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  • Oktoberfest In South Germany
    Beautiful German Girl at the Munich October-fest.

    By Stonemarten, Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.



    One of my favorite things in the World is beautiful women dressed in their

    dirndls, which is the traditional, female dress of Bavaria and Austria.
    The women look amazing in their dirndls with pushed-up breasts showing
    ample cleavage, whereas guys in lederhosen look a bit silly really,
    sorry lads.

    Anyway, on with the story. Even though I was on my own at the festival, people

    are generally very friendly and merry at Oktoberfest, so it’s not too
    hard to join in with folk from all nationalities. I was with a group of
    lads from Australia, the States and some fellow Brits all trying to
    chat-up the incredibly beautiful German women, all looking fabulous in
    their dresses. They really seemed to enjoy the attention of the guys,
    smiling and laughing at our terrible jokes, but I guess a few liters of
    festival strength beer might have fueled that positive interaction.

    At one stage in the evening, I spotted a lovely, slender, blue-eyed girl

    with long, straight brown hair standing alone in a corner. She was
    wearing a fine quality dirndl of a burgundy satin skirt and a
    sage-green, laced bodice pushing-up pert little tanned breasts. She
    looked so pretty, but sadly she seemed to be crying. Like many guys, I
    have a soft spot and protective feeling for girls who are crying, so I
    approached her gently, excusing myself and asking in a sensitive tone if
    she needed any help. She had ceased crying and gave me a weak smile, so
    I invited her to join our group, which I was sure would cheer her up,
    as we were on very good form.

    The young woman’s name was Lilly and it was great luck finding her for she

    turned-out to be delightful company. Lilly was a student at the
    University of Heidelberg and had come to Oktoberfest with a friend, who
    had sadly abandoned her for a boy, leaving her alone and naturally
    unhappy. I was determined to look after her and keep her entertained so
    she would forget her troubles.

    The drink was flowing freely and so

    was the fun, as folk started to stand on tables in the beer hall
    sinking steins of beer straight down-in-one to the cheers of the crowd.
    At the encouragement of my companions and after having boasted of
    drinking a “yard” of beer at home, I too climbed onto our table and to
    the bellow of the crowd proceeded to down a liter of beer, turning the
    stein upside down over my head as proof it was empty. Feeling very manly
    and proud of myself, I gave an enthusiastic Lilly a hug and a kiss on
    the lips.

    Lilly may have been slight, but she was made of strong

    stuff, as she too climbed onto the table with her stein and to our
    surprise and to a huge roar from the crowd, proceeded to sink her beer
    in such a smooth and efficient manner that this would have impressed
    even a fat builder down the pub. I kind of fell in love with Lilly at
    that moment, as any girl that can do that will always have a special
    place in my heart.

    Soon Lilly and I were kissing and cuddling,

    somewhat rudely for public consumption since we were both very drunk. I
    put my strong arms around her and she held onto me tightly as we walked
    back to the little flat that I had rented. I bought a couple of flowers
    from a stall to put in her hair, which made her look so cute and as
    pretty as a picture.

    When we had entered the cozy, warm flat, we

    proceeded to the sofa, snogging passionately. We were both kissing and
    stroking each other’s adoring faces, my hands then fondling the lovely
    round globes that had been teasing me all evening from above her
    tight-laced dress. Soon my other hand had worked up under her skirt and
    was rubbing her moistening slit through silky panties. Lilly began to
    moan and reached to stroke my swelling cock trapped uncomfortably in my
    trousers.

    I moved my head down to Lilly’s pert boobs, releasing them

    gently from her dirndl and sucking on them with my mouth wide open, my
    tongue flicking her stiff little nipples. Pulling panties aside allowed
    my fingers to stroke her pussy lips, rubbing rapidly to and fro over her
    engorged clit, causing Lilly to arch her back and groan as she
    approached her first orgasm. Within a minute or so, this gorgeous girl
    was writhing and spasming as she came on my probing fingers.

    We both

    undressed, admiring each other’s firm bodies as we did so. Lilly slid
    her hands down my muscular frame and dropped onto her knees to envelop
    the head of my stiff cock into her mouth, whilst stroking up and down
    the thick shaft. My knees almost buckled at the pleasure of it and I
    stroked her face lovingly, as she looked up at me with wide, lustful
    eyes.

    I could not hold back for long and so with balls rising and

    pressure building to bursting point, I spurted my seed into Lilly’s
    mouth, onto her pretty face and then my last drops of pearly spunk
    sprinkling onto small, tanned boobs. This longed for release had me
    groaning manfully and gently cupping Lilly’s approving face.

    Lilly

    went to the bathroom and I lay down to recover my strength. When the
    lovely, slender girl returned, she laid back on the soft couch and
    opened her legs to allow easy access for my tongue to her very wet
    pussy. Lapping at her lips and darting my tongue over her love-bud soon
    had her mewling like a cat and clutching my head between her thighs.
    Probing in and out her with my tongue like a little wet cock, whilst
    flicking her sensitive clit lightly from side to side with my thumb,
    soon had her twisting and turning in a second huge orgasm.

    Laying

    back with my big cock pointing obscenely into the air was all the
    invitation Lilly needed to hop on board. Facing me, she eased down
    slowly, impaling her tight pussy onto my prick, moaning as she did so.
    Her mouth gaped in ecstasy as she bobbed up and down, my hands holding
    her soft bottom and I could hardly take my eyes from her lovely boobs
    jiggling away.

    Picking Lilly up and standing, I continued to pump,

    much to her delight, as I turned around to place her on her back, thighs
    wide apart, so I could continue to thrust deeply in the missionary
    position. I loved seeing the pleasure on her face and hearing her
    high-pitched yelps as I ploughed into this beautiful little creature.

    The

    pace of our lovemaking became faster and faster and more desperate at
    the coming explosion. Bodies slammed against one another, balls smacking
    against swollen lips making wet slapping sounds as we screwed like
    beasts. There was no holding back and with a great cry, suddenly it
    came, spunk splashing out in hot white streams coating the insides of a
    grasping and welcoming pussy which itself was contracting rhythmically
    in orgasm.

    Lying next to each other, we kissed and cuddled, then

    slowly drifted off to sleep. Later in the morning, we ate bread rolls
    for breakfast and then went back to bed for we both had terrible
    hangovers from a day and night of partying.
    It was a sad feeling when
    Lilly finally left that day to re-join her disloyal friend for the
    journey back to Heidelberg, as our fun and erotic acquaintance might
    have been short, but that beautiful girl had surely become one of the
    great lovers in my life.

    The mountains of Bavaria are one of my

    favorite places, great for walking and watching nature, which are my
    main hobbies. A few years ago I drove across Europe in my Jeep to stay
    at an Alpine chalet with the aim of finding some Edelweiss flowers and
    watching Chamois, which are rare mountain goats. Both of these species
    live high on the tops which meant strenuous climbing up into the snow
    zone. It’s such good exercise that German Alpine troops are encouraged
    to scale the mountains to find Edelweiss as proof of their fitness and
    courage. They used to pick them for their lapels, but today these are
    actually quite rare flowers and now a protected species.

    As I was in

    Bavaria in September time, I also booked accommodation in Munich in
    order to attend the famous Oktoberfest; yes, I know, it actually takes
    place in September, rather than October for some odd reason. If you have
    never been to the Oktoberfest, I would strongly recommend it at least
    once in a lifetime, as it’s an amazing party. If you don’t like crowds
    then it might not be for you, but if you enjoy quaffing large steins of
    beer, scoffing bratwurst and watching the colorful spectacle of folk
    dressed-up traditional costumes, you would love it.

    by Stonemarten, for Literotica
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  • A Virgin Brit On A Holiday: Part 2
     A Virgin Brit On A Holiday: Part 2
    The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.

    By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college

    not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I
    could about life and have some serious fun.

    I had started my long break by visiting my Tante

    Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me
    to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my
    life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human
    sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.

    Where to go next and what to do had been the two big

    questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my
    options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish
    Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply,
    enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.

    Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my

    budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long
    distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to
    Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.

    Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line

    from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two
    roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of
    lift.

    My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even

    get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that
    life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.

    My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British

    lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the
    rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the
    passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side,
    now that we were in France.

    As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from

    the depths of the cab hailed me with,

    "Hop in sweetheart."

    I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung

    myself & my duffle in.

    "Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed

    my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat.

    "Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied,

    taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if
    the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She
    wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight
    around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about
    thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin.

    "So 'ow long you going for?"

    "I don't have to be back until October to start

    university classes."

    "Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she

    shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.

    “Speaking of work,” I ventured a question..

    “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered?
    How’s that working out?”


    “My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my
    pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.” 

    “How’d you learn?” I asked.

    “Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend

    freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was
    around.” She explained.

    The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to

    know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the
    same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently
    picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours.

    "So off for the three-S holiday are we?"

    "The three S?" I said quizzically.

    "Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell

    someone’s age by their three esses?"

    "Sorry, I'm not with you."

    "Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S

    with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?"

    "OK!"

    "Sun, sea and?"

    "Sand!"

    This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I

    have ever heard in my life!

    "OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and

    sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?"

    "Sangria?"

    "Getting better, much better, but still not there. One

    more try."

