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Becky & Eddie were weekend guests at the lakehouse of Jane

Boudoir Beauty

The ladies led the way and at the house &headed for the master

The ladies seemed to have been gone a long time and Pete thought

Then there was a call, from down the hallway; "Bring the camera."

Jane was by the door as the guys entered, and Becky was lying on the

Pete smiled, "Oh, yeah." and began taking shots. click, click, click.

She turned over on to her back, spread her legs and Eddie gasped.

"Now up on your knees, arms out like you're reaching for Eddie."

"Alright. Now, Eddie, it's your turn,” Pete announced.

Eddie shook his head, "I don't know anything about cameras."

"No, no. Take off your pants. Becky’s waiting for you to join here,” Pete directed him.

Eddie looked from Becky to Jane and back to Becky. It was as if you

Eddie climbed buck naked, over to between Becky’s legs. She sat up, smiling with a glow on her face as her Eddie approached.

Pete’s direction resumed; "Okay, Becky; slowly wrap your hands around

"Enough?" or do you want to continue, Jane asked Becky.

Becky shook her head, "Everything."

Pete looked at Jane and she shrugged.

"Okay, keep going. Becky, show him what your oral skills can do. When

Pete sat on the sofa by the window and kept taking an occasional pic.

Pete came over to the bed after a quiet minute, "Move away for a

Pete didn't have to prompt her for the next series.. Becky rolled

Eddie got in position and massaged her ass cheeks and placed his

One last series of clicks was taken and Pete moved a switch & carefully set his camera on the corner of the bureau.

And with that, Pete and Jane left the bedroom. Pete was excited and

She giggled, "Oh god! I didn’t want to leave that show, but I need to fuck you now! But they're in our bed."

"Which leaves their bed empty. And we can watch the video later." He

Later Pete woke to find the bed empty. He found Jane and Becky in the kitchen, talking & preparing dinner.

"About time.” Jane giggled. “There's the steaks. Put them on the grill."

Pete grabbed a beer and the steaks and went outside. Eddie was out on

"What? Had your pictures taken? Or had someone watch?"

"No, Well, yeah, that too. No, that's the first time I've ever done her in back."

Pete shrugged, "I think she liked it, don’t you?"

"Oh, yeah. We did it again after you left."

After dinner, they talked about taking the photos and how they might use them.

Jane smiled, "I like to view them after we make love. Pete recovers a

Becky laughed, "We've never had that problem, have we?"

Pete smiled, envying their youth.

Surprise Guest

Becky was again the first to announce she was ready to go to bed and led Eddie off to their room. Pete and Jane soon followed.

As Jane lay between Pete’s legs, stroking and kissing his cock, she asked, "Did you enjoy taking pictures of Becky?"

"Of course I did. She has a great body."

Jane’s face took on a mischievous grin.  She got up & straddled

He didn't have to answer, his mouth was full.

She whispered in his ear; "And she tasted good when I shaved her. You're going to love it."

She rode him for a few minutes while she watched him ponder the

And the door opened into the moonlit bedroom.

Becky was naked as she came over by the bed and the ladies kissed.

. "Is he still awake?" Becky whispered, with a giggle.

"Yes, and he's waiting for you. Enjoy!”

Jane turned, bent down and kissed Pete, "I love you," and he watched her tight rear as she left the room.

Becky climbed on top of him, her tits bouncing as she felt his rigid

Pete wasn't going to burst her bubble. He just enjoyed her riding

Becky beamed, "I'm so glad Jane let me have you for tonight. I think

In the light of the bedside lamp, he awoke to her sucking his cock.

There was nothing Pete wanted more. He got the lube from the bedside

But she wanted more, kept pushing, demanding, until he was slamming

When he woke, the bed was empty. He dressed and went down for coffee.

After breakfast, Pete brought in his lap top and plugged in the

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Eddie said, blushing a bit.

"It's great to watch after making love. “ Pete counseled. “It'll help you recover & get back in the game"

Becky laughed, "Oh, I'm looking forward to that."

Visiting The Rock

After they finished packing the bags in the car, Becky said, "Before

Jane shook her head, "Go ahead. After last night, I'm sore." She winked to Eddie.

Pete offered, "I'll go with you."

"Yeah, you go, Becky  I'll stay here and make sure we packed everything," offered Eddie.

As they started up the hill, Becky took Pete's hand. "This has been a great weekend. I've never enjoyed sex so much."

"Enjoyed?"

She laughed, "Never had so many orgasms. Probably as many as I've had in the last year."

They reached the rock where they could look down at the house, the

"Sure."

"Have you made love to her here?"

He smiled, "Many times."

"Is that why you have a tent in your shorts, remembering?" She reached over and rubbed his shorts.

"No, I was remembering making love to you all night, and imagining

Pete admired her creamy cheeks as he lowered his shorts. He spread

"Do it, damn it."

The rock was just the right height. She was wet, and from the night

She was crying and whispering encouragement until. "Oh. Oh. Faster.

"Yes, do it."

He pushed his thumb in and was surprised it was still greasy from

"What?"

"Fuck me back there."

"You want me in your ass?"

"Yes, damn it. Fuck my ass."

He withdrew from her warmth and placed the tip at her hole.

"Yes. Yes."

He pushed in.

"Oh, damn you're big. Go slow."

In, out a little, in a little more until he was buried deep inside

He kept pumping, finally slipping out. He stepped back, pulled up his

She kissed him and smiled. "Many times." She put on her shorts and

They watched as Eddie and Jane kissed, then Jane dropped to her knees and took out Eddie's penis and began sucking.

Betty gasped, "Do you think they know we can see them?"

Pete nodded his head. "Oh, they know. They're doing it for our

They watched Jane stand, push down her shorts and bend over a patio chair as Eddie entered her from behind.

Pete stood behind Becky, her body pressed tight as the two below made

Pete took a breath, "Yes, but I accept it if it's the price for getting to make love to you." She turned and they kissed.

"Do you think he's doing her ass?"

"From here, we can't tell, but it doesn't make any difference,”Eddie

“ I trust you and Jane. Otherwise, no, I’d never be doing any of

“Eddie is your man, Becky. He’s a good man. Jane is a good woman. You can trust us,” Pete pledged.

Eddie appeared to be going faster, then went rigid. After a minute,

The show seemed to be over so Becky and Pete made their way down the hill. On the way, Pete handed Becky a memory stick.

Her brow wrinkled, "What's this?"

"A copy of your album."

"I thought you gave it to Eddie?"

"Eddie has a copy that the two of you can share. He doesn't know

She gave him a quick kiss and they walked on. "Are there any other copies?"

"Yes, Jane wanted one, but I assure you, it's safe with her. She won't share."

Eddie and Jane were at the car to meet them. Becky noticed a trial

Pete took Jane in his arms and asked her. "How much of this weekend did you plan?"

She shook her head, "None. I was expecting a quiet week end of sun,

"I kept trying to stop from showing all of them. It was you that kept egging me on."

She kissed him again, smiled, "It worked, didn't it?" I always knew

He kissed her again, "It's always worked for us."

"Let's go take a nap." But her smile indicated she had other things in mind than sleeping.

Announcement

Over the next few months, Pete and Jane visited Becky and Eddie in

At Becky and Eddie's, Becky and Pete got the big bed. When they came

Pete and Eddie even had a chance to watch Becky and Jane, wich ended

It had been just over three months when Becky and Eddie sat down

There were congratulations all around. Pete broke out some champagne and toasted their good fortune.

Jane asked, "So when are you due?"

Becky looked questioningly at Eddie, then back at Jane, "Six months."

"Wow, you can't tell yet." Then Jane's eyes narrowed, "Then it happened around Labor Day?"

Then it hit Pete, Becky might have become pregnant when they were here. "You weren't on the pill when you were here?"

"We hadn't been on the pill for a few months. We were trying to have a baby."

Eddie interrupted. "Listen, you don't have to worry. We don't care.

Becky grinned, "What we want is for you to be the Godparents. And the doting aunt and uncle."

Jane took Becky in her arms, "We can do that. We're so happy for you."

Becky looked over at Pate, "Can we take a walk up to the rock?"

They left Eddie and Jane and climbed the hill. "Are you sure the hike won't hurt you?"

"I'm not worried. I've done lots of things since I found out. Eddie is still making love to me and I love it."

They reached the rock and Becky patted it. "I call this conception rock."

"Because you get ideas?" he laughed.

"No, because this is where we made a baby."

"How can you be so sure? You made love to Eddie a lot of times that

She sighed, "A woman knows." She pulled off her sweatshirt and spread

She was bra-less and Pete stared, "They've gotten even bigger," he said.

She cupped them, "Yes, and they're more sensitive, so be nice."

He kissed her as he caressed a breast, then bent down and kissed the other.

"Oh, yes. Suck harder. Harder." She was trembling. He reached down

"Do I taste any different?"

He looked up, "If anything, you're sweeter." and dove back in.

He found her clit, sucked and licked.

"Can you taste whether it's a girl or a boy?"

He looked up, smiling, "Oh, it's a girl. And she's going to make many

He fingered and licked her until she stiffened, then shook with an

He quickly dropped his pants and began running his cock up and down her crease. "Are you sure this is alright?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to bite you."

He pushed in without difficulty. She was wet and though no longer as tight, she felt really great wrapped around his cock.

He caressed her back, the cheeks of her ass. He ran his fingers in to

He kept stroking in and out until he could no longer contain himself

He kept pumping until he slipped out. He pulled her off the rock, embraced and kissed her.

"I've never made love to a Mommy before."

She pushed him back and pulled up her pants. As he pulled up his

On the way, she asked, "Would you take Eddie fishing? I want some time alone with Jane."

After they left, Pete and Jane snuggled together on the patio,

"Kids? How many does she plan to have?"

"She said she wants to have a least two." She turned and kissed him.

"We've been there."

She nodded, "Oh, that rock." She stood up. Let's go."

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

and they both had a quarter.

Jill came back with fifty cents.

They didn't go for water.

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Becky sighed, "Jane, that was great. Just the thing after a long trip."

Eddie agreed, "Oh, yeah. A cold beer and a good sandwich is what we needed."

"Can I get you another?" asked Pete.

Eddie chugged the last of his first beer, "Yes, sir. Don't mind if I do."

They talked for a few minutes but it was obvious Becky and Eddie were

As Jane and Pete climbed into bed, she snuggled against him. "You think they're making love?"

"I doubt it. They were awfully tired."

"Maybe Becky was faking so she could get him into bed."

"Could be. I remember being in a strange bed always turned you on. Like you were making love to a stranger."

She pulled his hand to her breast, "Still does."

Becky and Eddie had moved into the house next door a couple of years

Pete enjoyed watching the two of them together, Jane with the longer,

Eddie, as a new homeowner, called on Pete often for advice. Eddie was

When Pete and Jane retired early because of a corporate merger and

Saturday Adventures

In the morning, Jane and Becky went into the little town to do some

When the ladies returned, Pete fired up the grill and when the coals

"Now that was wonderful," trilled Becky. "I've never had a steak that tasted so good."

Pete pounded his chest, "Me man. Me make fire. Cook meat good."

Eddie laughed, "No, it was more than that. Good cuts, well seasoned

They sat for a while, basking in full bellies, the guys with a beer buzz, the ladies sipping wine.

Becky stood, stretching like a cat, her hands above her head, pushing

Becky was not fat, but she was well padded; nice breasts and fanny.

Jane caught him looking and grinned. Jane was no slouch. She had nice

Jane asked, "Nap time?"

Becky shook her head, "No, I'm going for a walk. See if I can work off some of that delicious meal."

Pete stood, "Good idea. I'll go with you. Jane? Eddie?"

Jane shook her head, "No, not me. Go ahead, I'll clean up here."

"And I'll help," said Eddie.

Pete hesitated. Did 'nap time' mean she wanted Pete to take her to

Out of the house, Becky said, "You lead the way. It's your forest."

"Not all of it. But, yeah, a lot of it." He led her to a path that went up above the house.

"I love your place. Did you pick it?"

"No, it was a compromise. I wanted to live on top of a mountain when

"Hey, it's in the mountains."

He shook his head, "But not on top."

"Does Jane like it?"

"Sorta. She sits out on the dock all times of the day. And I have even found her out there in the dark and the early morning."

He led her up a little slope and directed her to large rock. He

"We're still on my property. I wanted to build up here, but Jane

Becky peered harder. "I don't see them."

"From here you can see the grand room and your room upstairs."

"Oh? You weren't up here this morning were you?"

"No. Was there something to see?"

She grinned, "There might have been."

Pete thought about the effect of strange beds.

She frowned, "What do you think they're doing?"

Pete exhaled, "Worries me, too. Jane said she wanted to take a nap.

"But you trust her, don't you?"

He hesitated, "I trust that she loves me."

"You don't think she's faithful?"

"No, but I have no proof. And I don't have any reason to complain.

Now Becky seemed worried, "You don't think she'll seduce Eddie, do you?"

"I don't know. Maybe she'll just show him her album."

"What album?"

"I was an avid photographer in school. I had taken 35mm pictures of

"So, there are naked pictures of you, too?"

"Not really. All you ever see of me is my penis." He laughed, "But

Becky shook her head, "Let's head back."

Headed back down the hill, she said, "Maybe we'll catch them."

"I doubt it. If they are screwing when we get there, they'll probably

As they neared the house, Pete suggested, "When we go in, grab Eddie

The house was quiet and they went up the stairs. Becky slipped into

He sat on the side of the bed and kissed her. "I thought you were sleepy?"

"Oh, you know how that goes. I came up here, got a shower, lay down

That evening they had burgers and beer on the dock, listening to quiet sounds of nature and watched the world go dark.

When they adjourned to the house, Becky came over to Pete and whispered. "He tasted different."

"Oh, did he taste good?"

She smiled, "Yes."

"You should taste the real thing. Jane is delicious."

She pushed him away.

Show & Tell

Though it was only chilly, very mild, Pete started the fireplace and

Until Becky asked, "Could you show us your album?"

Jane's brow furrowed, "You told her?"

"Yeah. I thought maybe she could get Eddie to take some photos of her."

Eddie, not knowing what they were talking about, asked, "What photos?"

"I told Becky about some photos I took of Jane."

Becky smiled, "Nudes."

Eddie laughed, "That I'd like to see."

"Well, after you've taken some of Becky, maybe we can swap."

Becky looked from Jane to Eddie, "Do you have your camera here?"

"I've got a couple."

"Why don't you show us your photos and then we can take some of me?"

Pete looked over, "Jane, they're your pictures. It's up to you."

She was non committal, "Yeah, whatever you want to do."

Pete retrieved a memory stick from his office and plugged it in to

They were all stills. Pete had tried video, but a hand held camera

The first shot was of Jane in a silver lame evening dress, her hair

It was Becky that voiced the observation of both the guys. "Damn that

Pete said, "Oh yeah. Everyone wanted to dance with her. Even some of the women."

Jane smiled, "It was fun."

"But Harry was especially attentive. Even his wife noticed. Said a VP

Jane shrugged, "Probably in one of the dining rooms."

Or one of the unused meeting rooms, thought Pete.

There were two more of the dance and Harry was in both of them.

The next series was of Jane on the dock in tee shirt and shorts, her

Becky whistled, "You do make a tee shirt look good. And where did you find such short shorts? I can see your cheeks."

In the next shots, they were on the dock and she was in a barely

Pete sighed, "And that's enough."

Jane shook her head. "No, go ahead and show them the rest of them."

The next, they were still on the dock, but now she was topless. Her

Pete looked at Eddie, wondering if he was imagining what she might taste like, feel like. Or perhaps, remembering.

Pete drew a breath, "Enough."

Jane quickly demanded. "No, show the rest."

The next was of Jane naked in a king sized bed. Her skin appeared

Then Jane was kneeling, looking up at the camera, her arms out stretched in invitation.

"I can stop there," said Pete.

Jane was emphatic. "No."

Jane had both hands wrapped around a large penis, smiling up at the

And then she was on her back, her legs spread again, but his time the

The next series began with Jane on her knees, her head on a pillow,

Becky gave a little squeak. Then the penis was at the opening vacated by the thumb. And pushed in. Becky cried,"No."

The final shots were of Jane's face, a woman who had been well fucked.

Pete turned off the TV. "I'm going to have another beer. How about it, Eddie?"

But Becky interrupted, "No, we don't need any more. I've got to get

Eddie shrugged and smiled as he followed her from the room.

Pete grinned as they left. He looked over at Jane, "She must have been really sleepy?"

"You know better. She liked the photos. She couldn't wait to get him in bed."

"I have to agree. Come here." He pulled her into his lap and they

She grinned, "You still love this old lady?"

"Old? You're younger than I am."

"Huh. I saw you staring at her titties, bigger than mine."

"Have yours ever been not big enough for me to make love to them?"

She stood and pulled him to his feet. She grinned, "She's right, we need to go to bed."

Naked, they slipped into bed together. Jane snuggled close to Pete and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Me, sure. Are you okay. The pictures were of you."

"Yeah, but no one has seen me naked since we got married but you and

"No, they're your photos. I would never do that without asking your permission. Have you shown them to anybody?"

"No, of course not."  Then she giggled, "Eddie liked them."

"So did Becky." Pete observed

"Really?" Jane was shocked, then curious.

"Why do you think she was so ready to go to bed.” Pete teased. “I

"Maybe. But I think what turned her on most, were the pictures of you."

"I wasn't in the pictures." Pete insisted.

She reached down and caressed him. "Part of you was. And it was the really good part."

He was already semi hard from the conversation, but her stroking soon

She looked up and smiled, "And tomorrow you get to take pictures of Becky. Maybe she'll get naked for you."

"You want to see her naked, too, don't you, Jane?”

"Hmm." Was all she could say, as her body peaked in orgasm.

Sunday Photography

In the morning, Pete and Jane, in tee shirts and shorts, were having

They talked about the photoshoot. Becky wanted to do the tee shirt and shorts, and the bikini, but wasn't sure about topless.

They finished breakfast and Jane led Becky to the other room while

"Have you ever put any of Jane’s photos online?" Eddie asked Pete

"No, and I don't think she has. Don't get me wrong, I think she's

"Well, I...." Eddie started to say, before the ladies interrupted.

"Pete, Eddie, come here and bring the camera."

Pete had taken out two cameras that morning and they were on the sofa

"Oh, wow, that's great." Pete declared. He wasn't going to say it

"No, it has to be here." She lifted the hem and they could see she

She giggled, "Can't."

"Okay, I'll go around."

Jane laughed, "No, that's not the problem. Becky, turn around."

Becky turned and they could see that the zipper stopped just above her waist. Her tits were too big for the dress.

Pete sighed, then, "I know, reach up as if you're unzipping it. Yes,

"That's good. Now let's go out on the dock."

Jane suggested, "You two go on ahead. She has to change and we'll be there in a minute or two."

Pete and Eddie were waiting when they came out, both ladies in shorts

"I've got my bikini top on under this."

Pete pondered for a moment. "Okay, take off the tee and the shorts. We'll get the bikini shots.”

She did and struck some poses click, click, click.

“Now slowly pull the string and take off the top.” Pete instructed as

“Now the bottoms.” Pete directed her.

 She kicked off the lower portion of the bikini and Pete was treated

 "Now put on the shorts and tee, but without the bikini.” Pete said. A minute later she stood clothed.

"Now turn and snug down the shirt. Oh, yeah. That's what we want,

Jane & Eddie were also loving the show of sensuality in Becky’s eyes. Everyone was getting horny from this activity.

"Okay, Jane, take her up to the house and get her ready for the

To be continued.

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Stefan’s new bed.

In 2 parts, 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 my slit. This time he penetrated much easier than yesterday. There was no more pain, only pleasure. We looked into each other's eyes as he rhythmically fucked me. I could see the desire in his eyes. After a few moments I began to feel that the member thrusting in my slit was bringing me closer to my orgasm. I started to moan louder and louder at which Stefan sped up and kept going deeper and deeper. Eventually his member began to thrust against the back wall of my vagina. With each thrust I shuddered and in no time I climaxed. I drifted off again for a while.

After a short while I came back to myself, and Stefan, having been impaled as deeply as possible, stood still. I lay there involuntarily as he looked at me proudly. Then he kissed me.

''I am glad that you have come,'' said Stefan and then added ''Now it is my turn.''

Right after that, Stefan pulled out almost his whole member. Only the head was still inside my slit. After that, Stefan pushed his whole member in, which made me moan loudly. He started repeating this until he brought his mouth close to my ear and announced that he was about to come.

I was curious if, like last time, he was going to come out and cum on my pussy or tits. Maybe I would swallow all his semen again. I thought about it for a while. I saw a familiar grimace on his face. This time, however, his member instead of leaving my insides went in as deep as possible. Once again it hit the back wall of my pussy and I felt it swell even more. It felt like it was about to explode. I saw Stefan, with his eyes closed right above me, experiencing his orgasm. But after a while he opened his eyes and fell on top of me. I felt that his penis stopped twitching and started to shrink after a while. Stefan started to slide out of my pussy and I saw that his member was no longer fully swollen. There was a rubber hanging from it which was filled with his semen at the tip. He pulled it off and handed it to me.

''If it weren't for the rubber, it would all be seeping into your cervix,'' said Stefan, pointing at my pussy and adding ''That's how babies are made.''

I lay there for a while staring at the used condom held in my hand. That semen could now be inside me and fertilize me. Just the thought of it made me shiver. After a while I poured the contents of the condom on my slit and began to rub it in intensely.

