Steamy Stories Podcast

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

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

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

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

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

Lurid Mythology: Psyche and Cupid - part 1, by luststruck96. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Cupid discovers Psyche’s beauty. Psyche wore a black peasant dress that fell just above her knees and threw on a black cloak to hide her face to conceal her identity. As she expertly climbed the castle walls to leave, she made sure to keep quiet as to not awaken any of the guards. If they were to find her escaping, she would be chained to her room. The king had forbidden his three daughters from leaving the confines of the kingdom as an attempt to keep their beauty pure. The three sisters who had previously been able to roam the kingdom were now kept in the dark with the exception of making marriage alliances. Her eldest sister had been married off and her other sister’s marriage had already been fixed, but as the youngest Psyche’s hand was the next to be given away. Her beauty was known across the kingdoms and the talk of who would get to wed the rare beauty was growing despite the kingdom’s people not having seen her in recent years. Psyche was stubborn and curious for a princess which led her to leaving the castle in order to roam the markets at night. It was her only salvage from the lack of liberation in her life. As Psyche walked along the market with her head down, she witnessed the empty streets and the very few people who were left, closing their shops or attending their last customers. Her hand went to trace an apple that sat on the stand. It stood out from the other dull apples that were marked with spots that indicated their decay. The apple was a bright red with a shiny surface that seemed natural. As she admired the apple, a hand clasped her tiny one. “You touch the apple, you buy it,” she heard the man speak. She resisted from looking at the man in order to continue to conceal her face as his hand still held hers. “I apologize kind sir, but I haven’t got money with me at the moment, but I promise to bring you your money tomorrow.” As he let go of her hand, she could hear the man’s footsteps approach her as he walked around the stand to stand in front of her. Her held her hand in a firmer grasp this time, slightly pulling her forward. “What guarantee do I have for that?” Before she could speak, his other arm circled her tiny waist and pulled her against him. “Maybe if I take something of yours, your debt will be paid.” He moved his hand to untie the cloak that masked her identity. Despite her attempt to move his hand, he had succeeded in removing her cloak, leaving her in her black dress with her face exposed. “Princess,” he whispered in excitement. I moved my eyes up as I glared at him, challenging him further. “You’ve definitely blossomed over the years,” he said as his gaze dropped over her bosoms. He began to trace a hand down her bare arm as he held tightly onto her upper arm. He held her tightly against him as she whimpered in fear, cowering back as his hand moved to squeeze her rear. She pushed harder after that, but nothing seemed to dislodge him. As he leaned forward to kiss her, someone had pushed him off of her. She looked towards the older gentleman and bowed in gratitude. He simply nodded before chasing the man away. An older woman approached my side. “Are you Princess Psyche?” I nodded. “You’ve grown to be so beautiful. I don’t even think the Gods have such beauty in heaven.” I blushed at her words. News of the encounter had spread across the kingdom, which led to the king being pressured into showing the princesses to the kingdom once again. Despite the inhumanly beauty of all three of his daughters, Psyche’s beauty received the most praise. At one point, everyone had begun to pray to Psyche and suffocated her with offerings of all sorts, abandoning their previous ways of bowing to Goddess Venus. The majority of people looked at Psyche with admiration, the younger men looked at her with lust, and the younger women looked at with her with jealousy, including her sisters. When news of Psyche’s admira

