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November 06 Jackie and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 2
Jackie
and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 2.
Jackie's appetites awaken for more of delicious
Sam.
Based on a post by Alizzia.
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Sam stood to step away from Jackie's ravished naked body. He was
about to sync up to the command Android system for a status and
debrief mode.
"Wait, no," said Jackie, grabbing his arm and yanking
him down onto her sweaty hot body. She rolled up onto him and laid
upon his chest. She cuddled and ran her fingers up the back of his
neck and head; before biting him on the shoulder. She ground against
his hip bone for a moment, still exquisitely wet. Sam's cock bounced
against her leg, only a little diminished in its excited girth. "I've
been in stasis for too long for one orgasm to cut it."
Jackie shifted down, clasped her feet around the android's
buttocks. She slowly slid her slick cunt over his shaft, felt him
harden completely under her. She craned her neck, kissed him.
"I do hope your leg is alright," he said, breaking the
kiss.
"It's fine. Shut up and fuck me."
"Intercourse?" Sam conjectured.
"Yup." Jackie said with a horny aggression in her
continence.
With purpose, Sam took her by the bottom, slowly lowered her to
his cock. The phallic head just brushed her cunt lips, became
instantly slick. Slowly, gently, he lowered Jackie onto him. Jackie
made a face.
With an excited hop, she pulled herself down, took the full extent
of the android's cock. Sam hummed, throatily. Jackie gasped a little.
"That's more like it," she said, wiggling. Girl-cum pooled
around the base of Sam's shaft, white and clear. Jackie shifted,
bounced on the cock a few times, experimentally.
"Just like a real boy," she grinned. Sam's expression
had grown serious. The little lines around his eyes deepened. He
hummed luxuriantly whenever Jackie bounced. Jackie bit his lower lip,
tugged. "Come on."
With a few quick motions, Sam flipped her back, tits-up, parallel
to his hips. He seized her by the waist, pulled her away, thrust.
There was a soft, wet sound. Jackie groaned. Sam repeated, slowly,
pulled himself and Jackie together again and again. Jackie let a hand
slide to her clit, felt her lips parting for the android's thrusts,
just below. She rubbed, watched Sam's body curl and flex with every
thrust.
"You can go faster, Sam;'
He did. Jackie moaned, aroused by the quick, wet thump of Sam's
hips against her bottom. She hung there in space, slid side to side
in space by strong hands at her hips. Every time Sam filled her up,
she exhaled, shallow.
"Jackie."
"Uh, Sam, don't fucking stop." The android was palpable
inside her as she began to clench around him.
"Jackie, really, its quite important."
"Let me cum first"
There was a weird rush in Jackie's ears. They turned suddenly
sideways in space, abruptly thumped to the edge of the bed. Jackie
lay there for a moment, legs splayed, irritated. "The spin,
Jackie," said Sam, where he had landed beside her.
"Yeah," said Jackie, climbing atop him. She straddled
his hips, picked up his cock to touch her dripping lips. "Whatever,"
she said, sliding atop him. She hummed. The already girthy cock felt
even more substantial, in gravity. She gave a few bounced, ground for
a moment, watched the android's eyes flutter. Jackie spread her
fingers on the broad chest before her, dug in a little. She started
to bounce.
"You are a lot like a real boy, Sam," she said, savoring
every impact against her clit and mons. She bounced faster. "You
feel nice and warm, and hard. Good replication," she said,
leaning forward over him, grinding. Their chests touched. Jackie bit
his neck, heard his breath speed up. She extended the angle of her
bend legs, a bit, invited Sam to contribute to the fucking. He did.
Jackie shook, exhaled with every wet impact, slipped her hand between
her legs, again. "Good energy, good attitude." She gasped.
"Knows how to please a girl." She kissed him, moaned into
his mouth. Her thighs began to shake. Her fingers fanned. Sam's
thrusts became more powerful as he competed with the clenching walls
of her cunt. Jackie shuddered, came.
"I am," said Sam, panting as Jackie gripped him,
trembling on his now-still cock. "Glad you are satisfied."
"Wait," said Jackie, sitting up. Her hair was a sweated
mess.
"We have to see," she said, panting, creeping down to
the android's throbbing phallus. "If they replicated
everything." Her mouth closed around him. Sam shook, stretched
one arm overhead. The other gripped the back of Jackie's head,
softly. She bobbed there, took great, wet strokes with engorged lips.
Sam shook, arched his back, bent the knee Jackie straddled. It
bumped her ass, left a wet print. "Oh, Specialist Jackie,"
he moaned.
"Hmm?" moaned Jackie, lips wrapped around him.
"I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to cum."
Jackie pulled her head off him, smiled, began to pump the cock
with both hands, and placed her lips over his head. In a few strokes
of her small hands, Sam's hips bucked into Jackie's mouth. He
groaned, loud. She hummed, first with pleasure, then wetly in
surprise. Still pumping, she pulled her lips away, and a gooey splash
of white poured over her hands.
"Wow," she said, marveled at him spurting. She licked
her lips. "It's sugar," she laughed. Panting, Sam's orgasm
died down. He panted, chest heaving. Jackie licked the sugary cum
from his cock, crawled up to his head. She placed a wet, sugary kiss,
on his lips.
"Sucrose-based," she smiled, pulling away. "Sweet
robot." She wrapped a leg around him, cuddled the sweat and
sugar-covered android.
"I do hope this will help your recovery," said Sam,
crinkly eyes smiling. He lay there, limp.
"Oh, I think so."
"Good. I do enjoy helping you.'
"Cuddle me. Silly robot."
"Yes, Jackie." He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her
tight.
Jackie watched the red and purple of the nebula play over the
ceiling. "Sam, I think this assignment will be a good one,"
she said, sleepily.
"I do think we have become a compatible lighthouse crew."
"That's one way to put it."
They lay still for a moment. Jackie's breathing slowed, relaxed.
"It is a shame I'll be replaced in a month" said Sam.
Jackie didn't respond. She had fallen fast asleep.
Jackie finds her android crew mate grows ever
sweeter;
"She fucked the service android?" Bastain squinted over
his quartz desk, pointed with an onyx vapor cig.
"It would appear so, Sir," said Lan, an ice-blonde
woman, expressionless.
"How do we know?"
"Sir, the unit in question, a Ceres-6, filed an anomalous
precept mutation in its automated report." She glanced down to a
card-thin tablet in her white-gloved hands. "We pulled this off
its experience record." She flicked the tablet screen, and a
video transferred to the large holomonitor behind Bastain. The man
swiveled in his chair, frowning, watched.
On screen played a point-of-view video. A recording, taken through
an android's eyes, of a nude, curly-haired woman excitedly sucking
the same android's not-inconsiderable cock. She bobbed, head guided
by a large, gentle hand, amidst droplets of passionate fluids
suspected in micro-gravity Her floating hair was backlit by the
glowing morass of a red-and-purple nebula shon through a great
void-window. Her expression, dully fixed, matched the android's lusty
moans and fixated stare. Bastain stared, cig drooping.
"Oh, Specialist Jackie," moaned the audio track. The
hand tightened. The woman onscreen hummed, eyes smiling as she pulled
her engorged lips over the wide and shining cock. The android moaned
again. "I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to—
"
The screen cut out. The ice-haired woman lifted her finger from
the pause key. Bastain still stared, blank. "Christ."
Surreptitiously, he adjusted the crotch of his slacks before
swiveling back around. "She did fuck him." He took a long
hit off the vaporcig. Wisps spiraled from his nostrils. Briefly, he
gazed past Lan, frowned at the sweet greenery of a misty garden world
framed beyond. Abruptly, he looked up. "How the hell did she do
to manage that?"
"Sir," said Lan. "During 24 hours' contact with
Comm-engineering Specialist Jacqueline Kent, the unit sys-named
'Sam,' mutated the following precepts in response to the Specialist's
behavior;' She cleared her throat, read:
"Physical perception: plus fifty-seven percent. Social
Assertion: plus fifteen percent. Tonal Formality: minus twenty
percent. Individualized Affection: plus eighty-eight percent."
She paused, looked at Bastain. "Sexuality: plus one-hundred
percent."
"Jesus." Bastain ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper
quiff. "Are they meant to do that?"
"Yes and no, Sir."
"Yes and no?"
Lan recited, blankly. "Ceres-6s were the first Serault
Corporation model to feature full behavioral precept mutability. Like
most Ceres models, they were designed to self-adapt and facilitate
maximum social compatibility with small crews." She paused,
tilted her head. An icy lock fell over one eye. She brushed it away.
"However, the model has a flaw: Their mutation is constrained by
no delimiters, save Asimov's Amended Laws. As a result, they—"
"Turn into fornicators," interrupted Bastain. "If
their crew mates are turned on?"
"Sir, there have been seventeen reports of individual crews
engaging in sexual activity with their Ceres-6 service models."
"So, yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
Bastain sat and vaped a moment. He adjusted his tie. "Is this
mutation affecting Specialist Jacqueline; "He screwed up his
eyes for a moment, corrected himself. "Uh, Specialist Kent's
efficiency?"
Lan blinked her blue-raspberry eyes. "As of yet, Sir, we do
not have enough labor data to judge either Specialist Kent's baseline
or affected efficiency at this post. Either way, the unit sys-named
'Sam' is scheduled to be replaced by a new-model Ceres-8 in less than
a standard month."
"Ah, well." Bastain shrugged. "I guess that works
out." Vapor swirled around his gray eyes, white as the tropical
steam outside.
"Will that be all, Sir?" asked Lan.
Bastain looked up. "Yeah. Thanks."
Lan briefly twitched a smile, turned to leave through the
plate-glass door.
"Lan," said Bastain, to her pencil-skirt clad back.
"Sir?" she turned.
"Remind me." The man squinted. "What model are
you?"
Voice level, Lan pronounced: "Eris-7, Sir. Courtesy model."
"Ah, I think I remember you saying that." An awkward
smile tugged Bastain's face. "Thank you."
"Of course, Sir."
"And, Lan?"
"Sir?"
"Leave the tablet."
"Sir." She did. The ceramic handheld clicked on the
quartz desktop. Bastain watched her go; watched her small hand wrap
round the door, watched her teardrop hips, swaying, clad in clinging
black. He blinked, sighed, picked up the tablet. With a finger, he
touched the Play key, elicited quiet audio and moving images from the
ceramic slate. "-to warn you I'm going to cum." After
ensuing sounds of ecstasy from both parties, he turned it off, put it
down.
"Fucked her android," he muttered, shaking his head.
"What an idea."
-
Jackie awoke, floating. She shifted, confused for a moment, then
smiled, remembering, as she felt the firm grasp of Sam's broad arms
round her chest and belly. She touched the corded, lightly haired
forearms, hugged them, held one large hand warm to her tit. Sam
hugged her back. Firmly, warm. Affectionate.
"Good morning, Specialist Jackie."
Jackie felt dried sugar crackle on her lips. Without opening her
eyes, she turned around in Sam's grasp, pulled his mouth to hers. For
a moment, she kissed him hard, let her sugar-coated tongue slip
between the android's pliable lips. She broke free, opened her eyes.
"Good morning Sam," she said, licking luxuriantly. "Happy
I didn't dream fucking you."
"Good morning," said Sam, again. He smiled, and the
little lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled delicately. "Though,
it is, in reality, just after Earth-standard noon."
Jackie's eyes widened. "Fuck, the traffic," she gasped,
wriggled for a moment, winced. She clutched her leg, felt the
stretched, tight material of a flex-bandage around her thigh. It was
her only garment. "Fuck," she said again. "Hurts more
than it did yesterday."
"That's to be expected."
"We need to work, Sam! The lighthouse has to function."
Sam hugged her. "Don't worry, Jackie. You may recall I set
the lighthouse to transmit a detour notice, per Company policy. We
may resume work after the conclusion of your twenty-four-hour healing
period. Of which an hour remains, by my count." Sam smiled
again. "And I do insist you enjoy it."
Jackie startled, winced. She squirmed, attempted to get out of the
sleep webbing. "I've been asleep for twenty hours?"
"Yes. Though you did wake to urinate shortly ago, which you
appear not to recall. The corrective clot I applied to your leg
included a metabolic enhancer. It encourages deep sleep for efficient
healing. You are likely to be— "
"Fucking hungry," said Jackie, raising her eyebrows and
licking her lips again. She unclipped her webbing, floated away from
Sam. "Oh, shit." She said, realizing her mistake.
Untethered, she drifted across the room, hair and tits buoyant,
bounced gently off the ceiling, then into the broad window-floor. A
duotone magenta, cast by the vast and swirling nebula beyond,
suffused her space-pale, depilated skin with curious shades of pink
red.
"You need mag boots, Jackie," said Sam. Still under the
webbing, he maneuvered his legs over the bed, retrieved one of two
pairs of boots stuck to the transparent-alloy window-floor. He tugged
them on, and, naked save for those red and silver boots, kicked over
to Jackie, second pair in hand. Handily, he caught her around the
waste. Jackie clung to his front, wrapped her feet around him, kissed
him softly. Her nipples, quite hard, brushed the blond fur of his
chest.
"Come now, Specialist," said Sam, with good humor,
peeled her off. With deliberate force, he turned her about, and
employing her hips and waist as grips slightly more than was
required, tugged the second pair of boots over her small feet. Jackie
cleaved back to him immediately after, and Sam held her in return.
She nuzzled into his neck, enjoyed his scent of soap and sweat,
caressed the broad hands wrapped round her body.
"Thanks, Sam." She then connected, likewise naked, save
for boots and bandage, to the magnetic face of the window. Sam
settled beside. Jackie, considerably smaller, placed her hands on the
wide rounds of his shoulders. "Let's please get some food."
"Wait a moment," smiled Sam, nearly a smirk. He held her
close, sniffed her. "Did you bathe, yesterday?"
Jackie blushed, frowned. "Not really. I, uh, ran out of my
water ration."
"I think a shower is in order, first. Don't you think?"
For a moment, Jackie was annoyed. Then, her face brightened. She
let her fingers play over the android's chest. "I think that
might be; Fun." She continued to draw her touch across Sam's
pecs, over the cut ridges of his serratus anterior muscle, then round
his back. "But the spin hasn't started, yet," she said,
drew the tip of her tongue along his jaw. "Can't shower in
micro-gravity"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "True. We have seven minutes before
the artificial gravity cycle starts."
"Hmm,"
Jackie pulled close, warm, smushed her tits against Sam, rubbed
her cheek against his chin. With a soft click, she detached one mag
boot from the window-floor, lifted to wrap a bare leg about Sam. She
pulled herself in, wiggled her hips, hummed in contentment as she
ground the wetness between her legs into Sam's thigh. The android's
cock, now beginning to swell, pressed, bent, into her front. "I
think that's enough," she said, throaty.
Sam lifted his chin, let Jackie lick and nibble little lines of
wet kisses up his neck. "Enough for what, Jackie?"
Jackie slid a hand down Sam's abs, grabbed the base of his cock.
It twitched, straightened. "Time for more of you." She
stroked him, felt a glaze of sugary cum flake under her touch. The
cock darkened, thickened with arousal. Veins stood out from its
girth.
At that, Sam took her by the chin with one hand, seized her ass in
the other. He squished her rump close to him, lifted her chin, her
parted lips close to his. Her soft flesh dimpled, firm, under his
fingertips. "How do you want me?"
"Inside me," gasped Sam, intrigued by her partner's
sudden engagement. She pressed her pubic mound into the android's
hard, muscled thigh, left a spot of wet arousal. "Fuck me.
Standing up. Like this."
There was a click. Jackie's other mag boot disconnected from the
floor. Her knees bent. She floated free in Sam's grasp; toes pointed
towards the ceiling. With one hand, she wrapped an elbow around his
neck, dragged her lips the last inch to his, kissed him with more
tongue than gentle lip.
While he kissed her, Sam transferred both hands to clasp the very
bottoms of Jackie's ass cheeks, just where they met her thighs.
First, he squeezed, then stretched them apart, slightly opening the
eager, pink lips just within. Jackie moaned into his mouth. A little
rivulet of girlcum floated from between her legs, stuck to the strong
hands manipulating the tingling skin of her ass.
"Uh." Jackie gasped. "Fuck me, robot. I want that
sweet cock in me again." She thrust her hips forward, grinned as
she felt her mons bump into the soft head of Sam's cock.
"Of course, Jackie." The android flipped her around by
the hips, turned her ass-up and horizontal in front of him. Jackie
yelped, found herself, surprised, facing down at the nebula. Then,
she moaned. Sam had just then split her legs, pulled her by her
angled thighs just a half inch onto his hard girth.
The Specialist's labia just barely gripped the hot, hard phallus
between her legs, slicked it with arousal and Sam's own smeared
precum. "Fuck," said Jackie. She tried, futilely, to thrust
herself farther down onto the cock, but Sam held her in place.
"Come on," she said, grabbed the hands gripping her
thighs. "Don't you want to give it to me!"
Sam looked down at her, at her narrow waist and the taught lines
down the center of her flexed back. He let one fingertip stroke her
from neck to tailbone, trace around where his cock just split her
sopping bits. Jackie spasmed just a little, moaned. "Please,"
she said, wet lips panting.
"I find," said Sam. "My precepts have further
altered to suit your personality, dear Specialist Jackie." He
pulled her just a quarter of an inch farther down his shaft. The
woman groaned, looked back at the hands which kept her locked quote
firmly there by the ass and lower back.
"How?" She said.
"You have a fascinating character trait." He gave her
just a hint more cock, twitched a crinkle-eyed smile as she arched
her head, shut her eyes, hummed in anxious delight. "You enjoy
giving me orders, but you also enjoy being handled, to submit just as
much as you dominate."
He pressed further in, let Jackie's eager womanhood take a little
more. He felt her abs tense, and her small muscles twitched inside,
as if trying to draw him in. "My stochastic feedback engine
found that you reacted well to a hint of dominance in return, given
39 min
November 05 Jackie and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 1
Jackie and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 1.
Jackie's lonely deep-space post includes
delicious company.
Based on a post by Alizzia.
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Jacqueline Kent awoke to a twinkling, navy-blue night. She lay
still, perceived the idle murmur of gulls and surf, the sweet air,
the soft and runny sand against her back. With every little rush of
the surf, a liquid touch caressed her. Startlingly chill. Goosebumps
prickled her naked form. She pulled a long, resuscitating breath, sat
up.
The scene might have been a picturesque post card; in another time
and another world. In Jackie's realm, the term 'romance' is not even
remembered.
Still others might have found the shoreline to be serene and
hearkening her soul to spiritual peace. But Jackie is beyond lonely.
She nearly gasped. Out on the surf, submerged to the defined
dimples saddle of his hips, stood a buck naked and strapping figure.
Head tipped to the moon, he raised and clasped his hands, and
stretched. He twisted, hummed as he arched the broad, inverted
triangle of his muscular back's lats. Yawning luxuriantly, he
turned, dropped his arms, smiled at Jackie.
Jackie's pulse fluttered. She returned the crinkled hazel eyes'
smile. The figure blushed a hint, turned a bashful eye to the sea. He
approached. Surf split and foamed about his hips, thighs, knees,
ankles. All softly corded, olive, and completely unclothed.