''Be careful, because if even a drop gets inside, it is possible to get pregnant,'' said Stefan holding my hand, stopping me from rubbing in the semen.

I just nodded and lay down on my side. Stefan got up and started getting his clothes.

''Where are you going?'' I asked him as he stood in the doorway.

''Downstairs,'' - answered Stefan.

''From now on you and your little friend sleep here,'' I answered him looking at his shrunken member and pointing to the other side of the bed.

''Good choice,'' said Stefan and jumped into bed next to me.

Chapter 4: First Time ‘bareback’.

From now on, we spent every night together. They were filled with joy and happiness resulting from our mutual amusement. I didn't reveal this to anyone except Danuta. I could trust her to keep her mouth shut. I told her about how our relationship was going. She didn't mind. What's more, she was happy that I opened myself up to the world of erotic sensations. Our relationship was based on living together and satisfying each other's needs without much emotional involvement.

We passed the days and weeks like that. Every night we gave each other orgasms. Stefan provided me with fresh portions of his semen, and I eagerly accepted them. Over time I came to understand that diet affected the taste of semen. I also learned to concentrate on swallowing it as quickly as possible. I was both fed and showered with sperm. My breasts, my belly and my little pussy could count on a nightly shower. But we were careful. Each time we used condoms so that not a drop would get inside. We were just casual lovers sharing an apartment, and we didn't want to take even the slightest risk of getting pregnant.

One Friday after work, Stefan had a meeting with some colleagues from work. He told me not to wait for him because he would be late. So after dinner I went to bed and before going to sleep I made myself comfortable with my hand. This made it easier for me to fall asleep.

A few hours later I was awakened by the sound of the door to my... our room. Lying on my side I opened my eyes slightly and saw that it was Stefan taking off his clothes. Before getting into bed he went to the bathroom. After a while he came back and, dressed in pajamas, lay down next to me. I could see and smell that he was drunk. However, the smell was not unpleasant for me and I easily fell asleep in his presence.

Some time later I woke up and felt that Stefan was cuddled up to me. I could also feel his engorged manhood on my thigh. I felt a growing desire to play tricks on him. It would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity when his member was ready for play. I reached into the drawer in the dresser next to the bed. I took out one condom. I removed the foil from it and then turned towards Stefan. It looked like he was still asleep. I figured he wouldn't mind if I played a little with his swollen cock. Anyway, looking at him I knew there was a chance he would sleep through the whole thing and not remember anything. Alternatively, he would have a very pleasant awakening. Not wanting to wake him up I pulled down the quilt and reached my hand towards his penis. I started to put a condom on his penis. I had become quite skilled all this time so it was a formality for me. After putting the rubber on, Stefan lay down on his back. His eyes were still closed. He must have been a really strong sleeper.

Since Stefan was lying on his back, I assumed the rider position. This was the most comfortable way to insert his penis into my slit. I was extremely curious about his reaction after waking up if he saw me riding his cock. Without delay I slid lower and lower so that his penis slowly went deeper and deeper. Finally it went all the way in. Then I started to raise and lower my thighs to continuously stimulate my partner's member. I noticed that Stefan started to purr quietly. Nevertheless, he was still in his dream. I didn't mind as long as I could rub against his swollen member.

A few moments later I felt that his penis was no longer so hard. I was surprised because I was sure he hadn't come yet. This had never happened to us before. Apparently this was due to the alcohol Stefan had consumed with his friends. Usually at the end Stefan comes, his member first swells up and twitches for a while. This time, however, it simply began to soften earlier. In this situation it was impossible to continue riding him. I lifted my hips a little, thanks to which the now flaccid member slid out. I looked at the penis and noticed that the condom had almost completely slipped off. Only the head of my partner's penis was covered. The entire shaft was free of the rubber sheath. Without changing position, I grabbed the shaft and began to rub it lightly, hoping that it would harden again. A dozen or so movements later I noticed that it was working and Stefan's penis was swelling. Then it was time to slide the condom back over the entire length of his penis.

But then Stefan started to move again. He wanted to lie down on his side. He succeeded, and I slid to my left side and then to my back. In the meantime I released his member. He was still tense and the condom was still only on the head of his penis. I reached out again to slide the condom on, but Stefan moved again. This time he moved even further to the side and lay down on top of me. His member, which was only partially covered by the condom, rubbed against my pubic area. I moaned in surprise.

Stefan started making frictional movements while still in a sleep. Finally, when I grabbed the rubber band I managed to pull it up a little. Without being aware of it, I also guided his penis towards my slit. The next time he tried to thrust, the head of his member slid into my slit. This made me moan and I lost my balance. I fell on the bed. Stefan continued to do his thing and slid his member even deeper. I made one more attempt to grab and pull the rubber. I was aware that if it was not completely on, it might slip off.

It was hard to catch it when my partner wouldn't stop fucking me. Fortunately, each time he pulled out almost his entire member. This gave me a chance to finally grab the rubber. I made another attempt to pull on the condom. However, the condom slid down instead of sliding onto his penis and stayed in my hand. Stefan continued to fuck me and after a while I realized that this was not how it was supposed to happen.

For the first time I had a penis inside me without a rubber. I could feel its heat and its shape. It was such an intense sensation that I could not even move. I only received successive waves of pleasure, which quite quickly made me climax. I had never had such an intense orgasm before. After a while I came back to myself and Stefan who was still fucking me. I felt his penis swell. This time, thanks to the fact that there was no rubber, I could even feel the veins on his penis. His penis also began to tremble and before I had time to react I saw him thrusting into me and then stopping. This time he pushed in even deeper than last time. I had the impression that the tip had broken through the back wall of my vagina.

I saw the perfectly familiar grimace on Stefan's face. I knew it was the beginning of his orgasm. Surprised by the flood of new sensations, I lay back without even trying to stop Stefan. His penis began to pulsate and I felt the semen pouring in even past the back wall of my vagina. After a while I felt that there was even more semen pouring into me. Knowing this made me climax again. It was irrelevant to me at that moment that the semen was flooding my slit because I was for a moment in orgasmic paradise. After a while I came back to myself and realized that Stefan's member had stopped pulsating. This meant that his orgasm was over. Stefan's penis began to slowly shrink. I started to feel that my slit was very wet inside. Much more than usual.

A few moments later Stefan's cock shrank so much that it slid out of my pussy. Immediately I felt that the semen was slowly leaking from my vagina. Stefan, unaware of what had happened, lay down on his side still asleep. He was unaware that for the first time his semen got a chance to impregnate me. I was still lying on my back. I saw that I was still holding the condom in my hand. I let it go and touched my slit. It was very wet on the outside. I could also feel that it was much wetter inside. As I kept lying down it was slowly coming to me what had just happened. I had just experienced real sex for the first time. There was no protection. It was much more intimate and carnal.

After a while, I finally decided to get up from the bed. After I sat up, I felt that even more fluid started to circulate inside my slit than just before. I put my finger to my pussy and felt more semen seeping out. I was amazed at how much more must be inside. I saw that the leaking liquid was starting to soak the sheet. I put my hand to my slit and got out of bed. I felt the semen moving around inside again. I could feel it swimming inside me with every step. On the way to the bathroom more drops were dripping onto my hand.

When I entered the bathroom I sat down on the toilet and felt more drops dripping from my slit. After a while I put my fingers to it and opened my labia. I heard even more drops dripping into the bowl. After a while I got up and stood in front of the mirror. I put one foot on the toilet to have better access to my slit. More drops continued to drip from my vagina. I put a finger inside and felt that the walls of my vagina were completely soaked. I tried to insert my finger as deep as possible. I felt that it was present along the entire length of my entire slit. I started to scrape out more drops from the inside but with time I realized that it was pointless. The semen had gotten so deep that I didn't have a chance to reach it.

It occurred to me that somewhere deep inside me there was a lot of his sperm trying to impregnate me. The thought that I might get pregnant shook me to the core. I was jittery and needed a moment to calm down. I calmed myself with the thought that it wasn't that easy to get pregnant. Some people try for many months. The chances are pretty slim that after one time I got knocked up. His cum was inside me and there was nothing I could do at that moment. I went back to bed and after a while I managed to fall asleep.

Chapter 5: Do I Love Him?

The next morning I woke up alone in bed. Stefan had to get up early and come downstairs. After a while I felt that my slit was still wet. Not like at night, because probably some of the semen had already flowed out. The rest had probably already soaked in for good. I got out of bed to go pee. But I stepped on a rubber that had been lying there since I dropped it there yesterday. I grabbed it in my hand and decided it was better to throw it away. I didn't know if Stefan had seen it. I didn't know if he knew that we had sex and most importantly that he had flooded me with his semen.

On the way to the bathroom I didn't meet Stefan. He must have been downstairs. I looked in the mirror and paused for a moment. I saw in the reflection a girl... a woman holding the rubber band she had ripped off her partner last night. I couldn't believe the transformation I had experienced. Suddenly the door opened and Stefan walked in. I turned to him and he came up and kissed me.

"I think I had a bit too many drinks last night," said Stefan and then he added, looking at the condom I was still holding in my hand, "But it wasn't a problem for you."

"I couldn't help myself," I said.

"I'm glad you remembered about the condom," said Stefan.

"I am responsible," I said.

"I know," nodded Stefan, then he came up and put his arms around my waist from behind.

We both stood facing the mirror. We looked like husband and wife who could not live without each other. The age difference was not important at that moment. Holding me like that, Stefan started talking to me.

"Can you tell me a little more about what happened yesterday?" Stefan asked and added with a smile, "I must have slept through it."

"Do you really want to know?" I asked shortly.

"I want to know how my darling was playing," said Stefan and kissed me on the cheek.

"You were lying on your back and I was riding you" I said.

"Good choice. You had everything under control" Stefan complimented me.

We were still standing together cuddled up, and I felt on my buttock that Stefan's penis was slowly coming to life. Talking about yesterday was starting to turn him on.

"I was the one pulling the strings..." I said and then pressed my lips together for a moment.

"Are you sure there's something you don't want to tell me?" said Stefan, who saw that I wasn't telling him the whole truth.

"When I was riding you, you went soft," I said.

"I had no control over it," said Stefan.

"I had no complaints. After a while you were hard again, and then you lay down on top of me... and then you started to fuck me," I said with obvious excitement in my voice.

"Did you like it?" asked Stefan, starting to squeeze me more and more. I could also feel that his member was getting even more stretched.

"Yes," I answered and I felt that I was getting hot.

"Have you climaxed?" Stefan kept asking me.

"I did it twice," I said and blushed.

"You must have been extremely horny. What turned you on so much," Stefan asked again.

"Your domination and the fact that I wouldn't be able to get off if I wanted to," - I answered, deliberately not mentioning the rubber.

"And how did it end?" asked again Stefan

"You came inside my... in the rubber," I quickly corrected myself hoping that I had not betrayed myself with that.

"The rubber was empty. What did you do with the semen from the condom?" Stefan asked.

"I swallowed it," I said after a short while and then added with an ironic smile, "I must be getting used to it."

"Swallowed it? You must have licked the condom, because there is no trace of cum in it," said Stefan, amazed.

"Nothing can be wasted," I said smiling.

"You don't even know how it turned me on," said Stefan, and his hands moved down to my waist. He squeezed me again tightly after a while.

"But I can feel it on my buttocks," I told him.

Stefan, still holding me tightly by the waist, grabbed the elastic of my shorts. He started to pull them down slowly and after a while they fell down and lay at the height of my feet. I let the shorts slide down completely then kicked them off. Stefan wasted no time in taking off my shirt as well. Now I was standing there naked in front of the mirror and Stefan put his arm around me again.

"I could watch you like that for hours," said Stefan complimenting me on how beautiful I looked without clothes.

"Whenever you want," I answered and deliberately started to thrust my hips towards him. In this way I was pushing on his already tightened member.

"If you insist," said my partner after which for a moment he freed me from his grip to take off his shirt and shorts.

We were now both naked in front of the mirror. Stefan grabbed me around the waist again. His erect member was resting against my pubic area. I felt the warmth of his penis realizing that he would not be more ready for penetration.

"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?" Stefan asked me.

I did not answer him right away. Stefan continued to hold me and I started to maneuver so that we turned 90 degrees.

"Not now," I answered.

We stood sideways to the mirror and we could see our figures perfectly. But for me the most important thing was to see what was happening below. From this perspective I could see the penis that was touching my slit from above. I started to move my hips. My pussy started rubbing against his penis. I let him know that I wanted to feel him inside me again. Stefan noticed this and slid his hands lower and grabbed my hips.

"You are so hot that I can hardly contain myself" said Stefan.

"But you don't have to," I replied, hoping to convince him.

Right after I said that, Stefan let go of me and went over to the cupboard. He opened the drawer and took out a condom. He walked over to me again. This time we were facing each other, still at the level of the mirror.

"You know we have to be careful," said Stefan and showed me the condom.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him looking straight into his eyes.

"Of course I do," he answered without hesitation.

"I'm glad," I replied and then I took the condom from his hand and threw it behind me.

I moved closer again and hugged Stefan. With one hand I grabbed the tip of his penis and began to direct it to my moist slit. We looked directly into each other's eyes as his member began to slide inside. After a while I pushed against him so that he went in as deep as possible. I looked in the mirror and saw that Stefan's entire penis was inside my pussy.

"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear.

Stefan did not intend to object and started rhythmically sliding his penis in and out of me. This continued until I felt myself climaxing. Then I grabbed onto Stefan harder and allowed myself to orgasm. After a while, when I regained consciousness, Stefan stopped.

"You came, baby. I'll take the next rubber," said Stefan.

"Please... Will you just take it out earlier?" I suggested.

"It's a risk we can't afford," explained Stefan.

I started to push on his member. Stefan, despite giving a clear signal that he did not want to take the risk, did not try to stop. This was an indication that he was enjoying it, too. A moment later Stefan made another attempt to convince me to stop the intercourse without protection.

"If we don't stop, I will cum in a minute," Stefan warned me.

"I will come again soon," I told him.

"I won't be able to take it out if you lock me up inside while I'm orgasming," said Stefan, letting me know that this was the last moment to control myself.

"I would like to finally experience that," I told him, letting him know that I was open to taking that risk.

"You know that if I end up inside you, there is a good chance that you will get pregnant. We don't want that, do we?" Stefan asked.

At that moment I stopped pushing on his member. I remembered how heavenly I felt when he filled me for the first time. The feeling of semen coming out of me afterwards was not comfortable. I would probably get used to it over time too, although the insemination issue was crucial. If I got pregnant now, how would I finish my studies? I would probably be forced to drop out of university and focus on motherhood and family life. My life would change dramatically. It occurred to me that the consequences could be irreversible.

"I really can get pregnant. I'm beginning to understand," I said to Stefan.

"This is no joke. I'm glad you're aware of that now," said my partner.

I looked in the mirror again to see how we looked. In it I no longer saw a young girl with her much older roommate. It was a pair of passionate lovers who were satisfying their sexual needs. It had been a relationship for me up to that point based on sex without commitment. And a possible pregnancy would result in the most permanent commitment between us. The fruit of true love between two lovers planning a future together.

I looked at Stefan again. I looked into his eyes and realized how much Stefan really meant to me. I felt my heart beat faster and I knew what I had to do.

I took a step back allowing Stefan's member to slide out of my slit. I cuddled up to him and began to talk.

"You know... I haven't exactly been honest with you about a few things. Aren't you going to be mad at me?" I asked.

"I won't be mad," Stefan said calmly and kissed me.

"That night, when you came home drunk and I made love to you during the night, things didn't go as planned," I sighed and continued.

"That's why there were no traces of semen in the rubber. Why didn't you put the other one on?" Stefan asked me.

"You were lying on top of me and fucked me all the time," - I told him.

I felt that his penis was starting to tremble and swell.

"Does that turn you on?" I asked him.

"Very much," answered Stefan.

"Me too, baby. Do you know what was the best part?" I asked him.

"I'd like to know," answered Stefan.

"The orgasm I had when you came inside me," I answered, revealing where his seed had ended up.

"In you?," Stefan was upset and then asked, "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I didn't know how you would react," I answered timidly and then apologized to him for hiding what had happened.

"You don't have to apologize to me. What do we do about it now? There is still time to take the morning-after pill," said Stefan.

"I know what I want to do," I said, and then I asked him a very important question

"Do you love me?"

Stefan was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a question from his partner.

"I finally realized that I was in love with you," I hugged him, and then I put the head of his penis into my slit and added, "If you love me back, show it to me here and now."

Stefan looked me straight in the eyes and after a while he made a move. He slid his member inside me and started to fuck me. I moaned in pleasure cuddled into his shoulder. As Stefan had just recently been one step away from his orgasm it wasn't long before he came close again. I noticed that.

"I love you and I want... I want you to fill me," I said with confidence in my voice.

Stefan's member began to swell and tremble and I saw the anticipated grimace on his face. I grabbed his back with both hands and pulled him as hard as I could towards me. He thrust into me and froze. The tip of his penis was touching the back of my pussy.

"I love you," said Stefan, and I felt a trickle of fertile semen shoot inside me.

This made me come immediately. After a while, when the orgasm subsided, I saw the tired face of my lover. After a while his penis began to soften and slid out of my pussy. I looked at the mirror and saw his penis moist with the juices of our love and drops of semen pouring out of my pussy.

"Let me get you a towel," said Stefan.

"No. I want to feel my lover's semen flowing out of me," I told him.

"But it will not all come out," said Stefan.

"I know that some of it will stay with me for a very long time," I said patting myself on the stomach

"Honey. Even if it is, the morning-after pill won't allow a conception to take place," said Stefan

"What if I don't take the pill?" I asked him.

"Only time will tell if I have impregnated you," answered Stefan.

"I have a good feeling," I said and kissed my beloved.

by CichyPiotr for Literotica

In 2 parts, by CichyPiotr. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

As usual, I went to the university in the morning. It was cloudy and rainy. Although the weather was not good, it did not discourage me. As a 20-something girl I was positive about life and believed that the best was yet to come.

When I was coming home in the evening and approaching my bus stop, I noticed a police car and an ambulance. After getting off the bus I saw that there were two policemen standing in front of my house and the entrance was covered with some kind of tape.

I sped up and approached the policemen.

Sorry, you can't go through here now - said one of the policemen firmly.

But I live here. What's going on? - I asked anxious.

I was asked to show my identity document. When I did that one of the policemen came inside and the other one told me to wait for a while.

After literally two minutes two men came out of my house. One was the policeman I had just seen. The other one was not dressed in uniform and started to explain to me what was really going on.

I found out from him that my parents were dead. They died in an accident that took place a few streets away. At that moment I stood up, not believing what this man was saying. But he was telling a truth that I could not accept. It was a moment in which I did not know what to do. Suddenly I was an orphan and I would have to live with that. I was not ready for that. I hadn't considered that possibility for the time being. But I had no choice but to do something.

The financial situation was not too good either. It turned out that the insurance that my parents used did not cover death in a traffic accident. As a result, I was left with only the money that was in their bank account. The amount of money may have been quite considerable, but as time went by I realized that there were still some costs I had to cover. The funeral arrangements are not free and will take up a large portion of those funds.

My best friend Danuta supported me as much as she could in this difficult situation. She even moved in with me so I wouldn't have to be alone. After the funeral, I realized that I would not have enough money for very long. Together with Danuta we looked for a way out of this situation. Finally we came to a conclusion that the only sensible solution is a roommate. So we put out an ad and soon afterwards the first answers came.

Only men applied. Most of them were not serious and gave some inappropriate proposals. It disgusted us so much that we added a note that we wanted a female roommate. Unfortunately, it did not change anything and only men of different age answered. After a few conversations we realized that we had to choose from what we had. Time was pressing, especially since it turned out that Danuta got a proposal to study in another city, which would be a great opportunity for her to further develop.

We invited for an interview a 35-year-old man who lived in the suburbs and wanted to be closer to work. His name was Stefan. Together with me, of course, was Danuta to help me in the interview. After a short conversation we came to an agreement that until I found a job he would cover the financial obligations. In return I would be responsible for the house. We agreed that there are no improper agreements and we are only roommates. Stefan agreed to the terms and paid the rent for the current month first, as we had agreed.

Stefan was a tall and well-built guy. He worked as a financial analyst at a company that was only a few stops from home. He would cover the rent. I will be able to continue my education in peace. Thanks to that, in the future I would have a well-paid job and a happy life.

For the first week the three of us lived together. Stefan turned out to be a normal and calm guy. There was nothing in his behavior that could seem to be wrong. Danuta and I felt that we had made the right decision. Even the fact that he had to sleep on a fold-out and rather uncomfortable couch didn't seem to be a problem for him.

Eleven days later Danuta had to leave. We said goodbye cordially and promised each other that we would keep in touch.

The next day I had two lectures cancelled and I could come back three hours earlier. I opened the door with the key and saw that my jacket and suitcase were standing in the hallway. As I was about to enter the living room, I saw that Stefan was lying on the bed and had his hand near his crotch. After a moment I noticed that he was moving his hand while holding his penis.

Even though I was in my early twenties, this was the first member I had ever seen. I lived in the conviction that learning was the most important thing and would allow me to live a prosperous life. The time for relationships and starting a family would still come for me. Therefore, I did not look for a boyfriend.

