournament fights he participated in. He wasn't overconfident; his teachers had thoroughly taught him the need to have the proper amount of respect for an adversary. Any fight can be lost if you slip, turn an ankle, miss a punch, or make any one of a hundred other mistakes that can happen in the heat of the moment. Also, he had to hope neither of the hoods was holding any surprises for him.

No matter what, Jeff couldn't let them hurt this girl. Her eyes pleaded with him for help and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try to protect her. When he refused to move, the man in front of her showed him the knife in his hand. His partner holding the girl nodded and said, "Take him."

Jeff tried to appear unnerved, hoping he could still avoid a fight. "Listen, nobody has to get hurt here. Just let her go and we'll head the other way."

The man with the knife sneered and said, "Only one of us is going to get hurt. You should've kept walking."

Jeff saw the man tense as he moved forward. He swung the knife in a wide arc, keeping it around chest level. Jeff smoothly stepped inside and blocked the thug's arm with both hands. His right hand flashed out quickly and caught the attacker in the cheek with the back of his fist. Jeff continued his movement, stepping under the man's arm, grabbing his wrist and turning it in.

The punk dropped the knife with a whine and Jeff finished the move he had practiced thousands of times with a roundhouse kick to the ribs. As the man doubled over in pain, Jeff stepped in and finished him off with an elbow strike to the nose. He was rewarded with a loud breaking sound and a cry of pain as the man dropped to the ground.

Jeff stepped back and looked at the man holding the girl. Now that he was closer, he could make out her condition. She had been roughed up a little, with her face showing several cuts and scratches. He still hoped to get out of this without any more violence. It was possible the girl could get hurt in the melee or that he could lose, putting her in even more jeopardy than before.

"I'm telling you, let her go and we'll walk. You can get your friend and go your own way. Neither of us wants to get hurt, just let her go." Jeff considered telling him about the call to the police, but worried that the piece of shit might panic and hurt the girl, or decide his only option was to take her hostage.

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Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he

The

The cottage has been renovated to include the most updated kitchen

So this hottie, Lea of London, reminded him of a woman he had met and

Her name was Gabriella. She was a rep from a tour operator who had

She had made the first move while they were still at the table.

She leaned towards him to whisper, 'You're a big boy, aren't you?'

To this he had gasped and replied, 'That's the effect you have on me!'

She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud.

She whispered again, 'Let's take this to the cocktail bar.' He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable "Cock".

Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar,

They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As

Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To

They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He

She looked him right in the eye and said, 'Here's a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.'

He didn't let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, 'What do I get if I guess correctly?'

She gave him her wicked grin, 'If I'm not, I'll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I'll take them off and give them to you.'

He smiled. 'And what do you get if you guess correctly?'

She licked her lips. 'If you're wearing any, go to the gents, take

He nodded.

'Go on then, you first,' she said.

He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs

She grinned. 'Good guess. Now I suppose I'll have to take it off and

He nodded, 'Correct.'

She looked at his crotch, 'Go on then, show me!'

Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining

He squeezed his cock back into his pants. 'Your turn.'

She nodded. 'Sure, I'll just go to the ladies'.

He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled

Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her

Before she could sit down again he asked, 'Shall we go somewhere more private? I've ordered us some more bubbly, if that's ok?'

She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. 'Great idea. Have it sent to my room.'

And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and

Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were

She gasped, 'Fuck me!'

And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full

'Come in me!' she ordered.

He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his

'Now lie on your back,' she told him.

As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over

Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his

They didn't leave the room until the next morning, spending the night

That, Joe had thought, is what I call hospitality networking!

Joe’s smartphone dinged, waking him from the daydream. The text is from Lea, affirming her arrival in 10 minutes, or so.

And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this 'Lea'

Lea had booked it for a long weekend. As far as he knew she was

Typically he left his guests alone during their visit, meeting them

She was due to arrive any moment. It was late evening on a warm

Anyway, he thought, let's see how things go. I'll show her round, let

Having finished preparing the cottage, he was now just outside the

'Hi, you must be Lea. I'm Joe. Welcome!' He smiled again as she looked him up and down.

What was she thinking, feeling? What would she desire?

It wouldn't be the first time Joe Leman (his professional persona,

One of his most treasured memories of these numerous encounters was a

After draining another cocktail she had fabricated some excuse to get

After he had emptied himself into her she demanded that he turn her

And now he had inherited the secluded house and its quaint Orchard

Joe found that his  6 foot height, dark eyes, chiseled looks, fit

And now here he was perhaps about to fuck this stunningly attractive

He had made every effort to stay cool when he first saw her arrive,

By LouisaAdler. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1.

