Steamy Stories Podcast

Upgrading Her Love Life.Steamy College Dorm A steamy and ravenous sexual undertaking is in store… by CrystalThem. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  “Do you want me to walk you out?” I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him. “Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend? “Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could…. do it before we go?” “Uh….” I’d rather die. “No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!” I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. “But I drove all the way here….. I listened to your long boring story about your geology class….. ” “Fine.” I said to shut him up. We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That’s all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something. “Ah Yes!” he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say “I know you don’t usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we’ve ever done! We should go. Do you think you’re gonna be late to class?” “I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons. I like Nathaniel, I really do. We’ve been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town’s favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn’t worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we’d get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies. But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don’t tell you what you’re getting into. These aren’t boys here… they’re men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit… but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites. “Hello?? Earth to April.” Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again. “Yea?” “Jeez April, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was telling you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.” “Great.” Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he’d been talking about it for years. Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school…. I’d find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn’t get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were. “Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality. A Soccer friend named Alec came into the room and jogged over to me smiling, passing a larg

Fate’s EmbraceTwo pedestrians collide fatefully. by  maxicue. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max’s Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he’d found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he’d happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I’m so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn’t see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn’t, having food waiting for her. “I’m Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That’s fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better

Hot Sexy Tina: part 1,Scene One,A budding relationship…eating pussy, big cock & deepthroat. by insatiablerob8. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When we first met, I knew there was something special about Tina. It was a chance meeting, through mutual friends, but we talked several times that night. She was the kind of woman that stayed in your head, when things were quiet…whenever I was alone with my thoughts, I often thought about her. On our first official date, things went fast; we didn’t make love, but it got pretty heavy. I called her on a Wednesday to see if she wanted to go hiking that weekend; it turned out to be cold as hell and we were all bundled up. Needless to say, we made out in the woods a couple times. Before going home, we had a beer at the lodge; we were just getting to know each other, and we talked for a long time by the big fireplace. She looked smokin’ hot and her sweater buttons stopped where you could see deep into her cleavage. She had a pair of mouth-watering tits; I know she saw me checking them out. A couple times, she leaned in, just to tease me even more. I was sure I caught her doing the same, looking me up and down. Anyway, we got back to her place and had been at it for 20-30 minutes, on the couch…she ended up topless and I was all over those tits. They were firm to touch and a satisfying handful; I nibbled her nipples, teasing them with my tongue. We were both ready to move forward, and there was no doubt I was spending the night. I came out of the bathroom to find candles glowing on the nightstand…and scattered around the bedroom. Our lips met again in the same heated, passionate kisses. I cupped her ass, and pulled her into a tight embrace, while she groped my crotch and closed her fingers around the expanding shaft. She gripped the head through the fabric, and I was more than ready to whip it out and put it in her hand. Her ass, felt smooth and firm, but with the feminine give under my fingertips. I couldn’t wait to explore further, seeking out the moistness between her legs; I wanted to savor it with my tongue…or shove my cock into the heat. I felt her moan into our kisses, but then she suddenly pushed me away. Something I didn’t expect, but it was only to undo my belt and push my pants down. There it was, straining the confines of my underwear. She got sexy smile, “You know…that’s what I thought! I’ve been feeling it grinding my hip…you’ve had me curious…and fantasizing about what you were packing!” She trailed her fingers over the outline, “Hmm…damn…I’m gonna be a happy girl tonight…and maybe sore tomorrow!” I shucked off the underwear and she squealed, “Damn