Back to Stefan on the bed. I realized that he was masturbating. He was using the fact that I was out of the house to satisfy his needs. I stood like that for a while until his hand stopped moving and his semen shot out of the tip. Stefan looked like he was very relieved after the semen spurted out of his member. After a moment he stood up briskly to reach for a tissue. Without thinking much I took a quick step away to the bathroom hoping that he did not notice me.

For the rest of the day, Stefan did not say anything about that situation. So I had the impression that he did not notice me. In the evening, when Stefan went for a run, I called Danuta. I told her about what had happened today when I got home from class.

That is quite normal. Everybody has to satisfy themselves sometimes - said Danuta laughing.

Not necessarily - I answered her.

On the other hand it is probably better that he did not ask you for help. Unless you haven't mentioned it yet, hmm... - Danuta added.

Stop it. It's disgusting - I answered my friend.

You don't even know how wrong you are. And just like everyone else you will find out one day - said Danuta and then we finished talking about it because Stefan came home.

In the evening I prepared sandwiches for dinner. I am not a master chef and I still have to learn how to cook. We ate, sat down in front of the TV and talked in the living room.

How was college? - Stefan asked me trying to start a conversation.

Fine - I answered shortly.

I was taking some time off to relax at home - said Stefan.

I know... I mean I guess - I corrected myself.

You saw how I... I was relieving myself - said Stefan with a smile.

No... I mean yes, but... - I started to stutter out of nervousness.

Don't worry. It is not unusual. Everyone has to relieve themselves sometimes - Stefan said.

I don't... - I said, feeling that this conversation was becoming more and more embarrassing for me.

Come on. You have never... - Stefan started to say.

No. That's disgusting - I interrupted and got up from the table. I went to my room to calm down.

After a while I read an SMS from Danuta. She asked me how things were going with Stefan. I wrote her about what happened after dinner. Danuta wrote back that I shouldn't exaggerate. At the end she added: "Actually, he could also satisfy your needs if you asked him ;) if you know what I mean". That last sentence encouraged me to think about it.

Danuta might be right. Stefan was doing it expecting to be alone. I think I reacted too impulsively to what my roommate said. For me it is a taboo subject. Still, my behavior was inappropriate. I should have talked to him more calmly about what took place.

I went downstairs. Stefan was still sitting in front of the TV. I sat down next to him and started talking.

I'm sorry for my behavior. I reacted too impulsively. I don't talk about these things with almost anyone - I explained my behavior.

I understand. I didn't know you had such an attitude. I respect that - Stefan said.

I am happy - I answered with a short smile on my lips.

If you want to talk about these things, you can do it with me, you know - suggested Stefan.

What? - I asked surprised

Eh... About birds and bees and satisfying your needs - Stefan explained.

I remembered what Danuta had written to me. If I asked him, he could satisfy my needs. I don't know what that means, but maybe it would be worth finding out. Of course, just to satisfy my curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

Do you know much about it? - I asked slightly abashed.

Enough so that you know how it works - Stefan answered and then added - If you want, I can explain everything to you.

But... we won't.... you know.... - I said, very confused.

Relax. Just what you want to know - said Stefan.

After a short hesitation I agreed to his proposal.

First of all, you must know that this is not a taboo subject and that it concerns all of us. The sooner you find out, the better for you. I don't have to tell you about the basics of anatomy, do I? - Stefan finished his short introduction.

I know - I answered shortly.

Girls have shells, men have birds. Have you seen a bird before? - Stefan asked.

When you relieved yourself - I answered.

Good. Now I will show it to you so that you can see it close up", said Stefan and pulled down his pants and briefs.

I saw his member lying between his legs, with some hair around it. His testicles were hanging below him.

It may not be the most beautiful part of the male body but it is the most sensitive. Now it is in a state of partial rest. But when you stimulate it, it hardens and swells up," Stefan explained.

And then what? - I asked.

It is ready for procreation or intercourse. But you don't have to worry about that now," said Stefan.

Then he took my hand and brought it closer to his penis.

Don't be afraid. You can touch it," said Stefan, and my hand touched the tip of his cock.

Stefan moved my hand lower to the tip of his penis. I grabbed a handful of his penis, which was warm and growing in my hands. It grew so tight that after a while it stood completely.

Then, still holding my hand, he began to move it up and down. The skin on his member began to move, alternately covering and uncovering the tip of his member. After a short while, Stefan let go of my hand. He asked me to continue moving my hand. It did not take long before I saw a grimace of pain on Stefan's face. Before I could ask if I was doing something wrong a trickle of semen shot out of his penis, which after a while fell onto my hand. More spurts shot upwards and fell on both my hand, my wrist and Stefan's thighs.

This is how you brought me to orgasm and I was able to relieve myself - he said with obvious relief in his voice and then handed me a tissue to wipe myself off.

Does that have to be so gross? - I asked, wiping my hand of his semen.

Not necessarily. It's a matter of getting used to it. One day you will understand how pleasant it can be - Stefan explained.

Aha... And this is how you relieve yourself? - I asked.

Yes, when I am alone. There are other methods in company. Including some that relieve both partners - Stefan said.

Is there anything I can do to... relieve myself? - I asked.

Of course. But you have to have direct access to your clit," said Stefan.

What do you mean? - I asked.

You have to take off that thing that covers it... You're not ashamed, are you? - Stefan asked at the end.

I've never taken my clothes off in front of a boy - I said.

Otherwise I won't show you how to relieve yourself, right? - Stefan asked rhetorically.

I knew that he was right. I took off my pants and my panties and put them on the pillow next to me.

You have a very nice little shell. Bring your hand closer and touch it - said Stefan, so I did.

As he instructed, I started to move my hand over the shell. I started to feel warm. I looked at Stefan in the meantime and saw that his member was swollen again. After a while, I started to massage my own little shell faster and faster. At that moment I realized that this could be a really great pleasure.

It's very pleasant. I have never felt anything like it - I said.

Yes, you can satisfy yourself when you are alone - answered Stefan, and then he added - but when you are not alone, there are other possibilities.

Stefan without warning put me on the bed and put his head close to my pussy. Before I could say anything I felt his tongue licking my clit. It was a new even more intense sensation. After a while his tongue moved from top to bottom and back again. He was licking my shell like a lollipop and I started to moan with pleasure for the first time. My partner didn't stop until I finally felt the pleasure rush through me. I felt blissful for a moment, as if I had flown away and was in paradise. After a while, however, this feeling began to fade and I came to myself.

I looked at Stefan who was on his knees and was moving his hand over his swollen member. As I was coming to myself, I did not have the strength to say a single word and I only admired his movements. After a while I saw the grimace on his face again. This time I knew what it meant. He directed his penis so that it was just above my pussy and the semen landed on my pubic area right after it shot out. I could feel the warmth of his seed as it slowly flowed down my clit.

I hope you don't mind. You are too beautiful to resist - said Stefan.

That was good - I replied him.

I am glad - said Stefan and reached for the tissues.

Stefan took the handkerchief and put it close to my pussy to wipe off the semen that was dripping down it. Instinctively, however, I pushed his hand away and took a bit of the warm white liquid on the tip of my finger. Stefan just stared blankly as I brought my finger to my lips. I smelled it and realized that it didn't smell very good. Nevertheless, I licked my finger and felt the salty and bitter taste. A grimace of disgust appeared on my face, which Stefan also noticed.

This is not very tasty - said Stefan, wiping my clit clean of the rest of his semen.

It is disgusting - I replied with a tasteless grin.

It is also a matter of getting used to it - he said and after my cunt had been wiped, he added - That is enough of this fun for today. I am not stopping you because tomorrow you also have to get up.

I put on my panties and shorts and went upstairs to sleep.

The next day I had to get up early in the morning to make it to the university. I was in a very good mood. I felt more relaxed than usual. Apparently it was all because of what I had experienced last night.

Stefan was at work that day until evening. So I had time to talk calmly with Danuta about what happened yesterday. When I told her that Stefan had given me some lessons yesterday, she was clearly pleased.

If I had known it was so great, I would not have held back so long - I told my friend.

I told you... This is the power of orgasm - Danuta answered me and then added - Now it is only a question when you will spread your legs for him.

What will I do? - I asked Danuta.

I have a feeling that if you continue to explore the world of intimate pleasures, it is just a matter of time when he will tear you apart - and then she added with a smile - as long as there are no children out of it.

Don't exaggerate. We... I did it just for the pleasure - I told Danuta.

It always starts like that. And it ends with a loss of control and a growing belly. Take care of yourself dear - said Danuta and then we ended the conversation.

After the end of the conversation I felt that my pussy was hot. Apparently the conversation with Danuta made me so hot. So I pulled down my panties and just like yesterday I started to massage my pussy. In the meantime I was thinking about Stefan and his swollen member. I began to think about what would happen if I let him have intercourse with me. What it would be like if he were to devirginize me tonight. Unexpectedly, I climaxed quickly and felt a long-awaited relief. After a while I came to my senses and got dressed.

Stefan came home from work tonight and after dinner we spent time talking on the couch in front of the TV again.

After yesterday I felt great today - I told him, referring to yesterday's climax.

It felt good to me too. Besides, you saw it yourself - answered Stefan and then suggested - Would you like to do it again today?

Why not? - I answered without hesitation.

I did not have to tell Stefan twice. He pulled down his pants and panties so that his already swollen member was visible to me. Then he helped me to pull down my pants and panties. Just like yesterday we were both undressed from the waist down. After a while he grabbed my shirt and asked if he could take it off. Without thinking I nodded affirmatively. After a while my shirt went over my head and landed next to me on the couch. I was already only in my bra and he was in his shirt. That didn't last long because Stefan took off his shirt and for the first time I saw him completely naked. I saw that his gaze was directed at my breasts. I felt that it was only a matter of time before he asked me to take it off. After a moment of hesitation I turned away from him giving him a clear signal that he could unhook my bra. He read the gesture instantly and took advantage of it. My bra was pulled down by him and for the first time Stefan could admire my breasts.

You look beautiful, baby - said Stefan.

It was the first time he had called me that caressing name and I actually liked it. It was a sign that he was starting to really like me. I started to feel the same way. Stefan laid me down on the bed and, just like yesterday, brought his head close to my crotch. Once again his tongue brought me to an orgasm, after which I had to recover for a while.

Just like before, Stefan was kneeling on the bed masturbating. He wanted to douse me with his semen just like yesterday. But when he got closer to that moment, he directed his penis at my breasts. This time it was my breasts that were covered with semen. When Stefan finished coating my breasts, I started to massage them. I rubbed them as if I wanted to rub his semen into my skin. Stefan just smiled and lay down next to me, satisfied.

You are fantastic - Stefan complimented me.

I lay next to him for a while, looking straight into his eyes and thinking what to say to him. But I could not think of anything to say. After a short rest, I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. It didn't even occur to me to get dressed and I went completely naked. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my breasts were still sticky and glistening with semen. I then lifted my leg and placed it on the toilet bowl. I saw that my crack was also glistening in the light of the bathroom lamp. I couldn't believe how I had changed in just two days. I hadn't even considered it at the time. Now I was starting to get used to it. After a while I left the bathroom and walked over to the couch where Stefan was still lying. I lay down next to him and turned my head towards him.

Thank you - I said and then brought my lips close to his and kissed him for the first time. It was a long and passionate kiss. It was like two people in love with each other. After a while I pulled my lips away and I saw that he was surprised at what I had done.

Now I'm the one to thank you, baby - he said and lay down on top of me and this time he kissed me.

During the kiss I felt his member on my thigh which was swollen again. I began to wriggle underneath him trying to get his member to latch on to my pubic area. Instinctively I moved my hand lower to where Stefan's member was. I grabbed the tip and directed it towards my clit. It was located right between my labia. I began to wriggle around trying to impale myself on his member. Stefan realized what I wanted to do and pulled his mouth away from mine.

Are you sure about this? - asked Stefan looking straight into my eyes.

I want it - I answered, whispering in his ear and making another attempt to impale myself on his member.

Stefan put me down next to him and got out of bed. For a moment I didn't know what he meant. Did I say or do something wrong. Maybe I had been too pushy. Stefan got up and reached into his wallet, which was lying on the cabinet next to the room. He pulled out a condom.

Isn't it a bit early to be making a baby? - Stefan asked teasingly.

Then it occurred to me that if it wasn't for Stefan, I would probably be on my way to becoming pregnant right now. I realized that I had lost control of what was happening. Luckily for me, Stefan was able to keep a cool head in this situation. In front of me he took the rubber band out of the foil and rolled it around his penis. I looked at him in awe, feeling that it was only a matter of time before I lost my virginity.

Stefan lay down on the bed and then on top of me. I took hold of his member and felt the rubbery sheath that enveloped it.

Now we could begin. Are you ready? - Stefan asked one last time.

Yes - I answered.

Stefan positioned his legs between my thighs. He did this to spread my thighs as much as possible. This way his member would have an easier job of entering my slit. Stefan positioned his member between my labia and started thrusting. I felt Stefan's penis trying to penetrate inside my pussy. I felt some discomfort, but Stefan kept reassuring me and did not push too hard. In this way, after a few moments, the head of his penis was inside my pussy. This was only the beginning, and Stefan kept on trying to penetrate deeper and deeper, which with time he was able to do. After a while, half of the length of his member was able to hide in my pussy. Stefan kept sliding his member in and out, trying to penetrate deeper and deeper. A dozen or so tries later he pushed in all the way and I felt his member spreading inside me.

We had done it. You are a woman now, baby - said Stefan.

Thank you, baby - I told him.

Stefan started to fuck me faster and faster now. I felt a pleasure that I had never experienced before. This went on for a few minutes, then Stefan pulled out his penis and took off the rubber band.

Where should I cum? On your pussy or on your breasts? - Stefan asked me.

I did not answer him. I stood up and slid his member into my mouth. Stefan came after a while and started shooting cum in my mouth. Even though the taste and smell was just as bad as before, I persisted and swallowed it all.

You keep surprising me - said Stefan.

Thanks - I answered shortly and fell down on the bed.

After a while Stefan lay down next to me. I cuddled into his arms and fell asleep.

To be continued in part 2, by CichyPiotr for Literotica.

By Liminally Spaced, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Suzie stared at herself in the mirror. The very expensive mirror. The very expensive mirror in the very expensive suite in the very expensive hotel. She looked perfect, more perfect than she'd ever looked in her life, and as the soothing sounds of the waves melted in through the big balcony window, she thought about where she was, where she'd come from, and what it was going to take to stay.

Did she want to stay?

Even as she moved across the room toward the door that led to the main room of the lavish suite, she didn't know the answer. She wouldn't know the answer until it came out of her mouth.

Suzie took a breath, and opened the door.

Arthur had called her bluff.

It had been two months since she confidently declared she wanted to join Arthur on his yearly extravagant vacation, plenty of time to come to her senses and back out, especially after learning what the trip would cost: she wouldn't need to provide a penny for the adventure, but what she would need to provide would be oral sex, whenever Arthur desired it.

She was well within her right to back out, and yet something inside wouldn't let her. Whether it was the lure of a new experience, or just to prove a point to herself, Suzie accepted the terms, and now here she was on a plane to Italy.

She looked over at Arthur, sitting next to her asleep in his own luxurious first class seat. Some creative fiction by both of them had her father thinking she was accompanying Arthur on a business trip, otherwise there was no way on earth he'd let his daughter travel anywhere with an older man, especially one she barely knew. But Suzie's father sometimes seemed more interested in her career than her wellbeing, and he didn't question them at all.

And it was true, she did barely know him, but he was charming and easy to get along with, and somehow the shared deception felt like their first instance of bonding. But still, this was insane, she thought. She was on a plane to another country with a practical stranger who she promised to blow any time the mood struck him. Normally she would have immediately assumed the worst of his intentions, had it not been for her former English teacher Ms. Dorman. Ms. Dorman, or Julia, had gone on this trip with him the year before. When Suzie asked her about it was clear she enjoyed the experience, confirming that she would in fact do it a second time if asked.

Ms. Dorman had no idea Suzie had been considering taking this trip when she asked her. Suzie wondered if her answers would have been different if she had.

Looking over at the sleeping Arthur, she had a moment to really take him in. He was attractive, she could admit that, and as her eyes traveled down over his expensive clothes to the V between his legs, she began to wonder. She wondered what his cock looked like. How big it was. Suzie felt a tingle in her loins at the thought of her cute, unassuming teacher sucking on Arthurs cock. She wondered how many times on their trip Ms. Dorman took him in her mouth. She wondered if Ms. Dorman swallowed. She wondered if the two of them did more.

But mostly Suzie wondered if Arthur gave Ms. Dorman the same deal he gave her.

In the time leading up to the trip, Arthur would periodically call Suzie with various itinerary information, once even asking her for her measurements, and would routinely ask if she was still firm in her decision to go. Suzie always answered yes through a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Then, the evening before they left, she got one last phone call. One last confirmation of intent.

"Listen," Arthur said in a soft tone, "I want you to know that if you don't want to do this, you can still call it off."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Suzie joked despite the cold sweat she could feel on her back

"No, it's just, I know this is a lot, and I know your reasons for doing this, so I just wanted to tell you: once we get there, the first two days are on me. I want you to have the chance to have a great time free of any weirdness or pressure, so I promise I won't ask anything of you at all for two days. And if at the end of those two days you decide you'd rather not continue on, that's totally fine, and you can go home stress free with some great photographs to gloat with."

Suzie listened in silence as he offered a pregnant pause before continuing.

"But at the end of those two days,  if you decide to stay, I'm going to assume you're in all the way. Ok?"

Suzie had a pause of her own, taking it all in before offering back a confident "Ok."

"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."

Suzie had never flown first class before, and that alone felt like an extravagant vacation in and of itself, but it was nothing compared to the boat ride to the resort. Surrounded by beautiful mountains, and the most perfect weather anyone could wish for, Suzie and Arthur sailed through crystal water on their own privately chartered sailboat. The wind in her hair and the sun on her legs felt magical, and as she took it all in she unbuttoned a button on her blouse to feel the heat on the swell of her chest.

She took it all in. She smiled.

"How are you enjoying things so far?" Arthur said, returning to her with a refreshed drink, and her own requested glass of white wine.

"This is pretty amazing, Arthur," she said, taking the glass. "Seems like a pretty big boat for just two people though."

Arthur chuckled "It usually holds about 20 comfortably, but I rented the whole thing out. I thought it'd give us time to get to know each other before we get to the resort."

"I'd like that." Suzie smiled.

Arthur held his drink up to toast. "Here's to new friends."

"And new experiences."

They clinked their glasses. They drank. They talked.

Suzie learned about the forming of Arthur's company, how he married young, how his divorce broke his heart. Arthur learned about Suzie's hopes for her life and her career, her thoughts on the future, how her love life hadn't exactly been setting the world on fire. They laughed a lot, found out they had more in common than they thought, and generally realized they enjoyed each other's company.

As Suzie started to feel the effects of her drink, her questions got progressively more probing.

"So you've done this trip 6 times with 6 different women?"

"I have."

"Why do you do it?"

"I like to visit exciting places with exciting people."

"No, you know what I mean. Is it like a power kink or something?"

"Maybe a little?" Arthur paused, considering his words and sipping his drink. "But I think it's more that, I like the anticipation. The Thrill."

"The thrill of having a sex slave?" She chuckled, but watched as he began to get a little defensive.

"No, no. It's not like that. It's important that it's not like that. It has to be that they want to do it. I just get to decide the where, when and how."

"You said your companions can do whatever they want; what if they meet someone?"

"Totally fine. I've been on trips where I never saw her outside of agreed upon interactions, and learned later she had been having the time of her life having a hot affair with someone she met on the trip. I believe they're actually married now."

"And what about you?"

"I do the same. I've met and spent time with women I've met on the trips as well; as I said, the only required part of the trip is our agreed upon condition.

"What's the fewest times a girl's ever been 'required' on one of these trips?"

"Three."

"What's the most?" Suzie said with a wry smirk.

"More than three." He kept her gaze as he took a drink. Suzie felt the hair on her neck stand up.

"Who was the best?" She finally said, honestly curious, but definitely still trying to push some buttons.

Arthur looked away as he chuckled. The sun made his perfect skin almost glow, and somehow he hardly had a single wavy blonde hair out of place in the strong wind. Shooting down the rest of his drink, he gestured toward the distance behind her

"You should get your things ready, we're coming up on the resort."

Suzie turned behind her and her jaw almost hit the floor. A sprawling castle rose up out of the horizon, hugging the side of a lush mountain. Terracotta roofs contrasted with olive green trees, against the bright blue sky. It was gorgeous.

Suzie's awe continued once they set foot on dry land. Classic cobblestone streets, warm lanterns, the smell of fresh food and coffee around every corner, this was less a resort and more an Mediterranean paradise.

The hotel itself was equally impressive. Suzie could hardly believe when they got to their suite that there was enough space for a baby grand piano in the main foyer. They each had their own, separate room, on either ends of the suite, each with a king bed and a balcony that overlooked the water. Suzie plopped herself down on the bed and took a deep breath.

This must be heaven.

And that first day it sure felt like it. They explored, ate amazing food, and spent time apart as Arthur did some shopping and Suzie lounged by the pool for what felt like hours. She couldn't believe the number of gorgeous people who were at this place, especially women. Amazing bodies in amazing swimsuits populated the pool, and it quickly became Suzie's favorite place. She gasped slightly the first time she saw someone take off their top to sunbath, trying not to stare, but it was difficult.