2 Hour Request Hour by Fugman’s, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Many years ago I used to be a radio DJ, a job I truly loved for many different reasons. First, I worked overnights on the weekend, so other than the DJ that worked at the other station in the building, there was no one ever around. I would invite my girlfriend and she would hang out with me pretty much my whole shift. I had an airshift one year around my birthday, and I invited Stacy to hang with me during my shift. I worked from twelve am to 6am, and she came by about half an hour into my shift wearing my favorite little black dress that shoed my two favorite things, cleavage and her long legs. She usually stayed until I left for the night, so I figured she had something in mind. In the center of the room there is a big desk with an audio board and a microphone where I sit and do my show. On the other side a couple more microphones and chairs for the morning show. I sat behind this huge desk and Stacy sat behind me for the most part, she was my helper. She would help me get the music for my show. We would get to talking and then I would put my headphones on, flip the microphone on and talk to all the listeners. Stacy used to enjoy listening to the calls from all of the lonely people. Beginning at two o'clock, I did the “two hour request hour” an all request show, lots of callers, lots of requests. It’s my busiest time of the Friday night show. I started taking calls around 1:30am, and by 2, I had enough requests and dedications to have most of the first hour planned out. It was a popular show, and it was nice to have Stacy’s help. Right as the clock turned 2, I started my show, Stacy told me that she would be right back. I said ok, and started the “Two Hour Request Hour.” My phone’s were hot and I was going good, answering phones and getting things ready. Other than answering the phones, I don’t do a lot of live mic work during this time, it’s all recorded phone calls. When Stacy came back in the room, I was recording a call, I caught her eye, and she winked at me. She disappeared and a second later, I felt her hands on my thighs. Her hands stroked me through my jeans, and my member came to attention under her fingertips. I looked at her under the desk, as she smiled her approval of my condition. Deftly, she undib my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly lowering my zipper. Her hands pulled at my jeans until I lifted my butt of the chair so she could pull them down. She grabbed at my underwear in the process and suddenly, my hard tool was naked in front of her. She smiled at me, “don’t forget you have a show to do, go ahead, answer your phones!” I tried to compose myself and answered a call, “Hi, this is John, can I send a song to Alice?’ Just as I was about to reply, Stacy kissed my rod and slid me deep inside of her mouth. I tried to stay calm and responded, but I about stumbled over simple words, “sure, what do you want to say to her?” Stacy was slowly sliding me in and out of her lips, I looked at her, and she let me go only long enough to smile at me and softly say, “can’t you talk?” She winked and I watched as her lips parted and she slowly took my length down her throat. John continued, “I want to tell her that she is my world, and can you play ‘The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You’ by Bryan Adams?” I mustered my thoughts, “Sure, will do, thanks for calling.” I hung up the phone and looked at Stacy bobbing slowly up and down in my lap. “Un-uh mister, don’t neglect those phones” as she dropped on me again and again. It was difficult to work like this, but I am a professional, trained to deal with distractions and stay on task. I answered the next call, “Can you play ‘Fishnet,’ by Morris Day and send it out to Sam from Jessica?” I managed to get out, “Sure, I can…” as I continued, Stacy wrapped her hands around the base of my very happy erection and stroked me, “do that!” As I said that, my voice cracked like a twelve year old. I t

Green ApplesHer apple was the juiciest of the orchard. by velvetpie. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Honey! Honey, stop here!” I turned my MP3 player down and stared out the window as my father, Paul, pulled into a driveway, flanked by a homemade wood-and-wire fence. We bumped down the dirt road, heading toward a two-story farmhouse in the near distance. Dark-green leafed trees lined the drive and I examined the reason for our stop. A hand-painted sign out front had touted Red Delicious – Yellow Delicious – Green Apples For Sale and that had sent my mother into fits over fruit breathing in the country air and therefore, was much better for us. Dad pulled the Expedition in at the side of the house, near other parked cars, and we all got out. I hung back, hoping that my mother would all but ignore me and I was glad when she jumped out, running with all the energy of a woman hurrying to a Neiman-Marcus sale. I have to admit that I was impressed myself. Mounded stacks of apples rested in deep wooden cradles with names penned on the cardboard and popsicle-stick signs. Rome, Red Delicious, Jonagold, Golden Delicious, McIntosh, Granny Smith … I grew dizzy over reading all of them and the accompanying descriptions until I met Gala. She wasn’t much older than me at 19 and her freckles and pigtails made me think of the Wendy’s icon but the smile she gave me didn’t make me think about hamburgers and fries. She gave me a wink as she filled the orders of waiting customers, pausing between to bite off large chunks of a green apple that she kept at the back of the register. When she was finished, she came over to me, her eyes twinkling and her teeny boobs nearly falling out of her loosely-tied halter top. “Come for some apples?” “Yeah. My mom’s picking them out.” She nodded, looking me up and down. “She know much about apples?” I shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t know. She shrieked at my dad to turn off here and we did.” I gave her my best I’m-horny-and-please-take-pity-on-me smile. “I don’t think she knows anything more about apples than what she’s learned from Martha Stewart.” “Well, that’s not all bad. I bet she knows that you don’t use Red Delicious apples for an apple pie.” She picked up one of the dark red globes, caressing the shiny skin. “You should use something with a tang, like a McIntosh.” “I didn’t know that.” I strolled down the display, eyeing her skinny body and wondering what was underneath those cutoffs. “Oh, so you don’t know much about apples, eh?” She shouted something to one of the girls working behind the counter and lifted the counter, joining him in the midst of other customers. “Come with me and I’ll give you a tour of the orchard.” I waved at my dad, letting him know that I was going with her and soon found myself lost within rows and rows of trees, heavy with ripening fruit and heady with the scent of the rotted ruins. She dashed ahead of me, adept in knowing the geography of the place and I chased after her, laughing my head off, my music long forgotten. I came around a corner, fought my way into a thicket of confederate jasmine and found her waiting, a smile on her face. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find only green apples in your life.” She tugged her elastic top off, freeing her small breasts and I immediately bent, taking one in my mouth. She whimpered softly, running her fingers through my hair, her voice breathy. “Girls who are selective in who they fuck and have nice, tight pussies, tasty like a fresh apple.” “You know a lot about green apples?” “Sure have licked a lot.” The thought of her with other girls made my cock leap. “Sounds like a party.” “Too bad you don’t live around here. We’d be partying all the time.” I sucked her other nipple, loving how the nipple itself was almost as large as the breast itself and it was hard to pull myself away, even when she reached inside her unzipped shorts and brought out a fingerful of pussy cream. I sucked it off her fingers and dropped to my knees, tugging the s