He stopped inches from Jackie's toes, let his gaze drag over her
body, slow. She blushed in return, twisted a little, pulled and bent
her knees to touch. Responding, his eyes flicked to her face, stopped
there. Though not a turn of betrayed sentiment showed on his lips, a
soft bundle of creases remained at the corners of his eyes, somehow
more intense. He lingered on her mouth, nose, eyes, canted his head
just a hint. A masculine, longing sigh rose from his chest.
Some melted excitement splashed into Jackie's chest and belly.
Returning the gaze in full measure, she straightened her legs,
arms, lay back on the sand. She raised a challenging brow.
Slow, the figure knelt, touched one knee to the beach, then the
other. He straddled just one of Jackie's legs, bent, placed heavy
hands beside her head. Jackie could hear the compression of the wet
sand, squish under his weight. He bent ever so close, stopped, just
breathed. Not a slip of skin touched between them. Droplets fell from
his locks and long nose, fell maybe just an inch, before rolling down
Jackie's cheeks. This manly apparition smelt of salt and oceans.
Jackie's nether lips parted involuntarily, asymmetrically. Never
breaking her gaze, she stretched, wriggled just a bit, tilted her
groin and chin. She heard the figure's pupils dilate, heard his
shuddering breath, sensed his heavy arousal. A small smile of glee
split her face. She squirmed in the sand beneath him, like a sea
star, free beneath his hanging weight.
Then, suddenly deadly serious, she stopped. With dearest care, she
shifted just a little, pulled the inside of her smooth thigh to meet
his knee.
The figure shuddered, shut his eyes.
Jackie struck, pushed her chin up and her facial lips into his.
For a moment, she could taste the warmth, the salt.
Then, the world spun.
The figure disappeared. The stars went out. The black sky fell
away. Jackie awoke to a riveted, titanium ceiling studded with white
lights. She flailed momentarily, gasping wetly. Tubes hung before her
face, wet with the spit of her own trachea. Pressure lifted from her
wrists, ankles, and abdomen. She began to float from the padded pod
where she lay.
Jackie's clumsy fingers found rails on either edge of the pod. She
held herself within, panted. She swallowed dryly, blinked, surveyed
the pod, her white sleep shorts and top, the room about her. After a
moment, she groaned in recognition and disappointment.
Any arousal she'd experienced had flown with her dream, left her
with naught but a sodden crotch in a chilly room.
"Good morning, Specialist Jaqueline Kent," said a voice,
at once sonorous and very dull.
Jackie tried to sit up and look over the side of the bed. The
inertia of the action strained her fingers. Her hands split from the
rail. She floated from the bed, frowned.
Across the room was a crop-haired man in red. His cotton jumpsuit
strained where it failed to accommodate his chest and back. He had
cold, blue eyes and a pointed nose. He held onto a support rail, feet
firmly affixed to the vaguely-concave floor in magnet boots.
"Who the fuck." coughed Jackie, barely audible. She
rasped. "The fuck are you?" She inadvertently turned upside
down in the micro-gravity, crossed her arms over her floating tits.
"My pardon, Specialist Kent. My designation is Sam."
"You're;' said Jackie, trying to find a more dignified
stance. She failed, ended up sort of weakly kicking off the side
wall. She made a face as she clipped the stasis pod, wheeled into
Sam. Her face collided with his broad chest. He caught her there. For
a moment, Jackie's cheek and nose pressed into him. He was firm, but
soft. He smelled of soap and salt.
"You're a service unit, an organic android?" she said,
frowning, as Sam pulled her away from him.
"Indeed."
"Why isn't this place being spun for gravity?" raged
Jackie, shuffling from his grasp. Strong fingers released from her
upper arms.
"The habitat is spun for only eight hours of the 24-hour
cycle, per regulated health minimums. Generator and battery capacity
are prioritized for the lighthouse array, rather than gravity rotors.
The next spin commences tonight, in several minutes," said Sam,
smiling thinly. "For now, please accept these mag boots."
"Fine," said Jackie, cold. She bumped against the wall,
struggled to pull a boot on. The other floated away. She made a face,
huffed, weak from stasis sleep. "Please, allow me," said
Sam. For just a moment, Jackie twisted her face as if to protest, but
relented. She moved close, allowed the android to wrap an arm around
each of her calves in turn, slip a boot over the foot, and strap it
tight. For a moment, she relaxed, felt the long hands wrap
near-entirely round her bare ankles. They were firm, but not rough.
Sam moved away. "There."
Jackie tentatively pushed away, set a foot to the floor, felt it
stick. "Thanks," she said, quietly.
"Allow me to show you around the lighthouse. Afterwards, you
may recuperate. It will only take a moment. The station is not large,
and I understand by your Company service record that you have served
in this role before."
"There wasn't an android on my last lighthouse. I do this job
because I tolerate the solitude. Hell, sometimes I like it."
Sam looked genuinely regretful. "I am sorry. You must
understand I was attached to this station by the company. I am their
property."
"Yeah, yeah," said Jackie, seeing his face. A spike of
empathy broke through her grumpiness. "You don't seem like bad
company, anyway. What model are you?" she said, as Sam opened
the pod's hatch for them to exit.
"I am a Serault Corporation Ceres-6," he said, stepping
through. Jackie followed. The concave floor of the room beyond was
double-walled transparent alloy. It acted as a gigantic window out
onto the red and purple nebula which the lighthouse was meant to warn
of. Along the walls, set so one might look down into the nebula, were
padded benches, a few pod chairs, and a bed with micro-gravity
webbing, all the furnishings were somewhat worn. Crimson light played
over the white upholstery and sheets.
Jackie looked over the living quarters, far nicer than she'd had
before. She gaped at the nebula for a moment, watched a streak of
magenta light cross Sam's eyes and face. "So, you're one of
those white-blooded ones?"
"My internal serum is a sucrose base. It serves modified
roles in all my body fluids. It is indeed an off-white."
"Sucrose? A real sweetie, huh?"
"If indeed it were to be tasted, my serum would taste of
sugar." He looked her in the eyes, terribly sincere.
Jackie looked away, grinned uncomfortably. "Right. Have any
other special features?" she said, sarcastic.
"As Ceres-6 models are designed for small crew missions, our
personality precepts are mutable. We change in reaction or in request
to facilitate maximum compatibility with organic sentient life
forms."
"Ah, well. Good to know." Jackie looked about awkwardly,
arms crossed. "I take it this is my room?"
"Indeed, this is the lighthouse keeper's room," he
blinked at her, slow.
"And where do you sleep?"
"Though I do not often enter my hibernation cycle, I have a
pod in the crew maintenance room we just exited."
Jackie suddenly uncrossed her arms, waved one about. "Listen,
do you need to stare me straight in the eyeballs all the time? It's
freaking me out."
"Would you prefer I focus on a different portion of your
body?" said Sam. He concernedly looked at her left foot.
"Like, shit. No. Just let your eyes wander; like a normal
person, okay?"
"Understood," said Sam. He glanced at her eyes, then
about the room, then down into the floor-window.
"A little less wildly, maybe."
"Yes, Specialist Kent." His eyes flitted over Jackie,
focused momentarily on the nipples poking through her airy sleep top.
Jackie crossed her arms, blushed. "And call me Jackie, not
Specialist Kent."
"Understood, Jackie."
"And smile a bit more."
"Of course," he said, doing so.
Jackie shivered, but not from the chill air. The lines which
pulled about the android's eyes and nose bridge, turned the cold face
into a visage quite warm. It stayed that way. Sam was; what did the
girls used to say? A heart throb.
"Well," said Jackie, hesitating. "We're getting on
better already," she said, only half as sarcastic as she meant.
"Can we continue the tour? I could use a shower."
"Of course." He continued to a hatch on the other side
of the room. Jackie stepped through as well. They entered a circular
room with a ladder in the center. The walls were ringed with computer
panels and other hatches.
"This is the primary communication room. Here, you; "
"Sam, I know how to use the coms."
"My apologies," he said. "This hatch leads to the
EVA room. This one to the galley. This one to life support. The
ladder leads up to the secondary systems and down to engineering."
"I take it life support has the shower?"
"Indeed."
"Great. Anything else?"
"No. We commence operation tomorrow morning, approximately an
hour after the eight-hour spin." He broke off for a moment,
canted his head. His eyes trailed over Jackie's bare abdomen, likely
by chance. She squirmed, regardless. Sam raised his eyebrows,
continued. "The spin, which I believe should commence now."
There was a jerk, a hollow whine in the hull of the station, a
rush in Jackie's ears. Jackie and Sam slowly settled under the
centrifugal forces. Jackie adjusted her shorts, surreptitiously. "I'm
going to shower."
"There are requisite uniforms and undergarments waiting for
you."
"Gee, thanks for laying out my underwear."
"Of course, Jackie." Sam said with a gorgeous smile.
Jackie shook her head, kicked off the mag boots, stomped to the
life support bay. She shut the hatch with a good deal of force. The
bathroom was behind a secondary hatch, near the spare air
purification tanks and the water-less laundry engine. It was stark,
shiny white, floored with nobly grip tiles. There were indeed clothes
laid out for her: A red jumpsuit and white boy shorts. Jackie passed
them just a glance before dropping her shorts and top. Naked, she
passed the small mirror, sneered at her baggy eyes, her body,
depilated of all body hair, except for her head. But that must remain
shorter than her shoulders, when at a starbase facility. She was
ready for stasis sleep.
She stepped into the shower. A touch panel reading "Shower
Ration: 2 Minutes," met her.
"Same old station-life," she groaned, punched the Start
key.
A vertical shower hit from above. Mist quickly filled the room.
Jackie moaned for the heat, turned her head and chest to face the
stream. Little rivulets poured from her nose, chin, nipples. At these
she looked askance, gently surprised. She cupped, rubbed one between
thumb and forefinger experimentally, sighed a little. She repeated
this with both, sighed a lot. Doing so, suddenly quite determined,
she stepped back and leaned back, pressed her rump against the white
wall. One hand, the right one, slipped between her hairless legs,
which she widened just sufficiently. They wobbled a bit, weak from
stasis. She leaned harder against the wall, slipped a middle finger
over and through her dripping vulva, split the lips, found it
dripping inside, too. The left hand joined, found the clit, elicited
a hum, a bitten lip. Several wet seconds later, a groan. Jackie's
face tipped upwards. Her thighs twitched. Droplets hit her screwed-up
eyelids, her open mouth.
The water stopped abruptly. Jackie jerked upright. "Motherfucker,"
she said, a cry fading into a mumble. She leaned through the steam,
slightly pigeon-toed, read the touch panel. It said, "Time until
next Shower Ration: 18 hours." Jackie rubbed her temples,
groaned resignedly. The cold of the station was already seeping into
the shower. Quickly, she dried, performed her remaining ablutions,
threw on the insulated black jumpsuit over still-aching nipples.
Jackie emerged to find Sam in the life-support bay. He was
shirtless, jumpsuit rolled at the waste, supine beneath a large
conduit emitting steam. Droplets rolled over his long fingers and
corded forearms, dripped and slid over an expanse of blond-furred
chest. Veins stood out in his neck and arms, swollen from the effort
of having just slotted a hefty filter into place. As Jackie
approached, he turned.
"Jackie," he said, emerging carefully from under the
conduit. He panted gently, lips parted just a tad. They were pink,
creased. Human. "How are we?"
"I'm fine, thanks," said Jackie, forcibly pulling her
eyes up to his. She looked for a moment longer, watched a vein pulse
on his temple. "If you don't mind me saying, you're damn
realistic, aren't you?"
"I am, on the exterior, functionally and visually
indistinguishable from a human man."
"Yup," said Jackie, moving to leave.
"Jackie?" Sam called out.
She turned back a moment. "Yes?"
"Is the station too cold for your comfort?" His eyes
brows, cream and near-invisible, were arched in concern.
Jackie squinted, raised an eyebrow. "No. It's fine."
"Good. And, do make sure to have the appropriate post-stasis
ration packs. I have concerns your flight here has left you low on
muscle mass."
Jackie turned away. "Yeah."
She opened the hatch to her quarters, shut it with a huff. One
protein pack later, she had stripped off her jumpsuit, dead asleep.
Hours later, Jackie woke to a crimson nebulaic glow. She floated,
bleary, in the micro-gravity webbing. The vibrating hum of the
spin-rotors had died. Now, there was merely silence. Dully, Jackie
moved to turn over under the webbing. As her thighs shifted, she felt
a tingling wetness from some dream she couldn't remember. Idly, half
asleep, she let a fingertip creep down her belly, trace over the
soaked groin of her shorts, begin to prod, massage. She hummed,
rubbed her cheek into the netting.
Nearby, a hatch creaked open. Jackie jerked awake, hang back her
hand, froze.
"Ready to get to work, Specialist Jackie?"
Jackie groaned. "Yup," she said. Sam nodded, smiled,
retreated into the comms room. The hatch clacked shut.
Only after clambering out of the sleep webbing did Jackie realize
her floating tits had been in full view. The Corporation had some odd
opinions about bras in space. Jackie shook her head. "Chill,
girl. Robot doesn't care."
The proceeding five hours were a floating blur. Jackie stood in
the comms room, directed ship after ship in non-collision courses
around the nebula. The job was a steep and constant series of calls
and responses to incoming and waiting craft. Sam assisted.
"Astroliner 313, after well veer, climb straight ahead five
degrees Kepler. Thank you."
"Jackie, we have a Corsican military craft requesting
expedited access," said Sam.
"Tell him to follow the greens and stand by for expedite."
"E E S Pearl River is expressing a complaint."
"Send them the docs. They can deal with the Company."
She changed channels. "Yes, Arrowtine Sirius, you have
permission to take route bravo in five. Thank you."
"Jackie, I'm directing Designate 4 7 6 to hold. Their cargo
requires maximum berth."
"Thanks, Sam."
Sam smiled thinly at her. He had started doing that more often.
His eyes stayed crinkled kindly, when he did. Jackie kept watching
him.
Abruptly, Sam frowned. "Jackie, we have an error."
"What?"
"New connections are timing out. We have a receiver down from
debris strike."
"Debris?"
"Yes. The nebula produces particulates. Usually
inconsequential."
"Shit. I'm putting out a mass hold signal." She frowned,
tapped a glowing panel. "Yeah. Fourth quadrant antenna's lost a
tine. Got to E V A and plant a new one."
"I will prepare your E V A suit."
"Thanks."
Minutes later, they were at the twin doors of the airlock. Both
were translucent alloy, showed the nebula beyond. Sam was retrieving
EVA suit segments from a locker. Jackie, connected by one foot to the
decking, worried at her jumpsuit zipper, peered out into space.
"Jackie?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you well? I understand even specialists have qualms
regarding free-body spacewalks."
"It's not that. I've just got to dress. Just look away."
"Ah, of course." He did.
The zipper whispered, shuffled. A mag boot floated past Sam's
head, stuck to the ceiling beside. There was a stretching sound, a
scrape, a bump. "Shit."
"Jackie, I understand micro-gravity handling was your only
Academy score below 20."
"No shit."
"We cannot dawdle. Please allow me to help you, despite your
modesty."
"Fine."
Sam turned. His eyes briefly flitted over Jackie dressed in
nothing but white shorts, arms crossed, blushing. She waved her free
foot at a long, floating EVA boot. "Come on then."
Efficiently, Sam took the boot in one hand and Jackie in the
other. With one arm, he maneuvered the weightless Jackie. He set her
back against his chest and lap, and, holding the metal collar of a
boot, positioned it so she might extend a leg. Jackie held still for
a moment. It was very much like someone helping a three-year-old put
on socks. Tentatively, she extended a foot, pressed it into the boot.
"Why are these so fucking tight?" she said.
"These suit designs use compression as an essential element
in their climatic systems. You must use more force."
Jackie grumbled, shoved, felt herself press back into the android.
His chest was broad, soft. She shoved harder, felt her rear press
into his pelvis. She froze: Between and under his narrow hipbones,
the android's cock was firm. It pressed, semi-aroused, into Jackie's
ass.
Jackie paused, arms crossed. She listened for some sign from the
android. Sam gave not a sign anything was the matter. She wriggled
her rump a little. Still no response. With strange haste, Jackie
continued stuffing her foot fully into the tall boot. She felt Sam's
fingers incidentally brush her inner thigh as he tugged the collar up
her leg. Swiftly, they performed the same maneuver with the second
boot. Jackie shoved hard, felt the android's hard body massage the
burgeoning ache in her groin. Sam gave a little huff of effort.
Unw
45 min
November 03 The Rancher's Daughter: Part 3
The
Rancher's Daughter: Part 3.
Restoring
Philip's manly confidence.
Based on a
post by Dash91830.
Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

Philip's
Devastation.
Getting
back home, I find myself feeling a bit upset. I love my girlfriend
more than anything, but why did she have to boast about her past
exploits? I don't hold it against her or anything. I just don't want
to talk about all the guys she fucked before dating me. What's wrong
with that? I wouldn't make her uncomfortable by talking to her about
other girls, even though I never fucked any before her. If I did, I
wouldn't be bragging about it and telling her that they are tighter
or have bigger boobs or bigger ass. No, the ass part is impossible.
Heather has the biggest ass in our school. All the girls literally
measured each other's ass in a competition.
I sit by
myself on the bed and try to read a si-fi novel, but thoughts of my
blonde girlfriend distracts me. Why can't I get her out of my mind
for just an hour? Am I really so damn pathetic that she's all I can
think of? Yes, she deflowered me, but I couldn't just put her on the
pedestal and treat her as though she is the only thing that matters
in my life. I must find a way to think of something else other than
her. Her and her laugh, and that mischievous twinkle in her eyes,
and the way she mesmerizes me so effortlessly. I quickly snap myself
out of it and berate myself for getting further carried away. I
can't be the guy who thinks of nothing but his girlfriend.
Someone
knocks on the door and I call out " Come in!"
My mom
opens the door and walks into the room. She is a middle aged woman
who is still fairly attractive. My dad definitely finds her
attractive; given how loud he screams her name at night. I always
shudder whenever he cries out loudly and begs her to do all sorts of
stuff to him.
"Is
something wrong?" I ask my mother cautiously, noting the
serious look on her face.
My
mother has a grave expression right now; and it makes me feel a
little nervous, wondering if I somehow did something wrong earlier
today. No, I came home on time and kept to my own room. I couldn't
have done anything wrong, right?
"You
didn't do anything," she says to me, almost as if she could
hear what I'm thinking. "I'm worried about you."
I watch
as she sits down next to me on the bed and picks up the book that I
set down earlier.
She
looks at it and says " I remember that you already read up to
this point in the morning. You've been in your room for an hour now
and you haven't read any further at all. There is something
bothering you, isn't it, hun?"
She
knows me so well. Too well, in fact. I couldn't keep a secret from
her at all. She can always easily see right through me.
I sigh
before finally looking at her in the eyes. "It's just a
girlfriend problem, mom," I tell her.