The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics.

He

The Hellfire Club was having an auction.

Even

Next to him, Lord Seth Cardew

Will grumbled. Truth be told, he wouldn’t be

Just in case, though…

Just

As if bidden by his thoughts, the

If

Will roused a little, intrigued against his will. She

“Welcome, friends, to The

“Bring on the whores!”

She

“The Hellfire Club color codes our

“She is, for all intents and

Enthusiastic

Madame Valerie nodded her

The green-cloaked

His lips twisted in the gloom.

As if reading

The audience gasped. Several people around Will flipped through their programs, searching for her information page.

Will

Was her skin really so fair, or was she

He’d so loved Violet’s freckles.

The

Right. The Hellfire Club would

He would pay millions for such peace.

2 Months Ago..

The Countess of Mulvane shivered.

Despite

After

Funny, really, that giving in to a

And yet… 

Back to Today’s Nude Mistress Auction.

And

It wasn’t even a choice. She willed the mask to stay put.

“Please turn around, Twenty-Two,” Madame Valerie ordered.

Georgiana

Her eyes

“Our

The audience whooped. A room

“Cantaloupes!”

“Honeydews!”

Madame Valerie laughed. “She will certainly do, honey.”

A

Georgiana shrieked, taken by surprise more than pain. Sensation flooded her. Heat pooled, low and banked, in her pelvis.

“They’re

The

Resolve wrapped around her heart. No.

This

Madame

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Georgiana. Don’t be so missish.

Nether

Madame Valerie spoke again. “Note the naturally

Shame, that useless emotion,

As if reading her mind, Madame

“Oh, God.” Georgiana couldn’t control the

“Such a vocal little thing. Enjoying yourself, Twenty-Two?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

Slap. Madame hit her bottom, open-handed. “Yes, what?”

The weeks of training jogged Georgiana’s memory. Her voice was thready with desire. “Yes, Madame Valerie.”

“That’s

Georgiana groaned in response. Heavens, that was good. So terribly, horribly good.

“Do you want to come, little one?”

“Y-yes, Madame Valerie.”

“Say

“I want to come, Madame Valerie. Please keep doing that with your hands.”

Slap. “Doing what exactly?”

“Playing

Slap.

Oh, it hurt. God, it felt so, so—

Georgiana

Another slap to her bottom. “You’re quite welcome, Twenty-Two. Stand up and turn around.”

Doing

The Countess of Mulvane had

“That was quite a

A voice, deep and hideously familiar, rent the silence. “Five hundred thousand pounds.”

“Sold to—” Madame Valerie paused, as if shocked into silence. “My, my. The Marquess of Ravenswood.”

The words fell on Georgiana like an anvil. Oh no.

No, no, no.

Georgiana’s

All was lost.

By LouisaAdler for Literotica

By Stopokochac. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist. Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos. Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men from her class, only admiring them from afar, and wondering, "If only?" However, all that was about to change. Unbeknownst to her, her passion for art was about to forever alter the course of her love life.

It was the start of Lilly's second year in art school. This was the semester that Lilly would be taking figure drawing. Lilly made her way to her figure drawing class, anxious over the anticipation of finally seeing the hot nude men, she had always fanticized about. Just the thought of it made her nipples hard, and her genitals moist.

Lilly entered her classroom and by pure luck, managed to snag the last seat in the front of the class. Anxious of what was about to come, Lilly's legs started twitching violently.

"Are you okay?" the boy next to her inquired.

"Yes, I'm fine," Lilly replied. "I'm always a bit nervous on the first day of class."

Suddenly, in came the teacher.

"Good morning class," the teacher said. "My name is Mrs. Anderson, and I will be your figure drawing instructor."

Mrs. Anderson proceeded with the usual first day of class routine, of learning names and going over the syllabus. However, Lilly tuned her out for most of the time, as all she could think about was those hot male models who would soon be standing in front of her.

"We will be drawing our first model next Friday," Mrs. Anderson said.

"Next Friday?" Lilly blurted out.

"Is there a problem?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"No, no problem," Lilly replied. "I'm looking forward to it."

"That's it for today," Mrs. Anderson said. "You're excused."

Lilly left the class disappointed that she would have to wait one more week to finally see her first penis.

A week had past and Lilly was once again on her way to figure drawing, this time more anxious than ever, as she knew this would finally be the day. Lilly arrived even earlier this time, to make sure she would snag a front row seat. As Lilly settles in, Mrs. Anderson walks in.

"Good morning class. This morning I am proud to introduce our first model of the semester. Please welcome, Lydia."