    I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is

    sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only
    just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of
    nowhere.

    "Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind

    was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it.

    "How many letters?" She took one hand off the

    wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted.

    "Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot

    believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my
    brains, but even sangria was only seven.

    "I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into

    silence. I could hardly believe my ears.

    "Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging.

    Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings
    were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond
    hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!

    "Come on now." She said placing one hand on my

    knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all.
    "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”

    "Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your

    ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are
    johnnies in your pack aren't there?"

    This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had

    just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner.

    "You win." I said reluctantly.

    "Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking

    lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken
    beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples.

    "Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she

    meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was.

    "Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing

    all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!"
    Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh.

    "That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where

    every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."

    I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head.

    Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one
    naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting
    to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an
    erection and what to do then?

    "I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I

    muttered weakly.

    "Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and

    tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The
    first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those
    magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop
    thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled
    past.

    "OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the

    dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a
    forfeit. You start."

    I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply

    enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal
    conversation when she asked me.

    "Truth or dare?"

    "Truth."

    "What's the most embarrassing moment of your

    life?" Shit! I thought.

    "Do I have to answer."

    "Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a

    forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging."

    "Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's

    bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."

    The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them

    off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for
    truth."

    "What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting

    an evasive answer.

    "My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly

    taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you
    loose your virginity."

    "Um, er, well, er......"

    "Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?"

    "Er yes."

    "Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with

    a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go."

    "How old were you when you first had sex?"

    "Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young

    enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday
    party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd
    fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn.
    If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"

    I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this

    wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could
    really think of the answer my mouth said.

    "Find a nice boy and take him up to my room."

    "Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It

    didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple
    of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not
    exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."

    I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described

    her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were
    definitely a liberating decade.

    Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a

    diagonal line with lots of other lorries.

    "That's it for today. Let's eat."

    We walked over to the building and as I followed her I

    couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring
    bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet
    flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.

    They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass

    of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very
    reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception.

    "Where are you off to?"

    "Get a room."

    "Well, if you want to save some money and you promise

    to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the
    bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them.
    Your decision."

    I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This

    very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable
    enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was
    offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!

    We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to

    natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a
    day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.

    She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was

    pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage
    of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but
    wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with
    those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this
    because I could feel my cock swelling.

    She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming

    uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap.

    "Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound

    convincing but obviously failed.

    "We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare."

    Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over
    here and get a bit more comfortable."

    What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was

    na ve.

    "Seriously?"

    "Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to

    take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."

    Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and

    under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked.
    First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less
    embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either.

    "Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've

    promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just
    how good you can be."

    The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening?

    Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines
    or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat
    older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.

    After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms

    and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently
    on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it
    towards her entrance.

    No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a

    real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the
    slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started
    screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and
    whispered in my ear.

    "Just stay still, don't try to move."

    I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself

    against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and
    filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience
    was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly.

    "Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered

    realising it hadn't been much of a success for her.

    "Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent

    tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits
    yet and here I was, spent.

    "I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit

    quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this
    moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a
    virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."

    I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she

    stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If
    I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour
    or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready
    to go again after just a few minutes of stroking.

    "This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you

    to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly
    got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back
    and you have promised to be good."

    She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out

    mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower
    and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts,
    feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her
    without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close.
    It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum
    it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.

    We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a

    revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the
    building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road.

    "My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to

    Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and
    mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.

    We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's

    lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every
    time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection.
    She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqu conversation. She
    talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather.

    We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near

    the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the
    unloading.

    "I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy

    staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."

    The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another

    reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and
    most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my
    embarrassment.

    "Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have

    ya?"

    "Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she

    raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take
    you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch
    flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave
    a burst of that dirty laugh.

    We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable,

    without being in any way posh.

    "Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed

    for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your
    kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and
    she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."

    I was still processing the information. We were going to

    shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

    My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest

    of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My
    eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off
    that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.

    We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I

    mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they
    were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which
    was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her
    pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily
    my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best
    not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.

    She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of

    soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other.
    This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself
    at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of
    my cock.

    The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several

    times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she
    spoke.

    "OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take

    the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then
    washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."

    Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may

    have been learning fast, but I was still na ve.

    After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She

    encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts
    and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between
    her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about,
    investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is
    until she slid down my body and kissed it.

    I had never heard of this before and she sensed my

    apprehension.

    "Just relax and go with it!" These were the last

    words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about
    blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood
    exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again.

    "Girls like this too, you know," She said

    pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By
    now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged
    between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy,
    pink lipped, bl

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  • A Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1
    A Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1
    Part 1: Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

    By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a

    whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month
    and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn't wait. Having been
    cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to
    explore the world, well northern France at least.

    We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first

    month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to
    TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn't mean castle. It in fact means a
    gentleman's residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

    I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw

    bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60's, actually
    it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise:
    never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic
    French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than
    the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages.

    Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau

    as the place was enormous and, even in the 60's, quite unmanageable for a
    single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes.

    The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau

    with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings.
    Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the
    land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private
    production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy.

    As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a

    certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private
    consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had
    applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of
    this magic potion all over the farm.

    The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his

    throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle
    Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something
    of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard
    work didn't worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French
    bicycles I could use in my spare time.

    It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple

    motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to
    pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never
    have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers
    to offer it. That was not the way things happened then.

    The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante

    Marise's chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first
    introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards
    her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England
    at the time, but very pleasant.

    She was petite, with short dark hair and very square

    glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I
    calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat
    and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They
    had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had
    been a delight.

    Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed

    the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the
    English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was
    probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature

    I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed

    success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with
    that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV
    programme 'Allo 'Allo.

    However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my

    conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after
    supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a
    valuable experience.

    It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear

    very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very
    obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of
    not wearing a bra.

    This was a completely new trend at that time and usually

    only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over
    in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most
    delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal
    fantasies.

    Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and,

    after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the
    'Bureau' to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a
    great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever
    see now in caricatures of French moustaches.

    On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch

    TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqu than its English
    equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly
    usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same.

    How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant

    distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest
    dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly
    no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can't remember what we called
    female genitalia back then but it probably wasn't as nice as my newly acquired
    French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that.

    One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the

    'Bureau' discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film,
    featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the
    tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma
    bitte', which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling
    it.

    The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau' and whatever

    they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the
    farm.

    Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys'

    boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever,
    except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the
    vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voil , reproduction! The
    detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined,
    still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back
    then: much more.

    I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone

    seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health
    & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time.

    Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing

    sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I
    hadn't learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with
    the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau's day couch were seriously erotic.
    Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking
    Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so.

    Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante

    Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day
    couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine's cock in her foufoune!
    Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant
    hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was
    sexy!

    I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited

    with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could
    hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting
    louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants!

    I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people

    actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was
    more than I could stand.

    I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot

    of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet
    patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn't normally go to bed this
    early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers.

    I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down

    would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to
    keep my cock firmly locked up.

    Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard

    her show Antoine out with a cheery,

    " la prochaine." Or, until next time.

    What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to

    do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting
    ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from
    wandering.

    She didn't look any different! But she'd just been fucking!

    How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting
    between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat
    as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even.

    I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree

    of blas normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs
    because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just
    overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having
    sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of
    recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my
    room.

    I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark

    naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open
    window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed
    with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind.

    Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her

    foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine's hands on her bum as he thrust into
    her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many
    vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as
    possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I
    knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier,
    but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less.

    I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my

    mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until
    the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some
    reason the thought of Antoine's massive hands clutching her pert little bottom
    still produces a stirring all these years later.

    The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we

    always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty.

    At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained

    a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern
    contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War
    Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient.
    There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a
    drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami.

    It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards,

    turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly:
    but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an
    erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I
    got back to my room.

    The day's work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed

    for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next
    changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the
    bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked
    form of Tante Marise.

    The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays

    with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a
    silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls
    have hair 'down there.' Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a
    motion all their own.

    Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and

    Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later,
    modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered.

    "D sol ."

    D sol ! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting

    moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic
    response.

    "De rien!" It's nothing!

    Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female

    and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn't had time to
    think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to
    full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects
    of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced.

    We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the

    incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards.

    Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What

    a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise
    enjoys a noisy shag.' Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it
    and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe
    just one more when I get back upstairs?

    This particular night produced another film in the series

    that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time
    sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal.

    As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine

    was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory
    rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They
    were clearly just about to fuck.

    This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago

    seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing,
    hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity
    had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte'. It is very easy to
    forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually
    inexperienced.

    Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise

    placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes
    with a beguiling smile and said.

    " Un peu rac , non?" A little racy? This was

    torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and
    placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted
    my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first
    experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was
    so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end.

    What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly

    with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my
    courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I
    touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over
    her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how
    exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up
    towards my groin.

    I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys

    first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not
    ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her
    hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly
    brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed
    the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and
    said.

    "I think it is time you to go to your room."

    The next morning at breakfast I just didn't know where to

    look. I had stroked Tante Marise's naked breasts the previous evening and had
    orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even
    teased me by asking,

    "So you had the pleasant dreams, no?"