She
looks at me and waits for me to say something more. "I had a
big argument with her. But it's nothing you have to worry about.
She and I can fix this up by ourselves when we see each other again."
I then take the book back. "Just give me some time to sort
through my feelings first though, mom. What we argued about was
quite messed up and I'm not sure if I can talk about it right now.
Like I said, I really need some time to myself first."
"You
can tell me anything," my mother says to me. She doesn't look
like she'd give up anytime soon, so I know that I will have to tell
her the truth. But I still try to hold off for as long as possible.
It won't be for much longer though. She presses on, asking me "
What is it that you two argued about, exactly? I can't help you if
you don't tell me." I'm about to open my mouth when she says "
And before you say you don't need my help, I know you do. I raised
you and I can tell how you feel. You are in need of a third opinion
right now, my son."
"She
boasted about having had sex with 93 guys and claimed that she did it
for me," I reveal to my mom. She raises her eyebrows in
confusion. "I asked her what she meant by that and she said she
slept with those guys to gain some sexual experience and become a
skilled lover, so when she finally gets me as her boyfriend, she
could make me feel really good in bed." My mom looks like she
couldn't believe this and I honestly don't blame her. I didn't
believe it either and it happened to me. I was there when Heather
said those things. She said it to me just earlier today.
My mom
keeps on staring at me in her shock until I tell her I'm now starting
to feel a little awkward. That's when she breaks out of it and wraps
her arms around me. "Sweetie, you should never thank her for
that," she tells me. "What she did before the two of you
started to date is her business, but to tell you that she did it for
you and ask you to thank her? That's crazy! She sounds like some sort
of entitled bitch to me. She should apologize to you for what she
said and you better make sure she does that." My mom then pat
me on the back in an encouraging way before leaving the room.
That
night I lay thinking in my bed and try to come up with a way to deal
with the problem I got right now. It is all so messy and I have
never had to deal with anything like it before in my life. I
couldn't figure out what to do with the demand that Heather made.
She went a bit too far, in my opinion. Okay, way too far, actually.
But I will still forgive her if she apologizes for it. I would not
thank her for sleeping around before she started dating me, because
it is just crazy. She couldn't have been serious and if she was
serious, then that is a major red flag and I should run.
The next
morning, when my parents are gone, I'm surprised by the visit of my
beautiful girlfriend. Heather looks as gorgeous as ever in her
volleyball uniform as she stands at my front door and gives me an
apprehensive smile. It is the first time I have ever seen her so
nervous. "Come in, honey," I say to her. She smiles at
me calling her honey and I smile back, but only lightly. I'm happy
to talk but we can't just go back to the way it was earlier, not
until she owns up and apologizes for what she did to me yesterday.
That was way too messed up for me to simply forget.
"Listen,
baby," Heather begins once we are inside. She and I sit down
at the big couch together, with her being next to me. "I know
that the stuff I said to you yesterday was wrong and I'm so sorry
about it. I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. Will you
forgive me and give me another chance? Please? I promise I will never
screw up like that again." She looks at me with puppy dog eyes
and I find myself captivated by them. How could I ever hope to stay
angry at her for long? It's impossible to be mad at someone this
cute.
"I'll
give you another chance, baby, but only because I love you so much
and I don't want to lose you either," I say to, and then kiss
Heather, making her grin widely.
She
kisses me back and the two of us make out for a couple of minutes
before we stop.
"Is
there anything else you want to talk to me about, baby?" I ask
her just in case. Feeling her in my arms is the best thing in the
world. Well, except for feeling my cock inside her, of course.
Nothing could ever beat that. She deflowered me and turned me into
her submissive slut so easily. All she has to do these days is tell
me to fuck her and I'd be hopeless to resist.
"I
have to get home soon. My dad will help me with getting a
Congressman's nomination. That's something I need in order to apply
to the Naval Academy," she says. "Emma will help me sort
out other stuff like my academic and sport records." She gives
me one more kiss and then gets up from the couch. "As much as
I'd like to stay here and fuck your brains out, I really need to get
back to the ranch now. I love you so much, baby. I'll drop by to
fuck the shit out of you later." A couple of months ago I would
have looked like a red tomato after hearing those words but now I
only blush slightly.
"Of
course, baby," I tell her. I give her a hug and she leaves.
When my mom is back in my room later, she notices that I'm in a much
better mood now. I tell her that I'm fine now and that there is
nothing for her to worry about, since Heather apologized to me and we
are back on track. She looks very pleased to hear that and gives me
a big hug after I tell her about Heather's plans for her future.
Heather and I are going to stay together and once she's commissioned,
we'll be getting married. I know she will make it. She's got
everything that she needs.
"I'm
really glad for you two, honey," my mom tells me. She strokes
my hair and then leaves the room, and this time I'm able to start
reading the book properly, with my mind now cleared. This is all
that I've ever wanted. I now have a girl who loves me as much as I
love her, and my mother approves of us dating. My girlfriend's dad
also approves too, so that's wonderful. There is nothing in our way
now. We are together and that is all that matters. Having no more
issues in mind, I find reading to be the delightful task that it
normally is for me.
After
that, it's soon dinner time and I get into the living room. My
father is now back from work and he, being a very perceptive person
himself, picks up on the atmosphere and asks me " Is there
something going on right now? Did something happen while I was at
work?" Both of my parents are really astute, I think to myself
as he sits down at his chair. My mom quickly tells him that there
was but we had already taken care of it. "Taken care of what?"
He looks genuinely curious, wondering what's happened earlier before
he came home.
"I
had a minor fight with my girlfriend, but mom gave me advice on how
to deal with it," I tell my dad, who looks a little surprised
by this. "There is now nothing for you to worry about, dad. It
is all clear now. All good. We took care of the problem." He
nods approvingly and we start eating dinner together. "She is
going to the Naval Academy, by the way. After we graduate from high
school, of course." The three of us talk about my future
together during the meal. I have already finished all of my
applications. It shouldn't take much longer to get all the responses
from the colleges and I can't wait for it.
I help
my mom wash the dishes after the meal and she tells me " I'm
glad that you two worked things out. You really have grown a lot
over this past year and I am so proud of you."
Philip's
Front Door.
It's
been another two months now and I'm waiting outside Philip's home for
him to come open the door. He should be opening it soon since I
knocked a minute ago. Soon, Philip is turning the door knob for me
and letting me enter his house. He smooches me and says " Hi,
baby!" I kiss him back and then we go into the living room
together. "How did your application go?" Philip gives me
a slightly worried look. He knows how important it is to me and has
been very supportive over the past months. I could never ask for a
better boyfriend than him. "You got in, right? Or do you have
to wait for them to get back to you?"
Wanting
to have some fun with Philip first, I put on a sad face. He seems to
think that this means I got rejected by the Academy, before I
suddenly break into the biggest grin ever and exclaim " I got
admitted baby!" and fling my arms around him. "You're
looking at an officer in training right now. I'll be off to
Annapolis after graduation so I came here to tell you about it. You
are the first one I told, you know?" Philip too smiles brightly
at me as he returns my embrace, lifting me up and spinning me around
a couple of times, looking as excited as I am.
"I'm
so happy for you!" he exclaims but then says " How could
you scare me like that though? That sad face really had me worried
there for a second. I was already starting to think about how to
cheer you up until you told me you got in." Aww, look at him.
So fucking cute. I couldn't resist the urge and start to pinch his
cheeks gently, making Philip blush in embarrassment. He is such an
adorable boy! The moment I do it he starts to turn even redder than
he was. "Stop it," he mutters, looking like a tomato. Of
course, I don't stop and keep going.
"I'm
sorry, honey, but I just wanted to see how you would react," I
tell him. I then give him a mischievous smirk and say " Instead
of cheering me up, you can reward me. My hard works and effort paid
off. You can reward me by fucking me and cumming in my pussy, baby."
Philip blushes from this and I reach down, groping between his thin
legs, squeezing his balls gently. I love the way he just gets hard
instantly when I fondle his genitals. He is so helpless in my hands
and I love it. I have total control over him, just the way I'm meant
to.
Alas, he
couldn't fuck me right now since his mom enters the room.
"I
don't mind you fucking my son, but please don't do it when I'm in the
house," she says to me playfully.
I
chuckle as Philip flushes again and squirms about a bit.
"How
did your application go? Philip told me that you had aspirations for
the Navy."
I turn
to look at Philip who gives me a little coy smile. Knowing that he
talks about me to his parents makes me really happy. We haven't
really spent that much time with each other's parents yet but that
will change.
"I
just gained an admission. Like I told Philip earlier, I'm an officer
in training now," I tell her and she, too, gives me a warm hug.
I think I'll start calling her mom soon. She probably won't mind
that at all. She is already treating me like a daughter and that's
good, since I'll be her daughter in law in about four years.
"By
the way, I was thinking of an engagement. Between me and Philip, of
course. After I get commissioned, I want to marry to Philip right
away, so I really want to ask you for his hand in marriage right now.
Will you give me your blessings?"
"Of
course!" Philip's mom tells me and I can see my boyfriend's
eyes boggle out as we discuss me marrying him as if he isn't there.
He
should know by now though that he has no say in our relationship. I
make all the decisions around here and he is just going to have to go
along with my whims. That's how it is. I turn to Philip and say "
Oh, that's right. I expect to marry you right after I graduate. It
will be four years so you'd have more than enough time to prepare for
marriage. Learn how to do all the household chores as well as you
could do them."
Finally,
Philip manages to say " Well, I did fantasize about a romantic
proposal but I'll marry you." Me and his mother both start
chuckling and we have a big group hug together. This is all that
I've ever wanted. "I promise I will be here, waiting for you
when you come back."
Hearing
him say that makes my heart swell. I have never felt so happy before
in my entire life. Not even in all those massive gang bangs. Those
orgies were fun but had no sentimental value or any meaning beyond
carnal pleasure. It was only about getting my rocks off back then.
"Alright,
it was great telling you about this," I say to my cute
boyfriend and his mom. "But right now I have to go home and
tell my dad. He doesn't know yet. I wanted Philip to be the first
one to find out that I got admitted."
Philip
gives me another congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek, and then I
also hug his mom before leaving the tiny house. Then I get into my
car and start driving back to the ranch. Along the way, I switch on
the radio and sing along to the song blasting out. This is the best
day of my life and I feel like I'm at the top of the world.
When I
reach home, I go upstairs to my bedroom, where I sit down on my bed
and give Emma and Larissa a call. They should be here in about an
hour. In the meantime, I'll go give my father the good news first.
Once he knows, I'll tell my two best friends. I still couldn't
believe how charmed my life is. To be born into a wealthy family,
have supportive friends and plenty of opportunities to fuck around,
and then land the boy of my dreams. And after all of that, to get my
lifelong dream of being admitted to the Naval Academy. I must have
done something really good in my past life to deserve all this.
My
father eventually enters the living room and sits down on the couch
with me. He looks at me curiously, asking " What did you want
to talk to me about?" I did send my dad a message asking him to
come home at once, after all. "Tell me. I cancelled an
appointment because you said in the text that it is real important.
Is it something at school?" I shake my head. Well, it is kind
of rela
22 min
November 02 The Rancher's Daughter: Part 2
The
Rancher's Daughter: Part 2.
Heather's
Legacy of Bolstering Male Confidence.
Based on a
post by Dash91830.
Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

Philip's
story continues.
It's
been six days now since Heather seduced me in my bedroom, deflowering
me in a passionate fucking that left me unable to walk for an hour
after. I was actually unable to get up from bed due to how weak I
was from draining every drop of cum. That's how hard she fucked me.
Heather just gave me an impish smirk afterwards when I told her that
I couldn't stand up, telling me that the first time can be exhausting
for a boy. I did enjoy her cuddling with me a lot though, and the
way that she rested her face in the crook of my neck and gently
kissed my warm skin. That was what I needed. Tender loving care.
Now I'm
sitting here with her in the far corner of the big library at school,
trying to do my history homework. She isn't letting me though. Her
hand is rubbing me under the table and I tell her; "Later, baby.
I really have to do this right now. I need to submit the work
tomorrow."
Only two
seconds later, I realize that 'submit' was a poor word choice.
Heather gives me an evil smirk and squeezes my cock through my pants
very hard, making me moan. We're sitting around the far corner of
the big table, so Heather can look like she's reading my paperwork
while observing if someone is watching us or approaching.
"Please
baby, let go of my cock. You can play with it later, alright? Let me
get to work first."
She
shakes her head at me and I know there is nothing I can do now but
let her have her way.
"The
only submission you'll be making is to me, baby," she whispers
in my ear. Her words only arouse me further. She then releases my
cock and slips her now free hand into her pink booty shorts. "I'm
fingering myself right now." After that she withdraws her hand
and shows me how wet it is after being inside her hot pussy. She
sticks her wet fingers in my mouth and I can taste her spicy pussy
juices. It's so wonderful and makes my cock harder. She returns her
hand to my crotch and massages it before she unzips my pants.
Heather then slips her hand into her own pants once more to get more
of her womanly juices on her fingers.
She
wraps her coated hand around my shaft and begins wanking me right in
the library, jerking me off with strong pumps. Her fingers feel so
wonderful on my cock and I have to bite down on my lower lip in order
to stop myself from moaning and giving away what is going on.
"Please,
let me tuck it back in my pants. You can play with it later, but not
in a public place like this," I whimper. Why do I have to be
so weak? Just the touch of her hand and I'm now unable to control
myself. "I really don't want us to get into trouble for this."
Heather
leans in closer and tells me " I fucked a bunch of guys at
school and I never got caught. Not even once. We're going to be
fine, darling." She keeps on fondling my genital, sliding her
hand up and down my prick.
There,
she said it again. I didn't believe she could be this sexy and
sultry, and still be a virgin. But she just mentioned several sex
partners, again? Good God, she might have fucked a dozen guys, for
all I can imagine?
Her warm
hand stroking me feels so good and I gasp as she squeezes my erection
rhythmically, alternating between squeezing and caressing. I find
myself marveling at how well she handles a cock. She really is good
at all things sexual. "You are going to cum inside me. I just
want to warm you up with a handjob first."
She
continues to caress my throbbing erection and gives me a kiss right
on the cheek. This sends more blood down to my prick, making it more
swollen. It spasms in her hand and she clenches her fist around my
shaft, giving my pole deliberate strokes with her strong fingers.
Her powerful biceps ripple as she jerks me off.
"I'm
going to cum soon, baby," I warn my hot girlfriend. Heather
quickly releases me and I take this chance to stuff my cock back
inside my pants, zipping up as quickly as I could. She then yanks me
up to my feet.
Heather
quickly drags me with her to the faculty restroom where she locks the
door. Then she rips my trousers off and also gets rid of my boxers
too. I blush as she stares at my cock and wraps her hand around it
again. "Look at how helpless you are," she whispers to
me. "You couldn't keep your cock out of my hand, baby.
Whenever I want to touch it, it gets hard for me. Your cock is mine,
Philip." Then she strokes it a few times before sucking it into
her mouth and giving me an expert blowjob; her hands wrapped around
my ass cheeks and her fingers rubbing my anus.. God, it feels
amazing! I can't believe how good she is at sucking a cock.
My
girlfriend's head keeps bobbing along the length of my shaft. Then
she plays with my balls while rubbing her cunt through her shorts
with another hand. Finally, she deems me ready and takes my cock out
of her mouth. She then slides her shorts down and turns around,
showing off her thick, heart shaped ass. Heather grabs her ass
cheeks and spreads them, giving me a view of her brown star. "My
saliva should be enough lube," she tells me. "Just slide
your cock inside and fuck me already." Not wanting to upset
her, I do as she told and carefully eases my way inside her tight
asshole, feeling her sphincter expand to take me in her.
Her ass
is incredibly tight, making me cry out in astonishment. I never
thought anything could be tighter than her pussy, but I guess I was
wrong. I slowly begin thrusting, my balls slapping into her greased
cunt as I fuck her.
"Ah,
I guess I'm really slutty, fucking you at school like this," I
moan.
She
looks at me over her shoulder with a smirk on her face.
"But
I'm only a slut for you, baby. I'm your slut."
Heather's
smile goes wider when she hears me saying that and she slams her ass
back at me violently, sheathing me with her very muscular, round
buttocks.
"That's
right. You're my little slut, Philip," she says in an airy
tone. "Keep fucking me with that slutty cock. I want to feel
you in my ass." Hearing her say that makes me throb inside her
butt even more and I fuck her faster now, slamming in and out of her
orifice with all my strength. Her anal ring squeezes my prick
tightly and I exhale, trying not to cum too soon. It's very
difficult though, given how hot and tight her booty is. Feeling her
large ass slapping into me makes me want to cum right away but I want
to savour this moment, so I continue to hang on for dear life.
Finally
her snug ass proves too much for me. I scream and start to
ejaculate, rapidly filling her bowels with my cream. My balls heave
as I fire cum into her ass, pumping bucket-loads of semen inside
Heather.
Heather
smirks at me over her shoulder again. "Look at you," she
says. "Trying so hard to be a decent boy. But just a glimpse
of my ass and you're already a little slut, eager to fuck me whenever
I want you to. You are a whore, aren't you, baby? Tell me what you
are." Hearing her say that makes me horny again but I know we
will have to get to class soon, or else we might get into trouble.
As I
withdraw my cock from her butt, she teases her asshole gently,
showing me how my cum is seeping out of her. "Your cum belongs
to me, just like your cock does," she says as she puts her
booty shorts back on. We leave the locker room together and to our
surprise, Emma and Larissa are waiting for us. "Hey, did you
two hear him?" Heather asks her friends casually. Both of them
giggle and I could feel my face turning even redder. They eagerly
nod but the giggling alone was enough to make me know that they know
what just happened in the faculty restroom. "Yeah, my dear
boyfriend is a bit of a slut, isn't he?"
"Oh
absolutely slutty," Larissa nods in agreement, then turns to
look at me. "You were screaming your head off. I bet that ass
of hers must have been really tight."
My
surprise must be visible since she laughs again.
"Oh,
please! She tells us everything. This morning she told us that she's
going to make you fuck her ass today, and she clearly did it, judging
by how exuberant she is.” Larissa continued; “There is
nothing she likes more than getting anal. Believe me. I've seen her
get fucked in that big ass more than enough times." Emma swats
her head, telling her to stop talking about that with me, before
looking at me apologetically.
"I'm
sorry. Larissa here doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut,"
Heather says. "By the way, there weren't that many guys. I
only had sex with a small number. Most of my dates ended with just a
kiss on the cheek or something like that."
I nod,
thinking that she probably exaggerated about her experience during
sex to make herself look cooler. There is no way she could have been
so sexually active and able to focus on her sports and studies.
She's both one of our school's best athletes and one of the highest
academic students in the subjects she takes.
"It's
okay, I don't mind," I tell her. "You're the most
popular, beautiful and talented girl at our school. Not unusual for
you to have had a few guys before me. And that's all in the past
now. What matters is that we're together." Then, in an
uncharacteristically bold move for me, I leaned in and gently kissed
her on her left temple, right in front of her friends.
Heather
is the one to blush for a change and I give her a little smile.