Room & Bored: Part 4Day two of Del’s new job. by Krosis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Del spent the rest of the afternoon in a mushy haze. He’d finally lost his virginity! Not to Nancy, as he’d hoped, but Trista was a sexy MILF as well. He looked forward to his next ‘job’ with her. That night, he and Nancy played more Dragon Era in the living room. “So, how was your first day helping Trista?” she asked him as their character ran through an abandoned town. “It was fun,” Del said, and winced. He shouldn’t have said that…work wasn’t supposed to be fun! She sat up. “Fun? What’d you do?” “Err…I mean, have you seen their hedge maze? That was fun. Obviously the work is work,” he quickly covered. Sunday Morning… Del woke up to a text from Trista: “Hey how fast can you get over here?” He looked at the time: 10 AM. His muscles were sore from yesterday’s exertions, not only from the hedge trimming, but from hammering his cock into the leggy blonde’s hot pussy as he gave her his v-card. He replied back, “Pretty quick, give me a few” “Ok text when you’re coming over” “Coffee?” Nancy made her usual offer as she heard him emerge from his basement cave. “Sorry, Trista needs me right now.” He typed on his phone and headed to the front door. Nancy watched him leave, suddenly feeling protective, and she wondered if she might also be jealous. Had Trista already jumped him? Had he lost his virginity to her? Was he going over there to pump that deliciously large cock into her skanky cunt? She caught herself and shook her head. She hadn’t felt sexy since her period started Thursday night, but it was calming down, and with it, her libido was ramping back up. She had no legitimate claim on Del, though…if Trista was boffing him, that had nothing to do with her. She sighed and ate her breakfast. Del got another text message as he left Nancy’s house: “Head upstairs second door on the left” Helena let him in, as usual. Today the strawberry blonde was wearing a tank top and short-shorts, showing how she had inherited her long legs from her mother. “Mom’s upstairs, I think,” she advised him. “Thanks.” Del headed up the dark oak staircase. Once he was out of sight, the young woman pulled out her mother’s phone and sent another text: “Undress, put on the blindfold, and turn away from the door” “Ok” She quietly mounted the stairs, following in the attractive young man’s wake. Slightly opening the spare bedroom’s door to peek in, she saw that he had followed her instructions; he was kneeling on the room’s double bed, naked, with his back to her. She stepped in and placed her hand on his shoulder, making him jump a little. Then she made a V with her fingers and swung them around to quickly stab at his eyes, stopping short an inch away. If he hadn’t secured the dark blindfold, he would have recoiled from the visible danger to his eyesight, but he hadn’t reacted at all. “So, um…” he began. “SHH!” She reached around and grasped his cock, amazed at how long and thick it was. She had seen it while her mother was blowing him the previous day, but now that she was close and it was in her hand, it seemed even bigger. A bit of drool slipped from between her lips and she swept it up with her tongue. She directed him by his shoulders to turn around, and then pushed him back onto the bed before grabbing his cock again to stroke it. She had to taste it. She moved down and licked at the head, her pussy thrilling at this illicit act. She took it into her mouth and gave it a strong suck, making him moan, and then engulfed several inches. Soon, she was bobbing her head and tasting his pre-cum, but she couldn’t take all of his cock like her mother had. She worried that he might figure out that she wasn’t her mother from her inexperience, so she got up, pulled off her clothes, and then got onto the bed naked. She climbed astride him and rubbed her soaking pussy along the underside of his shaft as Del just lay there, his mouth slightly open. When she saw his hands