Rob…that’s hot!” “I’ll go easy,” I smiled, “I promise…I won’t break you.” When I kicked the underwear aside, it weaved proudly, from side to side, and I swear her breathing got heavier. When I rubbed through her panties, she closed her eyes, and pushed against my fingers. After a few minutes of that, I laid her out on the bed and pulled off her skirt, taking the panties with it. I kissed all over her pussy and gently spread her open, inhaling the intoxicating arousal; licking up and down her slit, I worked my tongue deep inside and started fucking. Her clit was swollen and standing out already; I teased and licked hard, while she begged, “Oh Rob, yeah…yeah…yeah, that’s good!” She groaned, “Fuck, don’t stop…don’t stop…please don’t stop that…ah…ah…please…please…oh god…don’t stop!” She shuddered and moaned as waves of pleasure radiated from her clit. I suckled it like a teat, and she screamed softly, “Oh shit, Rob…hmm, that feels good…yeah…yeah!” She had her hands digging into my head and pressing me tight to her pussy. “Oh…oh god…Rob…Rob…ah…ah…ah…that’s it…that’s… yeah… yeah… yes… yes.. yes! Oh, that’s it…that’s it!” Somewhat breathless, she giggled, “I guess you’re not just a big, handsome cock!” “Hmm…no, but that’s next!” I backed off her clit and pushed my finger inside and started pumping her pussy…then two fingers and

Road Tripping With Garcia: part 1. Lou and Molly , and the Grateful Dead. Lou and Molly meet at the show. by Stagger_Lee44. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Readers, this a fictional road story set in the 1980’s, before cell phones and the internet as we know it today. In the early Spring of 1987, I launched my adventure on the road. I was twenty-four and recently laid off from my now out of business former employer. I’d spent the last six months preparing to hit the road to follow my favorite jam band and its hippie caravan across North America. I’d planned to stay out on the road as long as I had fun and if the car and money held out. For money, I’d spent the time preparing since rumors of my former employers’ hostile takeover plot by a Michael Milken junk bond scheme. I’d worked all the hours I could to save. I’d sold my companies stock at a pre-sale rumor high before it dropped like a stone. In the end I was able to hit the road with almost $30,000 in the bank. For wheels I’d purchased a 1972 Ford Galaxie 500 station wagon, with less than 60,000 miles on her. She was white with a blue interior and had no rust or damage. Classic “little old lady car”. I’d paid $1000.00 for her and had my buddy’s shop put another $1500.00 into her for new tires, carburetor rebuild, gaskets, transmission service, suspension upgrade, along with an icy AC and new fans to get heat and cooling all around the large car. I arrived in Connecticut and stayed in a crazy hotel with a giant Teepee in front an hour from the camp site. Woke up early the next day after some good bed rest and went to the campground I’d made reservations at and set up my tent and bed for after the show. On my twenty-five-mile ride to the show I’d stopped for beer, hot dogs, and anything else I’d need for the day. I’d found a spot to set up my grill and stuff in a lot next to people I’d been across the aisle from at the last show in Virginia. The day was sunny but there was a cool breeze, so you needed your jacket. The heat from the grill was welcome. Although alone, I’d left my tailgate open and table with both chairs set up. After about half an hour the guy I’d traded the ticket for weed with in Virginia came strolling by. He saw the white wagon and plopped down in the empty chair. Just as I’m telling a couple, who’d bought six over the last forty-five minutes, that I’m out, a Girl walked up and asked if I had any water for sale. I said hi and told her I’d just give her some and asked if she’d like to sit in the shade for a minute while I’d get her a cup and brought back the water jug to the table for both of us. I handed her a new plastic cup as she sat down at my little table. “Hi, I’m Lou and I asked, how are you doing on this sunny day?” She took a healthy swig from the cup, saying “Thank you” as I refilled it for her. “Hi, I’m Molly and I needed that. 8 million beers and almost no water anywhere! It has not been a good day!” “I’d come to the show with my soon to be ex roommate she’d said. Her and her boyfriend were almost blackout drunk in two hours and she’d left when he’d puked on the hood of their car and poured all of our water on it trying to clean it off while having another beer and a shot”. “How much for the water?” she asked. “No one should charge for water. Would you like a hot dog or if you want there are some chips or cookies in the back of the wagon?” Molly took a lightly burned hot dog from my little, gas camping grill and visibly relaxed silently eating her hot dog for moment. She was around my age, about five foot, seven inches tall and about 150 to 160 pounds, I’d guess. It was tough to tell with her medium length jacket covering a fuzzy beige sweater. She had around a full size 36C chest, and she filled out her Levi’s nicely to my eye. Her medium brown hair had a light wave to it and fell about half a foot past her shoulders and was almost a match for her brown eyes. Molly then asked, “If she didn’t go into the show could she hang out a