    The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were

    taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was
    never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful
    night, but some were pretty hot.

    By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film

    got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing
    her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control
    not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off
    before going to the parlor to watch TV.

    On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her

    breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking
    directly.

    "How is it that you like to make the

    masturbations?" The French language can be a little direct sometimes.

    After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by

    telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.' Her openness on
    matters sexual left me aghast.

    I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my

    bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn't leave a mark on the bedding.

    My admission was met with one word, "Viens, which means

    come."

    She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was

    leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and
    climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all
    the way to the bathroom at the end.

    She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing

    the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine
    which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the
    straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante
    Marise dressed only in panties!

    Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at

    me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn't help
    staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts,
    triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk.

    "Viens, viens. Clothes off!"

    I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse,

    and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze
    of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked,
    standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person
    ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but
    touching my navel.

    "This is special." She said, as she took me by the

    hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she
    directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert
    instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands
    flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy
    it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash.

    I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt

    completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt
    larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the
    luxuriant triangle between her legs.

    I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there.

    Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find
    that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly
    slippery and welcoming.

    I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately

    hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted
    this to go on for as long as possible.

    It could not last for ever though, and eventually she

    maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest
    and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pass. She pressed up against
    me and I felt the roughness of her mysterious dark triangle against my thigh.
    She stood on tip toes and breathed into my ear.

    "Now you relax." Her hand, full of soap, gently

    surrounded my cock and pulled the foreskin back with tantalizing slowness. This
    was not going to last for long, the build up had been too much. Try as I might,
    there was no stopping that primal sensation.

    As she continued her expert manipulations, the sensation

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  • Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 2
    Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 2
    Jack can't resist his neighbor's daughter and her friend.

    by

    writemarksmith.
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    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    "Jack, I think it's so sweet you are taking the girls

    out."

    My pretty neighbor Amy was at my place, complimenting me for

    my plans to take her gorgeous daughter Tina and Tina's hot friend Sophia out
    for dinner. I felt guilty and anxious, but my cock twitched thinking about it.

    "It will be good to get you out of the house and they

    will love that Italian spot you chose. I'd join you if I didn't have go see my
    mom in Austin."

    Amy's face became mischievous and she reached over to stroke

    my leg. Her hand moved softly up along my skin towards the top of my shorts. My
    cock twitched again and I suspected she noticed.

    "You do need to start going on real dates though Jack.

    In the meantime, I am just next door if you need some; inspiration."

    Amy had 'inspired' me previously by encouraging me to jack

    off while looking at her bare tits. I hadn't taken her up on her rather open
    invitation to repeat in part because I was getting so much inspiration from her
    daughter and Sophia. I stammered and Amy finally left me alone to think about
    the evening ahead.

    I spent almost an hour deciding what to wear. This was

    completely out of the ordinary for me, but I vacillated from trying to look
    'cool' and young with not wanting to look like I was trying to hard with being
    disgusted with myself for lusting after these two girls less than half my age.
    I ended up wearing an all black outfit, black pants and shirt and a black
    jacket. I looked sharp and felt like I would be in control wearing this.

    I sat in the outfit alone for about an hour before the girls

    were supposed to come over so I could drive them to the restaurant. I felt like
    a boy waiting anxiously for his prom date. I shuddered when I realized that my
    prom was over 20 years ago, but the two girls had theirs just a couple of
    months ago.

    I finally heard the girls giggling as they walked up to he

    door. I waited a few seconds before answering their knock, not wanting to seem
    too anxious.

    Tina looked stunning in a white sundress with a flower

    pattern. She looked like an H&M model with her long legs were displayed
    proudly. Tina kissed me on the cheek, "Hi Uncle Jack. Don't you look
    sharp!"

    I found myself tongue tied before I said anything at all and

    suddenly saw Sophia in front of me. I looked down quickly and saw she was much
    less dressed up, wearing no make-up, a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked so
    sexy with no effort at all, I thought as she leaned against me and kissed my
    cheek. I could feel she was not wearing a bra and my cock started to swell.

    "Hi Jack" she cooed with a smirk. The last time I

    had seen Sofia she had me on my knees, jacking off as I kissed her ass. We had
    agreed she should call me 'Mr. Brown' and I suddenly became nervous she may
    have told Tina about her visit.

    "Err, well; um; let's go?" I suggested.

    The two girls giggled and I wondered if it was obvious to

    both of them how nervous I was. Certainly Sophia knew she could wrap me around
    her finger, but I hoped to keep my dignity with Tina. Tina sat in front with me
    on the way there and I got hard just looking at her bare long legs. It looked
    like she had oiled them they were so smooth.

    When we arrived it seemed that everyone in the restaurant

    turned to see me and these two beautiful young girls. I felt embarrassed; but
    also; proud. Tina seemed very comfortable in the nice setting but Sophia seemed
    impressed.

    I ordered a nice bottle of wine at Tina's suggestion. I knew

    the girls were too young, but I needed a drink and certainly didn't want it to
    be awkward. We were already on or second bottle before the food came. Tina was
    doing much of the talking, seeming even more vivacious with some alcohol in
    her. She told us several stories about her swim team. The stories culminated in
    one where she and a female friend on the team sabotaged the other team while at
    a swim meet in another town. The two of them targeted the other team's star,
    flirted aggressively with him, and ended up giving him a two girl hand job just
    hours before the competition. He didn't come close to his normal times and
    Tina's school won easily.

    I choked a little when she got to the dirtiest parts but

    Tina just giggled and continued. I wasn't sure what was appropriate, after all
    we were all adults. Sophia was much quieter, but any time I looked at her she
    had a subtle smirk and looked right into me with her big brown eyes. I was
    looking at her full lips and flushed cheeks when Tina blurted out,

    "So what do you do for sex now that you're back Uncle

    Jack?"

    I coughed, genuinely taken aback and started to try to

    answer,

    "Well, I'm not; I mean; "

    Tina laughed and Sophia giggled. Sophia, who had not been

    joining in Tina's risque talk, suggested,

    "I guess you have to jack off a lot now?"

    I thought of how she had me jack myself off while my face

    was buried in her ass and blushed brightly.

    "Oh Sophia!" Tina said in mock horror, chuckling.

    Tina left for the restroom and I was about to reprimand Sophia when I felt her
    bare foot run along my thigh, then push against my cock. It was already hard
    from the conversation and she giggled. '

    "You think you can wait until you get home?" she

    taunted.

    She started to wiggle her toes, stroking my cock casually

    while she licked her dessert spoon. I was mesmerized by how sexy she was and
    how good she was making me feel. I didn't even notice Tina returning until she
    took her seat beside Sophia, who still had her foot on me. I tried to look
    cool, but could feet a little sweat on my forehead. I was sure she must have
    seen me looking desperately at her friend.

    Sophia spoke again, "Jack, I bet you have some weed at

    your place?"

    She knew I did, she had left some there. I assumed she

    wanted me to say yes but I was thinking through the implications of the two of
    them came to my place to smoke. I felt like she had all the power over me
    through her little toes.

    "Yes; I; "

    "Goodie!" she exclaimed and she motioned for the

    waiter to bring us the check.

    After I paid I ordered an uber to take us back, having had

    too much wine to drive. I noted that Amy's car was gone, confirming she had
    indeed stayed in Austin for the night. The girls sat by the pool as I got the
    weed and Sophia rolled us a joint. I felt a little exposed being outside with
    the girls. Even though I knew Tina's parents were both away, it felt wrong, but
    after a few tokes, I was more relaxed. I took the spliff from Tina but my mellow
    spirit was interrupted when she loudly exclaimed that we all needed to get in
    the pool. I was too comfortable and drunk to even get up, but watched the two
    young girls proceed to prepare for a swim. Tina was first. Already barefoot,
    she took off her white dress and seemed completely comfortable standing beside
    me wearing just a white bra and thong. Sophia followed her friend's lead,
    pulling down her jeans and giving me a great view of her perfect plump ass
    covered only by small black panties. She then pulled off her t-shirt showing
    even more of her copper skin, as well as her two succulent breasts. I had never
    seen her tits before and had to get a good look even though I was sure Tina
    would notice.

    I was rock hard so of course had to refuse their invitations

    to strip down and join them. The two of them surrounding me and pulling at me
    only got me more excited but they finally gave up and jumped in. I watched the
    two of them frolic in the pool and splash each other. Tina splashed me, and
    when I protested the two of them tossed water at me. When they came out my hard
    cock twitched. They were like two young goddesses, one tall, white and Nordic,
    the other dark, sultry and curvy. I could not resist staring as they approached
    me and dried themselves off.

    Tina giggled and suddenly sat in my lap, still very wet. Her

    pink nipples were completely visible through her wet bra and

    "You remember I used to sit in your lap Uncle

    Jack?" she said, her words slurring from all the wine.

    "I; yes; um;" I was unsure where to put my

    hands, though I wanted desperately to stroke her leg. I thought about her
    mother stroking my leg earlier.

    Tina giggled as she wiggled her ass back and forth. "I

    don't remember you lap having this 'bump' though!"