It was only the first day, and Suzie was already having the time of her life. That night, after an amazing dinner, Suzie retired to her room and took a long shower. Thoughts of the bodies at the pool passed across her closed eyes as the spray from the detachable shower head pulsed perfectly against her clit. Feeling freedom for the first time in her life, she let out a loud, ecstatic wail when she began to cum.

Nowhere in her mind that night were thoughts of tomorrow, and the decision she was going to have to make.

When she woke up in the morning, Arthur was nowhere to be found. She found a letter waiting for her next to a box. Slightly confused, she opened the envelope.

"You're on your own today. Use this credit card for anything you want. Seriously; have fun. Dinner at 8.

"The restaurant has a dress code, so I took the liberty. I hope you like it. ; A"

Suzie opened the accompanying box, and gasped as she revealed an elegant, shimmering gold dress with matching shoes. Even without a price tag she could tell it was the most expensive piece of clothing she'd ever touched, let alone worn. She gulped. She felt her nipples inexplicably stiffen.

Placing the garment gently back in the box, she grabbed her sunglasses and went to meet the day.

At breakfast, Suzie eyed the credit card, passing it back and forth in her hands. Arthur was being extremely generous, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to take him up on this particular kindness. She didn't want to feel like she owed him any more than she already did. He assured her that this whole charade was not a power thing, but Suzie wanted to maintain as much independence as possible. She didn't want him to be able to hold up a long list of receipts if she decided she wanted to go home.

After she ate, she took her book and decided to head down to the beach. The pool was nice, but the beach was a different animal. The sound of the crashing waves, the sand, the room to play; the beach is something Suzie wished she got to experience more often than she did. But why didn't she, she thought? No one was stopping her. This would have to change when she got home.

Finding an empty lounge chair, Suzie removed her thin fabric covering and stretched to greet the heat of the sun on her nearly nude body. Not much of a bikini person in her normal life, Suzie had gone out to buy a new swimsuit especially for this trip, and decided it was time for a change. She chose a classic black two piece with thin white stripes. Standing in the changing room at the store she had to admit it complimented her new, more filled-out figure quite well. Though still overly modest, it was the most skin she'd ever bared in public, and here, far away from the real world, she was happy and willing to do so.

The words happy and willing bounced through her mind as she tried in vain to focus on her book. She was thinking about what was going to happen that night. She was thinking about Arthur. She was thinking about what decision she would make.

Was two days in paradise enough for her? Was Arthur's whole consideration and offer to send her home just a ploy because he knew it would be impossible to say no to this place? She didn't think so, he seemed pretty on the level. And nice, and handsome. Would it be so bad? But more importantly, was she willing to do something with him, a man she just met, that she had never done with anyone else?

Suzie may have used her high school sexual experiences to develop the perfect handjob, but that was where the fooling around had always ended. She was aware of blowjobs, aware that men loved them, but using her mouth was just something she hadn't been interested in. At least not with her boyfriend. That clearly hadn't been the case when she had a drunken hook up with Tara, however. She had been extremely nervous, but excited, her mouth inches away from Tara's flushed, steaming cunt when she snapped out of it and rushed home. She had never been so turned on in her life at that moment. She had never cum so hard when she touched herself in bed later that evening. So maybe using her mouth wasn't that bad after all?

And Ms. Dorman seemed to have no problem with it. Suzie couldn't help but imagine cute, mousy Ms. Dorman sucking Arthur's cock. Was she naked while she did it? What did her body look like under her conservative clothes? How many times did she have to do it? Did she suck his cock every day? More than once a day? It seemed easy enough, but what was Arthur really asking of her?

And what if he didn't like it? What if she was bad at it? Would he send her home? Would he want her to swallow his cum? Suzie knew that a lot of girls found cum to be gross, but it never bothered her. She enjoyed watching her boyfriend squirt at the end of her handjobs, and took pride the higher she could make it shoot up. There was something base and erotic about it as well; satisfying. But even so, that was a lot different than having a guy cum in your mouth, and then to swallow it. She wondered if she'd choke. She wondered how much there'd be. She wondered if he'd taste;

"Hey there!" an accented voice called out to her, breaking her daydream. Suzie's eyes followed the voice to its source, and almost choked. Standing before her was the perfect body of an impeccably-tanned, gorgeous woman in a barely there bikini top and short shorts.

"Uh, hi!" she stammered in response, straightening herself up in her chair. Suddenly she felt sweaty.

"We were wondering, we need one more to play even, would you like to join us?" The raven-haired beauty pointed back behind her to a volleyball net surrounded by two couples who all waved in response.

"I, uh,” Suzie couldn't quite find words at the moment. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"Excellent!" the girl said with a big smile, and the two walked off toward the gathering game. "My name is Monica, by the way," she said, extending her hand, which Suzie shook.

"Suzie."

"Great to meet you Suzie," Monica said. She introduced Suzie to the others, two couples, Charlie and Liv and Sherri and Duke. Liv was a blonde surfer girl type and her boyfriend a fit, bearded man. Sherri and Duke were a black couple, Sherri's stylish hair complimented by Duke's perfect bald head.

"Monica's the fifth wheel; we're glad to have you so she stops cramping our style!!" Liv said joking in a thick Australian accent.

"Happy to help!" Suzie joked back. She had to take a breath; this might be the most attractive group of people she'd ever seen in her life. Liv looked like she was born in the sun, and Sherri had big, beautiful breasts that sat perfectly on her chest, but Monica, Monica was something else. Her body was practically perfect, full breasts, flat stomach, wide, curvy hips, and a beautifully pert, plump ass.

"Ok, me, Duke and Liv vs. you three!" Sherri yelled, and soon Suzie found herself having the time of her life getting to know five new friends through the universal language of volleyball.

Liv was a firecracker with quite a mouth on her. The clear life of the party, she was willing to do or say anything, and Suzie yelped in delighted surprise when she pulled down the cups of her bikini and flashed her perfect, tan-lined breasts at Charlie to distract from his serve. It worked, and Charlie threatened that she was going to pay for that later. Liv winked and said she certainly hoped so.

Sherri was the clear leader, and had plenty of suggestions on what to do to get her team going and improve their play. She and Duke were extremely flirty, and he never missed an opportunity to pinch her ass or otherwise tease her, and she to him. Their chemistry was off the charts, and Suzie could only imagine what their sex must be like.

And then there was Monica. Suzie was absolutely enchanted by the girl. Her laugh, her accent, the way her body seemed to roll like a wave when she moved. She stayed as close to her as possible, and the two shared many looks and laughs throughout the game, and even a few tumbles. After over-extending to hit a shot, Suzie lost her balance and careened into Monica, sending the two crashing to the sand.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Suzie said, looking into Monica's big blue eyes, now only inches from her own.

"It's ok," Monica said. Suzie could feel her hands on her bare skin. "I've got you."

Suzie was floating for the rest of the afternoon.

After numerous rounds of volleyball, the group retired, exhausted, to one of the beachside gazebos to relax with some drinks. Monica watched as Suzie finished hers, and then asked if she'd go with her to get more. Suzie of course accepted immediately.

"Hey would you mind if we hung back here for a bit?" Monica said as they picked up their new drinks.

"Sure thing, Suzie said, trying to hide her excitement.

"I love those guys, but, I need a break." Monica exhaled as the two sat down at a nearby table. "Liv wasn't kidding. It's very easy to feel like the fifth wheel." Suzie melted at her accented English, and the smirk that preceded it.

"How do you know them?"

"University. We all met freshman year and have been friends for the last three years."

"That's great." Suzie's expression dropped slightly. "I didn't make any friends like that freshman year. Maybe next year."

"That's crazy! You're amazing; and very easy to love!"

Suzie perked up at her choice of phrase.

"This is quite a trip for college kids," Suzie offered, changing the subject

"Sherri's parents are loaded. This is her graduation present."

"I see."

"What about you, are you here with someone?" Her choice of words again interesting.

"I'm not here with anyone, I mean, I'm not here alone, but; " Suzie stammered nervously

"Family?"

"No,"

"Friends?"

"Not really,"

"A lover?" Those words flowed with French syrup and a cocked eyebrow.

"Definitely not," Suzie overcorrected, trying not to blush. She searched for the right description. "I'm here with, a business partner."

"I see," Monica dripped once again.

There was a short pause

"Hey," Suzie blurted finally, "do you want to go shopping?"

Monica smiled.

The two finished their drinks, and then set off together to explore the shops in the surrounding area. They laughed and had great fun. Placing Arthur's card down for hats, sunglasses, and various other trinkets flew directly in the face of what she had decided earlier in the day, but she didn't care. She just wanted to spend as much time with Monica as she could.

But as the day grew long, and Suzie checked her watch, she knew that their time had to come to an end.

"What are your plans for dinner?" Monica asked as they headed back towards where her friends were.

"I'm meeting my, business partner, unfortunately. In fact, I have to go get ready."

"I am sorry to hear that, Suzie." Monica said, her expression turning to a slight pout. She pulled Suzie in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek that made Suzie blush. "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

"I hope so," Suzie said indecisively, smiled, and left the raven haired beauty begrudgingly.

Back in her room, Suzie stepped under the warm spray of the shower and began running through the events of the day as she soaped up her naked, sun-soaked body. Monica and her friends seemed very cool, and she was thrilled to have met some people around her age. Fun people. Hot people.

She couldn't get the sight of Liv flashing her small perfect tits out of her mind. That girl had a perfect body, a perfect tan, perfect blonde hair, and a perfect smile. She couldn't stop wondering what she might look like fully naked. What she and Charlie might look like having sex. Suzie imagined Liv must be a vocal lover, that she moaned and revered every time Charlie pushed into her, that she cried out passionately when he made her cum.

Suzie's hand mindlessly drifted down between her legs.

And Sherri and Duke must have had a pretty healthy sex life as well, based on the way they flirted. She wondered if Sherri liked to take charge in the bedroom, if she was always on top and what it must be like to have those big beautiful tits bounce in your face as she rode you. She wondered if Duke had a cock like Dez Carter.

Suzie's body began to tingle. Her fingers slipped over her clit and found delicious wetness between her lips.

And Monica. Oh God, Monica. Suzie imagined being alone with her in the ornate bedroom of her suite. Kissing her full lips, feeling their bodies pressed together. She imagined Monica peeling back her bikini to reveal her two full, perfect breasts. Monica pulling her face down to meet them. Taking her nipple into her mouth. Sucking.

Suzie's fingers slipped over her clit in perfect rhythm, the rain of the shower firing off delicious sensations across her tingling skin.

Both of them naked, touching, kissing. Suzie pressing her fingers inside Monica's perfect cunt. Fingers first, and then lips, tongues. In her mind, Suzie imagined what it would be like to taste Monica's cunt. To please her with her tongue. To make her cum.

She imagined looking down past her own breasts, past her flat stomach, to see Monica looking up from between her legs. To feel her tongue,

Suzie gripped the steady bar in the shower tightly and cried out as she spasmed around her sliding fingers and came. Hard.

She started to breath normal again. She stuck her head under the cascading rain of the shower and let the water wash over her.

Monica's parting words played and replayed in her mind: "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

Suzie could feel the stares when she made her way into the restaurant.

After her shower she did her makeup and hair flawlessly, and slinked into the perfect, shimmering dress Arthur had gotten for her. It was the kind of dress that didn't allow her anything underneath, and it hugged her body like a lover. The shoes wrapped around her feet like golden snakes.

She looked good, she knew it, but she still felt her face flush at the attention; no one had ever looked at her like that before. It was equal parts embarrassing and exhilarating.

"Wow," she heard from behind her, turning to meet Arthur. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," she said with a coy smile. She could say the same thing for him as well. The man sure knew how to dress, that was for sure, and his wavy blonde hair was styled perfectly. His collarbone and chest peaked out through the undone buttons of his shirt. She wondered what it felt like. "Thank you for the dress. It's lovely."

"I'll say," he smiled, taking her hand and spinning her around slowly. "Amazing."

The host led them to their table, and the two shared a bottle of wine that was waiting for them.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?"

"I did," Suzie replied, smiling to herself at the thought of Monica. "Very much so. I met some really cool people, and hung around and;" suddenly she remembered the credit card. "Here, I need to give this back to you."

"Didn't you use it?"

"I did, but, I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because," she started, "this trip, this dress, everything, it's been truly amazing, but, I can't take your money. I can't feel like you're,” She couldn't quite finish the sentence, so Arthur did it for her.

"Paying you?"

"Exactly."

There was a pause, and Arthur took a sip of his wine.

"Paying you for what?"

His gaze was piercing. She felt a tingle in her body.

Before she could form an answer, she heard the voice of an angel from heaven call out "Suzie!" All at once, Monica was there. Stiletto heels held aloft skin-tight denim barely containing her considerable curves. Scoop neck blouse. Perfect cleavage. The tops of her breasts jiggled deliciously as she walked toward them. Hair done like a dream. Lipstick; red.

Suzie started to feel faint.

"It's so good to see you again!" Monica gushed, touching Suzie's wrist and meeting her with a big smile. Suzie had no words. Monica was an absolute vision. "This must be your business partner!" she said, turning to Arthur.

"Business? Uh, right; yes, Monica, this is Arthur," Suzie blurted, trying to get a hold of herself.

"Lovely to meet you, Monica," Arthur said, shaking her hand. Then he spoke to her in French, surprising and delighting the brunette beauty. Of course he did.

"Listen, I wanted to tell you, Suzie, the five of us are going on a late night cruise in a sailboat tonight; maybe if you're not too busy, you could join us?"

"I, um, I'm not sure,” Suzie stammered again. Arthur kept quiet, only observing, tickled at the young girl's flabbergasted state.

"Let's see what time we get done with dinner, Suzie; it's been a long day for both of us." Arthur finally offered, putting her out of her misery.

"Yes, dinner. See what time." Suzie barely managed.

"Ok, well, I hope to see you there," the raven-haired beauty responded with a big smile. And headed off.

Arthur noticed that besides the courtesy of introduction, Monica never once addressed him or looked at him. Her eyes were on Suzie only. He couldn't blame her. He also couldn't blame her for running her hand up Suzie's forearm before leaving the way she did.

"She seems nice," he offered with a smile to the flustered Suzie. "Is she one of the new friends you made today?"

"Yeah. Yeah she is." Suzie offered back, clearly distracted.

Arthur smiled.

Suzie remained distracted through the rest of dinner. Pretty soon their plates were cleared, the last drop was drunk, and the two headed back up to their suite in the elevator. Suzie's mind was not on the near future, but on the possible future the entire ride.

Arthur held out his hand as they exited the elevator. Suzie snapped out of her daydream and gently took it.

They entered their suite, and Suzie felt a drop in her stomach. She had a decision to make.

"I need to go freshen up," she said, and padded off to her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about the decision in front of her. She couldn't stop thinking about Monica. She wanted to stay, but she didn't know if it was right. But then again, she had never quit anything in her life.

Arthur was waiting for her on the balcony when she came back out. The wind gently caught the collar of his shirt as he sipped his scotch.

Suzie took a deep breath.

"Arthur, I;"

"Before you say anything else," he said, cutting her off, "I have a surprise for you." she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Put your sneakers on," he smiled.

Suzie was beaming. The warm night air was racing through her hair, the sound of the ocean water split and rolled from every side, and Monica sat next to her, the two delightfully rapt in conversation.

Arthur's surprise was that not only had he gotten them a spot on the night time cruise, he made sure Monica and her friends were the only other people on the boat.

Suzie looked over at Arthur who was enjoying his conversation with Sherri and Duke. He looked back at her. She smiled. He winked.

Suzie excused herself momentarily and made her way down below to use the restroom on the boat. She was all smiles. Floating along the boards back from the head, she was suddenly distracted from her swooning by muffled sounds coming from the far cabin. Passionate sounds.

Curiosity getting the better of her she followed her ear till she got to the slatted door of the rear cabin. Careful not to reveal herself, she peaked in and saw a familiar sight: Liv's bare breasts. This time however they were in the hands of Charlie as he gripped and squeezed them, sucking on her hard nipples. She was propped up on the lipped edge of the cabin, her long, tanned legs wrapped around her lover, taking his cock inside her with each loving, assertive push.

Liv was clearly enjoying herself, her mouth hung open in deep, forceful gasps. She didn't need to announce it, Suzie could clearly tell she was cumming.

After her body stopped vibrating, Liv gently pushed Charlie backward, slipping him out of her. Suzie took in the sight of his glistening cock. It was big. Suzie watched in awe as Liv smiled, kissed Charlie on the lips, and then sank to her knees in front of him.

Charlie let out a long sigh when Liv took him into her mouth and began to work his length with her big, pillowy lips. This was no slow, sensual blowjob, Liv was on a mission. Her hand joined her mouth on his shaft, working him in time, her other hand lovingly cupping his balls. Charlie moaned, breathing heavy. It was only a couple moments before he let out a whispered "fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

Liv moaned in approval and opened her mouth, resting the head of his straining cock against her outstretched tongue. Her hands continued to work his shaft and balls with determination, and a loud, uncontrollable grunt escaped Charlie's throat. Suzie saw the first thick, white rope of cum leap into Liv's mouth. Then another. Then a third. A fourth, all gleefully jumping into her open mouth or splattering on her tongue.

Suzie had only heard stories from other girls about blow jobs, about their guys cumming in their mouths, and most of her girlfriends shared the same opinion: it was pretty gross. But here, with her boyfriend's cock spurting wildly, Suzie saw the corners of Liv's open mouth turn upward into a smile. The smile never left her face as Charlie's orgasm ebbed and Liv closed her mouth to swallow what he had given her. Never left as she took his spent cock back into her mouth gleefully to clean up what she missed. Never left as they basked in the afterglow. It was clear

Suzie slipped away back above deck to give them their privacy. She couldn't help but notice how wet she was.

Coming back above deck, the buzz of what she just witnessed coursed through her still as her eyes fell on Monica, who was talking to Arthur. She took a moment to drink it all in. To drink her in.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" The captain asked in a thick, Italian accent. Suzie turned to meet her, a statuesque beauty with long legs and auburn hair.

"Very much so, thank you," Suzie replied. Even the employees here were amazing, Suzie thought.

Looking back at Monica and Arthur, Monica turned to her and smiled. Suzie sighed longingly, smiled back, and moved to join them.

Soon enough the trip was over and the boat returned to the dock. The companions all said goodnight, Monica and Suzie taking the most time to part. They hugged. Suzie felt Monica's perfect body press tight against hers. Then a kiss on her cheek, a gentle squeeze of her hand as they parted, and a hope that they'd see each other again tomorrow.

Suzie floated back toward the hotel. Arthur didn't dare interrupt, and the two headed back in glowing silence.

In the elevator, Suzie couldn't help but reflect on how magical an evening it was. She replayed the moments in her mind, lingering on Monica's smile, on the times they fleetingly touched. She smiled to herself.

Her eyes then fell to Arthur. He was watching her from across the elevator, smirking pleasantly as he took in her elation. He had done this for her. He knew. He put the whole evening together, just for her.

"Thank you for tonight." she dripped in a syrupy tone. "Why did you do that for me?"

He looked her in the eye.

"Because I want you to have everything you desire."

Suzie held his stare. She saw no lie.

Her tongue gently moistened her lips.

Crossing the elevator floor, in a moment she was in front of him, breathing heavy. Nervous.

Her hand slid down the button panel and found the emergency stop button. She pressed it.

They hung between floors.

Suzie touched his arms. They felt strong.

Reaching up, almost on her tiptoes, she kissed him once gently on the mouth, and then, returning from the kiss, slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

Suzie felt her pulse pounding in her ears. Her hands were on his thighs. She felt his firm muscles underneath the fabric of his pants. Heart racing, she placed a flat hand over his zipper; she could feel him; he was already beginning to thicken.

A flutter swelled inside her stomach.

Using two hands, she steadied herself, and then slowly worked down the zipper of his pants. Her breath was already ragged as her fingers parted the fabric like the curtains of a play.

Then she felt him. She gently freed him from the confines of his pants, and all at once there he was: big, full balls; warm, thickening shaft, all smooth and hairless.

She felt the weight of his member in her hands, and she watched in amazement as it plumped into a full, strong erection.

"I've never done this before," Suzie practically whispered, looking up at Arthur like a nervous virgin. She felt one strap of her dress fall down off her shoulder; she didn't fix it.

"It's ok," he said with a smile, gently placing a comforting hand on the side of her face, "you'll learn."

Suzie's opened her mouth slowly, and felt a gentle guidance from the hand on her cheek. She followed the guidance, leaned in, and then for the first time in her life, 19 year old Suzie Travino took the soft, spongy head of a hard cock into her mouth.

Her lips closed. She was careful to not knick his sensitive flesh with her teeth. She felt around this new addition with her tongue, getting a sense for the feel, the ridges.

Arthur moaned.

Bracing her hands on his hips, Suzie closed her eyes and began to move. Her mouth watered as her lips began to slide over his flesh, making his cock slicker and slicker.

The gentle guidance of Arthur's hand returned, and she followed. He helped her along, drawing her mouth up and down his shaft. Her mouth watered. She felt him throb against her tongue. Soon Suzie's trepidation turned into determination.

Arthur moaned.

Her speed and intensity began to increase, but it was reckless. Unrefined.

Holding on tight to Arthur's hips, Suzie suckled and slurped on his cock at a deliberate, determined pace. She gagged once or twice as she tried, and failed, to take all of him into her mouth.