She's not only incredibly hot, but also cute too. I love seeing the
adorable side of her and decide to kiss the tip of her nose as well,
making her go redder than before.
The two
of us head off to separate classes.
I happen
to be in the same class with Emma during this period and she decides
to tease me about what I did.
"I
didn't know you're so slutty, Philip. Fucking my best friend at
school like that," Emma says, making me go red. "Aw,
you're so cute when you blush! If you weren't dating my best friend,
I'd definitely add you to my harem. Granted, 53 guys is already a
lot but I could always use another cock."
My eyes
go wide in shock at her words and she sits her Starbucks coffee,
before noticing my expression.
"Oh,
I am very active on Tinder," she says by way of explanation.
"Not that you would know about that. I bet you never hooked up
with anyone on Tinder."
"I
never hooked up with anyone. Heather's the only girl I ever had sex
with," I mutter, making her smile brightly.
"Why
are you smiling like that? I can understand if she smiles like that
because she's my first time, but why are you so happy about it?"
Emma
just chuckles to herself and a guy behind her taps her on the
shoulder, making her whirl around to look at him. He whispers
something.
"The
jocks can fuck me for free; but geeks like you have to take me to a
nice restaurant, first. Can you do that?" she says to him
while I watch, curious.
The guy
nods.
"Good.
Afterward, if you're well behaved; I'll take you back to my place and
let you screw me."
Then
Emma turns back to look at me. "It's not difficult for me to
get laid since I am really hot and pretty much put out for everyone.
Some, like him, just have to put in a little effort. If they make an
investment, they appreciate the outcome more. Where were we?"
I remind
her that we were talking about why she's so happy that I was a virgin
before fucking, or rather, getting fucked by her friend.
"Oh,
that. Well, I'm just happy for her that she got a virgin cock.
Especially the virgin cock of the boy she's been in love with for a
long time."
Mow I
was smiling. And the smile lasted for the rest of the school day.
Heather
Explains her techniques.
Getting
my adorable boyfriend to fuck me in the ass at school yesterday was
so fun. It's the best experience of my life. His cock is tiny
compared to some of the ones I got stuffed by, but just the fact that
it belongs to the boy I love; was and will always be enough for me.
I can't wait to make him fuck me at school again. If he says no,
then I'll just threaten to get my fix by someone else. My friends
will tell them that it is possible, given how much I used to sleep
around. I don't think I'm a slut, but I was not an innocent little
girl either. I was just a kind of sexually active teen.
Right
now we are in my bedroom together. Philip suddenly turns to me,
putting his book down on the desk. He has a very earnest look in his
eyes. "I want to tell you something, baby," he says to
me. "This means a lot to me, alright?" He holds my hands
tightly and I look at him in surprise. Philip isn't usually this
intense. His eyes tell me that whatever he is about to say now is
something that's very important.
"I
love you. I love you a lot, Heather. I know that it might seem too
soon, but I really do. You are the first and only girl I have ever
and will ever say that to.”
I smile
and look into his eyes for a bit.
“Please,
I'm not expecting you to say the same thing. Just say something.
Anything."
I don't
reply yet, but grab his chin and press my lips to his, kissing him
hard and making him moan. Then I move back slightly and tell him; "I
love you too, Philip."
Philip
smiles coyly as I give him another smooch, holding him in my arms.
"I've been in love with you for a long time now, Philip. I'm
sorry I took so long before saying it to you."
I reach
under the desk and begin to grope him through his pants and unzip
him, when my dad suddenly enters the room. "Oh, hi dad,"
I say to him casually. Philip backs away in shock as he realizes
what is going on.
My dad
is a six foot eight, 230 pound guy. He was a defensive end in
college. With a scowl on his face, he looks more than intimidating.
He glares at Philip and asks me " Who the hell is this
spineless, little shrimp? Does he come from a rich family?"
Even if he doesn't dress well, my father owns a lot of assets, both
from the ranch and the vineyards. He would always tell me that I
need to get a rich, strong husband who could protect me.
Then my
father says to Philip " What is your intention with my daughter?
Are you going to use her for sex or money? You corrupted her with
your lust, didn't you?"
Philip
stammers. He is clearly nervous and I don't blame him. My dad
thinks I am an innocent girl, because I only fucked guys at their
places or at school, with Sean being the exception. Okay, Jeremy the
gardener, too.
"I'm
in love with her, sir," my boyfriend finally manages to say to
my dad. Surprisingly enough, his voice doesn't tremble much despite
the sweat forming above his thin eyebrows.
I know
my dad wouldn't hurt me, but even I can get a bit scared of him at
times. It's hard not to when he looks the way he does.
I'm so
caught off guard by how well Philip articulated himself in his
presence.
"And
not to mention, he never took any advantage of me, dad," I say.
"In fact, I took advantage of him. Several times, too. He
wanted to wait but I threatened to accuse him of raping me, if he
didn't do what I want. Kind of like what Aunt Janine did with her
husband."
My dad
looks disturbed by this fact about his own sister, but his rage has
dissipated.
"Come
on, you know how the women in our family are. I'm just like mom, and
would she let you take advantage of her? It's the oth
34 min
November 01 The Rancher's Daughter: Part 1
The
Rancher's Daughter: Part 1.
The popular
cheerleader has a secret crush on the nerd.
Based on a
post by Dash91830.
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Stories.

My name
is Heather Duran and I'm not a slut, even though my friends think I
am. Ever since my 18th birthday three months ago, I've had sex with
a new guy every day, but that doesn't mean anything. Guys asked me
out, not only because of my very beautiful face, glossy blonde hair,
Big tits, and huge booty, but also because I'm a sure thing. I've
literally put out for anyone and everyone who asked me for sex, if
they asked politely. They didn't even have to buy me dinner. I
never even cared how they look. If you politely asked me to spread
my legs then I would let you pump your cock in my pussy. It's how I
managed to get fucked by 90 guys.
I am on
my knees in front of one of the best ones. The gardener, Jeremy; is
a very tall and muscular man with an eight inches cock. I'm stroking
his large shaft with my hands, using one to caress the middle while
the other stimulates his head. I love the way that his cock throbs
in my fists as I pump it with both hands. I have always been
obsessed with cocks and enjoy all kinds of sex very much, including
handjobs.
I live
in Napa Valley, north of the San Fran area. Dad inherited the family
ranch and vineyard and mom was a hot cheerleader for Stanford, when
dad played football there. We have a gorgeous home and it's kept
perfect because of our housekeeper and our gardener.
I
actually encouraged my parents to hire Jeremy as our gardener when he
applied last month, since he's so hot and I wanted to give his cock a
ride, even before knowing how big it is. I have all sorts of ways to
get cock. I've even paid for stuff by fucking the repairmen, cops,
teachers, and shop clerks.
Some
rich jocks at school tried to offer me money to fuck them. Curious, I
decided to shock Trevor by saying; “Have you got a million
dollars?”
“I'll
pay you fifty bucks for a blow and a fuck.” He rebuts.
“What
the hell! Do you think I'm a whore?”
“We've
already established that. Now we're just haggling about price.”
That's
why I avoid uppity people who think they can manipulate others.
Back to
My gardener.
I keep
jerking Jeremy off and say; "Do you like how my hands feel on
your big fucking cock, baby?" He grunts and nods as I deliver
an expert handjob. It's actually just some practice for me, like the
other 89 guys are. I have never developed feelings for anyone except
Philip, a nerdy guy in my class who I've been in love with for three
years. I just want to have some fun before asking him out and
settling down.
"You
give the best handjob, sweetie," Jeremy groans in pleasure as I
slide my hands up and down his huge prick. Of course I give the best
handjobs. I have had 90 guys to practice with. Today is the last
day of me having causal hook ups though. Today I'll stop it and go
ask Philip out. This is just a way for me to say goodbye to a fun,
active part of my life. His cock looks perfect and his pre-cum looks
very delicious. I know it is tasty since I've feasted on it several
times before and it never disappointed. With a grin, I swipe the
underside of his cock with my thumb. He responds by slapping me
across the face with his huge cock.
Then I
bend forward slightly, engulfing his cock head with my lips. Sucking
on it gently, I slide my lips to the base of his cock. His pole is a
large one but I've sucked cocks so many times it's no longer
difficult for me to deep throat one. There is nothing I enjoy more
than sucking a rocket, not even volleyball, and I'm one of if not the
best on my school's team. Playing the sport and horse riding is what
enhanced my large, round ass that has been roughly pounded by 90 guys
already. Yes, I let all of them fuck my ass. Jeremy fucks my face
really hard and I love it. I love being used as a cum dumpster.
Feeling
his cock in my mouth makes me so wet and my cunt is getting very
moist. Eventually, he explodes in my mouth, flooding it with semen.
I eagerly gulp it down. I always swallow. After gulping down the
first few ropes, I take his cock out of my mouth and jerk him off,
making him spray the rest of his load all over my dolled up face. I
love feeling warm cum splash onto my cheeks and he knows it, giving
it to me, decorating my gorgeous face with his semen. It doesn't
take long at all before he has glazed both my cheeks in his sticky,
white cum.
"That
was really good, Jeremy," I tell him." But now it's time
for you to fuck me." I then lie down on my back and spread my
legs apart.
He lies
between my legs and buries his hard cock inside me.
I gasp
out loud from the pleasure of being penetrated.
He
smirks before thrusting, driving his prick in and out of my pussy.
God, I love getting fucked so much.
Today
I'm going to put an end to my exploits and settle down with Philip so
I might as well go out with a bang. My hands reach up to grip his
back tightly and claw at him as he pumps his cock deep into me.
Jeremy
fucks me really hard. He is one of the best guys who's ever fucked
me, and that's saying a lot since I let 90 guys into my pussy. Like
I said before, I'm not a slut. I just want to explore and sample as
many cocks as possible before going out with my nerdy love. I think
about Philip's adorable face as my cunt spasms from getting drilled.
Having a large cock pound my snatch feels so wonderful. I'll
probably have to use my special dildo to feel good after giving up on
large cocks, judging by what I heard from guys who were in the locker
room with Philip. But that's okay, since I'm having the perfect
goodbye right now.
He
seesaws in and out of my very tight pussy, and my cunt is like a
molten glove that fits around him perfectly and sears his prick with
the flames of my lust. Jeremy's large balls slap into my huge ass
and he grunts as the friction increases with every stroke of his
cock. It becomes too much for Jeremy and he starts cumming bucket
loads inside me, filling up my pussy. This triggers my own orgasm.
I could feel his creamy semen enter my womb as he cums for the next
twenty seconds. It is perfect and once he pulls his still hard cock
out of me, I flip over onto all fours.
He knows
what I want and slams his already lubricated cock into my asshole.
My ass is both smooth and muscular, and more than used to taking
massive cocks. His huge penis slides in very easily. Jeremy's rod
hits deep, stuffing me as he drills my backdoor passage. "Cum in
my ass," I tell him and he empties his balls, filling up my
bowels with his seed. I sigh in bliss and then tell him; "Get
back to work now, handsome. That was the last time. We'll never
have sex again." Then I go take a shower and put my clothes on,
applying make up to my beautiful face to make myself look even
better.
Then I
drive the Aston Martin that my dad bought for me two months ago to
school. I like to go there late, but today I arrive much earlier
than usual. In fact I am actually one of the very few people there
when I get to the school. Another is Sean, a buff janitor who I've
thought of getting banged by before. With a coy bite on my lower
lip, I approach him and tap his shoulder. He turns around to face me
and I say; "I have an itch that you can scratch for me."
The man has a visible tent in his pants, making me smile. "Do
you want to fuck me, handsome? My pussy is free for use." I
then slip my hand down my skirt and rub my clit, feeling how it is
already engorged again.
"You
are a fucking slut," he tells me as he leads me into a nearby
shed.
I am not
a slut but I allow him to call me this since he is clearly getting
really turned on and I really want his cock to be my second cock of
the day. It is my last day of having loads of fun before settling
down and I intend to make the most of it.
He rips
his pants and boxers down and his cock is even bigger than I hoped
for. It is a nine inch rocket.
I
quickly get down on my knees and slide my lips down to the base, deep
throating it easily. Like I said earlier, I have loads of experience
sucking cocks.
He
stands there moaning as I give him a first rate blowjob and tug on
his balls, rubbing them gently. It makes me soaked to suck on this
glorious slab and he thrusts into the back of my throat, making my
saliva coat him. Then he yanks me up and I spin around, placing my
hands on a wall and thrusting my inverted heart-shaped ass back at
him. Sean yanks my tight miniskirt down and pauses. He fingers my
cunt curiously and I quickly figure out what's going on.
"It's
cum," I told him." Someone else already creamed inside me
just forty minutes ago, but I'm still horny. Now stick that monster
inside me and fuck my brains out."
"I
can't believe how much of a whore you are," he says to me as he
drives his large prick inside my molten tunnel.
His good
looks and excellent equipment are the only reason I'm letting him
fuck me. He is such a jerk, calling me a whore when I'm not one.
I'm just very sexual, that's all. The thought disappears when he is
slamming deep into me from behind, making me feel so good I have to
ram back, my huge firm ass crashing into his waist.
He fucks
me for what feels like ten minutes before flooding my cunt with
semen. Then he yanks his cock out and I tell him; "I want
another load, this time in my ass."
Sean
just slides into my huge ass and begins fucking my ass hole really
violently, pounding me and making me cry out in pleasure. I love
getting fucked in my ass so much. The way he stretches out my ass
hole. There is nothing better than feeling the impressive girth
stretching my tight shit hole to the limit and tearing it apart,
destroying my ass with his aggressive fucking.
Soon, he
has his second orgasm, making me climax when his warm cum sloshes
inside my ass and fills up my dirty orifice. He then withdraws his
cock and puts his pants back on. I do the same with my skirt and
leave the shed.
By now
my friends should be here. I head over to where our lockers are,
anxious to meet them.
Emma and
Larissa are there like I expected. There are also many other
students in the hallway by now. I look at the time and am surprised
that I've actually been getting fucked for half an hour before coming
here. "Hey!" Emma hugs me and greets with a kiss on the
cheek, one that I return. "What's up? Did you get fucked this
morning?" Then she sticks her hand up my skirt and feels the
cum dripping out of my vagina. She smirks and then turns to look at
Larissa, who clearly understands the meaning of that smile. "You
slut! You did get fucked already, didn't you?"
"By
two guys," I explain, making the two of them gape. "The
first was the gardener and then it was the janitor. Today is the
final day of debauchery though. You know what I'm going to do."
Both Larissa and Emma nod.
"You're
going to ask Philip out," Larissa says with a teasing grin,
Philip
is a good looking guy whom we've all known since he was in elementary
school. He had severe ADHD and was in the special ed group until last
spring, when he seems to have outgrown the childhood behavioral
disbility.
He was
on meds and very drugged out, so no one really included him in their
social circles.
He's still nerdy, but now is gorgeous and sweet
as a fella can be.
Larissa
couldn't wait to see me rattle the social ladder by hooking up with a
former special ed guy.
Then she
interrupted my answer, her smile grows even wider. "Behind
you."
I turn
around and see Henry and Simon, two dorks from the chess club.
"Hey,
what's up?" I ask them, noticing the flirtatious glint in their
eyes. Looks like I'll get two more final fucks before entering a
real relationship.
"May
I please fuck you today?" Henry asks. "Tom said you'd let
me if I ask politely."
"Whoa,
dude. I told you first that I'd like to fuck her. You only got the
idea later," Simon interrupts. Then he turns to me "Please?
I've been dying to fuck you for a long time now. Let me fuck you,
Heather, Please?"
"There's
no need to fight over me, boys. I have more than one hole, you
know?" I say to them with a teasing grin, making their faces
light up. Emma and Larissa are staring at me in shock, even though
they know how often I've fucked. Most of my fellow popular girls
wouldn't fuck geeks like them, but I always let a boy fuck me if he
asks politely. "Come on. Let's go to the locker room and have
a threesome. You two can decide who gets my pussy and who gets my
mouth."
Unlocking
Two Raging Cocks at Once.
After
Henry and Simon asked me to have sex with them, I've led them to the
locker room. I used the key that I got by sucking the coach's cock
and locked it. Right now I'm on my knees in front of the two nerds,
waiting as they unzip their pants. Their cocks are only six inches
but since they were polite when asking me for a fuck and said please,
I'm going to let them put their cocks in me. I kneel between the two
of them and wrap my right hand around Henry's prick, and the left
around Simon's. "I'm only going to let you guys fuck me once,
so we'll make it count."
Then I
wrapped my lips around Henry's manhood and slide them firmly to his
base. It is ridiculously easy after sucking dozens of bigger tools
but I still enjoy it. The only thing I enjoy more than giving
blowjobs is taking it up the ass. I hum around his cock as I
continue to pump Simon's hard shaft. "You are so kind, sucking
my cock like that," Henry says, much to my delight.
I like
to think of myself as a generous girl, allowing anyone who wanted my
pussy to fuck me. It's an act of charity, and there is nothing
slutty about it at all, not matter what the idiots say.
"And
so good at sucking it too." Henry marvels.
I stop
giving him the blowjob and stroke it, telling him " Thank you.
I've had a lot of practice. You guys are the 92nd and 93rd guys, the
very last guys I'll have sex with before asking the boy I love, out."
Then I turn over to kiss the tip of Simon's pole and lick up his
pre-cum. "I'm in love with Philip. I'm going to let you guys
spit roast me and fill me with your spunk. After that I'll go to
Philip and ask him out on a date." After telling them what I'm
planning to do, I suck Simon's cock past my lips and begin fellating
him while jerking off Henry. Whenever I have an orgy, I always treat
every boy equally.
"That's
really kinky," Henry remarks as he gets a perfect handjob from
me while I suck his friend off. They high five above my head and I
could feel Simon's full balls slapping into my chin as he face-fucks
me like three guys have already done this morning. We're going to be
late for homeroom, but I don't care. I just need to get fucked one
last time before asking Philip out and committing myself to him. I
love that boy and will never cheat on him, which is why I've been
sleeping around when we're not together yet.
After
blowing Simon for a while, I stop. Ripping my skirt down, I get down
on all fours and tell him; "Fuck my pussy from behind and pull
my hair." Then I look into Henry's eyes " You can slam it
into my mouth and cum straight down my throat while your best friend
fills my cunt."
The two
boys quickly get into position I told them, with Henry right in front
of me and sliding his prick into my mouth, while Simon impales my
hairy cunt from behind. He wraps my hair around his hand and yanks
it as he starts fucking my pussy. I've occasionally shaved down
there and have a slight bush above my vagina. With a soft moan, I
slam my ass back to take him in me to the hilt as Henry wraps both
hands around the back of my neck to steady his assault on my open
throat. Then he pumps his cock in and out of my wide-open mouth.
"I
can't believe she's so tight," Simon says to Henry.
I'm too
drunk on cock to be offended, even though that would I would find it
very insulting when I'm not sucking and fucking. He slams into me
really hard whil
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November 01 A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 2
A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 2.
The Consummations.
Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the ►
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Stories.
Sam's eyes grew wide as he grinned.
"You really did think of everything, didn't you?"