    I was mortified and felt the heat rising in my face, but my

    cock pushed proudly against her ass cheeks. Tina's phone rang and she reached
    over for it. It was her boyfriend.

    "Yeah; just hanging out with Sophia" she said

    then stifled a giggle as she wriggled her ass on my cock again.

    "Sure, pick us up in 10. Bye!"

    Tina told Sophia the plans she had made, all the while

    sitting on my lap. She then turned to me, "Thanks again for dinner Uncle
    Jack." She seemed to say 'uncle' with mockery. "Hope we can do it
    again soon!"

    Tina kissed me on the cheek, gave me one last push of her

    ass against my hard cock and got up. Sophia came to me and kissed me quickly on
    the lips. "Bye Mr. Brown!" she laughed. She then whispered,
    "Leave the back door open"

    My head was spinning as I watched the two of them run next

    door, still almost naked. My eyes were especially fixated on Sophia's ass
    swaying as she ran off. I could barely believe I had just had two hot girls,
    barely dressed playing with me in my backyard.

    I shook my head and reminded myself that they were only 18.

    Just girls. I had known Tina since she really was a girl. I knew I had to stop
    the temptations, but right now I told myself I had to take care of my raging
    hard-on. I went upstairs and had an idea before I went to my room. I went to
    the window in the guest room that looked into Tina's bedroom and saw the two
    girl's changing. They were still laughing, Tina had changed her panties but was
    topless. Her perky tits showed off small pink nipples. Sophia had hear jeans
    back on, and was taking off a shirt I guessed Sophia had given her that was too
    small. I took out my cock and started to stroke it. I felt like a pervert, but
    I decided to go with it. I imagined the girls had come up to my room and I was
    kissing Sophia's ass while Tina was sucking my cock. I came before Tina got her
    jeans buttoned up then watched them scramble and leave as the boys pulled up
    the driveway.

    Sated, I went to my bedroom, took off my pants and decided

    to lie down for a moment. I was not used to weed and it had a big impact after
    all that wine. I quickly fell to a deep sleep, but was woken hours later by a
    stroke on my face and a sweet voice.

    "Jack; Jack."

    I opened my eyes and saw Sophia's big brown eyes looking

    into mine. She smirked down at me.

    "Have you been dreaming about my sweet ass?" she

    asked in a sing-song voice.

    Half awake I murmured, "I have."

    Sophia giggled. I watched her strip off her t shirt, her

    tits just above me, but when I raised my head to suck them she slapped me
    playfully.

    "No no, those are not for you." she scolded.

    "You know what you want."

    Sophia turned and pointed to her ass through her jeans. I

    nodded dumbly.

    "Ask me nicely." she said then before I could

    answer added, "Beg."

    Well of course I begged. I pleaded with her, telling her

    truthfully I had never seen as ass as perfect as hers, how I had been
    fantasizing about kissing it again.

    Finally Sophia giggled, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled

    them down with her panties. For the first time I saw her completely nude and
    she looked so sexy. Once again I started to get up but she pushed me back down
    and climbed on the bed.

    "Uh uh; you just sit back and do your job."

    I watched this 18 year old beauty climbed on to the bed

    beside me. I stroked her leg, hoping she would not slap me away. Sophia turned
    away from me then straddled my chest, and raised her gorgeous ass just over my
    face. I cranked my neck to kiss it gratefully over and over again while she
    giggled then she lowered it slowly until my face was smothered under her big
    ass cheeks. I kept kissing then felt her lower my boxers.

    "Jack off for me while you lick my asshole." she

    said.

    I was so turned on at that moment. My hand grabbed my rock

    hard cock and I started to lick her ass crack.

    "Deeper!" she said, swatting my cock playfully. I

    plunged my tongue deep into her asshole then started to poke it in and out. She
    started to moan, louder and louder, until I wondered if Tina might hear all the
    way in the house next door.

    "Umm, Fuck!; Hmm"

    She was now bouncing her ass up and down on my face. I could

    feel her wetness on my chin. She was using me and I loved it.

    "Cum for me Jack; cum for me with your tongue inside

    me!"

    I would have cum already if I hadn't just jacked off. I could

    feel I wasn't going to last much longer.

    "Tell me you'd rather have your tongue in my ass than

    fuck Tina!" she commanded. I confirmed with a voice completely muffled by
    her ass cheeks but she seemed pleased. I felt my balls tighten and started to
    spurt all over my hand. I stroked out every drop, while continuing to tongue
    young Sophia's asshole. Finally she climbed off of me and I immediately missed
    her warmth and intimacy.

    "Who knew you'd be such a good plaything Jack?"

    she asked rhetorically. One of the boys tonight was desperate to fuck me, but I
    kept thinking how nice it would be to have you tongue my ass with no
    expectations.

    I wasn't sure what to say. Sophia got dressed while I lay

    there then slapped my face softly and kissed my lips.

    "Don't forget what you told me Jack." she

    whispered before she left me there, wondering how life got so confused and I
    got so lucky.

    Teenaged Tina pushes her teasing even further.

    My beautiful young neighbor Tina was on my mind before I

    heard her. I was sitting in my backyard by the pool late at night with the
    lights off. I had a Jack and Coke in my hand and I was thinking about how I had
    let things get so out of control.

    Then, almost as if summoned, I heard Tina as she opened the

    gate; shushing someone and giggling. She was with a boy, tall and fit and as
    they stumbled into my backyard it was clear they had been drinking. Neither of
    them saw me sitting on the patio in the dark as they stripped out of their
    clothes and jumped in the pool. It happened so fast that I never found a way to
    interrupt. Truth be told my throat seemed to close when I saw Tina strip, then
    saw her completely bare for the first time. Tina had a gorgeous tight young
    body. I saw her pretty pink nipples, her shaved young pussy and as she jumped
    into the pool her toned ass, which her boyfriend was now exploring as he pulled
    her close in the water. As I watched them make out in the water, I was
    hardening quickly.

    "Umm; hi!" I managed to say.

    The boy jumped, but Tina seemed rather unfazed, almost as if

    she expected I might be there.

    I turned away when Tina got out of the pool, but managed to

    catch a glance of her toned young, nude body. She giggled as she got a towel
    and wrapped herself in it while her boyfriend put on his pants as he
    apologized.

    "Uncle Jack this is my friend Bobby", Tina said

    with a smile. "Hope we didn't bother you Jack; we just came over for a
    quick swim."

    Bobby shook my hand looking sheepish. Tina didn't seem

    contrite at all, and it was evident she was feeling no pain. My cock stiffened
    as she walked over in her towel and stood above me.

    "I used to come her all the time as a child." she

    said, presumably talking to Bobby but looking me right in the eyes. "I
    would swim for hours and sit in Jack's lap."

    With that she plopped herself on my lap, It was evident she

    could feel I was hard as she wriggled her ass crack along it with more giggles.
    It was all I could do not to feel her bare legs that were inches from my
    hands; to bury my face in her tits.

    "I feel bad you don't get any action." Tina said

    with a glint in her eye that suggested she didn't feel bad at all. I could
    smell sweet liquor on her breath. "I bet it's really; 'hard' for
    you."

    She was just grinding a little now but her teasing had me

    ready to cum in my pants like a teenager.

    Tina looked up at her boyfriend who was bare chested in

    shorts. "Umm; I bet, since you don't have anyone; you'd like
    to; watch?"

    Having had a few drinks myself, and being extremely

    distracted by the barely clothed teenager pushing herself into my cock. I was a
    little foggy on what she was suggesting. Realizing she might be expecting an
    answer I smiled a little and tried to catch up but Tina was way ahead of me.

    "Yes; let's do that for him Bobby. Not nice just to

    use his pool and run."

    Bobby seemed to track with her as he put his hand and

    gallantly helped her out of my lap. I immediately missed her warmth, but things
    moved quickly and I

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  • Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 1
    Tempted & Teased in Texas: Part 1
    Divorced man is tempted by girls next door.

    By writemarksmith.
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    Stories.



    I

    had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive
    who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of
    school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a
    beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a
    pool…the American Dream.

    We

    kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities.
    We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary
    had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with
    shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in
    shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering
    temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a
    live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous
    restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised
    for a big role back at headquarters in the USA.

    This

    all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but
    our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the
    company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags.

    I

    had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left
    years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most
    of our time away, but we were between renters.

    As

    I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be
    back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in
    America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it
    out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I
    walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the
    familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice
    calling my name.

    “Jack?!

    Wow, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost!”

    It

    was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our
    backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I
    remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up
    what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she
    showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a
    simple, sleeveless top.

    We

    hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up
    and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her
    daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some
    of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated.

    Any

    took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for
    dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea.

    “Why

    don’t you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be
    like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.”

    Amy

    agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would
    give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of
    everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek
    and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4
    months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something
    was going on.

    I

    settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next
    door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I
    opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries.
    Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two
    big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little
    Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little
    halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a
    flat stomach. Tiffany hugged me with a big smile,

    “Welcome

    back Uncle Jack!”

    I

    had forgotten she used to call me that and now I felt even more inappropriate
    for checking out her tits. I told her how much she had grown noting my voice
    had cracked a little, then turned to shake Robert’s hand and give Amy a
    hug. We all agreed this would be like old times with everyone politely leaving
    my cheating wife out of the discussion.