Regrouping and catching her breath, Suzie changed tack. Holding the fat, flared head of his cock in her mouth, suckling it like a nipple, Suzie brought her hands up and began stroking and massaging his shaft and balls.

Arthur moaned louder. His hand left her face and he braced himself on her bare shoulder.

Heat filled her entire person as she suckled and stroked. Arthur's grunts and moans were fuel to her, and they were beginning to come quicker and faster.

The thick cock in her mouth grew even stiffer. The head flared against her tongue.

"I'm going to cum, Suzie," Arthur gasped, "you're going to make me cum."

Suzie never ceased her pace, sucking and tonguing his head, stroking and milking with her hands. Arthur gripped her shoulder tight. He touched the side of her face again with his other hand. He cried out.

His balls shifted and jumped in her hand, her mouth flooded with viscous, salty cum.

She froze as his cock pumped and spasmed, filling her mouth with his semen.

It kept coming, and instinctively Suzie swallowed.

More cum.

She swallowed again.

And again.

His spasming slowed and ebbed. His breathing returned to normal.

Suzie slipped her lips off him and gently tucked his cock back into his pants and raised up his zipper. He offered her his hand and she took it, raising back to her feet. She fixed her fallen strap that had partially exposed her breast.

Suzie turned off the emergency break, and the two stood in silence the rest of the trip up, neither taking their eyes off the other.

Entering the suite, Suzie reached for a bottle of water, taking a big pull.

"Goodnight, Arthur," she said as she turned and made her way toward her room. "I'll see you tomorrow."

By Liminally Spaced for Literotica

By Liminally Spaced, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

Suzie Travino was exhausted. She was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a surprise that she decided to go into architectural design.

Most surprised, and most displeased, was her father. Suzie's dad had her whole future practically mapped out, and it definitely didn't involve architecture. She was going to go to the same school he did, at a reduced legacy rate, which would save money to put toward law school, where she would succeed wildly, ace the bar, and then take over his practice one day so he could retire.

This was not what she wanted, however, and the fact that she went against her father's wishes put that much more stress on her to succeed. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't' nearly as generous with his money as he would have been if she had just done what he wanted.

Suzie was tired of doing what other people wanted. Trouble was, she was good at it. She never rocked the boat, and was too concerned about how other people viewed her to ever stand up for herself and assert what she wanted.

Going to architecture school was the first thing she had ever done for herself, and it was dangerously close to blowing up in her face. Classes were harder than she ever imagined, and she had been focusing on nothing else for the past eight months. Maybe her dad was right, she thought, maybe she should have just done what he wanted. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have put on twenty pounds, and wouldn't have nightly stress dreams. Maybe she'd have time for a social life.

In high school, Suzie was a social butterfly. She was a people pleaser by nature, so she was easy to get along with, and easy to date, once her father allowed it. No dating till she was 18, he decreed, and Suzie obeyed. Once the time came she got a boyfriend, because that's what you were "supposed to do." She wasn't even sure if she really liked the guy, but her dad did, and he checked a box, so that was enough for her. At least that's what she thought.

She was also a perfectionist. Due to her nature, or due to the pushing of her father, Suzie always wanted to be the best at whatever she did, and she applied the same drive that made her high school class valedictorian to all facets of her life, including her love life. Suzie was determined to be the perfect girlfriend, even though she herself was unsure of what she truly wanted romantically. She wasn't even sure she even really liked men.

Despite only having one boyfriend, she had a pretty active fantasy life, as her hormones and desires started firing off, and more often than not when enjoying the pleasures of her own company she found herself thinking not about her boyfriend, or any man for that matter, but other girls in her class. Like Chrissy Thomas, the skinny, big-breasted theater girl.

Suzie liked Chrissy, and liked her style. Suzie couldn't help but notice that Chrissy definitely dressed to show off her considerable assets while never making it look like she was. Chrissy never showed skin or cleavage, but also never shied away from tight, form fitting tops that accented her flat stomach and huge tits. Something spoke to her about Chrissy's expression-through-repression, and it turned her on immensely. Suzie, like practically everyone in the class, male or female, was desperate to see her bare breasts, but it was the thoughts of sucking them, kissing them, kissing her, that made Suzie wonder about herself.

As stated, she wanted to be the perfect girlfriend. She knew being physical was a big part of that, and she was excited to experience it. Sex however, was off the table. She had plans, and was not willing to risk getting pregnant, no matter how many precautions were taken. This wasn't to say that Suzie and her boyfriend never got physical, however. She wanted to keep him happy, but wanted to make sure she didn't come off too slutty, and so as she prepared for dating, she decided that handjobs would be the extent of their sexual experimentation.

Maybe not ideal to some, but as mentioned before, Suzie was a perfectionist.

The first time Suzie experienced her boyfriend's cock, she was fascinated more than turned on. Both soft and hard at the same time, she liked touching it, and her boyfriend definitely seemed to like when she did so. She knew what the end result was supposed to be, and she had a basic idea of how to get there, but she was taken very much by surprise at how quickly he shot off that first time. She barely got her hand around it when suddenly he moaned and tensed. She saw two spurts of white leap out of his tip, and then her fingers got warm, sticky, and wet as the rest of his load pulsed out over her fingers like a melting ice cream cone.

She smiled; if this was all it took to get a guy off, she would have no trouble doing this from time to time.

The second time, however, didn't prove to be so simple. It took longer, and she realized she really had no idea what she was doing. She was determined to make sure that didn't happen again, so from then on, for the rest of their senior year-spanning relationship, Suzie practiced, much to her boyfriend's delight. By the time they broke up just before leaving for college, Suzie had gone from shy strokes to confident milking, and she felt confident that she gave the best handjob in her whole class.

But she wanted to know for sure. She needed to know for sure. She needed the only person who could tell her for sure: the biggest male slut in the school, Dez Carter.

Suzie and Dez didn't exactly travel in the same social circles. Dez was a star running back, Suzie was a star bookworm. But Dez had a reputation, and she was sure he'd be amenable to being part of her experiment.

So the final week of classes, Suzie approached Dez and laid it out for him: she needed to test her handjob skills on someone with experience, so she was offering a one time, no strings attached handjob in exchange for an honest review of her abilities.

"Just a handjob?"

"Just a handjob. That's it."

"What's in it for me?"

"What?" Suzie said in mild shock, "what do you mean what's in it for you? You get a handjob!"

"Why would I want a handjob from you when I could fuck practically any girl I want?"

He had a point. She might be giving him an orgasm, but at the end of the day it was he who was doing her a favor. Still, she was confident in her skills, so she went for broke.

"Ok, listen. If you let me give you a handjob, and if you can honestly say that it is not, hands-down, the best handjob you've ever gotten,” she took a breath, "I'll let you take my virginity. And you can tell anyone you want about it."

A big smile formed on Dez's face. He had always had a bit of a thing for Suzie, if only because she was such a big question mark. Always with the same guy, no stories about her, plus the allure of fucking the smartest girl in the class always made his cock buzz.

"I don't think your boyfriend's gonna like that."

It was true. She was still with her boyfriend, and part of her felt bad about going behind his back like this, but she also knew it was only a matter of time until they broke up and went their separate ways for college.

"He's not going to find out. Because I'm not going to lose."

Dez smiled again. This was a no-lose situation for him. Even if she was right, all he had to do was say it wasn't the best, and he was free to be the first one to fuck this fine Asian bookworm. That plus her cockiness made it impossible to say no.

That Friday, Suzie found herself in Dez's basement bedroom, wondering if she had gotten in over her head as Dez freed his big, black cock from his pants. She was slightly in awe. It was only the second cock she had ever seen, and it was much bigger than her boyfriend's. It would require every skill she had developed to please. Suzie gulped, stretched her hand, and got to work.

Suzie would leave Dez's house with her virginity, and her ego, fully intact.

Thinking about it later, given the situation, the heat of the moment, she was surprised she didn't sleep with Dez anyway. He was a good looking, experienced guy, it was sure to have been a good first time, but Suzie wasn't interested in that. Truth be told, she wasn't even that interested in it when it was her boyfriend she was with. He did his best when they fooled around, but he didn't have the same drive to be the best at it that she did. She told herself that's why she found her mind wandering anytime his hands made it between her legs. Why she needed to think of Chrissy Thomas' tits to get wet; why she needed to think of that one night, that one "almost" with the gothic smoke show Tara, to get anywhere even close to cumming.

Suzie obviously had considered she might be gay, or at the very least bi, but she pushed that possibility way down, straight out of her mind. Her parents wouldn't accept it, and neither would her life's plan. She was going to meet and marry a successful man and have children with him, and that was that. But still, anytime Suzie had a little too much to drink, her inhibitions started to slip away, and that little "what if?" inside her started to push itself up towards the surface.

Suzie didn't want to call her feelings for Tara a crush, but that's absolutely what they were. Tara was the kind of girl who just oozed sexuality, and Suzie just chalked it up to the fact that pretty much everyone, male and female, had naughty thoughts about Tara. But that didn't explain how; at a party one night Suzie found herself alone in a room with none other than Tara, touching, kissing, groping; feeling each other's bodies.

Tara was topless, revealing to Suzie a perfect pair of breasts that made her mouth water. She felt them. They were perfect. She kissed them; they tasted perfect. Tara squealed when Suzie instinctively took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. Then, a bolt of pure lightning shot through Suzie's body when she felt Tara's hand touch her cunt over her pants.

They rolled over. Tara's skirt bunched up. She took off her panties. Suzie felt a draw towards her flushed lips in a way she never did toward her boyfriend's cock. She dropped her head lower. Sliding towards it.

A phone buzz; her father.

Suzie snapped out of it, like she had awoken from a trance, and rushed out of the room with a flurry of embarrassment and "sorrys”.

Back at home Suzie did her best to get the vision of Tara's wet, willing cunt out of her mind. She pictured her boyfriend's hard cock as she touched herself that night, but it was Tara's cunt she saw when she started to cum.

She had high hopes for possible romance once she got to college, but those were quickly dashed once the intensity of her program revealed itself. With little time for anything else, she barely had time to make friends, let alone take a lover, save for a single night toward the end of her first year.

Working late at the lab, crunching to complete their projects for the semester, she and her classmate named Charles fell into each other's arms born out of sheer exhaustion and stress. He was cute and nice, and the spontaneity of it turned her on immensely. She needed a release, an explosion, and so right there in the architecture lab, Suzie found herself balanced on a nearby table, feeling a man push into her for the very first time.

It was sudden, it was fast, and if it hadn't been for Charles' semen splattered erratically on her lower stomach, she might not have even had proof anything had happened. She had been on birth control for a number of years, but even in the chaos of that moment, not having a condom, she was wise enough not to chance throwing her life off course by letting this random man finish inside her.

Suzie was happy it happened, and the experience wasn't unpleasant. She enjoyed the feeling of someone on top of her, the sweet pleasurable pain of a real life cock spreading her open, but afterward she found herself mildly disappointed. She had expected sex would be a new task for her to master enthusiastically, but whether because of the middling experience, or her overwhelming workload, she found herself generally disinterested with a repeat performance.

However, when the nights rolled around, and she was alone in her dorm room, she very enthusiastically slipped her dildo in and out of herself, thoughts of Chrissy's tits and Tara's cunt filling her desperate mind.

But now, here she was, back home after her first grueling year, doing her best to keep a face on that says school hadn't crushed her soul, that her social and love life weren't bottomed out, and that she knew exactly what she wanted and was being successful at getting it.

"Suzie, Arthur's coming by tomorrow, I want you to make sure you say hi to him. He's got an internship opening you'd be perfect for!" Her father shouted up at her as she settled into her bedroom.

Suzie groaned, and fell face first onto her bed. It was going to be a long summer.

Suzie slept harder and longer than she had in months. The next morning she didn't exactly wake up refreshed, but she definitely was on her way, and she had to admit the comfort of her own, familiar bed did wonders.

Padding down to the kitchen to make some toast and find some coffee, the thunderous,’ up-and-at-them’ voice of her father shook out whatever sleep was left in her head.

"Suzie doll! You slept almost all day! Is this the kind of slacking they teach you at that art school of yours?"

Suzie hated it when he called her university "art school." The blatant disrespect sent a spike of migraine through her temple every time he did. And for the record, it was 11 am, not exactly the whole day.

"Just trying to get some breakfast, dad," she said weakly.

"Well don't eat too much. Arthur's coming for lunch in an hour and you don't want to look too bloated. Get yourself together and come down so you can talk, okay?"

"Sure, dad," she said, already regretting coming home at all.

Suzie couldn't help but hear her father's words in her head as she looked at herself in the mirror, fresh out of the shower. "'Don't look too bloated,'" she repeated sarcastically as she looked over her body in the mirror, "thanks dad." It was true Suzie had put on weight, the freshman fifteen plus give or take five pounds extra, but she discovered her genes were on her side, noting that the added weight seemed to settle in the best places possible.

Skinny with small breasts and only the glimmer of an ass was how she had remembered herself, but the freshman fifteen (or twenty) had actually filled her out quite nicely. Her small breasts had plumped into solid handfuls, and her hips had developed a nice curve, turning that glimmer of an ass into something much more tangible. To her father she probably looked fat, but to her, she actually was starting to feel like a woman.

Throwing on a sensible blouse and some leggings, Suzie went down to find her father and Arthur lounging with drinks and a charcuterie board on the back patio.

Arthur was a young businessman her father had worked with for a couple years. A little over thirty and independently wealthy, Suzie's father was smitten with his success. He also appreciated Arthur's no nonsense straight talk, and the two became fast friends. Arthur quickly became a regular at the Travino household, and he and Suzie's dad loved to steal away and talk business.

Suzie wasn't even sure what Arthur's business was, but whatever it was he seemed to be very good at it. She stalked him online and found many a photo of Arthur in very expensive suits in very expensive locations, and apparently with a variety of different beautiful women. She did have to admit he was a good looking guy; that, plus his money and his skill at dressing, assured her he'd have no trouble finding someone to keep him company. They had become friendly, but he was firmly her father's friend, and neither paid the other too much mind.

Golden, wavy hair, a big smile, and an expensive watch rose to greet her, and she shook his hand and joined them at the table.

"Suzie, come on, is this what you'd wear to a job interview?" Her father said as they all sat down.

"I'm not at a job interview, dad, this is lunch at my house." she said with minimal snarkiness, reaching for a curl of prosciutto and cheese.

"Didn't you just eat breakfast?" Her father said flatly. The cheese tasted sour.

"So," Arthur interjected, trying to change the subject, "how'd your first year at Architecture Design school treat you?"

"Fine, thanks," Suzie said, meeting his smile with a weak one of her own. At least he took what she was doing seriously, unlike her own father.

"That's a tough beat; I have a few friends who've gone through there. Not all of them graduated, but the ones who did are doing very well for themselves."

She smiled again. She didn't need him to come to her defense, but it was still nice to have an ally.

"Yeah, it's intense; nothing I can't handle though."

"That's good to hear." He sipped his drink

"Enough about that," her father piped in, "you're not at school, you're home now, which means you need a job. Lucky for you Arthur here has an internship program that will get you some excellent experience in the business world, and he's willing to take you on for the summer!"

"Oh yeah?" Suzie said, her defenses rising up again, "and what exactly is it that you do, Arthur?"

"Mergers, acquisitions," he said, skipping the details because he knew she didn't care, "it's an international firm that moves around lots of assets. It might not really be your thing."

"What?" Her father blurted, "of course it's her thing! If you're gonna be a business lawyer you gotta know business!"

"Dad, I'm not; "Suzie's eyes rolled again, defeated.

"You know, there are some other firms I have connections to that could be much more applicable to what Suzie's interests are. I could make some calls; " There he was, doing his best again. Unnecessary, but appreciated.

"Don't be silly. Why go to the trouble; my Suzie is perfect for your program!"

Arthur looked at Suzie, who was glum and dejected.

"Listen, Suzie," he said, trying to smooth things over. He didn't want her to feel ganged up on. "Why don't you and I have lunch tomorrow, and I can give you the details of what the program entails, and if you like it, we can move forward, and if not, I'd love to hear all about your AD program. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" Her father answered for her. "That'll give her just enough time to get her act together," he said rather sternly.

"Yeah, sounds great," Suzie weakly parroted. This was going to be rough.

She stayed silent, picking at her uneaten meat as her father yapped on to the son he never had, until finally she'd had enough and blurted out "I have to go, I think I just got my period."

Her father stammered as she left, the female reproductive system always being a point of embarrassment and discomfort for him. Arthur just smiled a wry smile, knowing exactly what sort of ruse she just pulled.

The next day, Suzie pulled on clothes even less appropriate for a job interview than the day before, and reluctantly met Arthur for lunch.

"Feel free to get anything you want; lunch is on me." Arthur said as the waitress came over.

"I'll have a mimosa," Suzie said, immediately testing the limits.

"Can I see some ID?" the waitress said, an eyebrow cocked.

Suzie stared at her for a second, then at Arthur, who raised his eyebrows at her in helplessness. "I'll have an ice tea," she grumbled, defeated once again.

"Nice try," Arthur laughed as the waitress left. "You know I wasn't sure if you would show up."

"Neither was I."

"Why'd you come?"

"Why'd you invite me?"

"Because I know what it's like to have an overbearing father who thinks he knows what's best for his kid."

Suzie started to soften.

"So you're not going to give me the internship?"

"God, no!" He laughed, "you clearly want nothing to do with it; which is fine, by the way, totally fine."

"Then what's this about?" she said, her guard still up a bit. The waitress delivered their drinks

"It's about lunch. Between friends." He raised his glass to Suzie. "And about relaxing, and having a break. We can both say we did it, and both tell your dad it wasn't the right fit, and I can get you some contacts you'll actually want. deal?"

Suzie tentatively raised her glass to his, a smile finally starting to crack through her stoic demeanor.

"Deal."

Lunch was delicious. Suzie and Arthur talked, they laughed, they bonded over how ridiculous her father could be. He turned out to be much more interesting than she expected, and was actually interested in hearing about her time at school. Soon the topic got to traveling, and Suzie let slip she knew a bit more about him than she let on.

"What do you mean you know I've been to Malta?" He said, big smile beaming.

"I've stalked you a bit online," she said with an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I mean I need to know what weird guys my dad's hanging around with."

"Oh I'm weird now?"

"Well you were weird. At first. Now you're just, mysterious."

"I see,”

"Malta looks beautiful though; my English teacher Ms. Dorman went there last year and had the most amazing pictures. I'm meeting her for lunch later this week, and I'm gonna ask her all about it."

"Julia Dorman?" he said with a slight hesitation.

"Yeah, wait; do you know her?"

"I know she went to Malta,” he paused, a smirk pulling at his lips, "because she went there with me."

"What?" Suzie exclaimed much too loud for their public setting.

"Is it so weird that two people around the same age would know each other in this town?"

"But you're not from this town."

"True."

"How did you meet? How long have you known her?"

"We met right around this time last year."

Suzie started doing the math in her head

"Last year? But her Malta pictures are from last year. Like July."

"Correct."

"So you met her in late May, and were taking her to Malta with you in July?"

"Correct."

"Were you guys dating?"

"No, I wouldn't say that."

"Then why did a woman you just met go on a trip like that with you?"

"Well,” Arthur paused. He hadn't expected he'd get into this area of his life today. But still, Suzie was fun, and he had no reason to lie. So he didn't. "The truth is I take a big, multi-week vacation every year, and every year I bring a different woman with me. Usually one I've only just met."

"What? Why?" Suzie asked, leaning in.

"Because I like meeting new people, and getting to know them."

"And you pay for the whole thing?"

"We each contribute,"

"There's no way Ms. Dorman could afford a trip like that, not on a teacher's salary." Suzie said, starting to become suspicious. "Is it a sex thing?"

"What?" Arthur started to laugh.

"A sex thing. Are you like paying these women for sex?"

"No, not at all," Arthur assured her. He paused as he tried to reframe it. "I'm not paying them for anything. We have, an arrangement." He took a sip of his drink. "And if at any time they become uncomfortable with our arrangement, they are free to leave, no questions asked, no hard feelings."

"I see," Suzie said, tumbling over what that might all mean in her mind. "How many times have your companions, asked to leave early?"

"It's never happened."

"I see." There was a small pause, not awkward, per se, but dense, before Suzie checked her watch. "Well damn, if we haven't been here yapping for two whole hours! I should probably get going."

"That sounds good, it was great talking with you, hopefully this was relaxing."

"It was!" she said honestly. "And thank you so much for lunch. I'm glad we did this. You're, much more interesting than I expected."

Arthur laughed "I'll take that as a compliment. And I'll be in touch with those Arch contacts soon, sound good?"

"Sounds great." she smiled. They shook hands. She turned to leave, but something stopped her. "So who you going with this year?"

"Hmm?"

"On your trip, who you going with?"

"I don't know. I, haven't met the right person yet."

"Well, good luck!" she gave a thumbs up and started off on her way, immediately mortified at how awkward she just was.

Suzie sat across from Ms. Dorman, or Julia as Arthur knew her, and just couldn't believe it. Everyone at school who knew her knew Ms. Dorman had been engaged for a long time, so the revelation that she went on an elaborate, expensive trip with a man she had just met seemed surprising and, unlike her.