The Audition: Mother-in Law’s ExamMan must audition sexually for fiancee’s family. by  deadeye_76, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010: “Your family wants me to do what?!?!” I said this in a harsh whisper to my fiancé. We were in her bedroom at her family home on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, having gone there for the weekend. What she had just told me was shocking. I couldn’t believe my ears and she was sitting there looking shocked and stunned herself, tears forming in her eyes. I started pacing and thinking about what I should say. But first, let me tell you how we got to this point. Fall, 2009 I met my fiancé the year after we both graduated from college. We were working at the same company, both at the entry level, her in the Human Resources department and me as a database administrator. One Friday as the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays approached, some of the folks from the company went to a happy hour. There were many people there and I noticed Gwen right away. She was a little reticent to get caught up in the unbridled joy (or stupidity depending on your point of view) that some people were exhibiting. She was smiling and laughing, but seemed a little reserved. She was blonde, very pale, and had a tiny bone structure. She looked to be no taller than about 5'2", but I couldn’t tell for sure. I went over to the table where she was sitting and said hello to one of the guys that was there that I already knew. I was hoping for, and received, an introduction to her. I noticed that her eyes were a little green, but seemed to run toward hazel. They also captivated me and I caught myself staring at her a few times. Soon it was approaching 8pm and we had been there since about 5:30, so I decided to go to the restaurant next door and get some dinner. I told my friend this and then looked at Gwen. I was never very aggressive with my approach to women and was a little shy about asking, but somehow I managed to ask her if she wanted to join me. She looked down at her drink and then over at her friends who were, in my mind, making fools of themselves in front of some of the company managers. She looked at me and smiled. She agreed and I was inwardly thankful that I had gotten up the nerve. When she stood, I got a better look at her. She was maybe 5'4" and 110 lbs. She looked to be athletic and in good condition. She moved like an athlete and since I played baseball in college, I figured she might have played some sport, too. She was wearing nice jeans that accentuated her slender stature and tight butt. Over the next couple weeks we dated a little casually, nothing too formal. We were taking it slow, mostly because she wanted to. I wanted to take it slow for a while, but being around her was driving me nuts. She seemed to ooze some pheromone that was making me hornier than usual. She was also living alone in a nice apartment while I was living with a roommate. She must have come from money, but she never told me anything about her family or situation. For Christmas, Gwen was going to be heading home to be with her family. She had finally told me some things about them. I had learned that her father had died last summer and her mother lived alone in a big house. Her two sisters were older than her and married. The oldest had two children and the younger one just one child. They were all going to be there for Christmas and I could tell she was looking forward to being with family. Just before she left, I took her to a very fancy, very upscale place. I told her to dress up and she didn’t disappoint. Things progressed quickly from there. I found that while she was a little demure in public, she was, underneath it, a fiery, opinionated, outspoken woman – and I was slowly falling in love with her. She told me one night in May that she was in love with me and watched me closely. I could feel her gaze as she carefully watched how I responded. I just smiled, stared back into t

The Audition: Her Sisters’ Beds,  He must audition, sexually for fiancee’s family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman. On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I’d just met my fiancée’s mother & sisters. The ‘audition’ cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman’s will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen’s future love life. “I’m sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?” She looked puzzled. “Sure.” “It’s one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?’ She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, 'Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?’ She looked aghast and said, 'What do you think I am a whore?’ He smiled and said, 'We’ve already established that, now we’re just bickering over price.’” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman. “So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy. “No, I’m saying this may be your deceased husband’s way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?” She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can’t see it until it’s time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will’s demands; or decide to protest it.” “This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test? She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don’t even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don’t you think?” “I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I’m sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I’m just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?” Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don’t know how I can say no to my family on this.” I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what’s the plan?” Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.” I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?” Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.” Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.” I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?” “I don’t know. I just think that I have no choice.” I stood up. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé’s mother.Thanksgiving Day, 2010. I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn’t take it back now and she wo