    We

    went out back to enjoy the sun. I chatted with Robert about his sales job and
    how fast his business was growing, how I was going to take some time off before
    I seriously looked for a new job. While we were talking I tried hard not to be
    distracted by the two beauties sunning in my backyard. I had admired Amy often
    when she came by to enjoy our pool. Today she looked elegant and beautiful in
    her white one piece. I was even more taken with young Tina, who was enticing in
    her bikini. Her tits were small but perfectly perky. The back of her suit was
    cut high enough that it showed the tan line from another bathing suit on her
    ass. The contrast of her tanned skin against a sliver of very white, creamy ass
    was hard not to stare at. I realized I was hardening and tried to refocus on
    what David was saying.

    Amy

    joined our conversation while Tina dove in the water and started to do laps.
    Amy sat close to me. She had always been very flirty in a fun way, and even
    with her husband right there she would put her hand on my knee when making a
    point or teasing me about something. It was innocent, but I twice delayed
    getting up due to concerns of exposing my erection.

    Finally

    I got up to make start of the barbecue. Tina came out of the water to watch me
    while Amy went inside to prepare the rest of the food. Looking at this nubile
    young woman, dripping in her little bikini beside me I found I was very
    self-conscious. Despite myself I knew I was trying to impress her as I went about
    preparing our meal. I was also very aware that I didn’t want my friends
    to see me checking out their daughters tits, especially while her nipples
    showed through her little top.

    “You’re

    quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about.

    Tina

    explained that she had been on the swim team at school but was no longer
    swimming. She said how she missed all the times they used to come over and swim
    at my place when she was young.

    “You’re

    always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly.

    Tina’s

    eyes lit up. “Really?! That’s great, thank you Uncle Jack!”

    Tina

    bent forward and kissed my cheek. As she did so one of her tits brushed against
    my arm. I felt myself blush even while I knew how foolish I was being.

    We

    enjoyed a nice meal in the sun and I felt more at peace than I had in some
    time. A few beers had certainly helped that along, but so did the familiar
    company. Robert poured shots for all of us (except Tina) which lightened the
    mood even more. Tina thanked me for having her over but said she had to head
    out soon.

    “Actually,”

    she said turning to me, “I’m meeting up with Sofia…do you
    remember her?”

    My

    memory was a big foggy but I asked Tina if it was the Latina girl she used to
    hang out with.

    “Yes!”

    Tina said as she looked at her phone and texted. “I’ll tell her to
    swing by here and you can say hi.”

    Amy

    and I went for a swim and splashed each other a little. I was feeling no pain
    after many beers and it felt good to be active. I enjoyed being with Amy and
    found myself wishing my wife was as easy to get along with.

    As

    I got out of the pool Tina called me over. “Uncle Jack,” she said,
    “you remember Sofia?”

    I

    looked at the girl beside her as I toweled myself off. The girl was indeed
    Latina, but she looked very little like the awkward, slightly chunky girl with
    braces that I remembered. This girl was a vision with smooth olive skin and big
    brown eyes. She was smaller than Tina, but curvier. She was wearing a blue
    sundress with flowers on it that made her look even more feminine. The dress
    showed only a little cleavage but it was clear Sofia’s breasts were very
    real and very desirable. Her bare legs glistened in the sun a little as if she
    had applied lotion.

    Sofia

    put out her hand tentatively, seeming a little shy. I realized that I had been
    rather overt about checking out her body and suddenly felt a little naked in my
    bathing suit.

    “Hello

    Mr. Brown.” she said while I shook her hand. I noticed she discretely
    gave me my body the once over.

    I

    stammered a little as I told her how much she had grown up and the two girls
    giggled sweetly. Sophia told me she would be 18 in just six days which made me
    feel like even more of a pervert. Sophia gushed about her memories of the fun
    they all had swimming in my pool when she was younger. Tina told her they were
    going to come back and enjoy it all summer then winked at me with a smile. I
    smiled back and tried not to encourage a stirring erection.

    The

    two girls then said their goodbyes, Tina left with another kiss on my cheek and
    I allowed myself to watch their asses sway as they left before returning to
    more appropriate adult company.

    We

    had a few more drinks before Robert and Amy headed home. Rob told me it was
    good to have me back and Amy surprised me with a kiss on the lips as she made
    me promise not to be a stranger.

    That

    night when I was wandering around my empty house I noticed something. The
    windows of one of the guest bedrooms looked right into Tina’s room. The
    houses were set apart, and her window was partially covered by a curtain, but
    there was Tina, walking around in a t shirt and panties while texting somebody.
    I turned off the light so she wouldn’t see me, then realized how wrong it
    was to watch her like this. I did the right thing and went to bed, but jacked
    off imagining both mother and daughter next door in my fantasies.

    Just

    a few evenings later I was woken from a sound sleep by squeals of laughter.
    Disoriented I realized they were coming from my backyard. Looking out the
    bedroom window I could see several kids were in the pool. I groaned and walked
    downstairs in my boxers. When I opened the sliding door and turned on the
    backyard lights it was like I had set off a fire alarm. Suddenly four kids, two
    guys and two girls, scrambled from in or around the pool, grabbed their clothes
    and ran through the gate. Without my contacts I couldn’t see perfectly,
    but one of the girls was topless and another was Tina, wearing the same bathing
    suit she had two days earlier.

    I

    watched Tina’s ass sway as she scurried out of the yard, chuckling at the
    energy of youth, when I realized there was one more girl in the yard, and she
    was walking towards me.

    “Sorry

    Mr. Brown.” she said.

    As

    she came closer I saw that it was Sofia. Her hair was wet which showed off how
    beautiful her face was, even with no make-up. She was wearing an orange bikini
    and I could now see just how amazing her body was. Her tits heaved in the tiny
    top and they were flawless.

    “We

    shouldn’t have come so late, one of the boys kept insisting”.

    I

    shook my head and pulled my focus away from Sofia’s tits and back to her
    big brown eyes which were looking up at me with a guilty look.

    I

    reassured her it wasn’t that big a deal and she smiled a smile that
    melted me. I saw that she was shivering slightly, and made the mistake of
    asking her if she wanted to come inside.

    As

    soon as I said it I wanted to take it back, but she smiled and squeezed by me
    in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw her round ass, more exposed than
    covered in her little bikini bottoms. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth as
    she sauntered into the kitchen. Sofia looked over her shoulder as if wondering
    why I wasn’t following, and I shut the door and walked behind her.

    I

    realized as I walked that I was now sporting an erection that my boxers were
    doing nothing to hide. I quickly positioned myself behind a chair in the
    kitchen.

    “So…umm…none

    of the guys were your boyfriend?”

    Sofia

    giggled and I flushed a little realizing this wasn’t the best direction
    for the discussion to go. She played with her hair and told me that she had
    never had a real boyfriend, that the boys in school were so immature.

    I

    found her not having a boyfriend hard to believe and told her so. Sofia looked
    up and me a said softly, “I want a man who really appreciates me. Makes
    me his Princess, you know?”

    “You

    want a man to find a glass slipper and place it on your foot?” I asked,
    trying to make her smile.

    Sofia

    looked up at and pouted, “Yes! Why shouldn’t I expect that a man
    treat me great?”

    She

    looked genuinely sad, like she would never find a man like this. I wanted to
    hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but instead my words came quickly,
    “Oh you should expect that Sofia! You’re a beautiful girl. I
    can’t believe men aren’t lining up just to kiss your ass!”

    As

    soon as I spoke the words I wished I could take them back. My heart started to
    beat fast as I was at once mortified by what I had said to this sweet young
    girl, but at the same time consumed with the vision of her sweet ass and how
    exciting it would be to kiss it.

    “Really!”

    Sofia giggled, you think they should line up to kiss my ass?”

    With

    that she turned around and ever so slightly jutted out her plump, perfect
    bottom.

    I

    was hard as a rock and trying to diffuse the situation.

    “I

    mean, not; just that I think;”

    Sofia

    laughed again, but now it seemed to be at me rather than with me, “Oh Mr.
    Brown, I think you have something there. That’s what I really want, a man
    who would line up just for the privilege of kissing my ass!”

    She

    turned around and I reflectively let out a sigh, both at the lightening of the
    tension, and the disappointment of being denied the view of her ass.

    “I

    should be going soon.” she said, “may I have a drink of
    water?”

    “Oh,

    of course.” I said. As I walked towards the fridge I suddenly realized I was
    rock hard and there was no longer a chair to hide it from this young beauty.

    “Mr.

    Brown!” she exclaimed. Then she teased “Someone sure enjoys this
    bathing suit!”

    She

    stared unapologetically at the erection bobbing in my boxers. I was mortified.

    “I’m…so

    sorry Sofia” I said simply as I opened the fridge and poured her some
    water. I reached over to hand it to her so as not to come to close with my
    throbbing member.

    She

    laughed and told me it didn’t look like I had anything to be sorry about.

    “This

    will be our little secret Mr. Brown she mock whispered. It’s nice to get
    advice from a man.”

    Sofia

    stepped towards me and ever so slightly brushed my erection with her arm as she
    bent forward and kissed my cheek. “We’ll have to do it again
    soon!”