No! Lilly couldn't believe her ears. At this point it seemed like Mrs. Anderson was deliberately screwing with her. All she wanted to do now, was get through the day's class, and hope that next week would finally be the day.

Week three of her semester had arrived, but at this point, Lilly had low hopes about seeing the nude man of her dreams. She came to class and once again sat in front row, but this time she was calm and relaxed, anticipating that Mrs. Anderson would introduce another female model.

Mrs. Anderson walked into class.

"Good morning class. I am excited to tell you that today we will be drawing our first male model."

Lilly's heartrate immediately jumped to three times its normal pace. This was it.

"Class, please welcome to the stage, today's model, Curtis."

The curtain lifted, and there he was, Curtis. A 6 ft. 3'' hippie with long dark hair, and a full goatie. He approached the podium, directly in front of our young artist, Lilly. He reached for his bathrobe belt, undid the knot and dropped his robe. There he was, just a few feet from Lilly. She couldn't believe it. After nineteen years, she was finally looking at a naked man for the first time. Curtis was covered in thick dark chest hair, and a line of hair lead from his abdomen down to his thick, uncircumsized penis, which was partially obscured by a patch of dense, dark pubic hair. Lilly felt her nipples get hard, and her moist pussy open up. In her eyes, he was flawless. At this point, she was more focused on getting that penis, then actually drawing it.

After nearly two hours, Mrs. Anderson called out, "Okay! It's time to go class! A special thanks to our model for this week. Next week we will introduce a new model!"

Curtis turned around just long enough for Lilly to catch a glimpse of his firm hairy buttocks. She knew she would never see this man or another like him again. This could be her only chance, but so many thoughts ran through her head. "What if he has a girlfriend? What if he thinks I'm ugly?" But Lilly knew if she didn't act, she would regret it for the rest of her life. At that point, Lilly decided to take a chance. She waited outside the classroom for Curtis to come out.

"Hey! Curtis, right? I'm Lilly!"

"Oh, nice to meet you Lilly," Curtis replied.

"Hey listen, this might be too much to ask, but I kind of didn't finish my drawing, and I really want to keep a straight A in this class. Do you think you could come up to my dorm later, so I can finish drawing you?"

"Sure," Curtis replied. "You seem like a sweet girl, and I would hate for you not to get that straight A. I can come by this evening around 7:00."

"7:00 works great! Lilly replied! I'll see you then."

Lilly couldn't believe it, and had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She jumped in excitement and yelled out a loud, squeaky, "YES!" as confused students looked at her awkwardly.

"Um... sorry." Lilly said.

7:00, Lilly is relaxing in her dorm, when she hears a knock. She opens the door, and sees Curtis.

"Curtis? You're actually here! Please, come in! Would you like a cup of coffee or something to eat?"

"No, I'm fine," Curtis replied. "Let's finish that drawing."

Lilly sat in front of her canvas, as Curtis began to undress. Before she knew it, she was once again staring right at his hot naked pose. Lilly once again began to feel aroused, and after just a few minutes she couldn't help herself and said, "You have a beautiful body!"

Curtis blushed and said, "Why, thank you, but I don't think you're allowed to say that to me."

Lilly put her brush down, and stood up. She walked right up Curtis and put her hands right on his chest, "We're not in art class."

Curtis slowly leaned in and began to kiss Lilly on the mouth. They locked hands and began to French kiss. Lilly slowly released her hands, and began to run them down his back and hairy buttocks.

"I'm sorry, I've never done this before," Lilly said.

"Shush. Just relax," replied Curtis, as he put his index finger on Lilly's red lips.

He laid her down on the sofa, and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her blue bra. He removed her shirt and put it on the ground next to her. They then embraced each other in a Lotus position, and Curis began to unhook her bra. She pressed her perky, erect nippled breasts against his hairy chest. She gently peered down to see Curtis's 7 inch boner, pointing straight towards her face. The two stood up and Curtus slowly began to kiss Lily's breasts and belly. He slowly unbottoned and unzipped her jeans and gently pulled them down. He began to kiss her pink underwear, before slowly pulling it down, revealing her thick, brown pubic hair. He slowly put his mouth up against Lilly's wet pussy, and began to lick as Lilly held his long hair. She could not believe this was happening.

After a couple minutes, he began to work his way back up, kissing her stomach and breasts, eventually working his way up her armpits. He gently began to suck on her long, brown armpit hairs.