Change in Plans. Planned fun gets derailed & embarrassment turns to pleasure. by Tepin. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Ok, I’m pretty sure everyone reading this has done something in their life that’s left them embarrassed as hell and I’m no exception. By the age of 19 I’d already blown the ass out of my pants during a high school play while going commando and had my older sister walk in on me while I was masturbating (thankfully I’d covered her ass a few times when she would have really gotten in trouble so at least I knew she wouldn’t say anything to my parents). But neither of them actually got me anything other than embarrassed and teased for a good bit too. What happened recently totally blew past both of them… My parents had gone away for a few days (25th wedding anniversary) - perfect! My sister was home from college for the summer but she was spending a week at a friend’s cottage so I had the house to myself - perfect! I’d convinced, Laurie, my girlfriend of 6 months to come and spend the night - perfect! We’d been having sex for a while and I’d slowly been trying to get her to be a little more ‘adventurous’ - it took me 2 months to get to convince her that me eating her pussy was ok (and she found she loved it) and another month to convince her to do the same for me (didn’t like it anywhere near as much and made it clear I wasn’t to cum in her mouth). It didn’t matter what I said, anything anal - fingers, tongue, toy or cock was a total no go (with threats of no sex if I asked again). Seeing as she’d finally let me eat her and found she really liked that, I’d been suggesting that I go down on her after I came in her. I’d had a previous girlfriend introduce me to that little kink and found I really enjoyed it. Whenever I mentioned it she always said that it sounded gross and wasn’t something she wanted to try but I was hoping that between having the house to ourselves and a few drinks that maybe tonight would be the night that it would happen. It was about 7pm and things seemed to be going really well. She’d had a few drinks and seemed to be getting a wee bit buzzed, I’d hooked my laptop to the TV so we could watch some porn and we were kissing and groping each other while we lay on the couch. When we’d had enough porn, I suggested we go up to bed, she quickly agreed and soon we were naked, on the bed and I was enjoying sucking on her nipples (I’d found that really turned her on) while I fingered her pussy. While I was doing that, I whispered in her ear that I was really looking forward to making love to her and especially the feeling of cumming in her pussy after I’d gotten her off a few times. She stroked my cock and said she hoped I had lots of energy because she wanted to take advantage of being able to spend the night and the next day having lots of sex. I figured I might as well tell her what else I was thinking so I whispered in her ear, “I’m looking forward to spending the whole night together too and would love to taste your pussy before and after I’ve cum!” Apparently, that wasn’t such a good idea because her reply was, “Why do you always have to bring that up. It’s gross and I don’t understand why you think it would be fun.” She hated my ex Debbie so I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell her that it was Debbie that got me into it so instead I said, “I saw it on a porn once and it turned me on. If it’s ok to cum in a girl’s mouth, why is it so gross for a guy to want to taste his own cum mixed with hers?” Ok, I likely should have just dropped it but that didn’t occur to me at the time and now Laurie was really upset, we got in a big fight and she left, her final words being, “I’m not sure I want to keep going out with you.” I figured that was it for us but the next morning I got a text from her that she’d thought about things and was willing to give it a try but it would have to be her way. I immediately texted back a 'YES’ and grabbed a quick shower. When she got there, things still felt a

About Birds and Nests: part 2Stefan’s new bed. by CichyPiotr. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chapter 3: Stefan keeps fucking me. The next day Stefan woke me up in the morning. I looked at my watch and it was fifteen past seven. I realized that I would not make it to the first morning lecture. Attendance was not obligatory. However, I had to be on time for the 10 o'clock because there were some exercises where the attendance was obligatory. I got up quickly and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself for the first time knowing that I was already a woman. I looked between my legs and saw that my slit was pink. With no more time left I washed up and got ready to go to the university where I spent most of the day. In the evening I got another message from Danuta asking me if anything had changed. I wrote about the fact that I let him have intercourse. I told her that I was no longer a virgin. Danuta could not hide