    With

    that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely

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  • Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2
    Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2
    Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.

    Based on the post by cb summers,

    in 2 parts. Listen to
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    PART TWO – October 6, 1992

    Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot

    chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my
    grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me
    which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot,
    blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah,
    and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”

    She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen,

    Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly.
    Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow
    pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock
    en suck en.”

    Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels

    together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,”
    then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead’s soft little
    hand.

    Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American

    girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here
    is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she’s an actual ho!” I clicked my heels
    together, and kissed Heidi’s hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von
    Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white
    skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my
    lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.

    Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles

    painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden,
    Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed,
    then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very
    nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass
    again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right
    on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of
    myself. My grandfather’s DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I
    raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”

    Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together

    from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I
    saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her
    glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to
    see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn’t take
    my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she
    just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen!
    You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.

    I don’t know what came over me, but I took her wrist

    in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob
    en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked
    them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and
    her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?

    I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by

    playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted,
    “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She
    didn’t even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged
    me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.

    I’d been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew

    the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a
    few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping
    and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to
    polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is
    anybody’s guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and
    shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason
    popped to mind even though I thought I’d forgotten it years ago “O'
    zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”

    After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to

    hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon
    Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like
    fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was
    utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let
    all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked,
    because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her
    stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes
    smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the
    expression I’d seen on Briona’s face while Troy was
    fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!

    The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that

    year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga’s black friend,
    appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch.
    I’d never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it,
    so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I
    turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken,
    an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass
    into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was
    rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an
    incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started
    grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two
    Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi’s firm tits rubbing all over my back. My
    mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was
    Oktoberfest!

    Midnight in the campus park.

    Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up

    the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched
    with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga’s large, coppery tits
    flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time,
    so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her
    pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even
    started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock
    was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be
    rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of
    hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us
    with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I
    didn’t care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more
    power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh
    shit! They weren’t all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her
    nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.

    I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm

    coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits
    of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga’s
    harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but
    instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating
    against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her
    tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded
    mercifully away.

    Muschi’s paper pale face was flush with

    devastating sexiness, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past
    me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime
    experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi’s expression.
    She didn’t make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her
    lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited
    about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes
    staring past me, and looking down at Helga’s ample cleavage. Oh shit, she
    wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga’s beautiful copper
    colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally
    unaware of Muschi’s lustful looks.

    The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded

    around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark,
    and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand
    definitely squeezed another girl’s breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi
    Ho’s and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over
    their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully
    clothed orgy!

    But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and

    pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned
    back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind,
    obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was
    just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in
    hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to
    our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a
    drinker. When we’d run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still
    holding hands.

    After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice,

    “I lied to you earlier, my name’s not really Helga Boobenschtein.”

    “Ach du lieber! I’m shocked! Is

    it Boobenschteen after all?”

    She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie

    Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”

    I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don’t

    look German!”

    “No, my mother’s Brazilian. I got my black hair

    and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me
    these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color
    I’d ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.

    “Well, I have a surprise for you too. I’m not

    really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”

    Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That’s

    too perfect!”

    “My grandpa’s from Austria, and my

    grandma from my mother’s side is Bavarian.”

    “Oh my god. What are the odds that two

    half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in
    matching costumes? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in fate, or
    I’d say it was fate.”

    I laughed, “I don’t believe in fate, either, but

    show me the evidence, and I’ll be happy to reconsider. But in any large
    sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen
    to somebody. In this case, to us.”

    “Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”

    I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking

    about science. That’s what had derailed my date with Briona. So
    instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”

    She blushed. “I’m sorry about the girls.

    They’re a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is
    Barbara. She’s a lesbian.”

    “Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the

    hot for you, Annie.”

    Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her

    I’m not into it, but she just won’t give up. But I love
    her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn’t you?”

    I had no words for how much I’d enjoyed our dance. So

    I just blushed and smiled.

    She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic

    thrill. Then she said, “I’ve seen you around the labs. What’s
    your major?”

    “General science.”

    She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I’m

    just a freshman. I’m taking a bunch of different classes this year until
    I figure out what my passion is. But it’s definitely in the sciences. I
    love science. I love science. I’m taking this biology class right now,
    and we’re learning all about the…”

    As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face

    absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a
    luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the
    verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I
    loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did
    something else instead.

    I kissed her.

    It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa’s

    mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal
    crippling uncertainty. I didn’t even wait for her to finish her current
    sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She
    didn’t push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around
    me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately,
    lustfully as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her
    mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was
    a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into
    my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as
    much as me.

    We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making

    out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby
    streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making
    crude comments. But I didn’t care. This was my first French kiss, and I
    had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we
    kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the
    two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.

    Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel

    of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection,
    so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.

    She started shivering, and said, “My legs are

    freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my
    hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right.
    Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt
    thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz.
    The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I’d never felt
    anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and
    suppler.

    She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her

    calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her
    skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a
    little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment,
    but she didn’t. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties,
    and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks,
    squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but
    she didn’t make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my
    hands as she laughed.

    Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her

    crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I
    couldn’t believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my
    cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic,
    and all the while we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues,
    absolutely breathless with passion.

    We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the

    longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn’t believe
    we’d been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn’t last forever.
    There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly,
    we pulled back and just looked into each other’s eyes for a while. I
    found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my
    life, I could look into a woman’s eyes without glancing away nervously
    after a few seconds. I could look into Annie’s baby-blue eyes forever.

    Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.

    She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my

    dorm, liebchen?”

    “But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when

    she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot
    deal. In the light of day she’d notice how crooked my teeth were.
    She’d notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in
    hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe,
    a second date?

    She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way

    to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which
    was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm
    around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her
    right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb,
    giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust.
    I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it
    occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don’t know how I knew it, I
    just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed
    and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that
    way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing
    playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm.
    And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing
    straight ahead.

    I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer

    over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a
    girl’s only dorm. Boys weren’t allowed in at any time. But she
    steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the
    park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.”
    She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I’d never noticed
    before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her
    silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of
    her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I
    guess. Fear of dark places.

    The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but

    eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up
    and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the
    center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this
    secret place?

    We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we

    kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into
    a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed.
    I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by
    her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the
    front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and

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  • Power of Dirndls & Lederhosen: Part 1
    The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1
    Hans channels his grandfather’s German roots, to overcome his
    inadequacies with women.

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    September 22

    October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was

    blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in
    my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
    Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
    wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
    awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with
    other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life
    itself.

    I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They

    allowed me to escape myself. In textbooks I wasn’t a loveless,
    lonely virgin. I wasn’t an awkward, babbling dork. I didn’t have a
    disappointing body with deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with
    acne, and crooked teeth from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I
    didn’t become embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties,
    because there were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn’t even a me.
    Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe
    itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.

    It was a blessed relief from all the stress I’d been

    under of late. You see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I
    could understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But
    girls? They were a total mystery to me.

    My roommate Troy had been trying to share his

    ‘wisdom’ about the fairer sex with me, but it wasn’t easy for
    me to take his advice. After all, he was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided
    guys like him. You know, big dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular
    bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the natural
    world. He didn’t believe in evolution, because it just didn’t make
    sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie about it
    once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a guy like him to
    be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years suddenly transferred to
    Columbia just before school started in September, so Troy, was assigned to me
    at random.

    I’ll never forget the day I met the big dope. He

    swaggered into my room as if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a
    thick, strong neck, short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I
    hated him instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said,
    “Hi. I’m Hans. Hans Willis.”

    He replied, “Look dude, here’s the

    deal I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out
    some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob, don’t
    come in. Got it? Just assume I’m boning some chick. I don’t care if
    you have to sleep in the lobby, don’t come between me and my pussy. But
    don’t worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the
    sock, I’ll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name’s
    Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped
    it.

    A Crushing Defeat To The Neanderthal.

    But the one girl I actually did go on one date with,

    that September, ended up becoming my roommate’s main fuck
    buddy, Briona. She’s maybe the smartest female in the science department,
    but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy.  It
    wasn’t even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically
    ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my
    dorm, sulking myself to sleep.

    So there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September

    evening, when voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped
    in front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I
    recognized Troy’s voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don’t
    worry about my roommate. He’s asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”

    A girl’s voice whispered, “Really? I don’t

    know about this. Are you sure?”

    He answered loudly, “Yeah, I toldja, he’s

    on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things knock him
    out like a light. It’s actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don’t you
    see for yourself?”

    He was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them

    loudly on the floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I’d hear
    him so I could pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror.
    He’d never done anything like this before. He usually called me if
    he wanted to bring a girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have
    met this girl at some late night party, and didn’t think
    I’d agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning.
    So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To, what? Pretend to
    be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly indecent!
    Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my head at the same time.
    One: I don’t have time for this! I have to study! Two: Oh holy shit, oh
    holy shit, shit,!

    What a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but

    to play possum! I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to
    put my books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers
    messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn’t see them coming
    in, but I heard their voices.

    He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you?

    Out like a light.”

    She whispered, “No, really?”