After another 2 minutes he gently laid her back down on her coach. He lifted one of her leg's up in the air, and gently inserted his 7 inch penis inside her hairy pussy. He began to slowly thrust in and out, and Lilly could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth inside her. Lilly began to moan as Curtis slowly sped up, and began to nibble on her toes. Lilly was in a state of shock! She tried to moan again, but no sound was coming out. As he began to thrust faster and faster, Lilly's leg slipped knocking over her easel. Suddenly, Curtis pulled out. "Why'd you stop?" Lilly inquires. Next thing she knows, her chest and belly are covered with Curtis's semen. Lilly was a virgin no more.

By Stopokochac for Literotica.

Getting to know the New Girl On Campus

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Jonathan hooks up with new girl at college.

Jonathon couldn’t help checking out the new girl in his History

Jonathon was so lost in thought about how sexy April was that he

Oh no! Jonathon thought to himself, she must have caught me staring

Jonathon wasn’t quite sure what to do until April finally said, “Hey

He realized he must look really stupid not answering right away and

April seemed very glad that Jonathon was able to help and quickly

The message was from a number he didn’t have saved, however the

It had been several days since he had last taken care of himself so

Finally imagining April naked was too much for him and Jonathon

Wow it was a good thing I got off before I went over to April’s,

“Here we can study at my desk over here,” April said as she led Jonathon to the desk on her side of the dorm room.

“Alright lets get started with the studying,” Jonathon said as he

“Why don’t we start with the reading for World War II,” Jonathon suggested as April flipped through her history textbook.

“Okay I guess we can start there,” April said sounding slightly defeated already.

“Don’t worry I’ll help you figure everything out and make sure

“Well this seems like a good start to studying but my back is

“Oh no I’m so sorry I didn’t even think about how much bending over

April noticed Jonathon shifting around and said to him, “Is your back hurting again?” Jonathon just nodded in confirmation.

“Here let me help you out,” April said as she climbed on Jonathon’s back and sat astride him.

“W-What are you doing?” Jonathon nervously asked April as she climbed on his back straddling him.

“I’m going to help your back out,” April said as she started

She then looked nervously back at Jonathon and said, “You know I

Jonathon was surprised by April’s statement and said, “What do you mean?”

April blushed slightly and said, “Well I heard a rumor about you from some other girls and I wanted to find out if it was true.”

As if reading the confused look on Jonathan’s face April told him, “Well the rumor is that you are really big.”

Jonathon was still confused and asked, “What do you mean I’m not that big of a guy.”

“No the rumor is that you are big down there,” April said as she

“Wait who told you I was big down there,” he asked April curious to know who was spreading rumors about him.

“I can’t tell you that. A girl has to have her secrets,” April said to Jonathon smiling again and not blushing so much.

“Besides you still haven’t confirmed to me whether or not the rumor is true,” April said as she blushed again.

“Well I guess I could show and you can judge whether the rumor is

“Oh my, gosh the rumor was that you are big but you’re fucking huge,”

Watching Jonathon stroking his cock brought April out of her stupor and she asked, “Could I touch it?”

Jonathon stopped stroking his cock and said, “Sure let me help you.”

“Oh my gosh its so big and thick I can barely get my hand around it,”

“You know I’m enjoying what you are doing to me April but it seems to

April smiled shyly and said, “I guess you are right. After all you

“Well it certainly looks like you like what you see,” April said as she watched Jonathon’s cock throb in anticipation.

“Let me show you the rest now,” April said as she reached behind her

“Wow!” was all Jonathon could say as he stared at April’s gorgeous

“Glad to see that you enjoy the view right now,” April said as she

“Sorry I didn’t even realize I was doing that,” Jonathon said as he

“Hey don’t be embarrassed by that. I actually think its pretty hot

He reached down and stroked her long raven black hair as she

“Oh my this is a big cock. I barely get it in my mouth,” April said

“While I love sucking that big cock of yours I have a much better

“So what do you think? Does my naked body meet your approval?” April

Jonathon stared at April’s amazing naked body, which was more

“Well as much as I enjoy having you stare at my naked body I can

Finally she pushed his head away for a moment and said, “Could you

“Sure I can do that for you. I actually really enjoy eating a girl

Jonathon smiled knowing the pleasure he was giving her and then

Finally Jonathon got down to his prize between April’s legs. He

This caused April to take in a large gasp of air and say, “Shit you

Finally she realized she couldn’t take anymore and groaned very loud,

“Ohhhhhh Shitttttttt!” April practically screamed, though Jonathon

April moaned beneath him and held his naked body tight saying, “Holy

Jonathon smiled down at April and said, “Well are you ready to feel

“Oh my gosh you weren’t kidding when you said you were tight babe.