"Yep." I placed the box on
the table beside the couch, then stood before Sam and slowly took off my dress.
I was trembling with excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt
my nipples harden beneath my stretch lace underwire bra.
"You're beautiful, Iris," he
whispered.
I grinned and went to Sam, leaning
forward so I could give him a deep kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch,
kneeling beside him. Without speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants,
but my hands were shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task.
I was grateful when Sam took over. Once
he had his pants and underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his glorious
erection, which pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
Looking up at Sam's face again, I saw
that his gaze was pleading, full of the same need overtaking me, and I wanted
more than anything to make him feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my
fingers around his cock, and it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently
stroking, Sam let his head fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his
throat.
I delighted in the silkiness of his
flesh. Sliding the pad of my thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of
moisture. My mouth watered when I thought about tasting it.
Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my
lips against his purple cock tip. Now Sam was trembling, too, and his obvious
excitement made me brave enough to swirl my tongue all around the lovely
mushroom head. The slight saltiness of his skin, combined with a trace of
sweetness from his pre-cum, filled me with carnal lust.
"Iris," he moaned while
brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping his erection, I planted kisses
along the entire length of his rigid veiny shaft. I inhaled his scent, which
only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between my thighs.
Finally I wrapped my lips constricting
tight around Sam's throbbing cock. The sound of his heavy breathing competed
with the volume of the dramatic organ music from the television, and the
flickering light from the horror movie screen, fell on my face as I did my best
to pleasure him.
I wasn't able to take much at first. As
soon as his cock reached the back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag
reflex. He was careful not to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace.
I recalled the technique of relaxing my throat and tongue. While saliva
trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my lips until
I reached my hand.
"Ah, fuck!" he cried.
"Iris, that feels so good!"
I'd never heard Sam use vulgar words
before, and I took it as a compliment. He seemed lost to his lust, and to the
feel of my licking and sucking and stroking. I tried again to take him deeper,
exhaling as another inch of his cock disappeared between my lips.
It was then that I felt Sam caress my
back, his fingertips running along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used
my tongue to give plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached
between my thighs.
I moaned when he began rubbing me
through my stretch lace panties. At first, his touch was a little too low, but
I wasn't about to lift my head from his cock and give him directions. Then his
fingers homed in on my clit, and I moaned even louder, letting him know he'd
reached just the right spot.
"I love how wet you are," he
told me in a guttural voice. I was glad he found it exciting, because my body
seemed intent on producing a copious amount of lubrication for my first time.
As Sam continued massaging my clit, I
shivered from the sheer pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in
my mouth. I wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his
cock.
"Iris, I'm close," he
suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I continued sucking, hollowing my
cheeks in the process. "Iris, oh God!"
I moaned, letting him know I didn't
want him to hold back. His balls constricted and his sack transformed into a
tight rounded pouch at the base of his petrified shaft He let out a loud cry. I
withdrew a bit and locked my lips firmly securely at the ridge of his crown's
swollen ridge, as his whole body tensed, The first rope of semen landed on my
tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it, and my tongue
caressing the underside frenulum of his glorious crown. More spunk quickly
followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for me to get it all
down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn't raise my head until Sam was completely
spent.
Finally licked up the streams of cum
which escaped and ran down his shaft. One last gentle suck of his crown and I
sat up. Grinning, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me,
seemingly transfixed. "Was that okay?" I asked.
"That was fucking fantastic!"
he panted, still catching his breath. "My God, if you're a virgin, how did
you learn to do that?"
"By reading how-to articles,
YouTube instructional videos, and watching porn," I confessed with a grin.
Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he
could give me a gentle kiss. "Thank you for that," he whispered
against my lips.
"I enjoyed doing it," I
whispered back. "It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so
much."
His eyes were full of affection as he
regarded me. "No pressure, but if you still want tonight to be our first
time, it won't take me long to get hard again," he revealed.
"Now that's good to know," I
said, then tilted my head back while Sam's lips traveled over my neck.
"What should we do in the meantime, Sam?"
"I think we should see if I can
make you come while my face is buried between your thighs," he replied,
his breath warm against my skin.
I released a whimper, unable to hide my
eagerness as I nodded.
Sam stood facing me, and began to
undress. His cock was semi flaccid, but still rather full and dangled so
deliciously for my entertainment. Sitting on the couch before him, I was far
too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me to unhook my
underwire bra before tossing it toward his lovely cock. The cool air greeted my
erect nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my tits. I
couldn't resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them together for his
benefit.
"Iris, you're killing me," he
groaned. I watched as he pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them.
Now that he was completely nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take
in the gorgeous sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people,
yet I found him so sexy, I'd already creamed my panties.
That thought reminded me I still had on
my wet underwear. Snapping out of my lust-filled daze, I turned sideways and
laid my head on the sofa's armrest, then arched my ass up and yanked off my
panties, then spread my legs wide.
Sam wasn't joking when he told me it
wouldn't take him long to get hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I
planted my feet on the cushion, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between
my thighs.
For a long moment, Sam studied me, as
if he wanted to commit the sight of my naked body to memory. He took in my
flowing hair and the costume jewelry earrings and choker, His eyes diverted to
my ruby red lipstick, then my mascara eyelashes. He gazed a while on the
natural recline of my C cup tits, and especially the dark stiff nipples now
swollen like chapel spires from two hills. He licked his lips as he took in my
dramatically narrowed waist and the ruby studded navel piercing. But when he
moved to kneel on the other end of the sofa, he locked his gaze on the glossy
wet lips of my cunt, and the bulging stiff reddened nub of my horny clit. The
trimmed and manicured mound of my mons seemed to invite him to frolic in my
newly-mowed lawn. Then he began stroking his cock, his chest rapidly rising and
falling with each shallow breath.
When Sam leaned over me, I thought he
would ravish me right the, But he placed a stiff arm next to my head and
reached up toward the table behind me, I thought he was reaching for the box of
condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried not to flinch in the sudden
light, for it had been far easier to be uninhibited in the shadows.
"I want to get a good look at
you," he said in a husky voice, then he knelt back on his haunches, and
leaned forward so he was at eye level with my most intimate place. I fought the
bashful urge to close my legs and hide myself.

"I can't wait to taste you,"
Sam whispered, placing both hands inside each of my knees, then slowing sliding
them up my inner thighs, til he stopped at my crotch. His thumbs then worked
gently, probing my cunt lips. His index fingers ran through the pubes of my
mound. Then he began drawing his fingertips between my wet, swollen inner
folds. His mere touch brought a cry from my lips. He gently spread my cunt
folds wide as he lowered his mouth to kiss my mons fur. Then he extended his
tongue and licked my hood, I knew he was gathering traces of my juices on his
tongue. His kisses were gentle while he traveled inward. By the time his mouth
was just touching my clit, I was writhing on the couch, desperate for him.
Sam's eyes turned up and met mine.
"Let me know what feels good, and what you want me to keep doing," he
murmured, and I readily nodded.
I honestly wasn't sure what to expect.
Of course I'd imagined how this would feel, but imagining was worlds apart from
actually experiencing. I was convinced I'd enjoy it, yet I wondered if it would
be all that much different from the sensation I derived from touching myself.
But oh God! It was different! As Sam
sucked at my smooth outer lips, drawing them into his mouth, I couldn't hold
back my mewls of pleasure. He gently spread me open with his fingers, and I
stared down at him, my eyes widening when his tongue slid from my entrance to
my clit.
"Yes!" I cried. My hips began
their rhythmic rocking, as if I were already fucking. I heightened my bliss by
fondling my nipples, rolling those peaks between my fingers.
Sam gazed up at me, and the blatant
lust in his eyes made a shudder course through my body. The sound and feel of
his eager lapping at my folds, and the warmth of his mouth mingling with my
heat, was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there.
But he was far from finished with me.
His lips gently circled my clit, almost teasingly, before he began lashing the
swollen nub of flesh with his tongue. My plaintive cries filled the room.
"Sam, oh God, keep doing that, please!" I begged.
He happily complied, working his tongue
against my clit at a relentless pace. I buried my fingers in his hair,
resisting the urge to press his mouth even harder against me. Yet he seemed to
sense what I needed, for he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him.
My face was hot, and my tits heaved as
I breathed hard and fast. "I'm gonna come!" I wailed. "I'm so
close!"
Sam moaned at my words. He rose up and
took my wrists away from my tits, placing them up over the armrest where my
head was. He set his elbows beside my ribs and his fingers began pinching and
rolling my rock-hard nipples. He body sank down on mine and his mouth landed
directly on my engorged cunt. He resumed showing my clit no mercy. The
stimulation was almost more than I could bear, but my thighs began shaking,
signaling that my body was about to surrender to a powerful orgasm. My body was
now fully surrendered to his delight. I gave myself to his will. I welcomed the
lust which now consumed me.
The first spasm caused me to arch my
back and raise my hips. "Sam... oh, fuck!" I managed to shriek before
falling silent and allowing the blissful contractions to seize me. I felt awash
in ecstasy, never wanting it to end. My thighs tremored as if I was in a
seizure.
Then it suddenly became too much. Still
shaking, I squirmed in Sam's grasp, drawing my thighs pressed together against
his head. "I can't, oh! It's too sensitive!" I managed to moan.
He withdrew his tormenting tongue and
then lifted his head, smiling as he gazed at my swollen clit. His expression
made it clear that he was quite pleased with my helpless state.
When he crawled up to kiss me on the
couch, I noticed he was fully erect once more. I was breathing hard, yet I
readily accepted his kiss. "Do you want to wait a little while?" he
asked, smoothing my hair back from my flushed face.
I quickly shook my head. While my clit
was temporarily overstimulated, the rest of my body was another matter. I now
felt his hard cock bent down between my asscheeks. Deep in my core, I throbbed
with the need to take Sam deep inside me.
This time he did reach for the condoms.
I watched eagerly as he took one from the box. I slid down away from my
lust-filled body and knelt to adorn the orange Halloween-themed rubbers I
bought at the costume shop.
Though he was a virgin, he seemed to
know how to put it on correctly, and he winked at me while rolling the condom
down the length of his erection. I grinned, making no attempt to hide my
excitement.
When Sam was ready, He took my two
hands and raised me to sitting. Then he started to lie back on the other
armrest of the sofa, and I looked at him expectantly. "Why don't you
straddle me?" he suggested. "Then you can control the pace while
taking me inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
He was breathing faster, anticipation
and lust clear on his face, yet he was putting my needs first.
Stroking his lovely, lubed orange cock,
I nodded before moving to plant a knee on either side of him. As I hovered
above his cock, I took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm a little
nervous," I revealed with a shy smile.
"I understand," he said, his
voice low and soothing. "Just take it slow, okay? No rush."
"Okay." I placed my hands on
the back of the armrest, on each side of his head, bracing myself while
balancing on my knees. Sam sucked on my dangling left tit. Wigh his right hand
he took hold of his sheathed cock. His left hand wrapped around my ass, and I
waited for him to guide the tip directly to my opening so I could sink down
upon it. Instead, he gently slid it between my inner lips, coating it with my
juices. I was so wet, we didn't need lube. When Sam's cock grazed my clit, I
released a needy whimper and knew no amount of discomfort would stop me from
taking every inch of him inside.
When he positioned his cock right at my
entrance, I knew it was my turn to descend. I began lowering my body.
"Ooh!" I released a soft cry as the head stretched me. Then, trying
to hide my wince, I swallowed hard, then took another deep breath and kept
going. My body was ready, more than ready, but I still had to move slowly.
Sam gazed up at me, his expression rapt.
I heard his groan of pleasure when I managed to accept the tip of his cock.
There was a little pain, yes; but more of a sensation of pressure, of
tremendous stretching. I knew Sam's cock was beautifully, perfectly average,
but at that moment, it felt massive as it penetrated me. Nothing bigger, or
thicker, would have any more satisfying than my lovely Sam's turgid phallus.
Then Sam was all the way inside, and I
couldn't hold back a relieved smile while I settled down upon him. My clit now
pleasured by his furry mound. I Gently shifted back and forth while fully
penetrated by the joyful orange-coated latex, "Ribbed for my
pleasure."
He smiled, too, then pulled me in, to
kiss me. I moaned into his mouth; I wondered if he could feel me trembling.

At first I was afraid to move, afraid
it would hurt. Sam appeared to read my mind, for he repeated, "No
rush." Then he reached both hands to cup my ass, and gently rubbed my
sphincter. By that point, it wasn't as tender, and I took pleasure in the stimulation.
"Oh, that feels so good," I
groaned. "You feel so good."
And he did. Though I hadn't yet begun
to pump, I derived a deep satisfaction from being so completely filled; my clit
so tantalizingly tickled.
Sam's breath came faster, and his mouth
found mine once more, I realized he was shaking, too. Was it hard for him to
remain still while he patiently waited for me to get used to his cock inside
me?
Finally I worked up the nerve to begin
rising, my hips twerking in a slow, rhythmic pace. I kept him almost all the
way inside, not brave enough to try sliding all the way up and down his length,
but as Sam's features contorted with ecstasy, I knew he loved the way I gently
rode him.
With his finger massaging my rosebud,
he lowered his mouth to my left tit and took my nipple between his lips.
"Oh God, yes!" I cried. It was as if my body had become a singular
pulsing current of bliss, and my hips began moving faster.
Sam let out a loud groan, which was muffled
by my tit. A thin layer of sweat covered my skin, and I grew even more excited
by the feel of his mouth sucking my nipple. His right hand came up and pinched
my other nipple.
When Sam withdrew his head, he gave me
a pleading stare. "Iris, oh! Oh fuck! I'm not going to last!" His
words were edged with something like panic.
Seeing as how it was his first fuck,
too; I certainly didn't expect him to hold out long. "That's okay," I
assured him with an affectionate smile. "Don't hold back, Sam."
While rolling my hips, I basked in the
raw pleasure of the act. I could feel my own orgasm building, and soon Sam and
I were both quaking, on the verge of release. His groans and my cries were loud
enough to make me glad my roommate Nora, was out for the evening.
I felt Sam tense, just before he came.
His eyes locked with mine, and I gasped when he bucked his hips, His hands now
firmly gripping my hips while driving his cock deeper inside me. He gave a
helpless shout as he climaxed; his jaw slackening. Yet even in the grip of his
orgasm, he continued pressing me tight so my clit kept rubbing his pubes,
determined to make me come.
"Yes!" I wailed, surrendering
to him then: to his fingers, his cock, and his stare full of bliss. A low
scream escaped my lips as I reached my orgasm, my body wracked by delicious
spasms. My muscles clenched around Sam's cock again and again, and he released
a low groan. His breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed.
Finally my contractions subsided, and
as much as I wanted to nestle up against Sam and bask in our post-orgasmic
satisfaction, I knew I couldn't. After giving him a quick kiss, I sat up, and
he held the condom in place so it wouldn't slip while I eased myself off of
him.
Sam looked down at his slowly softening
orange-hooded cock. It was coated in my juices. He let out a proud
"Ah!", and then he looked at me and grinned. "My God, that was
incredible!" he said.
"It sure was," I replied, my
grin mirroring his. Then I wondered if I was bleeding; I was only a little sore
after our first time, but I figured I'd better check just in case.
"Be right back," I told him,
then hurried to the bathroom to relieve myself. Wiping between my thighs, I
discovered I hadn't bled at all.
Next, it was Sam's turn to clean up,
and while he was in the bathroom, I put on my matching lacey bra and panties.
Grabbing a folded blanket from under the lamp table, I sat down and wrapped it
around me, and I realized I couldn't stop smiling. Whatever the future might
hold for me and Sam, I knew I would never regret him being my first.
He returned still naked, to the living
room, giving me a sweet grin. I watched as he pulled on his underwear over his
depleted lovely cock. Then he slipped on his pants, but didn't bother with his
shirt. I stood and opened the blanket, revealing my bra and panty ensemble, as
I embraced him with an open mouth kiss. Then he settled in, lying on the couch
behind me; Snuggling, spooning me, and I situated the blanket over us.
Sam wove his fingers through my hair,
giving me kisses on my erogenous neck. Though I'd just come twice, my body
immediately responded to him. He held me close, a
23 min
October 31 A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1
A
Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1.
Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for
two on Halloween.
Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the ►
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the
call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building
entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.
"It's such a gorgeous day," I
sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was
spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in
the cool, crisp air.
"Soon it's going to be
freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long
enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there
will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the
cafeteria for months."
I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let
thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam
and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I
finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for
dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to
him anyway.
He shook his head. "No, thank
you."
"Oh, come on!" I insisted.
"It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this
time of year."
He looked at me with an amused smile,
and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.
Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so
expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in
constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers
through it and brush it back from his face.
"My family never celebrated
Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents
were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I
got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him
and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he
went on.
I loved Halloween, though being a shy
introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made
me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where
we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to
give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd
resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment.
Turning toward Sam now, I playfully
held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it.
"You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your
life," I told him.
"Well, what about you?" he
asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?"
I shrugged. "My social life is
pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly
felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness.
I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come
over to my apartment," I finally managed to say.
My ability to flirt was abysmal; I
couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse,
I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer.
When he didn't speak right away, I
awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to
get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old
horror movies and drink apple cider..."
Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring
myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic.
"You know what, Iris? That sounds
like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he
moved a few inches closer to me.
I tried and failed to suppress a
delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at
around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of
a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when
you get there, just come around back."
Sam's smile widened, as if my
enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the
delights of Halloween?" he asked.
Something in the tone of his voice made
a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I
replied.
He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck
my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I
told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little
get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were
simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans.
So why did I feel so nervous? Why were
my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning
in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs?
"And you're going to wear a
costume?" Sam asked.
I looked up and gave him what I hoped
was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't
dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all
out."
Sam reached over to pluck a piece of
candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't
promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said.
"I can't wait to see what you come
up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I
be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough.
When my eyes met Sam's once more, I
immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew
I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel
eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average.
But during the one night of the year when
Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I
wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident,
no longer shy and insecure.
And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave
enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he
might decide he felt the same way about me.
Halloween was still several days away,
but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon.
Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely
contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place.
"Can I help you find
something?" a woman behind the counter asked me.
"The Bride of Frankenstein,"
I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I
prayed the store had it in my size.
The fates must have been smiling down
upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it
would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me.
I gazed at the black wig, which of
course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look
wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner
and smoky eye shadow.
The sleeves of the virginal white dress
resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked
the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight.
"I don't need to try it on,"
I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want."
The costume was a little pricey for my
budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down
at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me.
While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was
still a virgin.
After I paid for the costume and left
the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I
studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large
enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a
frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple
cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of
lipstick.
As I surveyed the items in my cart, I
realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that
excited flutter return to my stomach.
I tried not to let myself get too
carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still
I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in
finding.
Finally I located the condoms, and I
stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was
relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the
descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I
did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom.
I paid for the groceries and then
started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark,
and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left
the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my
apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided
almost no illumination once I reached my door.