At 29 Ms. Dorman was still young, but she never displayed any kind of impulsiveness, at least not that Suzie ever saw. She knew Ms. Dorman was smart, seemingly much smarter than her small town teaching job gave her credit for. Suzie identified with that unspoken aspect of Julia's personality, and the two bonded quickly. She and Ms. Dorman had become friends, and were happy to get the chance to catch up. Freed from the formalities of teacher and student, Ms. Dorman seemed looser, more like a peer. With only 10 years between them, Suzie felt it too, and was glad to have a friend like her to talk to.

Suzie always liked the way Ms. Dorman dressed, stylish but not provocative, always managing to find something that went with the thick-rimmed glasses she was currently pushing up her nose after a hearty laugh. Unassuming and by the book, always ready with a big beautiful smile, when most people say the word cute, Julia Dorman was what they were picturing.

So what was she doing in Malta with a guy like Arthur?

"I saw your pictures from Malta," Suzie declared as their shared laughter settled. She took a bite out of a breadstick and scanned Ms. Dorman for a response.

"Oh?" She said, slowly stirring her drink with her straw.

"Yeah, they were gorgeous."

"Thanks; it was a pretty amazing time.

Julia gave up nothing so far. Suzie pressed on.

"Who did you go with?"

"Just a couple friends." A sip of her drink.

"A couple friends?" Suzie volleyed back, staring straight at her, following up with "Or just one?"

"A couple friends," Julia offered back with a quick smile.

"Was one of them named Arthur?"

The stirring stopped.

"Um, why would you, I don't,” Julia struggled for a response.

"Come on, Ms. Dorman, don't bullshit me!" Suzie laughed, "You went to Malta with Arthur Eckhart, and definitely no other freinds." her laugh continued. Ms. Dorman began to turn beet red.

"Oh my God,” Ms. Dorman muttered with embarrassment. "How do you; "

"He's a friend of my father's. I was having lunch with him, discussing an internship thing, and it came up that he and I have a mutual friend, i.e. You. Unless he was lying to me,” Suzie's eyebrows raised to the ceiling waiting for a response.

Julia sighed, defeated. "Yes. Last year when I went to Malta, I went with Arthur Eckhart."

"Ms. Dorman, you hound!" Suzie exclaimed.

"No, no, it's not like that," she denied, face still red, "he and I are just friends."

"Oh yeah? Then how come you went to Malta with him and not your fiancé?"

Julia's face dropped. A sore spot. Before she ever heard her response, Suzie began to feel bad for bringing it up.

"Richie and I broke up. Shortly after graduation last year."

"Oh no!" Suzie pouted. She had met Richie once and thought he was a good dude. "I'm sorry to hear that; what happened?"

"It just didn't work out. It had been over for a long time, we just didn't realize it. The engagement was a last ditch effort, but,” Ms. Dorman trailed off, choosing not to give all the details. Details like how they hadn't had sex in over a year, and how Julia had begun an affair with her co-worker, Dennis Ridley, who Suzie was sure to know as the school Gym teacher. She didn't mention how they'd meet every week or so, in her car, in the locker room, sometimes even in her classroom, and he'd fuck her. Poorly. She left out how she knew the first time she sucked his crooked cock and he held her head down as he came in her throat that he was never going to focus on her pleasure. She left out how guilty and degraded she felt bent over some conveniently sturdy piece of school furniture while he emptied himself into the condom inside her. How that somehow drove her to keep doing it. She left out how she cut it all off the first time Ridley tried for her ass, and how she told Richie everything that night. How Richie cried, and then admitted he had been sleeping with his ex-girlfriend. ", it just didn't work out."

Suzie reached out and took Julia's hand, tenderly. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Dorman."

"It's ok, it was for the best." She said, trying to perk up. "And please, if we're going to be friends, you need to call me Julia."

"Sure thing," Suzie said with a smile. "So how did you hook up with Arthur?" Suzie chose her words intentionally.

"His nephew graduated in your class; Brent Deacon."

"Oh yeah, Brent! I had no idea,”

"And so Arthur was in town for his graduation, and we met at the ceremony. My engagement was off by June, and well, I decided I wanted to take a chance and do something wild!"

"I'd say mission accomplished!"

"Yeah, Yeah me too."

Julia was staying mum on details, but that didn't deter Suzie.

"So did you find it to be reasonable?

"What's that?"

"The 'arrangement.'"

Julia's eyebrow went up. "Um,”

"Don't bother trying to dodge it, he already told me about it. Well, not details, but he said you guys had an arrangement to uh, split costs."

"That's true," she said with a slight shift in her seat.

"And?"

"And I found it, quite fair." Julia cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.

"I see," Suzie said, watching her teacher's reactions. "I gotta know, Ms; Julia, if he asked you to, would you go again?"

"Absolutely."

The two sipped their drinks in a moment of silence before moving on to another subject.

That night, Suzie tossed and turned. She couldn't stop thinking about what arrangement Ms. Dorman might have had with Arthur. What a newly single Ms. Dorman might have done to hold up her end of the bargain. They were both good looking people. She imagined them fucking on some grand balcony overlooking a gorgeous view. She wondered what Ms. Dorman liked. What she was willing to do. What she looked like naked.

She wondered what Arthur liked. What he wanted.

Fuck, she was horny. She hadn't had a chance to get herself off since she got home, and she was starting to feel it. She wondered how often Ms. Dorman got herself off.

She needed a distraction. She needed to get laid. So the first thing she did the next morning was send a thinly veiled text to her ex. They made a date for that night. Suzie felt a pleasant tingle in her belly.

That evening Suzie dressed to impress. A skirt that was short enough to entice, but not too short to be lewd, a nice jacket on top of a top that showed just enough skin, her newly-plump tits pushed up delightfully. Her makeup was on point. Her hair was on point. Simply put, she looked good.

Before she could head out, the booming voice of her father stopped her.

"Where you off to, Suzie?"

"Just meeting some friends, dad."

"Well don't stay out too late; I heard the internship didn't work out, so you're coming to the office with me tomorrow, ok?"

"But dad, I,"

"That's not a request, honey."

Suzie stood still, fuming. The level of control her father was exerting was already beginning to strangle her, even only after a couple days. She needed breathing room. She needed to be her own person. She had earned it.

Her anger never fully abated, even when she and her ex rolled around in the backseat of his car. They struggled to get their clothes off, and she felt a twinge in her back as he took her nipple into her mouth. He was overexcited, she was overly angry; it wasn't a great combination. It was clear they both needed more than just a classic handjob, so she didn't even try to limit him. They just tumbled together, tore at each other’s clothes, he sheathed himself quickly, and pushed deep inside her.

He fumbled to find a rhythm, clearly not much more experienced at it than she was, and they struggled to find a position that was comfortable. Soon Suzie found herself on her hands and knees, in the sweaty back seat of her ex's car, getting fucked at more than getting fucked, and suddenly had an epiphany that this was what was in store for her summer if she didn't make a change: days working a job for her father she didn't want, nights getting inelegantly penetrated by the closest guy she could find.

She felt him tense, grab her ass, push into her one more time, almost pressing her face against the door of the backseat, and cum.

Less than a half hour later she was back home, in her room, sore and unsatisfied. Once again she thought of Ms. Dorman. This time she kept thinking of Ms. Dorman, of Malta, and pretty soon the fingers that had slid down between her legs pulled a strong, buzzing orgasm out of her wound up, stress-filled body.

Suzie relaxed, mind clear.

She grabbed her phone and sent a text message.

"I want it."

"Want what, the internship?"

Arthur studied Suzie closely across the table. She had requested another lunch meeting via late night text, but wasn't sure about what. He could tell she was agitated, though.

"No," she said as confidently as possible. Truth was, she was shaking like a leaf with nerves on account of what she was about to ask. But she was doing it only for her, and that gave her strength. "I want to go with you. I want to be your vacation girl this year."

"What?" He said with an incredulous laugh. Not the response she hoped for.

"I want to be your vacation girl. Wherever you're going I want to go too."

Arthur scanned her. She was serious.

"Why?"

"Because I'm sick of other people telling me how to live my life. I want to do something for me for once. Something big. Something bold."

"No, I couldn't. Your father;"

"My father doesn't own me. Neither do you."

"You're only nineteen!"

"I'm an adult, and fully capable of making adult decisions."

Arthur paused. "Suzie, I don't think you know what you're asking."

"Why, because of this cryptic agreement? Tell me what the terms are, and I assure you I'll be agreeable."

He scanned her again. No sign of lies.

"This is something you really want, isn't it?"

Suzie stared him dead in the eye. "Arthur, it's something I need." She held his gaze, proving to him she wouldn't break. "The terms. What are they?"

"Suzie, I couldn't;"

"You can, and you will. I don't want you to treat me any differently than any of your other girls."

No lies again.

He had to admit she was striking. The touch of Japanese to her features was alluring, but it was her strength and determination he found most attractive. If she wanted it, he'd give it to her. He'd give her the deal and see if she flinched.

"The girls who travel with me must agree to one thing. They're free to do whatever they please on the trip; they can stick with me, they can do their own thing, it's up to them. I will, and am happy to, pay for all aspects of the trip. All I ask is one thing in return."

Suzie steeled herself for the catch.

"All I ask is that whenever I request it; and I mean whenever I request it; the women who travel with me must perform oral sex on me to completion."

Suzie didn't show it, but she felt sweat form on her back. It was quite a deal; the world at her fingertips, and all she had to do was suck this man's cock on demand. This attractive, powerful man. She had never sucked any man's cock before, something she wasn't about to let on. She gulped.

"Just oral?"

"I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do. The only requirement is oral sex, and it is non-negotiable."

Suzie felt her body tingle. This was an exciting prospect. Exciting, scary, a venture into the unknown that she knew at the very least would tell her things about herself she hadn't quite figured out yet.

"And this is the same deal Ms. Dorman agreed to?" Her body tingled again as she thought of Ms. Dorman, on her knees, sucking Arthur's cock.

"Yes."

Suzie took it all in. Swirled it around in her mind; the fears, the possibilities, the sensations, the freedom. She took a final gulp of her drink, straightened herself up, and asked one final question:

"When do we leave?"

To be continued.

By Liminally Spaced for Literotica

By April601. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In my early 20’s I dated a guy named Terry. He was a nice enough guy, very respectful and polite. He was my age and not the typical bad guy type that for some reason I seemed to attract or was it I was attracted to?

I began dating him and soon realized he was on the more serious side. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he could hold my attention for more than a couple of dates.

After somewhat of a wild start to my sexual journey I reached a point of self-respect and I had established a few ground rules for myself that I tried to follow. The first rule being that I tried not having sex on the first date! Well, I tried anyway; bless my heart. If I managed to get by that crucial rule, I had made up a few more hypothetical rules.

1. First dates were limited to heavy kissing only.
2. Second dates limited to touching, exploring. I would allow my date to touch my breasts and I would go no further than rubbing his groin thru his pants.
3. Third dates maybe a hand job.
4. Fourth dates possibly a blowjob, and
5. If we made it the fifth date there were no limits.

I thought these were reasonable limits for semi-nice girls, which I considered myself as being. If you haven’t heard how I was still a naive, shelter, fundamentalist virgin when an older married man deflowered me, we’ll need to have that conversation; because it explains a lot of my personal journey and progression toward sexual awareness of myself. It also added to my empathy for others with retarded sexual awareness in adulthood.

I remember telling several of my dates these rules but honestly, I don’t ever recall a time when I was able to really stick to them; except with Terry.

My first date with Terry ended with us just kissing and making out in his car. It was all pretty tame and controlled overall. He was polite and seemed to respect the limits and restrictions I was trying to follow.

Some guys are just terrified of sexual intimacy; and need encouragement and affirmation. Some guys are raised to think that all women view sex as dirty male desires, that women inwardly abhor, and only tolerate in marriage arrangements.

After our second date we again began to make out in his car. As things started to heat up with Terry, I reached into his pants to do an assessment of his manhood. I liked what I felt as it appeared to be a good size and worthy of a third date. Never being the patient type, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Yes, I know; I broke my second date rule.

As I began to play with my new toy, Terry stopped me and said he had something important to tell me. Really? I’m stroking your cock, and you want to stop and talk? This was a first for me.

He sheepishly told me he was a virgin! What! Really! He now had my attention. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I thought maybe he was playing games to entice me into having sex with him. He was a good-looking guy but a bit on the shy side, so maybe I could see it. I guess I must have overreacted as he immediately went limp. I apologized and that was pretty much the end of the date.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this good or bad? Should I go on a third date or run?

The next day I called my friend Jenny. She always had answers. I told her everything and wanted her take on the situation. Not to be mean but we did have a good laugh over it. Jenny had never been with a virgin before either. We both pondered over it and the more we discussed it the more intrigued we both became. We jokingly came up with the term “Virgin Boy.” But his sudden limpness was a result of my failure. He needed me to help him overcome his insecurity, and I’d just magnified it, instead. I owed him a do-over, if he’d even let me have another chance.

Jenny pointed out that guys think about sex hundreds of times a day. So if I were his first, he would probably then think of me every day for the rest of his life. Wow what an emotionally powerful thought that was.

“Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has sex with. You will always be remembered as ‘The One’,“ she said. “The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married; when he is 40 and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of his very first time.”

The more we talked about it the more we realized what a great opportunity this was. I think the thought of taking his virginity was turning us both on. By the end of the evening with Jenny, it was decided I would be his first.

But we also agreed that it had to be special, not just a quick hump in the car. This was becoming a huge responsibility for me. I had to do it right. It had to be extra special. I felt an obligation to make it special.

Jenny was dying to meet Terry so when he called for a third date, I told him my friend Jenny would be joining us. We all met at a bar and Jenny loved him. She gave me her approval but also had a suggestion. “How about for his first time he has a threesome with both of us? How special and memorable would that be!” I had threesomes with Jenny before during vacations, so it wasn’t out of the question. I told her I would have to think about it. I did have concerns, though.

A threesome sounded like a great idea but I knew that Terry would end up remembering Jenny and not me. Jenny was a bombshell. She was gorgeous and outgoing. Bigger curves, cute as fuck, guys were drawn to her like a magnet, that’s one of the reasons I loved hanging around with Jenny. She could be overbearing also. Sure, Terry would love to have sex with Jenny but what about me? What about me being “the one”?

As the weeks went on, I was doing my best to refrain from sex with Terry. He was cute and nice but really, he wasn’t anything special, he was just too serious for me. But Terry was a virgin, and this made him special to me. Taking his virginity was all I could think of. If he wasn’t a virgin, I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a third date. He was in my head or was it his virginity that was in my head. I was determined to take his virginity.

Up until this point I had dated older guys, and I was having sex on a fairly regular basis. With Terry I was not doing well without sex. Terry thought I was the good girl type by not having sex. Yes, I was sweet and innocent looking. But the lack of sex and the erotic thoughts about taking a young man’s virginity were driving me crazy. Self-gratification definitely increased during this waiting period.

I finally told Jenny that I wanted Terry for myself. I wanted him to remember me, not ‘Jenny and that other girl’. Besides it was me going without sex all these weeks. I needed his full attention. Jenny seemed a bit disappointed, but she understood.

Jenny and I came up with a plan. As both Terry and I still lived at home I suggested a weekend away in Niagara Falls. The honeymoon capital of North America, how appropriate was that?

Terry agreed and I was so excited. How could I make this special event even better?

Leading up to the weekend, I daydreamed how it all would play out. Would he ejaculate before we even start? Should I tease him or maybe just jump him? What should I wear? It was all I could think of. I was horny as hell in anticipation.

I bought a new nightie for the occasion. There really wasn’t much to it. It was short, sheer, and low cut, not much left to the imagination.

The day finally came. The long drive to Niagara Falls was filled with sexual tension. We chatted and joked during the drive, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I don’t think I ever thought about an impending sexual act as much as I did with Terry. I tried to rationalize it, after all we all lose our virginity at one point, but psychologically this had become a big deal for me. Maybe because my virginity was taken from me by a man ten years older than me that was only concerned about his own sexual gratification.

Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was my responsibility to make sure Terry’s loss of his virginity was a memorable and wonderful experience. Dam I was so thoughtful.

We arrived at our destination and checked into a cheap motel. I will always remember the name “The Rainbow Motel.” Terry was eager to begin and began groping me as soon as we entered the room but I quickly put a stop to it. I had a plan; this was going to be a slow seduction. We unpacked, freshened up, and went to get a bite to eat. No alcohol for either of us, I wanted him to remember this special night.

Once we got back to the room, we sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing. As things began to heat up I told him to get naked and in bed. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look.

I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so that he could see everything that was about to happen to him.

I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer, so I wasn’t hiding anything.

I slowly pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed with him. His cock was standing to full attention as he lay there. I could see he trimmed his hairs for the occasion. How sweet.

I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. I squeezed it tight as I stared at it. I could feel the pulsating blood as it gushed through his veins. I felt a sense of power as his virgin cock throbbed in my tight grasp. After many weeks of planning and anticipation the time had finally come. His virginity was in my hand. No pun intended.

I slowly began stroking him. I was very conscious of the possibility of him pre-ejaculating to my touch. I proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to over stimulate him. As I stoked him, I could hear his breathing picking up. I slowed down and began to coach him. I wanted this to last. I was in total control, and I loved the feeling it gave me.

I had thought it best to proceed and give him his first blowjob before he exploded in my hand. I slowly and seductively began kissing and licking his beautiful cock. Exploring his balls with my tiny fingers. I slowly lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and began slowly bobbing up and down, taking more of him inside of my mouth with every stroke. He was doing great and by now I was getting right into it. I began stroking and sucking his cock vigorously. I then moved down and began sucking and licking his balls. Placing first one them both in my mouth as I stroked him hard and fast.

I was hot and horny as hell by now and he was getting the full treatment. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I wanted to swallow his first blowjob load. This was all part of my plan.

Despite my best efforts he wasn’t ejaculating! This was not what I was expecting but I carried on.

It was finally time for me to take his virginity. I was so wet with anticipation. I pulled my nightie off, so I was completely naked for him, my plump tits swayed and jiggled to his visual delight, as I straddled him. I was going to make this special for him. I already had decided I wasn’t going to use any protection to diminish the feeling, bareback only. I wanted him to feel just how good sex can be. I proceeded to mount his stiff rod. Ever so slowly, I wanted him to feel every inch of me as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard throbbing cock. I was soaking wet as I easily engulfed his entire cock deep inside of me. He grabbed and squeezed my swaying breasts. My nipples were swollen and erect. I was primed and ready.

Slowly I began riding him. I was taking it slow and easy, as I didn’t want him to cum too fast. It felt so good to have his cock inside of me. The thought of finally taking his virginity was too much. He had barely entered me and immediately began having an orgasm. I shook and quivered as I began riding him faster. Oh my god! it was me that was pre-ejaculating and not him. Terry thrust deeply and pulled on my nipples as I let out a deep moan.

I was still deeply implanted on top of Terry as I regained my composer. He was still rock hard, so I continued to ride him. Soon I was riding him like crazy. I was bouncing on him like wild as he had a tight hold of my hips thrusting me down on his cock. He was giving it to me right back to me. I was riding him so hard and violently I was pretty sure something was going to break. Was it going to be the bed or his cock?

He wasn’t ejaculating. I was so aroused about taking his virginity I came once again. This time was even more powerful than the first. My whole body shook as I had violent spasms. I let out a loud deep moan as I had an orgasmic eruption. In my twenties it was very rare that I climaxed so having two orgasms on the first go was incredibly rare for me. My juices were flowing. I needed a good fuck after going without for so long and he was giving it to me.

Then it hit me…what’s going on here? If he really is a virgin why hasn’t he ejaculated yet? I was convinced he had done this before. This couldn’t possibly be his first time. Was I being doped? He just kept fucking me hard and fast. Eventually I had to stop. I was confused and yes maybe even a bit angry for being lied to. “You said you were a virgin. why aren’t you cumming?”

He apologized and explained he was used to very frequent masturbating, and this felt; well, different. It felt great, but just different. I suppose that is possible? He seemed to have no idea that frequent jacking off could diminish his responsiveness with a woman. I could tell by the look on his face he was telling the truth. I also realized that a frequently-masterbating man performs better when he can stroke a pussie fast, furious, & freely; so I should not be riding cowgirl, tonight.

After a bit of hugging and kissing, I went back to work and started with a nice long blowjob. I was determined not to stop until I swallowed his load. I encouraged him to stroke his cock while I sucked his bulbous tip and manipulated his balls. With his assistance we finally had him cumming in my mouth and he gave me a huge load to swallow. Hurrah, success at last. I was proud of myself. His confidence was restored and still rising.

I sucked and swallowed every last drop and even licked him clean. This was his first time, and I was being extra nice to him. I was making it special. I wanted to set the standard high for all future blowjobs. A standard that every other woman he slept with had to be compared to. Yeah, I gave him a great first blowjob!

Once he recovered, he mounted me missionary style and we both watched as he slowly entered me. We both began moving in rhythm as he fucked me.

I began encouraging him to fuck me harder, I could tell he was getting worked up and it wouldn’t be much longer now. He loved the nasty language I used as I assured him of his prowess. He loved hearing how much my pussie loved his cock inside me. His self-confidence was naturally very fragile, being a virgin in his twenties. I needed to unleash the beast in him, and I knew he needed my affirmations to get there.

As he was getting close, I told him to cum inside of me, that I wanted to feel his warm cum deep inside of me. He came hard and fast. I screamed out “yes! Oh, my, god; yes” as he filled me up with his warm virgin cum.