her surprise at how quickly things had turned out for me. I told her that he had taken care to protect me and to make it as painless as possible. If it goes on like this, it will only be a matter of time before you tear the rubber off him and give yourself to him completely. You have probably figured that out by now, too,“ said Danuta laughing at the very end of the conversation. ’‘We are careful about that. You don’t have to worry about it,” I told her. “Sure. Take care and have fun,” said Danuta and then we ended the conversation. After this conversation I sat down on the sofa in the living room and looked at my watch. Stefan was finishing his work in an hour so I had a moment to myself. I slipped my hand under my panties. I started to touch myself on my pussy taking advantage of the fact that I was alone. After a while I slid down my pants and panties making it easier to access my pussy. I lay back and rubbed my finger along my pussy wanting to bring myself to orgasm. I imagined Stefan standing over me with his member tightened. His entire member slides into me and then fucks me until he comes. Then I realized that I hadn’t thought of putting a rubber band on again. This made me very excited and I climaxed right away. After a while, when I was already out of the climax phase, a familiar voice sobered me up. “Are you having fun?” Stefan asked me standing next to me. “You’re here already?” I asked surprised, instinctively covering my vagina. “I left earlier. I can see that you missed me,” said Stefan with a smile on his lips. “I…” I stammered in his presence. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” said Stefan and pulled my hand away, which was covering my slit, and then he added “You are too beautiful to hide it, baby.” Stefan leaned down and kissed me on the mouth and went to wash up. After a while I got up and got dressed. Stefan and I then ate dinner together and spent a while on the couch cuddled up in front of the TV. I started to cuddle up to him and kissed him on the lips. I put my hand on his pants and started rubbing against them. “I think you feel like having fun again, don’t you?” Stefan asked. “I would like to,” I replied and then added “but not here.” I grabbed his hand and got out of bed. I took him to my room. I put him on the bed and started to undress. I took off my shirt and shorts and stood naked in front of him. Stefan also undressed and freed his already erect member from his briefs. I lay down next to him on the bed. Stefan got down to business and, just like the previous times, he started by licking my little pussy. He did this until I climaxed. As usual, I needed a while to recover. In the meantime Stefan got up and took the condom. I watched as he pulled the condom over his member again. In some ways I was beginning to regret that he was doing this. I was more and more curious what it would feel like if he entered me without it. I wanted it more and more with each passing moment, but sanity held sway so as not to lose control. Stefan lay down on top of me and put his member into m

Perry, the Galactic Penis: Part 3,Agents Kelly & Smolder Respond. by Krosis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Scene 9: Ed Finally Gets Charisma Alone. “Doctor Lintrell?” The brown-haired woman looked up from her desk and lowered her cats-eye glasses. “Yes? Do we have an appointment?” The short woman and tall man, both dressed in dark suits and also brown-haired, stepped into the office. The woman pulled out her identification. “You called us, Doctor. Agents Kelly and Smolder, Homeland Security.” “Oh, yes, please close the door and have a seat. I wouldn’t have called, but since the incident, I’ve been having nightmares, flashbacks?” The agents sat. The man, Smolder, leaned forward, looking skeptical. “About a large blue penis?” The doctor flushed. “I thought it was nothing, but a week ago I missed my period, and I haven’t had sex with anyone…well, anyone I remember, anyway. I tested myself and…I’m pregnant. The blue penis keeps popping up in my dreams, so I think someone hypnotized me, not that I used to believe in hypnosis, but…” She reached into her desk. “…then I found this.” She held out a piece of paper. Kelly read it and then handed the paper to her partner. On it was the date from three weeks previous, some scribblings about a “John Smith”, an unspecified problem with his penis, and the last thing written was, “Blue!” “I don’t remember writing that, agents, but it’s definitely my handwriting.” Smolder took a picture of the note with his phone and handed it back to the doctor. “John Smith, huh?” She looked nettled. “Obviously a fake name…I expect that he was embarrassed about his penis.” Kelly nodded. “And you can’t remember anything about this man, other than that?” Doctor Lintrell shook her head. “I’m sorry…my staff didn’t even remember him. One thought that he might have had brown hair?” Smolder stood up. “Brown hair? We’ll have this solved by lunch! Thanks, Doctor Lintrell.” Then he turned on his heel and stomped out of the room. “I’m sorry for my partner,” Kelly said. “He’s a bit of a skeptic.” The doctor nodded. “You said you were Homeland Security? I called the local police.” Kelly got to her feet. “We believe that this could be far bigger than a local issue.” She drew closer and whispered, “Aliens.” The doctor looked at her blankly. “You think ‘John Smith’ is Mexican?” Kelly frowned and sighed. “Something like that. We’ll be in touch, Doctor.” Spring Break was over, and Ed was back in school. He