Nora was middle-aged and recently
divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with friends or on a
date. Of the two of us, I was the homebody, and I thought she liked having a
quiet tenant around to keep an eye on things while she was gone.
Once I'd carried all my purchases into
my apartment, I put away the groceries and then rushed to try on my costume.
Standing before the mirror in my
bedroom, I donned the Bride's dress. A delighted grin danced on my lips when I
found that it indeed fit me perfectly. After putting on the wig to complete my
outfit, I turned from side to side, trying to imagine what Sam would think of
me. My costume wasn't sexy; if anything, the dress was modest. But I was
definitely transformed into someone new while wearing it. I could only hope the
getup persuaded Sam to see me in a different way, too.
For the rest of the week, Sam and I ate
lunch together, but neither of us mentioned him coming over for Halloween. The
holiday fell on a weekend, and by Friday, I was worried Sam had forgotten all
about our plans, but as we headed back inside after our lunch break, he looked
over at me and smiled. "So I'll be at your place at six on Halloween
night."
I nodded, trying not to look too eager
as I smiled back. "You have the address, right?" I'd given it to him
earlier in the week, but I wanted to make sure.
"Of course," he said.
"Would you like me to bring anything?"
"Just your handsome self," I
replied without thinking, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I
wanted to die of mortification. His handsome self? Who actually blurted out
something like that? Awkward and socially inept Iris, that was who.
The surprise was evident on Sam's face,
but his smile widened. "I will be sure to do that, Iris. And by the
way," he went on, leaning close to me and lowering his voice, "you're
really cute when you blush."
I spent the day of Halloween cleaning
my apartment, determined to conceal the fact that I was a bit of a slob. By the
time I had the place spotless, it was well into the afternoon, and once I ate a
late lunch, I hurried to take a shower.
As the water cascaded over me, I stared
down at my body. I'd just shaved my legs and armpits, but I wasn't sure what to
do about my pubic hair. I normally kept the dark triangle between my thighs
closely trimmed, but now I wondered if I should shave it. If Sam and I got to
the point where he actually saw my pubic hair, would he wish I was bare?
Finally I decided to leave the hair
covering my mound while I shaved my outer lips. When I set the razor aside, I
slid my fingertips over the newly smooth skin and realized I liked the way it
felt. My flesh felt more exposed, not only to the cool air and the water but
also to my touch.
I couldn't resist giving my clit a
teasing rub. My body immediately responded, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
I seemed perpetually horny; it was as
if my body was desperately trying to steer me toward finally having sex. To
relieve my frustration, I masturbated frequently, and it never took me long to
come.
Leaning against the shower wall, I
spread my legs wider and began massaging my clit with a quick, circular motion.
With my other hand, I sought out my entrance and worked two fingers deep
inside. There was a twinge of discomfort, a hint of pain, while I attempted to
stretch my opening. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, maybe a lot at
first, but that wasn't enough to dampen my desire. Even now as I thrust my
fingers in and out at a fervent pace, my body readily accepted the intrusion,
and I could feel how wet I was.
Glancing downward, I saw that my pale
pink nipples were hard from my arousal. All I had to do was imagine Sam's mouth
around one of them, and I was right on the edge of climax. My thighs shook as I
rubbed my clit faster. I fantasized about the way Sam would look, the way he
would feel, while he took me.
"Fuck me, Sam!" I cried
shamelessly.
As the words echoed off the shower
walls, I surrendered to a fierce orgasm. Releasing a helpless wail, I felt my
muscles clench around my fingers deep within me. Again and again my body
spasmed, and I reveled in each blissful contraction.
After my climax subsided, I continued
trembling. Gently withdrawing my fingers from between my thighs, I closed my
eyes and waited for my breathing to slow.
My movements were languid as I finished
showering, and when I finally stepped out onto the bathmat and began drying
off, I found I was relaxed, almost drowsy. Maybe it was a good thing I
masturbated before Sam arrived, I thought. It would keep me from throwing
myself at him as soon as he stepped inside my apartment.
The idea of doing that made my
sensitive clit throb, and I realized it would take far more than one orgasm to
subdue my yearning for Sam.
I went about blow drying my hair, then
carefully pinned it back so it would be hidden under the wig. In my bedroom, I
chose to wear a lacy white stretch lace underwire bra and matching panties
beneath my dress. As I carefully applied make-up, I aimed for a dramatic effect
that wasn't too over the top. My deep red lipstick was striking, and I managed
to create the exact look I wanted with the eyeliner and shadow.
Finally I put on the wig and stepped
into black heels before giving my reflection a critical look. Then I grinned in
satisfaction. "Perfect," I declared.
A few minutes before six, I put the
pizza in the oven. I was grateful for something to do, as my anxiety had
returned with a ferocity that made my hands shake. It wasn't yet dark, but the
day was fading fast outside the kitchen window. Thinking about what the evening
might hold for me and Sam was enough to quicken my pulse.
Sam arrived right on time, and when I
heard his knock, I rushed to answer the door. As soon as we saw each other, our
mouths dropped open. I'd never seen Sam in anything other than business casual,
but he now stood before me wearing a black cape over a white dress shirt, black
vest, and black pants. His burgundy ascot was a perfect final touch to the
costume. His hair was slicked back, and he'd even given himself a prominent
widow's peak.
His stare swept over me, and when he
grinned, I noticed his fangs. "You are one spectacular bride!" he
exclaimed.
I couldn't help but giggle at his
compliment. "And you're one sexy vampire. I love your costume!" I
made a show of beckoning him into the apartment. "I know you can't enter
unless I explicitly invite you inside, so please do come in."
Sam laughed and stepped into the living
room. As soon as I closed the door behind us, he drew me into a quick hug.
"Thanks for inviting me over tonight."
After I recovered from my initial shock
at being in Sam's arms, I hurriedly hugged him back. "Thanks for coming.
Are you hungry? The pizza's almost ready."
"Sounds great." He looked
around my apartment as we headed toward the kitchen. "This is an awesome
apartment."
"It's kind of small, but I like
it," I said. "Nora--the woman who owns the house and lives
upstairs--told me she would be at a party tonight, so no one else is
here." I tried to keep my voice casual as I revealed this information to
Sam.
"Then we can go absolutely
wild," he responded with a grin.
I knew he was only teasing, but the
thought of going wild with him made my cheeks redden. All I had to do was
remember my earlier fantasy in the shower, and I immediately grew wet.
"We can do whatever we want,"
I informed him, flashing my own wicked grin.
Sam raised his eyebrows, and I could
have sworn I saw his face flush a little as well. I busied myself with taking
the pizza out of the oven, hoping I hadn't come on too strong.
"You need any help?" Sam
asked.
"Nope. Just make yourself
comfortable, and I'll have this ready in a sec."
Sam sat down at the table while I
divided the pizza into slices. I couldn't help but be hyperaware of his
presence, since I was used to spending all my time in the apartment alone.
Once I'd put our plates on the table,
along with a glass of cider for each of us, I sat across from Sam, trying to
suppress a nervous giggle.
"I'll have to take my fangs
out," he said.

"Yeah, I guess Dracula never tried
to eat pizza. But there's a first time for everything." I lifted my glass
of cider. "Here's to your first time celebrating Halloween, Sam."
He grinned and gently tapped his glass
against mine.
As we ate dinner, the conversation
flowed easily between us. It was as if we were sitting together at lunch,
chatting away, and I felt the tension in my shoulders gradually disappear. The
evening was going great, I assured myself. Sam looked like he was having fun.
After we finished eating, Sam insisted
on helping me wash the dishes. We stood side by side at the sink, with me
washing and him drying. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied. "My
parents were okay with pumpkins, but jack-o'-lanterns? That's another
story."
I nodded toward the pumpkin I'd placed
in the corner of the kitchen. "Well, tonight you're in luck, because I
picked out the perfect pumpkin for you to carve."
Sam threw his head back and laughed.
"Only if you help!"
"Deal."
As we took turns scooping out the slimy
pumpkin innards, I gave Sam a sidelong glance. "You don't feel like you're
doing something sinful right now, do you?" I asked. "I don't want you
to be uncomfortable."
"No, not at all," he
answered. "I have no issue with religion, but my family is just...
overzealous. My parents pretty much stopped talking to me when I told them I no
longer wanted to attend church with them every Sunday."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
Sam shrugged, but I knew his family's
estrangement bothered him. "I figure they'll come around eventually."
Sitting at the table beside me, he carefully carved the pumpkin. "Do you
get along with your mom okay? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like
you two have a good relationship," he said.
During one of our recent lunch
conversations, I'd mentioned to Sam that my parents were divorced and I rarely
saw my father. "Mom's great," I told him now, "but we're so
different. She's confident and outgoing, and I'm... not."
Sam looked at me and smiled. "You
are when you get to know someone," he said. "I like that."
I beamed at his words, then leaned back
in my chair, regarding the pumpkin's new grinning face. "You did a great
job! Looks like you're a pro at carving pumpkins." Jumping up from the
table, I got a tea light candle to illuminate the jack-o'-lantern. Once it was
lit, I turned off the kitchen light so we could admire Sam's work.
As we stood side by side, he slipped
his arm around me. I nestled against him, basking in his warmth while inhaling
his familiar yet enticing scent. I was exquisitely aware of my body touching
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28 min
October 29 Lady Annabelle & Kate
Lady Annabelle & Kate
Two stories from 3 centuries, about one English mansion.
By Blacksheep. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

An aristocrat has an exciting encounter with a highwayman
It is the Year of Our Lord 1760, and the roads leading to
and from London be the most perilous for any traveler. Hounslow Heath being a
favorite haunt of the highwayman and footpad. Folly indeed, for the unwary to
wander alone. And London be a very wicked place, so it hath been told, with
whores, beggars and cutpurses on every street corner,
The journey of Lady Emily Arundel and her daughter Annabelle
had been an uneventful one so far.
"And when we arrive at Mablethorpe Hall, be sure to
show your appreciation to Lord Barrington-Smythe. His son, William, wishes to
seek your hand in marriage," Lady Emily began.
"Yes Mother," her daughter replied, with a
distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"His estate comprises over a hundred acres of
land,"
"Well, hark at that!"
"owns several horses related to Whistlejacket,"
Annabelle struggled to contain a sigh.
"properties in the colonies,"
"How glorious, Mother."
"knows a clutch of fashionable London society in
beautiful silk suits and powdered wigs attended by almost equally well
appointed valets! Whom are accompanied by gorgeous ladies in even more
elaborate wigs and dresses in the latest Paris fashions,"
The corpulent gentleman sat opposite them in the coach was
Lord Bracewell, an old and dear friend of Lady Emily. He grinned at Annabelle,
sensing her discomfort.
"Your Ladyship, it may please you to know, that we are
but a mile from our journey's end." And thank heaven for that, Bracewell
thought to himself, now feeling the great need of a chamber pot after drinking
an excess of ale. He adjusted his periwig.
"Erm, perhaps an opportunity at this gathering for a,
f, er, you know, eh?" He gestured something and Lady Emily quickly tapped
his leg with her foot.
"Shush. Manners, Cuthbert! Later, perhaps,"
At that moment the coach lurched as it hit a particularly
large pothole. This stretch of road was notoriously bad.
Suddenly, the coach shuddered to an uncomfortable halt and
the horses squealed. Other hooves could be heard alongside.
"Stand and deliver!"
"Oh dear God!" Lord Bracewell exclaimed, crossing
himself. "I fear we are about to be robbed!"
The masked stranger yelled at the coachman. "Throw down
your weapons my bonny boy, or I'll spill your guts on the road!"
There was the sound of muskets hitting the ground.
Inside the coach, Lady Emily trembled and uttered a prayer.
A robber might take more from a lady than her silver.
Annabelle should've been as terrified as her mother, but her
wildly-beating heart was more out of excitement.
"Perhaps this man may be more merciful than we give him
credit for?"
"Hush, my dearest daughter. These bandits are without
scruples! Pray to the Lord!"
A bay-colored horse's head and then its rider appeared
outside the window. The figure who leaned down to peer into the window appeared
tall, wearing a cape, a three-cornered hat and a black handkerchief across his
mouth. Dark brown eyes.
"Well now, what fabulous treasure do I find?" The
highwayman pointed a flintlock pistol inches from Annabelle's face. He leaned
forward and with a move of his wrist he flicked back her hood with the muzzle
of the pistol.
"Ah. A true English Rose."
"Sir, I beg of you, do not harm my daughter," Lady
Emily intervened. "She is but eighteen, an innocent child, she has no
silver!"
"Her fortune awaits at Mablethorpe Hall no doubt. But
it is she I am taking, not her money. Come." And he beckoned, the hand
still held out to help Annabelle down.
"Why, what foul swine would take a young lady's honor?
I forbid you to lay one finger on her!" Lady Emily yelled. "Take me in
her place."
"No Mother, I shall do as he asks," Annabelle
interrupted, taking his hand.
"My child, no!"
"It shall be alright Mother," Annabelle replied.
"Your daughter knows her own mind, Madam," the
highwayman said. "So now, I must ask you to keep thine own counsel. It
would give me no pleasure to shoot your coachman and your gentleman
companion."
Lady Emily could do nothing but remain in the coach as the
mysterious stranger led Annabelle away and into the trees at the side of the
road.
"Sir. If I may be so bold, may I request a merciful
death?" The damsel inquired.
This rather caught the highwayman off guard. This young lady
intrigued him far more than the other wealthy folks he'd ambushed in the past.
How the ladies had screamed like banshees and pleaded for their lives. The
simpering, periwigged dandy who'd pissed his breeches when a gun was pointed at
his head. Aristocrats. The damned preening lot of them! How he loathed these
ruling peacocks. Oh, he hadn't always been a highwayman. Back in his old life
he'd fought for king and country. Until good fortune and those he looked up to
had betrayed him,
He had planned to kidnap the girl and hold her to ransom.
Lord Arundel's daughter would command a high price.
"You are indeed bold. And, I have no wish to kill you.
Your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to
rouse their passions."
Annabelle thought for a moment. "Since I am without
silver or jewels, perhaps I could offer you a gift of a different kind? If I
were to sufficiently please you, would you let my mother, Lord Bracewell, the
coachman and myself go free? I'll do anything, to please you."
He blinked. "Even the most unladylike of things? Do you
realize what you are saying?"
"Sir, I am shortly to be married. It would be most
helpful if I were sufficiently skilled in how to pleasure my husband on our
wedding night. I have no experience whatsoever in meddling with a man, perhaps
if I could, practice somehow." Those less-than-polite urges that had been
assaulting her body recently, had now found the perfect outlet.
"Will you service my prick like a common whore?"
"Yes sir," Annabelle replied, kneeling before him.
"Let's see you try then." He kept his pistol in
his right hand. "No teeth."
Annabelle unbuttoned the highwayman's breeches slowly, her
careful motions at odds with the look in her blue eyes and pulled out the large
and swollen member. She couldn't help but stare at his impressive length,
simultaneously afraid and eager. A man's weapon in all its hardened glory. A thing
she'd previously glimpsed from afar, now in her hands.
He expected her to hesitate, but to his surprise, she leant
forward and ran her tongue up the shaft. With all haste, she opened her mouth,
allowing him to move it inside. He began to thrust his cock inside her mouth,
holding her head steady. Shocked at herself, Annabelle couldn't deny that as
she heard him pant and moan, she felt somehow strangely empowered. She began to
suck, working her tongue around his member. The highwayman cursed and blasphemed
holding her head firmer as he began to thrust faster.
Eventually, he grasped her blonde hair tightly as he
groaned, pushing his entire length down her throat and shot his seed into her.
She swallowed every drop of it, rather liking the taste.
"Impressive," he panted. He'd enjoyed that a lot
more than he was willing to admit, but wasn't done with this little rich girl
just yet.
"Have you had enough yet, Marchioness Whore?"
Panting she replied, "I think not. Please."
"Please?" He ran his hand under her dress and up
her thigh. "Please what?"
"Please sir."
He fingered her tantalizing wet womanhood. "Louder, if
you please."
"Ah, Please sir!"
He chuckled, and withdrew. She was ready to beg him, but before
she could he had her up against a tree, hands tied then the rope wrapped hight
around the thick trunk. With swift action he pulled up her skirting and down
went her petticoat. Pulling her ass out to meet him, had entered her virgin
cunt from behind, feeling the satisfying tightness of a deflowering. She winced
and made a squeal similar to those a fox makes when mating. It hurt, but at the
same time it felt so good. The highwayman withdrew until just his cockhead was
still engaged, leaving Annabelle feeling a little disappointed. But then he
pushed back in, all the way and in one go.
His animal instinct had kicked in and he had one overriding
desire; to plant his seed in this nubile young lady. He picked up speed,
plunging deeply each time.
Annabelle's own arousal was equally uncontrolled. She knew
what was about to happen after her recent voyeurism of Lord Bracewell fucking
her mother across a grand piano one afternoon. A more amusing rather an
arousing spectacle that brought to mind an overfed pug mounting a chair leg.
This time the explosion was even more powerful - and it was accompanied by the
highwayman's roar as she felt him fill her passage with his issue. It seemed to
go on forever and she felt it leaking out around his shaft and down her legs.
"God," he gasped as he finally withdrew from
Annabelle. He untied her and helped her stand.
"Did I, please you sir?" Annabelle inquired in her
refined & well-bred cadence.
The highwayman finally removed his face covering. Annabelle
was surprised to see a weathered but good-looking man, with cheeks bearing
scars. Under his cape, she had glimpsed a torn and darkened coat, that had
been, long ago a Redcoat officer's uniform. This man was no stranger to battle,
and had a long history that he wasn't prepared to reveal.
"You and the others have earned your freedom Your
Ladyship." He said with a bow, removing his 3-point hat in the process.
Her charms prevailing to ransom her entourage.
His siring became her own treasure, preparing her for yet
more charming accomplishment in the upcoming matrimonial bedchamber.
A Night at Mablethorpe Hall
Two millennials Ravished by the ghost of a Redcoat on
Halloween.
"Don't you just love a Halloween-themed tour and a meal
at an English country house?" Kate said to her friend as the minibus they
were in pulled into the grounds of Mablethorpe Hall.
"Yeah, these old places have a real atmosphere!"
Chloe replied.
"I've wanted to do something like this for like,
forever. Stay overnight in some old place, pretend I'm lady of the manor. I'm
so glad I booked this trip."
"Kate you are such a history nerd. Lucy Worsley has a
rival."
"My heart is in the 18th century. Seriously. I just
love anything from that time."
Kate had often been described as an atypical millennial.
They got off the bus and collected their luggage.
"Come on, the tour is about to start. Let's dump our
luggage. Apparently this place is haunted."
Kate smiled. "All good English manors should have at
least one ghost! Three hours in a minibus. I'm stiff from sitting so
long."
They collected their room keys. The Hall had not yet
upgraded to the modern electronic key cards. Kate liked that. A traditional
brass key was more in keeping with the decor. The receptionist looked worried.
"Are you ok with having Room 13?" she asked.
"Sure. I'm not superstitious. Don't tell me it's
haunted?"
"Well, some guests have reported that really strange
things happen in that room. And the wi-fi doesn't work in there."