    The door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show

    you.” He tromped over to me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up,
    roomie! The building’s on fire!” Then he leaned down close enough
    to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with it.” I didn’t make a
    peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It’s
    just you and me, sweetheart.’

    She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some

    killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”

    She fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking

    sounds I heard, he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn,
    what a caveman he was. But she didn’t complain. Soon she was making
    hungry little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I
    couldn’t believe they were making out, right there in my room! My cock
    started to harden. It was a good thing I’d turned to my side, or she
    might have seen a volcano rising under my sheets.

    I just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable

    to block out those sexy sounds. I couldn’t believe this was actually
    happening. But it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of
    a belt buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck
    yeah.”

    She giggled, saying, “Let’s see what you got in

    here, big boy. Oh, hot damn. It’s so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit
    around it. Fuck. I gotta get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made
    a wet slurping sound.

    Troy moaned deeply, “Oh, fuck.”

    Up to that very moment, I’d had no intention of

    peeking. But once I realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few
    feet away from me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was
    my blanket, well I just couldn’t resist. I had to see. I just had to! So
    I slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to form a
    shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was Troy’s
    rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked right at me. I
    thought he’d be pissed, but he just smiled and put his finger to his
    lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy showing off his brand new
    BB gun.

    With that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more

    open, and laid my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.

    Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my

    roommate’s big fat cock.

    I couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d

    suddenly seen my family being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying,
    yet I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t. Briona’s big,
    beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to the
    tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful bunny teeth were
    sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that frighteningly huge cock of
    his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.

    She must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on

    her knees, because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the
    confines of her lacy white bra. I’d been right all along. She had been
    hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were even
    bigger than I’d suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy white
    cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy’s cock
    with increasing eagerness.

    I watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn’t

    believe this was actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams
    was polishing a Neanderthal’s knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I
    just couldn’t wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway?
    I hadn’t told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech
    wasn’t a very big college, so this was just one of those random
    coincidences that happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to
    me, goddamn it!

    It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those

    full, beautiful lips, which I’d been too timid to kiss, were now sliding
    and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy’s throbbing meat. And her
    delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to me over the
    course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and flicking that
    sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the while she stroked his
    long shaft with those delicate hands I’d imagined holding in my own. Then
    she lifted his shaft, leaned forward and slurped his big, hairless balls into
    her mouth, making him grab his bedside table for support.

    “Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah, so fucking good.”

    I watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big

    beautiful nose occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found
    particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his salami and
    began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves, making her brown
    hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each
    stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his cock with so much slime that
    long strands of slobber dripped down onto her creamy white cleavage. God, I
    just about passed out at the sight of it. She tilted her head lithely side to
    side as she gulped his phallus, literally swallowing it until I could actually
    see the end of his massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was
    astonishing. She was making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she
    wasn’t choking on his cock; not one tiny bit.

    That’s when it dawned on me that she wasn’t a

    sweet little shy virgin after all. She’d obviously sucked a cock or
    twelve in her time. Hell, for all I knew, she did this sort of thing every
    single night of the year. I’d completely misjudged her. She hadn’t
    turned me down because she was too busy. She’d turned me down because I
    was a coward.

    Looking back, I suddenly realized that she’d been

    waiting for me to make some kind of move all night during our date. Now with
    hindsight twenty twenty, I could remember at least half a dozen
    opportunities for intimacy that I’d passed up. I could have held her hand
    at the art show. I could have sat next to her at dinner. I could have put my
    arm over her shoulder on the walk to her place. And that awkward silence
    before she closed the door? She’d definitely wanted me to kiss her!

    Idiot! Why Didn’t I Fucking Kiss Her? And if I

    had, then what? Would she have pulled me inside? Would she have dropped to
    her knees and pulled out my cock and started sucking me, just like she did with
    Troy? And then what? Would she have fucked me too?! Oh shit. I blew
    it. I fucking blew it.

    I closed the gap in my blankets, and closed my eyes, trying

    to stifle my sobs of crushing regret. Oh god, I was a pathetic excuse for a
    man. I wasn’t a man at all! I was a fucking Boy! Troy may have been a
    stupid caveman who didn’t believe in evolution, but did believe that a
    magnetic wristband could make you run faster, but nevertheless, he was still
    twice the man as me. My pitiful erection faded away and I silently wept,
    feeling lower and more useless than I’d ever felt in my life.

    Okay. I must admit. I was wallowing a bit. But then I

    heard Briona say, “I want you to cream on my tits, baby.”

    I instantly forgot my misery, and opened the flap again,

    just in time to see her reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It popped
    open and her big pale breasts fell into view. My cock leapt fully erect again.
    Her nipples were puffy and pink. Oh god, her tits were more magnificent than I
    could have ever imagined. Troy grabbed her head with both hands and began
    fucking her face hard and fast. Then he stiffened up, arched his back and let
    out a long, gut-wrenching, guttural groan. She pulled back and presented her
    tits to him, while she jerked his long pipe with one hand. I saw his nuts
    literally jumping, then ropes of glistening white ropes shot out of
    him, splooging all over her breasts and neck. She jerked it out of
    him with expert yanks, until her cleavage was dripping with goo. Then she
    leaned forward and sucked his cock head while squeezing his balls, making him
    squirt another shot into her mouth. She looked up at him over her glasses and
    opened her mouth, and let the cum slowly drip out of it onto her
    tits. Oh fucking christ! It was so fucking Filthy! Then she ran both hands
    over her breasts, spreading his shiny cum all over until she her tits were
    glistening.

    He couldn’t stand up any longer, so he plopped down

    onto his bed, and fell onto his back. Briona stood up, and quickly
    stripped out of her shoes, jeans and panties, a sight that made my eyes nearly
    pop out of their sockets. She had an incredible ass and a stunningly narrow
    waist. What a figure! She was built like a movie star! Her back was to me now,
    so I reached into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard cock
    and started jerking off as quietly as I could manage. She leaned forward to
    yank Troy’s pants off, giving me an amazing view of her extremely hairy
    pussy. It was big, bushy and brown, but fucking hot as hell. I couldn’t
    make out her pussy lips, but I didn’t care. I just stared up her ass
    crack, jacking off like the pathetic little perv I was, my cock lubricated by
    the copious amounts of precum it was weeping.

    Once she’d stripped his bottom half bare, she wiped

    her tits clean of cum with his pants, then climbed on top of him. I
    thought she was gonna fuck him, but she kept going upward until she was
    straddling his face. “Suck my fucking pussy, donkey-dick.”

    I couldn’t get over how filthy her mouth was. It was

    like she was split personality, or something. This wasn’t the brainy girl
    I’d been out on a date with. That girl could wax poetically about
    superstring theory and the big bang. But this girl was gleefully grinding her
    pussy against a moron’s face, as she moaned, “Oh fuck yeah. Eat my
    pussy, fuck wad. Eat my fucking pussy. Yeah, that’s right. Stick that
    tongue inside my cunt. Taste my fucking cum.”

    I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. Her back was

    to me, and his big fat cock was in the foreground, blocking some of the view.
    But I saw the underside of his chin, and his tongue going up into her. He was
    making crazy slurping sounds, and his semi-hard cock slowly stood to attention
    again, and he started stroking it, at the same time that I was stoking mine. I
    wondered what it must feel like to have a monster cock like that in your hand.
    Mine was puny compared to his. A measly seven and a half inches.

    Briona was like a wild woman, and she couldn’t

    get enough of Troy’s tongue. She just kept grinding herself roughly into
    his face for the longest time, while he jerked himself off. Her aggressiveness
    was a bit scary, actually. I wondered what I would have done if she’d
    attacked me like that in her apartment. I was starting to feel like maybe I
    dodged a bullet there. Sure, she was sexy, smart and sweet, but damn, she was
    an animal in the sack! She started shouting out filthy commands as she rode his
    face. “Yeah, suck my pussy, you mother fucker! Suck my hairy snatch. You
    know you like it, fuck face. Gimme that hand. Use your finger, oh
    shit yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, right there. Yeah, like that. No don’t stop
    licking my clit. Yeah, oh fuck, No, don’t change anything! Just keep
    doing it like that, mother fucker! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

    She was screaming so loud, they were in serious danger of

    having the RA’s realize there was a girl in the room, but Troy clamped
    his free hand over her mouth. For the next ten minutes she moaned and groaned
    into his hand, and he took her through a series of awe-inspiring orgasms. Then
    right when it seemed she was at the peak of her excitement, she suddenly jumped
    backward and straddled his cock, then lowered herself slowly onto it.

    Wow. She didn’t even make him put on a condom! I saw

    his huge manhood spreading her furry pussy lips wide for a moment before she
    lowered herself slowly down his shaft, while juices dripped out of her. Based
    on the guttural moan she emitted, I guess he was stretching her to the limit,
    and she liked it. The sight of him disappearing into her snatch triggered
    something in my own cock. I felt a burst of pleasure, and moments later I was
    filling my underwear with cum. But I didn’t get soft for a second, so I
    just kept jerking, ignoring the sticky gunk on my hand, taking advantage of the
    fact that her back was turned to me so she couldn’t see my blankets
    jumping as I jerked off like a monkey in a zoo.