He made me work for it, but his virginity was finally mine. I will always be remembered as, “The One,” that will be remembered. I think I was thrilled more than him.

That weekend we had sex 20 more times. Yes, I kept count, 20 more times. We were like newlyweds. Terry just couldn’t get enough, and I never refused him. We tried several positions, failed at a few, and even laughed together at our lack of gymnastic acumen. There was no way he would ever forget me after that weekend.

When I got home on Sunday night, I swear I was walking bowlegged. I was exhausted and sore. I couldn’t wait to tell Jenny. I felt such a sense of accomplishment.

I was hooked on the sense of power, control, and the adrenalin rush I had felt.

• The planning, anticipation, and buildup of finally taking his virginity.
• The epic orgasm I had felt when I finally had his cock inside of me.
• The psychological pleasure I felt, knowing I was forever special to someone.
• That this memory would never be forgotten by either one of us.

I wanted to do it again; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to experience another virgin boy.

Since then, I have experienced several virgin boys. I will share my adventures about deflowering them, in time.

PS, I continued to date Terry for a couple of months afterwards. During that time he became quite proficient at sex. I was thrilled to be the experienced woman that taught him all about sex. It was quite a rush.

By April601 for Literotica

Young virgin college grad’s blind date with an Amazon Goddess.

By Bernard Marx – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jude was five-six, slim, and had a boyish face that could be better described as pretty than handsome. He compensates by trying to grow a beard.

Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and built. She was six foot two in heels. Her tits hung like ripe melons. Her juicy thighs and bubble-butt rounded out a form that could silence a room just by walking in. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their residence.

How they met..

They were truly the most passionate couple you’d ever seen, if not an unusual one to look at.

It’s amazing to think that their relationship started off with a prank.

At first Jude had been surprised at his friend, Jason, and his generosity that night. Setting up blind dates wasn’t normally the kind of thing Jason did. Jason explained that Jude deserved a break after graduating college without having scored even one girl’s phone number all four years.

Jude showered, shaved, put on his best - and only - suit, and went to the restaurant. The fears that he would be meeting some dumpy chess club girl immediately disappeared when he saw the angel already seated & waiting for him at the table. Her full crimson lips that begged to be kissed, big blue eyes, hair like gold silk, and generous rack stretching out the body-hugging magenta knit dress.

“Are you Jude?” Lyndsey asked with a pleasant smile.

He gulped. “Yeah.”

“I’m Lyndsey, nice to meet you.”

She thought Jude was charming and sweet; he thought Lyndsey was enchanting and funny. Jude couldn’t believe how lucky he was. But he was incredibly nervous, at the same time.

About twenty minutes into the date, through appetizers and drinks; Lyndsey said “Let me go powder my nose.”

When she stood up to her full, majestic height, Jude took in her towering statuesque presence. He suddenly felt like he was in an ancient Greek temple. She smiled and walked toward the back restrooms.

A man sitting at the nearest table, glanced at her as she walked past him, then locked eyes with Jude and started chuckling. Jude had been the recipient of short jokes for years, but this stranger’s laughter was an insult.

Jude snorted, then pulled out his phone and texted Jason:

Haw! Haw! Real funny, dickhead.

Jason’s response was three laughing-face emojis with three eggplants.

Jude thought about walking out then and there, but that would’ve been rude to Lyndsey. She’s been very pleasant company up til now.

It would be better to just ride the date out, then text her tomorrow with some vague excuse about he’s too busy to date right now.

Rejection is a hideous tormentor. And Jude’s fear of rejection often pushed him to do the rejecting, even when his fears were unfounded.

Lyndsey came back right as the waiter set their plates down in front of them.

“Don’t you just love it when you come back from the rest room and your food is waiting for you?” She asked as she sat down.

“Um, ah yeah, it’s great.” He poked at his salmon.

Lyndsey started twirling fettuccini around her fork, an awkward playful smile on her face. “I bet you were surprised at how tall I was, huh?”

“What? Oh, no. I mean … you’re not that tall.”

“Please don’t. I’m the same height as both my brothers.” She chuckled. “I’m not self-conscious about it, at least not anymore. High school days were rough, though.” She ate a forkful of pasta.

“I know what that’s like” Jude replied.  “I’m surprised you didn’t run off when you saw how short I was.”

Lyndsey looked Jude in the eye and with a reassuring gentle tone, said; “To tell you the truth, I’m not one of those girls who obsesses about guys’ heights, I’d be a hypocrite if I did.” She added a smile and a wink.

Jude smiled at that. “Jason is such a dick, he thought he was being so funny, setting us up.”

“Listen,” Jude said. ”I wouldn’t be insulted if you wanted to end this right now.”

“Nah, you’re cool” Lyndsey said with a smile & a raised eyebrow.

Things only got better from there. They laughed and talked while they ate, finishing a whole bottle of wine. When Lyndsey invited Jude to follow her back to her place, he was too buzzed and too enamored to say no. As they entered her condo, she showed him to the couch and sat next to him.

“It’s been ages since I invited a guy back here,” she purred, stroking Jude’s thigh.

“Uh huh.” His cock was getting hard. “Me too. I mean - ”

Giggling and giddy, she injected, “I know what you mean.” She smelled like flowers.

“You’re beautiful.” Jude said, in a most worshipful expression.

“Thank you, Jude.”

She placed both her hands on his cheeks and gently pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were so soft. He let her tongue creep into his mouth.

After a few minutes, he pulled back.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“I need to tell you something, Lyndsey.”

“What?”

“I’m …” He took a deep breath. “I’m … a virgin.”

Lyndsey smiled in a most appreciative way. She gently stroked his cheek. "That’s fine.”

“Really? You still want to be with me?” Jude smiled in obvious relief. Now his dick was hard as a diamond.

“Of course, I think it’s sweet. Something special saved just for me! I’ve always wanted to be someone’s first.” She gracefully stood up and kicked off her heels with purpose. Turning to look down to him, she added; “I’m going to make this a very special night for you.”

She reached behind her back and unhooked her dress, then lowered her dress down around her shoulders. Carefully pulling each arm out of the sleeves; she lowered the fabric down to reveal her luscious melons. They looked even bigger naked: plump, round, and rocking pendulously. Jude reached up for them, but his arms were too short, and she was too tall. Lyndsey bent down, grabbed Jude’s hands, and placed them on her breasts; he squeezed & massaged them. They were so soft and warm.

“Do you love them?” she asked.

“Oh, oh God, yes.” He stammered, struggling to contain her copious flesh in his delicate hands; precum started to ooze from the tip of his dick, still tucked in his pants.

“They’re all yours, tonight.”

Here was this towering example of feminine perfection offering herself to him, it almost didn’t seem real.

She let him fondle her for another minute before turning around and sliding off the lower half of her dress to reveal her pale, voluptuous ass. It was like twin moons in front of Jude’s face, and he felt like he was going to turn into a werewolf. She ripped off her thong, then slapped her right cheek.

“I love my ass.” She said, then bent over to twerk. Jude’s face grew hot, his dick felt like it was close to bursting out of his pants as he watched Lyndsey’s pale ‘badonkadonk’ ass quivering in front of him.

She turned around again to face her seated date, then pulled Jude up by his collar to stand facing her tits, and said, “You ready?”

He nodded resolutely. After throwing off his jacket, he tried to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers kept slipping.

Lyndsey softly touched his hand. “It’s alright, I got this.” She carefully undid each button, then slid his shirt off, smiling and giving him warm eye contact the whole time.

Jude wasn’t just about to lose his virginity; he was going to give his body to a beautiful angel who actually cared about him. But it was when she unbuckled his belt that he suddenly became nervous.

“Uh, Wait, Jack said, nervously. “I need to tell you -”

“It’s alright,” she unzipped his pants, and they fell to the floor. “I don’t really care about”.

She slid down his underwear and gasped - “Size. Oh my gawd!” she screamed in giddy delight.

She reverently caressed his organ. “It’s like a zucchini. A prized produce at the county fair!”

Jude winced. He felt like he could cum any second, so she let go and just knelt there, admiring his full package.

“Never.” He winced again. “When I was fourteen, my mom walked in on me. She went on for days, telling me how filthy I was. Shaming me into a state of severe self-loathing that I’m finally just getting past. I’ve been afraid to touch myself ever since.”

“Oh, you poor thing, you don’t understand pleasure.” She took his shaft in both hands and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna properly milk this king cobra for you.”

Lyndsey eased Jude back sitting the couch. Then positioned herself straddling, facing him, and slid her sopping wet pussy down onto Jude’s enormous pole.

“That feels so good,” Jude whispered.

“It’s about to feel even better.”

She started to slowly descend, fully taking his length inside her, then she began to grind side to side, rubbing her clit across his pubic bone. He wrapped his arms around her waist. The feeling of finally having a woman’s skin against his body was good enough to make a tear roll down his cheek.

Lyndsey engulfed Jude’s face in her deep cleavage as she started to buck, undulating her hips back and forth with practiced rhythm. Jude slid his hands around to her ass cheeks, squeezing them like a man holding on for the ride of his life.

“Smack my ass, baby,” Lyndsey moaned.

Jude gave her cheeks a gingerly tap.

“Uh, I said smack it,” she ordered. “I can take it.” An animal was revealing itself as the Amazonian woman sought her sexual release.

He raised his hands as high as he could and delivered two thunderous cracks to his lover’s luscious ass-cheeks.

“Yeah, That’s more like it, baby.” She assured him.

Their bodies were steaming-hot against each other. Pussy-juice dripped down Jude’s cock. Red patches bloomed on Lyndsey’s body as her panting grew more intense & her body overheated. Jude had been trying to hold his orgasm, to savor the feeling of being rigidly and fully connected to Lyndsey’s warm, wet depths. But now he was almost at his limit, with his head still buried between her massive tits.

Jude’s first time was perfectly situated. Lyndsey was in charge and she knew he could go off at any time. She was controlling all the action. He just sat there and  enjoyed the ride’. He had years of inactivity (unless you count the nocturnal emissions). But fortunately Jude was lasting long enough to give Lyndsey a fuck to remember, on a pole she didn’t think she’d ever get to enjoy.

“Emginnasplid,” he groaned into her titty meat.

Lyndsey reared back. “What’d you say, baby?” she panted.

“I said I’m gonna explode!”

“Explode! Yes. Explode inside me, baby. Gimme all that creamy gooey cum!” She arched her back and began a more rapid series of ‘elevator rides’ on his cock. Jude caught his breath and then began sucking one of her engorged nipples, while his hands wrapped her slender waistline.

After a few more quick pumps, Lyndsey suddenly froze in place. Her body went rigid, her eyes rolled back in her head. Jude held her upper torso, thinking she was going unconscious. Then her pussy clamped around Jude’s cock like a trap, triggering his payload of spunt to make their exit.

Jude let all resistance go. His own muscles tensed, and his balls contracted as thick cum rocketed into Lyndsey’s womb. She smiled blissfully as her depths took a direct hit of his blast. There was one volley, then another, then another; his pulsing dick had a mind of its own. His arousal ascending to unknown heights of ecstasy, sending wave after wave of pleasure into Jude’s brain, then tingling all over his entire body.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooohh! Oooohhhh!” Lyndsey moaned. Back arched and body quivering, she gripped over the backrest of the couch as though her raw ecstasy would launch her into the ceiling.

They both shuddered with one final wave of orgasm before Lyndsey collapsed onto Jude’s shoulder. He felt so small with her goddess body on top of him - it felt good somehow, safe. They held each other, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Once his cock softened & contracted, she rolled off of him. They sat there, catching their breath.

This woman is a complete contradiction to everything Jude’s mother had brainwashed him into believing. Sex is not ‘filthy’. God made sex. God made sex especially wonderful for humanity to experience! The lies, the shame, the self-loathing; Jude was now free of all of it. And Lyndsey was the best ambassador of this new freedom. She was free from shame and she rescued Jude from shame, as well.

“That was amazing.” Lyndsey caressed his cheek. “You’re perfect. You’re a lovemaking master!!

Then Jude started crying. Not only was he finally free, he was able to make a goddess like Lyndsey happy, satisfied, and yet wanting more.

"What’s wrong?” Lyndsey softly inquired, with her head on his shoulder.

“It’s …” he tried to say through his tears. “It’s just … I thought I might never get to do that with anyone, especially someone as beautiful; as perfect as you.”

“Oh, baby.” She rolled off him as she reclined; pulling him over, into her arms. “I’m here now. Don’t worry. You’ll never be alone again.”  Her words penetrated his soul. This bond of their spirits was indescribable. A holy moment of two hearts becoming one with each other; spirit, soul, and body. Years of Jude’s torment were now over. It was far better than all his Christmas mornings, all put together. The greatest gift he could ever dream of, was fully committed to him, and fully satisfied by him. She gently stroked his head until he fell asleep.

Jude opened his eyes up to a sunlit living room. He was still on the couch, but it was now evidently the next morning. At first, he thought the previous night had to have been a dream. Jude’s world had changed, and he still couldn’t fathom the depths of that change.

Then he realized he was still buck naked and an angelic female voice was softly singing in the next room. He also heard something sizzling in the next room, & smelled the delicious aroma of bacon. Ignoring any shame, Jude nakedly followed his nose into the kitchen where Lyndsey was standing at the stove.

“Morning, sleepy head,” she said with a blissful smile. She was wearing nothing but Jude’s dress shirt from the night before, it not only left the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out, but the top three buttons remained unbuttoned in full surrender to her massive boobs extending out.

He sat down at the dining table with plates of fluffy eggs and in a moment she arrived with a pile of crispy bacon. They didn’t talk much while eating, they just smiled at each other between bites.

“You’re a good cook,” Jude said after he finished.

“My mom always told me” Lyndsey said, blushing; “The best way to make a man happy is to keep his balls empty, and his stomach full.”

“Well, mission accomplished.” Jude declared.

She giggled. “Oh Gawd! Last night was amazing.”

“You did most of the work, my dear cowgirl.”

"Hey, don’t be modest. You’ve got the kind of dick I’ve been dreaming about,” she said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin and slid her plate aside.

He looked down at his member. "I’ve always known it was, well, above average, but I haven’t done anything with it.”

She reached across & rubbed his hand. “That’s what I’m here for.” Lyndsey declared. “Hey, What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, uh sexually?”

“Uh, Everything,” Jude admitted.

“Okay? Well, what’s the first sex thing that pops into your head?”

He looked at Lyndsey’s revealed massive tits threatening to pop the straining fourth button off Jude’s dress shirt.

“Titty fucking?” Jude supplicated.

Lyndsey smiled assuringly. She stood & cleared the table completely taking the things into the kitchen, then she came out a second later, and started slowly unbuttoning her man’s shirt in a burlesque show presentation. Jude’s cock was rock hard by the time she flung it off. She twirled and planted her ass on the end of the table, keeping a sultry expression, she maintained her intense gaze into Jude’s eyes; then lowed herself on her back in the middle of the sturdy oak table.

“Go ahead.” Was all she said with a slow wink.

Jude quickly climbed onto the table, straddling over Lyndsey’s torso with his thighs, then lowered his cock into the deep valley of her cleavage. she squeezed her breasts around him, the head of his cock poking through the top of her cleavage, to greet her. The tip of his glans seemed to be staring back to her, wanting her, calling her.

“No one’s ever been able to stick their dick all the way through,” said Lyndsey with glee. “Your heavenly cock is staring at me, Jude.”

The luscious tit cleavage wasn’t as stimulating to his cock as her wet, taut pussy, but it still felt good. She loved the experience of getting to hug his ‘pleasure rod’ deep in her cleavage. He rolled his hips while kneading her warm, soft titty meat around his member. He had to go slow, but that just meant he could savor the experience more.

Their eyes locked, they smiled at each other.

Jude’s pleasure kept building. When he felt himself reaching climax, he stopped undulating his hips, and started rapid stroking by sliding Lyndsey’s tits along his entire shaft. Lyndsey raised her head and opened her mouth. His glans was swollen and purple. His tip’s opening was dialated. Then he stopped, & shot a load into her face. Most of it landed inside her mouth. She swallowed the first two volleys, but got hit in the nose when the third volley launched before she was ready.

While Jude panted, Lyndsey wiped some residual cum from her nose, then into her mouth with her pinky; and smacked, saying, “That tastes so good.”

His knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hard oak table for so long, so Jude hopped off & Lyndsey followed. They faced each other. Even in her bare feet, Jude’s face only came up to Lyndsey’s shoulders, so he had to look up to meet her eyes. He placed his hands on her waist, then ran his hands over her hips to grab her voluptuous ass.

Lyndsey placed a tit over each of his shoulders. He couldn’t believe that just the evening before, he had been thinking about walking out on her. This woman had a face like Kaley Cuoco, a body like Kate Upton, an ass like Beyonce, and she was all his. How much luckier could a guy be?

“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked.

Getting covered in the hot water & rubbing suds all over each other’s body, was almost as enjoyable as actual sex. Jude curiously explored every inch of Lyndsey’s Amazonian figure with his hands, polishing her like a devotee polishing the idol of a goddess. She also loved the opportunity to explore her well-hung stud. First she shampooed his hair, slowly, sweetly. She then ran her hands down his torso to start washing this cock of a Greek god.  If Jude hadn’t spent himself twice, and his body wasn’t essentially dormant in the semen-producing process; He’d probably have been ready for ‘round three’.

After toweling each other off, Jude went to find his scattered clothes. He picked them up and pulled his phone out of the pants pocket to check if he had any message. There was a text from Jason:

“Hey dude, sorry about last night. No hard feelings? Come by and we’ll talk about how I can make it up to you.”

“Oh really..” Jude said quietly to himself.

Lyndsey came out wearing just a bath blanket around her chest. “What is it?”

“It’s Jason, he sent me a text, inviting me over to apologize.” Jude smirked. “Do you want to come with me?”

“Help me pick out something to wear.” Lyndsey said as she turned back to her bedroom.

Jude dressed Lyndsey in a baby-blue sweetheart crop-top that showed off her hefty cleavage and a pair of tight designer jeans to flatter the curves of her sultry ass. Jude thought she looked ‘eat me’ good, but not nearly as good as the look on Jason’s face when he opened his front door and saw them together.

“I brought Lyndsey,” said Jude, giving her right butt cheek a squeeze, “is that all right?”

“Um, yeah.” Jason stared at them awkwardly.

“Aren’t you gonna invite us in?” asked Lyndsey, in a sexy voice.

“What? Oh, yeah. Come and sit down.”

Jason took the armchair, Lyndsey and Jude snuggled together on the opposing sofa.

“It was really nice of you to invite us over to see how our date went,” Jude said with a mock smile.

Jason continued to stare at the two of them, but mostly at Lyndsey’s tit cleavage. “Uh.”

“Thanks for introducing me to such a sweet guy,” said Lyndsey, running her fingers through Jude’s hair. “We had a lot, of fun last night.”

They started making out; moaning, shamelessly sticking their tongues in each other’s mouths. It was otherwise silent, as Jason watched them for over a full minute before saying; “Alright, alright, you can stop.”

Jude pulled his face away from Lyndsey’s. “What do you mean, Jason?”

“Yeah,” said Lyndsey, “can’t a girl show her new man some loving?”

“I know you’re just fucking with me.”

“Now, what makes you say that?” asked Lyndsey.

“Come on,” Justin pleaded. “There’s no way a girl like you is so crazy about a guy like him.”

Jude stood up & squinted. “Some friend you are.”

“Sorry, but I’m just being honest.” Then Justin looked at Lyndsey; “Lyndsey, what could he possibly have that makes you fall in love after one date?”

Lyndsey scooted to the edge of the sofa behind Jude & reached around his waist. She unbuckled Jude’s belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his anaconda. Jason’s eyes went wide.

“How’s that for a reason?” said Lyndsey, peeking around, Jude’s waist on his left side. Then she aimed his shaft over toward her face, and licked around his cock head in swirls.

Jude lovingly rested his hand on Lyndsey’s devoted head, and he gave Jason a satisfied smile.

Lyndsey’s tits were hardly contained at all, as she remained bent over. She knew Jason was tortured & devastated.

By Bernard Marx for Literotica

By Eva_Adams  - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

University

 The pale vanilla thickly painted cinder block walls that framed a small high window above the twin bed reminded me of the inside of a prison, but to my son his new dorm room was freedom – at last.

I almost didn’t even get the brief glimpse of where he would be living for the next year. At first, he insisted he could carry up his boxes and suitcases himself, as he didn’t want to introduce his new roommate to his newly single, middle-aged mom.

My son was about to test out his suburban survival skills, and at 18 he was ready. Somehow, amid or maybe because of my many mistakes, he had turned out well. There was nothing else to say that I hadn’t told him already that he would be willing to hear. So I gave him a discreet hug in the stairwell with no other students around.

“I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, mom.”

And he jogged back up the stairs to his new life, while I retreated back to the car and the four-hour drive home.

With the green blur of trees in my peripheral vision and nothing but an endless, straight two way freeway ahead for the next 80 miles, I turned up the end of Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation,” just before it segued into the next hit on my 80s dance music playlist. I remembered dancing in the bathroom to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” while putting on too much eyeliner ahead of a college party with my best friend Wendy back when we were virgins. But truth be told, I managed to stay one all through college too.

Wendy and I were on the phone last month as she celebrated her 48th birthday, wondering why we tried so hard to be perfect, rather than having more fun when we were in our 20s.