was definitely not going to miss his chance at getting Charisma alone this time! When she asked the teacher if she could go to the washroom, Ed did the same a few minutes later. He caught the gorgeous blonde just as she was heading back to class. “Hey, Charisma! Can I talk to you?” “You are talking to me,” she replied dismissively, not stopping. “I mean alone!” She paused and turned to him. “What for?” “I…I have to show you something…you’ll really love it!” “I’ve heard that before…” Then she looked thoughtful, “though they were right. Okay, come on.” She pulled Ed back into the women’s washroom. “Well?” “Just a sec,” Ed said. He turned his back to her and let Perry out through his zipper before whirling back around. “Ta da!” he cried with a flourish. “Oh,” Charisma responded as she beheld his large blue alien penis. Ed paused. “Oh?” Charisma pulled her skirt up, surprising him. “Yeah, I already got one of those. Blue dick buddies!” She held out her fist. Ed was unable to tear his eyes away from the 4" blue penis hanging between her legs. “Oh, c'mon! Don’t leave me hangin’!” Ed slowly raised his arm and gave her the saddest fist bump ever. “Okay, see ya!” Then she was gone, leaving Ed standing alone in the girls’ washroom. “So… I guess we have something to discuss, Ed.” Perry said in his mind. “Sorry, buddy, one of my drones got into her over the holiday.” “Drones?” “Yeah…well, all that sex we’ve been having? It’s been allowing me to 'spread my seed’, so to speak. You know how you have one blue ball and one regu

Perry, the Galactic Penis, part 2,A movement grows. by Krosis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Scene 4: Mom visits her neighbor. On the way to school, Ed asked Perry, “So where are you from, originally?” “Long way from here, Ed. not even sure you’d have a proper frame of reference.“ “How am I hearing you in my head?” “ I told you before, dude, we are one. If you work at it, you won’t even have to vocalize for me to ‘hear’ you.“ “Really? Cool.” He continued walking. “Hey, Perry?” There was no response. “Perry?” “Knock knock!” Eve Doughtry called out, looking in through her neighbor Darla’s screen door. Her friend’s pretty face poked out from the kitchen. “Eve! C'mon in!” She did so, and rounded the corner to find Darla’s wide ass pointing right at her as the woman pushed a tray of muffins into the oven. Eve suddenly had a strong urge to flip the woman’s skirt up and… She shook her head. And what? Where had that come from? she wondered. Darla stood up and turned around, a vision of brunette beauty, 5'3" and voluptuous. “Lemonade?” she asked. Eve nodded, and they sat at the kitchen table to chat. After shooting the shit about the usual subjects, Eve asked her, “So how’s the sex life?” Darla spluttered around a mouthful of lemonade. “Cripes, Eve, that’s forward, even for you. Umm…I guess things could be better. We’d been trying for a baby, but no luck. We’re kinda losing hope, so there hasn’t been much action lately. Oh, why am I telling you all this?” She took in her friend Eve, looking as gorgeous as ever, especially with those huge boobs that had only grown larger after having a child. She sighed, jealous. Eve’s eyes bored into hers. “Well, we were a lot closer at one point.” Darla blushed. “That was when we were younger. We’re both married now.” “Hum.” Beep! “Oh, my muffins…” Darla got up and headed back to the oven. Eve got to her feet as well, unzipped her slacks, and pulled down her panties as she came up behind her friend. After Darla placed the hot muffin tin on the stove top and closed the oven door, Eve grabbed her from behind, one hand moving to Darla’s breast while the other went under her skirt. “Eek! Eve, what are you…oh…” Eve’s hand slipped into Darla’s panties and expertly manipulated her clit. “Lean forward,” Eve instructed her, and she did. As she had imagined when she first walked in, Eve flipped Darla’s skirt up onto her back and moved her hips forward, nudging aside the woman’s panties and slotting the head of her new 3" blue cock between her friend’s vaginal lips. “Oh my God, Eve, what is that? Oh…” Darla felt what seemed to be a small penis pushing into her wet pussy. “Are you wearing a strap-on? That’s so naughty…umm…” Eve’s small penis was soon buried inside her friend’s pussy, and she pulled back to slam it into her again, making Darla cry out in pleasure. “Take off your blouse,” Eve urged her. “Uh…uh…uh…” Darla groaned as her friend thrust that hard alien cock inside her. She tried to unbutton her top, but then just gave up and pulled it up and over her head. With her quick fingers, Eve quickly unfastened Darla’s bra, freeing her B-cup breasts, and moved her hands to them, squeezing those mounds and lightly pinching her nipples. “Hmm…maybe I’ll fill you up with a baby…” Eve whispered into Darla’s ear. “Oh God!” Darla moaned. “You always know what to say to make me hot, Evie! Fuck me!” She did, pounding her new cock inside her friend’s pussy. Soon, Eve felt the stirrings of an orgasm, one much like the squirting ones from the previous night with her husband. She thrust faster, feeling her new cock throbbing as her release approached. All through the previous day and night, Perry’s blue sperm had been at work inside Ed’s mother. Unable to find an egg to inseminate, they swam on, eventually finding one of her ovaries. Sensing the similarities between that organ and Ed’s testicles, and with their need to propagate all-encompassing, they transformed that female gonad, while also increasing the