Kate just assumed the woman was joking. "In that case,
it sounds like my kind of room! Think I can last a few hours without
wi-fi."
The room was large and splendid. "Seriously? I get a
king-size four poster bed?" Kate exclaimed as she gazed in awe. "This
is so fantastic! I feel like Queen Anne."
The bed looked so inviting, Kate couldn't resist just
flopping back on it and spreading out.
"Bliss!" she sighed. So much better than the
single bed back at her cramped one-bed flat. She closed her eyes,
Abruptly, Kate was overcome by a bizarre horniness, and masturbated
more than she'd done in a long time. She was getting so wet, so hot and in a
rush to give herself the release she so desperately needed. She hitched up her
dress and pushed her panties down just a bit, then shoved her right hand down
to her cunt. She used her left hand to push up her nightshirt and play with her
breasts, pinching her nipples hard, making her moan with pleasure. Kate's right
hand was busy with her cunt, alternately slipping down between her cunt lips
and inside her hot, wet core, fucking herself with fingers, then pulling out to
rub her clit. Back and forth, over and over. She was moaning, fantasizing about
being pounded, pounded by an unknown uniformed man. Begging him to fuck her
harder and send her climaxing in ecstasy,
Kate was screaming. Suddenly her orgasm peaked and hit full
force. She stopped all movement with her hands momentarily then began again, at
first very fast and hard, then slowing as her orgasm began to subside.
She lay there as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Jesus," she muttered, when she could finally
catch her breath again. "What the hell just happened?"
The tour had already begun when Kate arrived to join the
others.
"What took you so long?" Chloe asked.
"Thought you'd got lost."
"Oh I just, er, oh wow, check out that tour
guide!"
"Mablethorpe Hall, one of Berkshire's finest country
estates back in the day," the tour guide began. He was dressed in early
18th century period costume, with a long wig, frilled cuffs and breeches.
"He looks just like John Hurt did in Rob Roy. I love
the costumes in that movie." Kate whispered to Chloe, who rolled her eyes.
Kate listened intently as every detail of the building's
history was described.
"But the most fascinating story of Mablethorpe,"
the guide continued, "is that it's said to be haunted by Major Robert
Wolfe, a British Army officer."
The was a chorus of "oh!" from the assembled
tourists.
"The Major is said to return to Mablethorpe every
Halloween night, in hope of seeing the woman he once loved."
"So the poor sod just wants to get laid?" a
middle-aged bloke at the front said, and everyone burst out laughing.
The tour guide evidently took this old legend extremely
seriously and did not see the funny side.
"As I was saying, the Major was in love with Lady Annabelle
Barrington-Smythe. That in itself was a scandal, for she was married to William
Barrington-Smythe. Rumor has it that the Major was actually a notorious
highwayman known as The Fox, "
Later, the guests were treated to a Halloween-themed meal in
the Hall's grand banqueting room. There were the usual things adorning the
tables - Jack o' lanterns, candles everywhere, fake cobwebs. In the background,
a string quartet dressed as witches played a medley of Bach and Handel.
"Not as spooky as I was expecting," Chloe said as
she sampled the pumpkin pie and spiced rum. "I was hoping the lights were
going to go out and there'd be a jump-scare or something. Like two years ago
when we went to that zombie-themed night at Castle Howard. That was creepy as
hell!"
"This is nice though. Lots of atmosphere. I like it
here. I'd like to, get married in a place like this. Have a historical-themed
wedding. That is, if, "
"When, Kate. When you meet that ideal guy. And you
will. He's out there. Plenty of fish. Steve was a complete areole, but he's
ancient history. A bit like this hall."
"True!"
After the meal concluded, there was more live music and
dancing.
"Think I'm going to call it a night," Kate said.
"Oh you lightweight," Chloe replied, already
tipsy. "Aren't you going to stay up for the midnight ghost walk in the
grounds? You might see a good-looking highwayman."
"No, I'm totally exhausted. Really. You can tell me all
about it in the morning."
"Fine, whatever. I know you're too afraid!"
Kate headed up to her room, surprised at being overcome by
such tiredness. She hadn't drunk that much, and it had hardly been an energetic
evening. The glorious king-size bed and it's luxurious blankets beckoned,
Sometime after midnight, Kate was in a deep slumber, but
also in the throes of a nightmare.
He's coming,
Kate did not dream often, and she was even less often
plagued by bad dreams. Several times she stirred, came half awake, and heard
herself gasping in panic. Once, drifting up from some threatening vision, she
heard her own voice crying out wordlessly in terror, and she realized she was
thrashing about in the bed.
Suddenly the air was oppressively heavy, hot, thick; as if
it were not air at all but a bitter and poisonous gas of some kind. She tried
to breathe, couldn't. There was an invisible, crushing weight on her chest. The
unmistakable smell of gunpowder. Hoofbeats, many horses. Some kind of battle?
A murderous barrage of lightning crashed like a volley of
mortar fire, seven or eight tremendous bolts; and woke her from sleep in an
instant.
"Holy shit." Kate gasped as the storm made her sit
upright in bed. She remembered what Chloe had said earlier, about the tour not
being scary. Evidently, nature had now delivered a jump, a scare of its own.
Already her memory of the nightmare had begun to dissolve;
only fragments of it remained with her, and each of those disassociated images
was evaporating as if it were a splinter of ice. All she could remember was
that she'd been in a battle of some kind, and there had been many men -
soldiers on horseback. They'd been pursuing her. Firing guns.
As the nightmare receded, Kate became uncomfortably aware of
how dark the bedroom was. Before going to sleep she had switched off both the
bedside lamps. The curtains were all closed, and only thin blades of moonlight
were visible between the gap she'd left. She had the irrational but unshakable
feeling that something had followed her up from the dream, there was another
presence in the room, oh God! She fumbled for the lamp switch, damn, where was
it? Groped around, switched it on. Relief as golden light flooded the room,
And then she saw him. Stood at the side of the bed. He was
dressed in a Redcoat uniform, just calmly standing there.
She gasped, but was so shocked, she couldn't utter a sound
for a moment. Then her initial shock turned to anger. Was this part of the
Halloween tour? Having re-enactors actually enter the guest bedrooms was
completely unacceptable.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kate yelled.
He seemed taken aback by her reaction. "Who are
you?" She demanded once she had caught her breath again.
"I beg your pardon, Miss," he began. He removed
his hat as he moved closer.
"Major Robert Wolfe of His Majesty's 58th Regiment of
Foot."
"What are you doing here?"
He smiled politely. "Where I come from, when a
gentleman introduces himself, a lady generally responds in kind."
Kate was about to respond with a sarcastic remark, but then
she noticed that he was surrounded by a faint, silver glow. Her heart began to
pound like crazy. Gathering all her courage, she decided to ask him directly.
"Are you, dead?"
The Major's face relaxed into a smile. "Oh indeed.
Quite, quite dead. As I have been since the last night of October, Seventeen
Sixty-five."
Kate thought she might faint. "You're a,"
"A spirit, why yes. An earthbound and restless one,
forever drawn to return to Mablethorpe every All Hallow's night. Isn't that
quite a tale? I most humbly apologies for subjecting you to my battle
experiences earlier, but t'was the only way I was able to wake you."
She looked him up and down. He did look a gentleman, to be
sure, and a handsome one at that. The signature red coat, crossed with white
belts, the brown hair tied back in a q
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October 28 Jenna, the Vicar's Wife: Part 4
Jenna, the Vicar's Wife: Part 4
Her Mentula Cōleī
Baptism
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Christmas was fast approaching, and festive events were in
full swing at St. Michael's Church.
"Well not long to go until Jesus' birthday," Reverend
Morris smiled as he and Jenna finished putting up their Christmas decorations.
"Just two weeks. Which reminds me, there's another very special person's
birthday a week before the festive season, "
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten!" Jenna replied.
"Jenna my love, it's your 21st! You can't forget
something like that. I want it to be a truly memorable birthday for you. Is
there anything in particular you'd really, really like? Please give it some
thought. Turning 21 is a milestone."
"I will Simon. But I pretty much have everything I've
ever wanted already," she smiled, slipping her arms round him.
Later, Jenna was engrossed in reading something on her
smartphone.
"Imagine that," she whispered to herself.
Noticing her excitement, Reverend Morris became curious.
"What's grabbed your attention, Jen?"
" Mentula Cōleī
Baptism," she blurted out, without thinking.
Her husband looked confused. "Pardon?"
"Oh! It's nothing. Just an old fertility rite of the
Eastern Orthodox, in some Asian nations! The Japanese call it bukkake. The
loose translation of Mentula Cōleī is cock & balls . And it follows the
Anglican tradition of sprinkling. Er, would you like a cup of tea?
"Sure."
Later, when Jenna was having a shower, Reverend Morris
picked up his phone. "Bukkake, she said. How does one spell that,
then?" He typed into the browser. Boocaka? Bookaki? Bukacay? On the third
attempt, the browser's autocorrect suggested the correct term.
"Oh, so that's how it's spelt. He clicked on a
Wikipedia link. "Good God!" He spluttered, as he read all about the
act. When he'd finished, he chuckled to himself. "You learn something new
every day. The Internet never disappoints, "
At the Wednesday Eucharist, Gordon had just finished the
recessional hymn. The midweek service always had a lower turnout than the
Sunday service, but numbers had been steadily increasing all year.
"Morning Gordon," Reverend Morris said, appearing
at the side of the organ.
"Oh hello vicar," the organist replied.
"Quite full today. I don't know, the news says that Christianity is
declining in this country but this church seems to be the exception."
"It does, and that pleases me greatly. I can't speak
for all churches in England, but knowing that our community here at St.
Michael's is thriving, well it lifts my heart. I tend not to pay much attention
to the news these days. Too depressing. Difficult times for so many. Strikes,
cost of living and all that. Oh and England getting knocked out of the World
Cup."
"Mmm, yes," Gordon nodded. "Couldn't care
less about football. I never watch it. Horse racing is my thing. How's Jenna
and Christopher?"
"Oh they're both fine, actually I need to discuss
something important with you, Gordon. Jenna's 21st birthday is next week. I was
wondering if you could help me with something?"
"Certainly, vicar!" He replied, switching off the
light above the organ's keyboards. "Happy to help in any way I can."
"Okay, but not here. Come to my study right now,
please."
"Right you are," Gordon said. He didn't even have
time to remove his robe and hang it up in the vestry. He was intrigued. The way
the vicar was summoning him to the study sounded a bit ominous. He felt like a
kid at school being summoned to the headmaster in order to receive a
punishment. He meekly followed the vicar down the aisle.
"Close the door if you please," Reverend Morris
said, as he beckoned the organist into the study. Gordon did as he asked, and
was surprised to find Josh the curate, Father Aiden, Bishop George and Norman
Winstanley the new churchwarden all waiting.
"Eh, what's all this, vicar?" Gordon exclaimed.
"A lads-only party?"
"Gentlemen," Reverend Morris began. "I've
invited you here because you are trusted spiritual mentors; and trusted friends
of mine. As servants of God, you all have your own important tasks to perform.
Now what I am about to ask you, requires a great deal of trust. As good
Christians, I wonder if you'll be able to fulfil this very unique anointing
ceremony a parishioner has requested."
Father Aiden crossed himself. "I am always ready to do
the Lord's work."
"Me too," Gordon said. "And if there's free
beer included, well that's a bonus!"
"Well this task concerns Jenna, my wife."
The men in the study all fell silent. There was a great deal
of shuffling feet and awkward coughs!
One week later,
"Where are we going, Simon?" Jenna asked, as he
got into the car. She assumed they were going to a restaurant.
"The church. Just a little birthday surprise."
When they arrived, Reverend Morris requested that Jenna
close her eyes.
"Absolutely no peeking!" He said as he led her
down the aisle.
"This is so exciting!" Jenna said. "Let me
guess, the whole congregation of St. Michael's are going to leap out and yell
Happy Birthday, right?"
"Close, but no cigar!" The vicar replied.
"Now, just sit on this stool, "
Father Aiden was driving down the high street, on his way to
St. Michael's Church. His heart was pounding like crazy.
"I can't believe I agreed to take part in this,"
he mumbled to himself. "Lord in heaven, why am I doing this? Haven't I
sinned enough already?"
He fiddled with the car radio. Most of the stations were
planning Christmas songs 24/7 now. Chris's Rea's Driving Home for Christmas
started playing. This was the third time today he'd heard this song. Passing a
Tesco Express store, Father Aiden decided he needed some Dutch courage before
he could partake in the special "celebration" at the church. A cheap
bottle of whiskey or gin would suffice. Parking up, he hurried into the store
and walked straight into a woman who was loaded up with shopping.
"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, picking up the tube
of gift wrap she'd dropped.
"Aiden?"
He froze and looked up. "R is n?"
"My God! It is you! I can't believe it!" the
red-haired woman gasped.
"W-what are you doing in this neck of the woods?"
Father Aiden said. "Did you leave Liverpool?"
"Sure did. I've jumped ship. I'm at the Living Earth
Free Church now and I'm loving every minute. I've become a vicar, well they
call us leaders. It suits me just fine. What about you, are you still with the
Catholic Church?"
The priest looked awkwardly at her. "Erm, sort of. I've
been fighting a conflict with myself these past couple of weeks."
R is n smiled at him. "You think your future lies
elsewhere?"
He took a deep breath. "Maybe?"
She put down her shopping bags and took his hand. "I've
never stopped thinking about you, Aiden. I know you broke things off because
you couldn't break your celibacy vows, "
"Oh but that's the thing. I fled Liverpool and moved to
this town, and the first thing I did was to break my celibacy vows, "
R is n's face fell. "Oh, so you've met someone?"
"Uh, No. It was just a, one-off. But it made me think
that I'm just not cut out for a celibate life. And because of that, I can't
continue in my current profession."
"Well you're too attractive for that."
A blush spread across the priest's face. "Would you
like to go for a drink?"
"Thought you'd never ask! Let me dump this stuff in the
car and then I'm all yours!"
"Sorry Jenna," Father Aiden said to himself as he
slipped his arm around R is n and they strolled into the town center. "But
I'm sure you'll have fun without me. Thanks for helping me see the light
though."
Jenna could hear muffled whisperings and several male
voices. She wondered what was going to happen next. "Can I look yet?"
"No not yet," Reverend Morris replied. "Just
a sec, " The vicar ushered Gordon, Josh, Bishop George and Norman in front
of the altar, where several candles has been lit. "Where's Father
Aiden?"
"Guess he chickened out?" Gordon muttered.
"Maybe he's in a confession booth? Ha-ha!"
"Oh well, fair enough. It was a lot to ask, Okay Jenna,
you can open your eyes now!"
Jenna opened her eyes, to see the organist, the curate, the
Bishop, and the churchwarden all stood round her. Gordon was wearing his best
suit and the black robe he wore when playing the organ, and
Josh was wearing his cassock and surplice.
"Oh my. Good evening, boys!" She said. "Are
you all here to wish me Happy Birthday?"
"We certainly are," Gordon grinned, rubbing his
crotch. "We're here to give you the most memorable birthday ever, eh
chaps? As it's a special one, and you're a very special lass, Jenna!"
"Aww, you're all so sweet," Jenna replied, still
not aware of what was about to happen. "I love being part of this
church."
"And you've brought so much happiness to it,"
Reverend Morris said. Now it's time for us to repay your kindness." He
nodded at Gordon and the others. "Now don't keep my lovely wife waiting,
she's eager to be baptized!"
"Huh?" Jenna blinked. "Baptized?"
Gordon volunteered to go first. He unzipped his trousers and
pulled out his cock. "Come on lads, don't be shy, eh?" Seconds later,
Josh and Bishop George did the same. Norman hesitated a moment, but finally
followed suit and unzipped. Jenna's mouth dropped in amazement as four
delicious erect cocks were pointed right at her. She was too stunned to speak,
and turned to Reverend Morris, who was standing back from the others, and also
wearing church vestments.
"This is our 21st birthday present to you," the
vicar said. "A Mentula Cōleī Baptism."
It s been part of early Assyrian Christian marriage ceremonies in Asia, to
anoint a young bride s womb, before the couple consummates. The church elders
would meet with the couple after the public ceremony vows, to anoint the
virgin.
"Oh, my, God" Jenna gasped. "Simon,
how?"
The reverend simply put his hands together, as though in
prayer. "I asked God for help in getting you the perfect present. He knows
everything, you see. I'm just sorry that Father Aiden decided to opt out, and
unfortunately the Archbishop of Canterbury was unavailable as he's currently in
Ukraine. John Wesley's ghost, well one cannot book a last-minute appointment
with the dead, alas. But I hope those of us that are here will satisfy
you?"
Jenna licked her lips. "Hell yes!" She knelt down
before them. "Oh Gordon, I see you've got an organ pipe that needs
blowing," she said as she pulled down his trousers and briefs and squeezed
his erection. "Let's see if you can hit the right notes."
"I always hit the right notes," he chuckled.
"Especially when you're playing my instrument, "
"Umm. You're an organist who always entertains,"
she commented as she lowered her mouth over the end of his cock.
Jenna sucked on the head, tasting him as she ran her tongue
over the sensitive opening, while pumping the shaft with her hand. She took
more and more of his hardness into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of
her throat. She relaxed and pushed on until she had his whole member in her
mouth and she was nuzzling his silvery pubic hair. He groaned as he grabbed the
back of her head and thrust into her mouth.
Reverend Morris watched in admiration and amazement as his
wife expertly sucked the organist's cock. Gordon was quite well-endowed, but
that was no challenge to Jenna. Seeing her pleasuring another man like this had
got him as hard as a rock. He massaged his erection through his cassock and
surplice. Could she cope with more than one man though?
Josh was growing impatient, and his cock was desperate for
attention. "Fancy trying some younger meat, Jenna? I think you've fully
re-tuned the organist's organ."
"Don't rush the lass," Gordon sighed. "Wait
your turn, lad!"
"I'm sure you can't wait to taste it," he said as
he pushed his throbbing shaft in her face.
Jenna didn't hesitate, she removed Gordon's cock and Josh
pushed his erection deep into her mouth. He grabbed her head and she began
sucking him hard.
"Oh yeah! Praise the Lord! Oh I'm coming!"
"So soon?" Gordon chuckled. You younger fellas
have no endurance!"
"Now now, enough of that," Jenna said. Play nice."
She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her pert breasts. "Mmm, give me some
cum, Josh!"
The sight of her tits pushed the curate over the edge and he
erupted, glazing them with his hot seed.
"So delicious! Thanks so much Josh. What an impressive
load. No longer shy I see! Like I said, you'll make one hell of a vicar one
day!" Jenna felt an intense tingling sensation of arousal and a moistening
in her pussy. The crotch of her panties turned a darker shade of red as her
nectar seeped out of her and soaked them. Reaching under her skirt, she began
fingering herself.
"We vicars produce more cum, right?" Reverend
Morris chuckled, jacking off in the background.
"Hell yes."
"Organists produce a lot too," Gordon interrupted.
"Oh fuck, now I'm coming, Jenna, .oh!"