She was always prettier than me – at least guys thought so – with her highlighted shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones. So experiencing the inevitable part of aging of becoming invisible in public was hitting her harder than me. Her blonde highlighted hair was about 5 inches shorter than college and she still had her high cheekbones etched with the outer edges of wrinkles near her eyes. Like me, Wendy had probably only gained about 5 pounds since college, but unlike me, it looked to be mostly muscle from her part time job as a yoga instructor. If she had cellulite, I had yet to see it.

But like most women, Wendy could be her own worst critic even while protesting the unfairness that women are so judged by their looks.

She said, “I was in the customer service line in Home Depot last week, but the clerk came around the desk to show some gal in a short tennis dress to the hardware aisle for the right size wood screws for her project. Hello – it’s not as if I wasn’t already standing there. Am I invisible?”

“Maybe you need to wear a short sports dress for errands. You could still carry it off,” I said. “Yoga dresses are in style now.”

“That’s not the point, it’s about fairness,” Wendy said.

“Hey we got that attention when we were her age and didn’t complain,” I said.

“Yeah, we made quite a pair. But unfortunately we didn’t do anything with it! Not really,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We were too good, too uptight, always trying to do the right thing, stupidly trying to have morals,” she said. “Don’t you ever think about it and wonder why?”

“Yeah, if I had known I would marry my college boyfriend three years after graduation only to get dumped as our kids reached whatever age he considered viable so he could leave to fuck a zillion others. Yes, I would have said a yes a few times instead of no to any number of other guys in college,” I said.

“We followed the rules. But for what?” she asked.

“For the nice, appropriate boys who deemed us marriage material,” I said. “But what was the alternative? ”

“Rob Winslow.”

“You always did fall for bad boys.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, nodding unseen against the phone. “He was gorgeous, but there was not enough penicillin on the planet to make me want to really find out how he managed to have a different voluptuous babe every night of the week.”

“Well you ended up well – or at least you’re not divorced.”

“True,” she said, but quickly changed the subject to our kids, and we spent the rest of our call rattling on about this and that.

But that call stuck with me. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ever since then, I began to notice not getting noticed. In stores, restaurants and the occasional music venue, I was 48 and invisible. Maybe Wendy was right. Maybe we should have been less careful and more care free in our youth if this was where we were headed.

I starting thinking, “So what is stopping me now?”

Was it maybe the disbelief that a guy would not care about stretch marks he had no role in creating, or the extra five pounds? And what about my butt? It still felt round and muscular, but the wrong light highlighted the cellulite that no amount of dieting seemed to fix.

I didn’t mind some wrinkles like the happy ones around my eyes, but not the ones around my chin. Those wrinkled just showed I gritted my teeth at night, the tension of getting through the last several years revealing itself. Maybe I needed botox.

My next insecure thought was my house. I had moved to a smaller home, a townhome, after the divorce and I had not even invited anyone over for dinner yet.

The thought of having some unknown new person in my home was daunting let alone my bathroom. I’d need to store sex toys elsewhere for starters. I had too many of those really. I guess I kept thinking that with the right one I wouldn’t need to actually go on a date. But so far it hadn’t worked.

I was also hesitant about going from a 24-year marriage into some new serious relationship. I had needs, yet no experience with casual sex.

It’s one thing to jump into the deep end with casual affairs at 21, but how does one even do that at my age?

It would take courage to be naked with someone now. Courage I wasn’t sure I had.

What was it Anais Nin said? “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

Hell, I was living it – at least the shrunk part. My days were measured in coffee packets, dish detergent pods, and Netflix episodes at a rate of one each per day at the same time every day. I left the house mostly for the grocery store, and my most regular social interaction was taking my dog to a park with several neighbor dogs. The pup had a more active social life than I did.

Seeing that quote always resonated with me. It was like seeing a “you are here” dot on a map at the mall.

However, as my thoughts wandered during the drive, I remembered one of her lesser-known quotes. It was that Nin quote that awakened the motivation to move from that safe dot on a map of my small world to where I wanted to go.

When I got home, I found the card with the Anais Nin quote a friend had given me years ago and taped it at eye level by the bathroom mirror. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

I resolved to blossom.

Home, 4 September 2021

My son was no doubt enjoying his freedom from parents and I was ready to enjoy my freedom from day-to-day parenting. I had had a few dinner dates with two different acquaintances over the past year, but nothing further. What could I really do?

No teenager likes to think of his mom out on a date let alone meet the guy in the kitchen. Bringing the date home would have been too much.

I spent my first kid-free week cleaning out closets, donating things I no longer needed and scrubbing everything, marveling at how the floors and kitchen stayed clean with just me. But with nothing else to clean, and my house ready for anything, it was time to either leave it, or invite someone over.

I chose the latter.

I had kissed Don goodnight in his truck after our second dinner date a few months ago. It was brief but nice. Was I turned on? I was too nervous to fully connect like that. But it felt pleasant enough – and I liked that he hit the right range for the occasion and my mood.

His lips felt soft and open against mine with slight but not crushing pressure. His tongue entered my mouth without invading it. His withdrawal left me wanting a bit more, looking forward to more even as he came around the side to open my door so I could teeter in heels I was unaccustomed to wearing to my porch.

But then it was summer. Between work, family visits and our respective vacations, we had exchanged just a few texts in the past few months. So, I texted him, and offered to cook dinner.

“You what?” Wendy asked.

“I told him to come to my place and I’d cook.”

“You know what that means!” Wendy said, her voice one level below shouting.

“That I’ll probably make something basic like meat and potatoes. I don’t really know what he likes beyond what he ordered at that Italian restaurant, and I don’t remember what he ordered on our first date.”

“No! You just offered yourself on a platter.”

“Actually I had planned to serve dinner on the deck.”

“I’m serious,” Wendy hissed, cupping her hand around the phone, but lowering her voice. “Didn’t you see that episode of ‘Coupling’?”

“I’m not remembering.”

“Saying ‘I’ll cook’ means come over and sleep with me, and I’ll cater.”

“I doubt some guy will think that. It’s just our third date.”

“Exactly! How long since you’ve been on a date?”

“So things have changed over the past 20 years? And how would you know?”

“First, women at the yoga studio talk. I hear a lot. Actually maybe dating hasn’t changed much – but you were unrealistic about expectations 20 years ago too.”

“Well I’m not worried about what he thinks. Actually, I hope he does think that.”

“This doesn’t sound like you. What are you thinking?”

“I’ve thought about what we talked about last month – that invisibility is growing by the day and opportunities to live, really live are shrinking. I’m tired of caring too much about what people think, and not enough about what I want.”

“So what do you want?”

“I want to stop being good and start having fun. I want to get past the divorce, to be rechristened, reintroduced to touch, to life.”

“He is an IT guy, maybe he can reboot you,” Talia said, calmer now, giggling.

“Let’s hope!”

10 September 2021

The third dress hit the floor in a ring and I stepped out. I still didn’t know what to wear – just what not to wear.

What I wanted was a casual dress with a zipper for the fun drama of unzipping it later. But the first one emphasized the extra inch of tummy that had remained since childbirth. The second one fit, but would be hard to shimmy out of due to the shape.

I had hoped the green one would work, but was starting to realize most of my clothes reflected my conservative upbringing – not the figure I still mostly had from keeping up dance work out videos. The skirts tended to hit midcalf and covered all of my chest and most of my arms too. I was going for classy, but the result was frumpy. How had I never noticed this?

Before, I picked an outfit based on color and favored greens and browns as my auburn hair clashed with most colors.

I thought of just wearing jeans and a blouse. That would give options to take off one and not the other. That worked well in college. The difficulty of wrestling off jeans tended to break the mood and offer a natural stopping point.

But this was a new phase and for that, I considered a new plan. I decided to go for all or nothing. I was not going to divvy out body parts in hopes of cultivating respect. I planned to just kiss my date and decide by feel – not some preconceived notion of appropriateness,

I hung a green wrap dress on the towel rack in the bathroom to drop out the wrinkles in the steam. I pulled the faucet on and set it to 40 degrees Celsius and waited for the water to heat.

My breasts could charitably be called athletic at almost a B cup. My waist, still indented with a slight trace of abs, could be seen somewhere above the stretch marks. I ran my hands from the sides of my indented waist along the swell of my hips that were firm and brushed down the sides of my thighs, trying to imagine what someone else would think.

My legs were long, slightly thin and muscular, but freckled with a few broken veins. Like the rest of me, they felt better than they looked. Maybe it could be dark tomorrow night I thought as I slide the shower door shut and let the tepid water

I’m sure every woman has a similar list of faults, but if we dwell there, we could too easily loose any motivation for action or connection. I needed to think more like a guy. But soon found that to be better, but not entirely worry-free either.

What if everything doesn’t work as it should? This had not been tested fully in almost three years now. Like other divorced couples, the sex had ended before the marriage actually did.

How long had it been since I had had an orgasm that didn’t involve batteries I wondered as I circled my breasts with suds?

I took the shower nozzle out of the hook and set it to pulse as I rinsed the lather down my puffy pink nipples to my abs and watched the stream of water run down my pale thighs. My senses sprung to attention at the closest thing to touch my skin had felt in way too long. I aimed the pulsing jet at the small triangle of dark auburn hair and gasped as the jet slid through the slit to my most sensitive spot.

Awakened, but not satisfied, I turned off the shower, patted myself dry and dove on the bed face down. I needed to test this, and to do so I needed to replicate the tools I’d have Saturday, well the ones that would be on hand that I had myself, which meant fingers. I was going on a third date and ready to entertain the idea sex with the first man since my husband, since by 20s. But I was not ready for the idea of bringing battery-operated devices to the evening so I needed to replicate the tools or lack of them I’d have on hand for the ending.

I used to be able to have orgasms just from thrusting, but it had been years, and I tried to remember what worked as I lifted my hips and tapped the auburn hair with my finger and then slowly circled my hips against the mattress.

Soon the slickness parted my lips as I tapped. I moved my hand down and pushed my index finger inside about two inches before it caught on a ring of muscles – at least I think it was a muscle – not really sure.

I imagined my favorite moment, when a guy is turned on and knows he is wanted. It’s something about the look in his eye, the confidence when he knows that he has just the tool you most need, and it is in his hands waiting for entrance.

More wetness pooled against my finger and I pushed further with my curved finger until I hit an even more sensitive spot and my hips contracted against it. I imagined it was Don and not my finger, thrusting into me now, as I thrust against my finger and then bent it in rhythm to my twisting hips.

But there I remained on the edge. How long had it been? Ten minutes? I wondered as I thrusted to no relief. I arched my back and pinched one nipple hard. The combined sensation worked, finally as I felt a new focus and a familiar clench in my abs. It wasn’t an orgasm, not yet, but it would be. It seemed to build like rumbles of an approaching thunderstorm, small contractions at first that floated outwards to my long limbs when a bolt seized through, releasing me back to consciousness, back to myself. I rolled to my back, panting as I lay on the cool sheets.

* * *

11 September 2021

“Come in. What can I get you to drink?” I asked, a bit breathless from running down the stairs to answer the door.

But instead of answering he opened his arms for a hug. I smiled, my cheekbone pressing against his solid chest with only my thin green wrap dress between us felt grounding. His presence in the entryway of my home sent flutters through my torso, but his touch calmed me.

My head barely grazed the top of his shoulder even on tiptoes in my bare feet. After a couple years of doing everything myself, I felt instantly safe dwarfed by his size. His head was shaved bald, and I liked the simplicity and honesty of how he dealt with the hair loss some might have agonized over. It suited him.

I found an almost full whisky bottle someone had brought to a house party a few years ago that I had only used to make fudge, and poured him some in a glass with ice. I knew much more about fixing dinner than drinks, and hoped that was to his liking.

We took my wine and his whisky to the deck. I was relieved the weather cooperated so well – mid 70s with a slight breeze as I had yet to buy a comfortable indoor couch. My townhome, an end unit, was private as townhomes go, backing to thick woods. My only adjacent neighbor’s home was set back so my deck that wrapped around the side of my house was not in view.

There was a narrow strip of common ground that connected to a just the side yard of my next closest neighbor, but that neighbor rarely made use of that gate to his yard.

So I led Don out to my outdoor paradise. A dining table to one side and then a comfy outdoor sectional sofa pushed into a corner of my deck, a deck that was bigger than my living room. He sat in the middle so I sat with my back propped against him and my legs outstretched, again enjoying the feel of his bulk, softness and hardness combined, as I leaned against his chest with his arm draped over my shoulder.

After chatting about our work from home conditions and summer vacations, I swiveled to face him and traced fingers from the dark hair on his calf up to his thigh that was mostly covered by long cargo shorts. Probably not subtle, but I was done with subtle. He soon responded, whether it was to my fingers or the eye contact, I can’t say, but I got the reaction I desired. He leaned toward me for a kiss.

If it had been awhile since having an orgasm with someone else in the room, it had been way longer, years, since I had been thoroughly kissed, and I was enjoying the secondhand sweetness of the whiskey.

I don’t know why kissing stopped a few years before sex, but it had. I suddenly felt awkward not remembering how to move my mouth in response to another moving object.

When we both needed air, he moved to my neck, putting every nerve ending on high alert as I arched neck and back to give him more access.

His kisses trailed down to the curve of my breasts pushed to their best advantage by the push up bra, giving me almost the perception of cleavage.

I realized that perception would soon be replaced by actual data, and I briefly wondered whether bras might be an area in life where it was best not to over promise and under deliver, or whether by the time a guy got a bra off he was generally feeling more optimistic than critical.

Thankfully any thoughts and doubts evaporated as Don’s mouth dipped yet again from my neck to the V of the wrap dress while his finger found my nipple through the admittedly thick layers of push up bra and pinched.

“Yes,” I exhaled, my neck bent around his head and my mouth kissed the top of his head as it dipped further to kiss the nipple he had just assaulted. I pulled his head into my chest and arched my back. “Yes, more, please.” I said though muffled against his hair.

One hand scooped that breast from the push up bra and with his mouth spread wide taking in most of it; he deftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra with his other hand.

I pulled at the shoulders of the dress, spreading the V shape held by a side tie even wider to free my breasts for his tongue.

“Sensitive?”

“Very.”

“I love it.”

By Eva_Adams for Literotica

Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey.

by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance.

I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn’t want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there.

When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn.

I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone’s rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow.

We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension with both Cassie and Tayla. Tayla was much more reserved than Cassie, but she started to come out of her shell and become a bit more flirtatious. Rather than get jealous of each other as they vied for my attention, they seemed to egg each other on with suggestive conversation that was slowly becoming more sexual in nature.

Then, Cassie broke up with her boyfriend. She was upset and crying with Tayla and I trying to reassure her broken ego. We rallied around her and supported her by having a boozy night out where we all got totally wasted on drugs and alcohol. Just as we rolled into the apartment at about 3am, Cassie unsteadily checked her phone to see that her ex-boyfriend had posted pictures on social media of him being affectionate with another girl at a party, and there were ample shots of them making out. Cassie was angry at him for moving on so quickly, but rather than dwell on it, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into her room. She threw herself at me and we were making out for what seemed an eternity.

Cassie pushed me down onto the bed with a lustful look on her face as she bit her lower lip. Throwing her phone onto the pillows, she declared that she was ready to move on as her hands went straight to my zipper and freed my hard cock. It bounced to attention, with MDMA coursing through me, it stood the likelihood of lasting all night. She took it into her mouth and sucked, licked and spat all over my now deeply engorged manhood. She then stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving it to fall away to the floor. I was surprised to see she was not wearing any underwear, so I let my eyes drink in her beauty. She told me that she was going to fuck me, but that we were still just friends, and that she was going to get back at her ex. I was totally fine with that.

She crawled onto the bed, positioned just above me. Cassie’s breasts dragged along my thighs, then my cock slipped between them as she kissed her way up my torso, until she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her pussy was now pressing my cock against my belly and she ground her wetness up and down the length, just stopping short of the point where her pussy rode high enough to free my cock and have it bounce back to the right height to slip into her pussy. She was so slippery, and I could feel it dripping over my cock as we made out, and it was getting harder and faster as her clit was pushed hard against my cock head. She came hard as she quivered, screamed and slumped her body down onto mine. She stayed there for a while as her body shuddered as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Cassie then started to kiss her way back down my body until she took my cock back into her mouth. She was not as rushed as she was before, so she took her time bringing me to the edge with a sloppy blowjob and a firm fist pushing down my shaft, pulling the skin tight over my cock. Just as I could feel my own orgasm building she pulled away and rolled onto her back beside me. She loved the missionary position, I remembered from when we used to date. I stood up from the bed to look upon her.

I was taken aback by Cassie’s beauty, her dark auburn hair with red streaks was fanned out above her on the bed, her blue eyes were intent on looking at me up and down. She said how she missed my cock as she pulled her knees upward to her breasts and then spread them outwards, fully exposing her soaked pussy. One hand held a knee as the other slipped down to her pussy and used two fingers to part her labia to reveal a sweet pink quim. I knelt down on the bed, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she begged me to fuck her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, she knew that that look drove me crazy.

Just as I was about to enter Cassie, she surprised me by grabbing her phone. I couldn’t believe that she could do that, until she grabbed my dick with her other hand and said she wanted to film herself having sex. She quickly started the recording and directed the camera towards her pussy. Her hand then guided me into her pussy, and from that point onwards I didn’t care about the camera as I pushed deep into Cassie’s beautiful pussy. I then built a slow, hard rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her face flush as she was again consumed with lust.

We fucked like that for ages, until Cassie again came, convulsing beneath me. This raw sexual response was all it took to send me over the edge. As I said that I was going to cum, Cassie brought the phone up to look down between us. I straightened up to give the camera a good view of my cock slipping out of her pussy, and then spurting my cum over her body. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my sperm flew up splattering her throat with my first jet. The second and third spurt landed squarely on her tits, coating them in creamy juice. Then the last several throbs soaked her taut belly and her mons pubis. She recorded it all, and then filmed herself scraping cum from her tummy and bringing her fingers to her mouth to seductively clean them.

She then sat up and was intent on her phone for a few seconds. She smiled and said her ex would enjoy that as she lay back to relax in the after glow. I slumped down beside her and we laughed. I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at her cum covered body. The thick cum was slowly sliding down from her nipples into the gap between her breasts, and down the outside towards her armpits. Her belly cum was pooling in her belly button and also slipping to her hips. The cum on her mons was sliding down her pussy. I loved the look of cum on a womans body, it was making me hard again. She then handed me her phone and told me to record part two.

I started the recording as she swung her leg over me to mount me in the cowboy position. She hovered her pussy over my manhood, and slowly lowered herself downwards. I filmed her pussy parting to take in my cock, and her wild thrusts as she quickly built towards another orgasm. I spent an equal amount of time filming her pussy riding my dick, and her upper body gyrating whilst the cum on her slid down her body. This was an immense turn-on for me, and I felt a huge orgasm building that started deep in my gut. It built pressure as it was nearing, making my cock turn a deep purple to match her swollen pussy.

When I came, Cassie pushed hard down onto my exploding cock. I filled her pussy with what seemed like gallons of cum, and filmed her taking it as her hands caressed her cum covered tits. When my orgasm finally subsided, I was still recording her when she took the phone to film down her body as she stood up. Cum was leaking from her pussy, dribbling down both of her legs in thick creamy rivulets. She was recording all of it, bringing the camera in for close-ups of her leaking pussy. I laughed as I commented about how sexy and messy she looked, and that the cum looked so hot.

She then knelt back on the bed, straddling me, and started to walk her knees up my body. She stopped when her pussy was hovering over my face and recorded the cum slipping from her pussy as she told me to eat her pussy. I lifted my face into her soaked pussy, it smelt thick with my salty cum, but strangely it felt so horny because I had never eaten out a cream pie before. Once my tongue slipped up into her pussy, it seemed to release even more cum from deep within her sloppy cunt. Its slick passage filled my mouth with my slippery thick cum, which seemed to keep coming as I kept lapping at her pussy. My cock was rock hard again as I indulged in this taboo act, made all the more delightful as her hand reached behind her to stroke it.

I was getting close to cumming again and she could feel my hardness throbbing as it neared. She then sprung up off the bed and knelt on the floor. I quickly stood up and brought my cock up to her face and the camera, as she recorded her lips taking me into her mouth. She was like a frenzied slut as she greedily licked and sucked me to my third orgasm. She was begging for it, telling me she wanted my cum, and that she loved the feel of it on her and inside her. I gripped my shaft at the base and pulled and groaned as my cock again came hard.

This time, Cassie’s mouth never let go of my cock. My cock was throbbing hard as my semen filled her mouth. It was then that I noticed that we hadn’t fully shut the door to Cassie’s room, and could see Tayla standing there watching, with her skirt pulled up and her hand had pulled her panties aside as she was rubbing her pussy. As my eyes made contact with hers, her body shuddered and she gasped as she was hit with an orgasm too. My eyes returned to Cassie as she pulled away from my cock. Her lips were still parted as my cock slid from her mouth, and the cum dripped down her chin before landing on her breasts. Cassie made a show of this, and moved her head so that the cum drips landed all over her tits. The phone hovered, capturing the whole sordid slutty routine.

Again, her attention went back to the phone as she sent her ex a dirty, slutty farewell. When I looked back at the doorway, Tayla was not there. I didn’t give it much thought as we both collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

And this is where my story starts…

by LoveThighHigh for Literotica.