Room & Bored: part 2Del starts playing a game with Nancy, and meets Trista. by Krosis, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mulligan (chapter 4). “Coffee?” Del glanced up as he entered the kitchen to forage for breakfast, only to find Nancy there, wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants that showed off her womanly curves. “Oh…uh, yeah, please.” He sat at the kitchen table and she brought him a steaming mug, just the way he liked it, with lots of cream and sugar. “Um, about last night…” “Mulligan,” was all she said, a cute smile playing across her lips. “Right.” That was the golf term she used, saying that he had another chance. Kinda like reloading a save game after you made a wrong choice, he mused, grinning back at her. She served his favorite, scrambled eggs and bacon. As they ate, she said, “Oh, my friend Trista, you know the lady across the street? She asked me to find out if you wanted to make some extra money helping her out around her property.” “The tall blonde?” Del asked, angling his head to look out the front window. “Do you have her number? I probably shouldn’t just go over there.” “Yeah, her.” Nancy felt an odd feeling wash over her for a moment, thinking about Trista macking on her renter. “Her number’s on the fridge.” That evening, after dinner, Del was playing video games when there was a knock on his door. “Yeah?” he called up. Nancy called down, “Okay for me to come visit?” “Oh, sure!” Still wearing the yoga pants and tight t-shirt, his voluptuous landlady descended the steps. “I’m bored; what'cha doin’?” He gestured to his monitor. “Video games.” She pulled up a chair and leaned forward to look at his screen. “What kind of game you playing? I used to play Legend of Zora.” “Isotope 78. Kinda an online role playing shooter?” She gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “Here.” he continued playing, thankful that his character was in a safe space when Nancy had arrived, since the online game couldn’t be paused. Soon, he found some ultra mutants and started blasting them. “So where’s the role playing?” she asked after the monsters were gory chunks on the ground. “Not here. I have to go find some people and talk to them. Actually, I guess it’s mostly shooting things, now that I think about it.” “Hm,” Nancy hummed, looking disappointed. Del exited the game. “Well, you liked Zora, so you’re probably more into fantasy than sci-fi? And if you want role playing, oh, I got it!” He clicked about and another game started installing. “Dragon Era. I’ve played it before, but I can do the hack ‘n slash while you make the character and role playing choices!” “Yeah? That sounds cool.” While they were waiting for the game to download, Nancy asked him, “So, any cute girls – um, young ladies – in your classes?” “I guess,” Del hedged, not mentioning that none of them held a candle to her. “I’m not good with women.” She got closer in order to look at the download progress. It was almost done. “You seem to be doing okay with me.” “Well, I know you. You were my babysitter.” Nancy sat back, feeling old. “Right.” There was a 'Download complete!’ message on screen, and Del grabbed the mouse. “Okay, here we go…” Soon they were in the character creation screen. “Well, our character should be a woman, naturally,” Nancy said, using her hands to draw attention to her womanly attributes. Del gulped. “Human, Elf…Dwarf? Hm, look at the bazongas on her! Yeah, female Dwarf highborn.” Soon, they had a Dwarf woman warrior that looked a fair bit like Nancy, though shorter, with auburn hair and a chest to make Hellspawn weep. Del set the game to easy mode so the gameplay wouldn’t get bogged down with long combats, and they played. Nancy kept her chair closer to Del’s so that she could see the screen better, and he was glad that he had set it to easy mode, as her scent and body warmth were quite distracting. “Oh, this guy’s kinda hot, with that braided beard. Can we sleep with him?” she asked. “Maybe?” Del answered, and clicked the flirty dialo