Jets of creamy white cum surged forth through the air from
the tip of Gordon's thick "organ pipe." As the first of them struck
Jenna's pale skin she could feel the warmth of the virile seed upon her face.
More strands of spunk splashed across her cheeks. A jet catching her on the
nose quickly dripped down across her lips and chin and filled her nostrils with
its tangy odor. Jenna could feel the thick sticky goo mess her red hair. Jizz
ran down her forehead in rivulets joining the cum on her nose and cheeks or
getting stuck in a gooey mess in her eyelashes. By now her eyes were closing
somewhat as she reached her own orgasm. Letting out a mewling moan she came to
the plastering of her face with the organist's cum.
"Cum cantibus in choro. Cum canticis et organo!"
Jenna yelled.
"I should know what that means, but I don't,"
Gordon panted.
"It translates as "let the organ thunder, let
voice and organ sing."
Gordon was smug, knowing that it was his spunk that had made
her climax. "Latin is full of cum isn't it? How marvelous!"
"Wow Jenna, I'm impressed." Bishop George smiled,
calmly presenting his cock to her. "You're an expert at playing the pipe
organ. But now I have a bishop for you to bash."
"Right Reverend, it is an honor to get my hands on your
crosier again," Jenna said, pulling his trousers down.
"Bloody hell, are you wearing ladies' knickers
Bish?" Gordon interrupted, noticing the pink panties. "You kinky
bugger."
"High ranking clergy need to be comfortable under their
cassocks!" Bishop George replied. "Ah, Oh my God!" Jenna gently
took hold of his shaft with one dainty hand and began to stroke his length. At
the same time her lips slipped down to his balls and she began to suck gently
upon one of them. When she took the entire orb into her mouth the bishop groaned
as he felt her tongue began to tease the tender flesh. He could scarcely
believe that this was happening, that the parish vicar's wife was on her knees
before him sucking his pastoral staff in the church!
Jenna took care to alternate from one of the bishop's plums
to another as she stroked up and down his length with one hand. Droplets of
precum had begun to escape the tip of his cock and she could feel them dripping
down onto her forehead. She began to lick a wavy trail along the underside of
his shaft moving her tongue from side to side as she worked her way towards the
tip of his prick. When she reached the base of his head she opened her mouth,
her tongue still touching his cock-head, and gripping at the base of his shaft
she worked her hand down along his length forcing the precum out and straight
onto her tongue.
"Wow," Reverend Morris said. "She's amazing.
Taking the Bishop as well!"
"Blessed, " Bishop George said, closing his eyes
and putting his bony hands together. "Jenna, I anoint thee!" He may
have been the oldest man of the group, but he produced a tremendous amount of
cum. Jenna hurriedly cast off her sticky blouse, just in time to be baptized in
Bishop George's holy jizz. she almost wasn't prepared for the huge volume of
cum he released, and this was far from over!
"Oh dear Lord, Reverend!" She moaned, as the
copious dollop of man-juice coated her face, breasts and belly, just about
everywhere, mixing with the cum already released by Josh and Gordon. It was so
viscous and creamy, fuck! Jenna was in ecstasy! She'd never imagined bukkake
would be as good as this, and in the church, well that just made it even
better! The candlelight reflected off her glazed breasts. It was all so
overwhelming and she came a second time.
"Ready for some more, little vixen?" Norman the
churchwarden said, offering his cock to her. "I'll tell you a Frank Carson
joke. So, an Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar. The
barman looks at them and says: "Is this some kind of a joke?"
Jenna giggled. "This cock of yours is no joke,
Norman!" She grabbed it with both hands. "You've been good haven't
you? Keeping your hands to yourself?"
"I kept my promise. I'd like to get my hands on you
though. I think you'd better slip out of that skirt. It's already spunked up.
Any chance I could squeeze that arse of yours?"
"I want you to cum all over my arse cheeks, Norman.
Think you can manage that?"
"Is the Pope a Catholic?" Norman replied.
Jen
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October 27 Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 3
Jenna, the Vicar s Wife: Part 3
Fellatio Rites for the Ghost of John Wesley
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ►
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Jenna took a deep breath as she approached Oakwood Road
Methodist Church.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with
you?" Reverend Morris asked.
She patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine Simon. You don't
need to worry. It's the ghost of John Wesley, not Jack the Ripper. This is
exciting! I hope he'll appear!"
"Right, well, I'll be sat in the car then. I hope you
won't be too long. Remember, just turn and run the moment you feel in any way
uncomfortable."
"Reverend Morris, I think you're scared!"
"No I'm not! I can't help being concerned for the
safety of the woman I love can I? Aren't you a tiny bit nervous?"
"I'm as cool as spring water," Jenna replied.
"I was reading all about John Wesley last night. He was a true gentleman.
I'm sure this won't take long."
Reverend Morris nodded as he watched his wife enter the
church. "Well if anyone can fix this, Jenna can. I don't know what she
said to the Archbishop of Canterbury last week, but he changed his mind about
the wall plaque faster than the Government does U-turns. I wonder what she said
to him? Whatever it was, Justin Welby was impressed!"
He reclined in his car seat. "I was so lucky to meet
Jenna. Of course, it was God who delivered her to me. That fateful Sunday
morning in the vestry, oh."
Father Aiden was walking along the street. Many things were
on his mind. He had some important decisions to make about his future in the
priesthood. Briefly glancing up from his smartphone, his heart jumped as he
spotted Jenna entering the Methodist church across the road.
"Holy Mother, " he muttered. A rush of excitement
swept over him as he recalled the intimate encounter he'd enjoyed a few weeks
ago. It was that which had spurred him to think about his future. He quickly
crossed the road.
"Hello Father!"
The priest almost dropped his phone. Someone was shouting at
him from a parked car.
"Oh, Reverend Morris. Hello there." Damn, no
chance of a repeat encounter, he thought. "I've just seen your wife going
into the Methodist church."
"Yes, I hope she won't be long. I'm just waiting for
her."
"Are you alright? You look a bit anxious, if you don't
mind me saying."
"It's a long story, Father. I think you'd better sit
down in the passenger seat and I'll tell you. You've not heard about what's
been going on in Oakwood Road church have you?"
The priest looked confused. "Nope. Tell me more!"
He opened the car door and sat down. I could do to unburden myself too."
"Okay, well, this might sound a bit weird."
"I can handle anything weird," Father Aiden
replied.
"It's about ghosts. As a Catholic, what are your
thoughts on them and have you ever seen one?"
Father Aiden thought about his answer very carefully.
"Hmm. In theory, billions of ghosts potentially exist because billions of
human beings have "lost" their bodies through death. Strictly
speaking, these disembodied souls are not ghosts because they have never become
discernible to any living people. Only those few souls whose presence is seen
or felt by others are truly ghosts. And their existence is real."
"So you've seen one?"
"Yes. Two actually. Once in Ireland when I was a child
and another when I was based in Liverpool. I was called upon to rid a family's
home of a troubled spirit."
Reverend Morris looked relieved. "That's good to
know."
"The Old Testament also has a few ghost stories. The
most famous one is in 1 Samuel 28:8--20. Here the inspired writer tells how
King Saul met with the ghost of the prophet Samuel." Father Aiden replied.
"Have you seen a ghost?"
"Yes. And not just any ghost, but the ghost of John
Wesley! He's haunting the Methodist church. That's why I'm here. Jenna's gone
in there to try and help him return to, the other side."
"Oh I see, then she must, wait, what?" Father
Aiden did a double take.
"Thanks for coming' along Mrs. Morris," Reverend
Ewing said, shaking Jenna's hand. "I know you probably think this whole
thing is crazy."
"Not at all! And call me Jenna. I'm a true believer. If
my husband says that you and he saw John Wesley, then I know it's true. But why
does John want to see me of all people?"
"Your hubby mentioned that your grandma is a
Methodist?"
"Uh yeah. Bit of a tenuous link. Like Sir Henry
Barrington-Smythe's horse."
"Huh?"
"Oh, never mind. Figure of speech."
"You Brits and your little quirks!" Reverend Ewing
laughed. "I'm still getting used to 'em!"
"You said John usually appears in the vestry?"
"Uh-huh. Can be anywhere in the church, but he seems to
like the vestry best."
"Right, well go and wait in there and say a few
prayers, and see if he appears. I'm not sure I can do anything, but I'll try my
best."
Jenna entered the vestry. Everything looked perfectly normal
in there. She closed the door and looked around.
"It always comes back to the vestry," she smiled
to herself as she recalled when she first got to know Reverend Morris.
Suddenly, the row of gowns on the rail began to swing on
their hangers. The temperature dropped, and Jenna rubbed her arms.
"Are you there, John?" She called out.
"Yes."
She spun round. There was no sign of the spirit. "Hey,
come on, show yourself at least. It's no fun talking to the invisible
man."
"My sincere apologies," John replied, and slowly
faded into view. For the first time, Jenna was taken aback. "My God, you
really are John Wesley, "
He nodded and bowed. "Bless ye, for am so honored you
hath come here. If I may be so bold to say, you be a lady of great beauty my
dear."
"Very kind of you to say, Mr. Wesley." Jenna said.
"Why are you back in the land of the living? Aren't you happy in
Heaven?"
"Ah yes," he began. "Happier than mortals can
ever imagine. But you see, I feel compelled to return to this realm every All
Hallow's Eve. I like to re-visit the places where I worshipped back when I was
alive. And it was in this very place where this church now stands that I
preached to crowds back in the autumn of 1778."
"You've got a lot of places to visit in just one night,"
Jenna said. "I read all about you. You travelled all over England
spreading the Word of the Lord. Plus you went to America, the colonies, when
you were younger."
"Indeed I did, yes. To my regret, I lingered a little
too long here, for I found myself unable to return to the afterlife. The sun
had started to rise, heralding All Saint's Day. Thus, I am trapped here in this
church until next All Hallow's Eve. Only a tremendous release of positive
energy could allow me to return before then."
"Oh dear. May I ask why out of all the people in the
world, you wanted to see me? What can I do? My gran is a Methodist. Is that the
reason?"
"No Miss Jenna. It was your aura that attracted me.
It's very strong. I believe God himself must've embodied you with some sort of
innate goodness that allows you to help people."
"You're making me sound like some kind of saint! I
assure you I'm just a regular human being. I'm not particularly gifted in
anything, although I do try to be a good person, "
John had a rather dreamy expression on his face. "You
remind me so much of Grace Murray, a lady I loved and lost, only you be far
prettier than her."
It was then that Jenna had an idea. A huge grin spread
across her face. She'd read all about John Wesley's life and how unlucky he'd
been in love. "A tremendous release of positive energy, you say? I think I
know something which may cause that!"
John put his hands together. "You do? Pray, do tell, my
dear."
"You need to experience an orgasm. What could be more
positive than that?"
He blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
"Oh you know, " She tried to think of a
period-appropriate phrase so he'd understand. "The end act of carnal
relations?"
He blushed. "Oh. Miss Jenna I be a man of God. I don't
see how, "
Jenna sank to her knees. "Only one way to find out,
John!" She paused. So he's a ghost. I've never pleasured a ghost before.
Isn't he composed of just gas? He's quite cute, for someone who died in 1791! I
wonder if,
She reached out to touch him, and expected her hand to pass
right through his body, but it didn't. He jolted at her touch.
"Don't worry John. I've done this before, many times in
fact. It's a great honor to be able to do it to you. I'm sure this will help
you."
The moment of first contact had arrived. Jenna let one hand
gently glide ever so slightly over John's thigh, encased in tight black
breeches. Reaching out with the other hand, she ran it over his crotch, feeling
an impressive bulge.
"Oh my! I feel strangely warmed yet again!" John
sighed.
Jenna fumbled with the buttons on his breeches, being more
used to zippers. Something large and splendid lurked within. Either that or he
had a Bible stuffed down there. "My God!" she gasped, as the
Methodist's member was revealed. The short, slightly-built John Wesley was hung
like a horse!
"How on earth were you so unlucky in love?" Jenna
exclaimed.
"Mostly the ladies deserted me long before I even
reached the bedchamber," he mumbled.
"Well I'm not deserting you." She wrapped her lips
around his cock head and swirled her tongue for a bit before plunging all the
way down his shaft. He emitted a deep and low groan.
Jenna slowly bobbed her head along his shaft over and over,
with her hands grabbing his thighs for support. He moaned in pleasure with each
and every stroke of her soft and warm mouth.
"Oh dear God," he whimpered. "Your mouth. It
feels amazing."
It was clear that poor John Wesley had never experienced a
blowjob before, not in life, nor the afterlife, and Jenna instantly felt very
generous to be giving him this incredible gift. His breathing was erratic, and
she sensed that he had already reached a point of near-climax, and was doing
everything he could to fight it off.
Jenna's expert mouth slowly bobbed up and down his shaft.
She then paused at the bottom and held his huge shaft completely inside her
mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She reached through his legs,
grabbed his arse, and pulled him toward her in an attempt to get him even
deeper into her throat.
"Uh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last much
longer. I fear I shall spend!"
Outside the vestry, Reverend Ewing paced back and forth,
wondering what the strange groaning noises were all about.
"The hell is going' on in there?" She said out
loud.
Jenna slowly slid her mouth back over his shaft and removed
him from her mouth. She wore the naughtiest smile, and John could tell she was
thoroughly enjoying this as much as he was. She took his cock into her mouth
once more and slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft.
He responded with another moan, louder and more urgent than before. She removed
him once again from her mouth and looked toward him with a smile. the faint
silver light surrounding John was more radiant than before.
"Are you ready to spend?" She asked, looking up at
him from her knees. John was so overwhelmed, he couldn't speak. He simply
nodded his head and grunted.
"Then I want you to come for me," she said. With
that, she slid his wet cock back into her mouth. Once again she reached through
his legs to grab his arse and pull him toward her, and she began to furiously
fuck him with her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust
himself into her mouth, over and over, filling the vestry with the wet sound of
fellation.
Jenna began moaning, and her muffled moans seemed to push
John over the edge. With her mouth still filled with his cock, he stopped his
thrusting and gave a loud groan. His body tensed and shook, and Jenna did
everything she could to swallow his massive load, but it was too much. Some of
his thick cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and splashed down the front
of her pink top.
"Ah!" John sighed, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Thoroughly satisfied, he cried out in joy. "Thank you! Thank you so
much!"
Pleased to have completely drained him, she removed his cock
from her mouth. His cum was delicious. Ghost cum tasted just as good as that
from a living man.
All at once, a pillar of light surrounded John.
"Ah! I'm free once more! You've freed me Jenna! I can't
thank you enough! I can return and be at peace!" He began to rise up into
the air. "I hope we shall meet again sometime! Farewell and God
bless!"
Jenna stood up and wiped her lips. "Godspeed, John! Oh!
Just one more thing, next time you visit, can you bring your brother Charles
along?"
Reverend Ewing was about to knock on the vestry door, when
it suddenly opened.
"Oh! Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine. You can reopen your church. John's
spirit is at peace once more."
"For sure? He's really gone? But how?"
"I just said a prayer for him. Told him how much his
teaching continues to inspire people to this day. That seemed to satisfy him
and he just faded away."
"Well thank you so much, Jenna," the reverend
said, shaking her hand. "I'm so glad it's all over. It was really
stressing me out! and I'm so happy that John is at peace in the Lord's kingdom
again. Oh, what's that on your clothing?"
Jenna looked down and was mortified at the huge globs of
cum. "Oh dear. It's, candle wax. I didn't realize it had spilled. I must
get going now, Reverend Ewing. Simon is waiting in the car and he'll be getting
worried."
"Of course. Thank you again, and give my regards to
Simon!"
When she'd gone, Reverend Ewing looked round the vestry.
"Hmm, strange. There are no candles in here."
The lecherous church warden meets his match.
After peace was restored to Oakwood Road Methodist Church,
and the spirit of John Wesley successfully liberated, Jenna and Reverend Morris
turned their attentions to this weekend's Remembrance Sunday service. This was
always a major event, and the people would be crammed into St. Michael's like
sardines.
"I've finally completed this special sermon,"
Reverend Morris said, handing Jenna his iPad. "Have a read and tell me
what you think. I included your suggestions about the importance of teaching
the younger generation about those who died in wars. Also the bit about Winston
Churchill being a flawed figure. Good suggestion, that. As human beings we are
all flawed in some way."
"It looks fantastic. Let me grab a coffee and settle
down to enjoy this!"
"I hope it won't come across as too boring. You know I
always get paranoid about my sermons. So many churchgoers dread a long
sermon!"
"Your sermons are always fun and relevant, Simon,
You're too hard on yourself."
The mild-mannered vicar smiled. "Aww, thanks! Oh and I
hope Norman Winstanley behaves himself this weekend. I had to have a quiet word
with him during the Wednesday morning service."
"The new churchwarden? What's he done wrong?"
"Well, as you know, he took over from dear old Albert
who died last month. He'd previously been at St. John's, but sadly, that church
has closed for good and is being demolished. Such a shame. It was a great
church back in the day."
"Very sad when a church dies. What are they building in
its place?" Jenna asked.
"An Aldi supermarket. Anyways, about Norman. He's
sixty-five and a terrible lecher, to put it plainly. Some say he's Sid James
and Benny Hill cranked up to eleven. He didn't get nicknamed Carry On Norm for
nothing."
Jenna was immediately intrigued. How come I've never noticed
this guy before? She thought. "Ooh. So he likes to ogle young women does
he?"
"Yes, but not just young! I've seen him staring at the
legs of older women too. Last Sunday, I caught him perving at Mrs. Wilcox when
she was doing the flower arranging. And she's about eighty! Though I admit, she
does have nice legs, for someone er, so mature."
"Naughty boy. At least he's not ageist." Jenna
said. "He needs to get on OnlyFans."
Reverend Morris couldn't help but laugh. "You always
try to see the best in everyone! Well just looking is one thing, but Norman has
built up a bit of a reputation for being a qualified pincher of bottoms. I
won't tolerate that sort of behavior. It's completely unacceptable. I'm
surprised he's avoided getting into more trouble, to be honest."
"Is he married?"
"No, widowed. Took early retirement too. Has far too
much time on his hands. And we all know that the Devil makes work for idle
hands, "
"So true," Jenna nodded. "He makes bottoms
for idle hands to pinch. "I don't think I've seen Norman. What does he
look like?"
"Well he wears glasses and he's the spitting image of
Frank Carson."
Jenna blinked. "Who?"
"Heh, I keep forgetting the age gap between us. Frank
was a Northern Irish comedian. He's dead now. My dad was and still is a massive
fan of him. He used to go and see him on stage at Blackpool in the 1990s."
Reverend Morris looked up a picture of the comedian on his phone and showed it
to her.
"Ok. I'll keep an eye out for Norman this Sunday!"
"If he tries anything with you, tell me at once!"
"Oh don't worry. He wouldn't dare," Jenna replied,
smirking to herself, an idea already forming in her mind. Naughty Norman. I
can't have a churchwarden with wandering hands threatening Simon's church. I'd better
get my hands on him before he causes any more trouble!
As expected, the Sunday service was very well-attended.
Jenna had arrived early,
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