    She rode him like that for a good long time, slowly at

    first, moaning, “Oh fucking Christ on a sandwich! You’re so fucking
    big! I’ve never fucked anyone like you before! Oh god. You’re
    splitting me open, you fucking animal!” But once she got used to his
    girth, she began to fuck him with more speed and gusto. She started getting
    less careful, so she could no longer keep his cock from popping out of her
    pussy. But each time she’d reach down, pull it back into place and start
    galloping him again, slamming herself down on him like she was riding
    a wild horse. She was insatiable! And he had lasting power. I shot a second wad
    into my shorts, but he just kept fucking her on and on and on!

    Eventually, he flipped her over onto her back, and lifted

    her long, pale legs high in the air on each of his shoulders, and started
    ramming himself into her like he was trying to destroy her cunt. But she just
    stared up at him with those big brown eyes and urged him on.
    “Harder, you fucking wimp. Fuck me harder.”

    39 min
  • Oktoberfest Origins
    Oktoberfest Origins
    How a Young Prince Frederick celebrated his wedding to Princess
    Charlotte, and started a great Bavarian tradition.

    Based on the work of

    Mumfreds. Listen to
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    steamy stories.


    In 1808 people of Württemberg lived in the convergence of three cultures. The

    masculine lead industry and agriculture of the Germans, the Swiss provided
    enlightenment of the sciences, and the French liberality and arts added a
    healthy dose of libertine free thinking and even a tolerance for kinkiness.

    But Württemberg was moving forward with the final demise of the Holy Roman
    Empire just a few years earlier.

     Napoleon had just defeated the Austrian military and established a new
    Confederation of the Rhine.

     The ethnic German people were split apart  and some were under the Austrian
    protectorate, while the Rhine was under French protectorate on both sides of the
    Rhine river, including the German homeland.
    Prince Frederick had watched as his older sister was given to Emperor
    Napoleon Bonaparte as a wife for Napoleon’s brother, in exchange for his
    family's continued role of the Württemberg Kingdom, under the occupation of
    Napoleon's empire.

     Now Prince Frederick was being pressured by his parents and the court advisors,
    to strategically marry a well-bred heiress from the kingdom of Bavaria, princess
    Charlotte.

    Princess Charlotte was just 18 in the spring of 1810.

     A debutante, already being aggressively sought by Napoleon, she was terrified.

     When faced with the two unwanted options, she and her mother agreed that
    Frederick William was the better option and more respecting of their shared
    German heritage.

     Charlotte wept for weeks. She was still a girl of just 18 years. Her parents
    apologized repeatedly. It was especially difficult because Charlotte had always
    been a free-spirit and defiant of the stupid rules of etiquette that she
    violated almost daily.

    As an enthusiast of all things equestrian, Charlotte refused to ride
    ‘side-saddle’. She also found the practice to be a convenient excuse when the
    Royal Physician of Württemberg Court conducted a prenuptial gynecological exam a
    requirement in the nuptial contract between the kingdoms.

    As for Prince Frederick William, the marriage was even less anticipated.
    Charlotte was not the ideal sex object of his fantasies.

    Where he liked slender, tall older women, Charlotte was busty with a big round
    ass.

    Frederick liked the arts and sciences. He enjoyed the opera and studied
    astronomy.

    Charlotte loved animals and preferred German folk songs. Charlotte found little
    appeal in Frederick's lanky physique. She preferred the bulky, athletic, and
    masculine virility of farm-hands and tradesmen.

     A fall wedding Festival

     Back in 1810 Crown Prince Frederick William, sought the hand of the lovely

    princess Charlotte of Munich. She was the most desired woman in all of the
    ethnic German kingdoms.

    He courted her for many months, seeking to prevail over the efforts of Emperor
    Napoleon of France.

    Frederick's family negotiated aggressively with her father King Maximilian;
    whereby Frederick eventually asked Charlotte to marry him.

    Both kingdoms shared a strong disgust for all things French culture.

    It was the one topic where the two actually enjoyed conversation and felt
    compatibility. they were political allies and even business partners; but not at
    all romantically drawn to desire. She felt the same way he did, and accepted his
    offer. They were scheduled to marry on October 12th. 

    As the date came close, she was starting to feel some trepidation. He was

    concerned and asked what was the problem.

    She shyly told him that she was expected to be with him; only with him, for the
    rest of her life.

    He said of course she would be only with him, and he would be only with her, as
    was customary.

    She thought carefully, and said; “Forever is a long time.”

    He did not want her to be so sad and thought for a while. He proposed an idea as
    a secret plan that they should not tell anyone about.

    At the wedding there would be a huge and joyous festival; a very German cultural
    Festival. At the festival she could go among the crowd and choose three men with
    which to make love.

    Upon hearing the idea, she was overjoyed at the thought and thanked him for his
    generosity and gladly accepted.

    The wedding was indeed a huge and joyous festival where everyone in Munich
    turned out.

     The first night of the festival was the night of their wedding. The celebration
    was scheduled to go on for 5 days.

    On the second day of the festival the prince approached the princess and told
    her today would be the day she made her three selections. She would go out and
    pick three men with which to ‘sow her oats.’

    She went to her dressing chamber to pick out her sexiest outfit. She chose the
    shortest dirndl she had. It stopped just below her ass.  The front of the dirndl
    plunged to show her beautiful Buxom cleavage. On her smooth legs she wore white
    by high stockings that ended below her dirndl.

     On her feet she wore elevated wedges. She was a vision. Her body was very
    visible and very sexy.

    The prince and princess began to make the rounds, where villagers were
    celebrating and congregating. As they walked, the men noticed princess Charlotte
    and paid her a great deal of attention. Offerings were made of pretzels, beer,
    and all sorts of treats, as she walked through the fair.

    She was pleasant of all and smiled as she always did. These were her people and
    she hoped they would come to accept her foreign Prince.

    Helmut the blacksmith
    As they walked through the grounds they came upon a blacksmith, who had a stall
    set up to shoe horses. Charlotte stopped, and seemed to take a special interest.
    As one would expect, the blacksmith was quite strong, and also handsome. When
    she got close, a smile fell across his face and he gave greetings.

    “ I am Helmut, my princess;” he said in the most cultured enunciation he could
    contrive. She secretly knew Helmut from her frequent trips to the Stables. But
    that is their secret. The prince asked the princess if this might be one of the
    men. She smiled and said; “Indeed this would be one of the men if he so
    desired.”

    As the princess continued strolling, the prince stayed back briefly and invited
    Helmut to a special dinner with the princess that evening at 7:00.

    He graciously accepted. While he didn't understand what was fully ahead for him,
    he was happy to be able to spend an evening with the busty and charming
    princess.

     Robert the actor
    They continued to walk through the fairgrounds with the prince often letting the
    princess drift ahead so he could see the reactions of the commoners as they look
    at her beauty. He watch her interact with the men of the Kingdom.

    As they continued, they came across a play that was just finishing up on the
    stage. The lead actor was quite athletically fit and very handsome. He flashed a
    smile at princess Charlotte and catching her off guard, she shyly looked away.
    The production poster listed the lead actor as ‘Robert.’

     What Prince Frederick didn't suspect was that Robert was also a part of the
    local Polo team. The two had secretly met in the Stables. The secret remains to
    this day. She composed herself and began to smile. He congratulated her and the
    prince on their wedding. She whispered to the prince that it might be fun to
    invite him to dinner. Shortly thereafter the prince did just that.

    Steffan the folk dancer
    After not much longer, the princess stopped in front of the stage where there
    was folk dancing.One of the dancers was agile, strong, and very skilled. As he
    lifted his twirling partner into the air, then safely caught her in his arms.
    She caught the vicarious thrill of experiencing being airborne and caught in his
    gentle arms.

     Steffan stepped back for his female dance partner to perform her feature solo.
    As he caught his breath, he looked out to the applauding crowds. He spotted the
    royal couple and was pleased. He had caught the princess's eye. She stood and
    watched him perform. in his lederhosen, not taking her eyes off of him.

     This was not missed by the dancer, and when the dance was over he came over and
    introduced himself to the princess. “I am Steffan”, he humbly bowed.This was but
    a rouse, as the dancer was part of a Mayday festival at the Munich Palace.
    Charlotte had graciously helped him find the dressing rooms when he'd gotten
    lost in the palace back halls.

     Charlotte felt a wetness as she recalled his tryst in her private Chambers just
    months ago; As Steffan talked with the prince, his eyes glanced up and down
    Charlotte’s body. Memories led to arousal, and after several minutes, Steffan
    quickly dismissed himself to ‘prepare for the next number.

    His tight shorts left little to the imagination and it was clear that he was
    very well built down there. It also became obvious when he was talking to the
    princess, that she pleased him greatly and that is why he had to make a quick
    exit.

    Princess Charlotte smiled at The Prince and he understood that the dancer would
    be the third. The prince then extended an invite to him.

    The special guests come to dinner
    The dinner was scheduled for that evening at 7:00. A fire was made in the large
    fireplace and the finest Linens, China, and glassware were laid out.

    The cooks were busy making Gourmet Foods and the prince picked the wines
    himself. The princess was bathing and getting dressed for the evening. She had
    taken her time to clean and shave meticulously. She had chosen a metallic gold
    dress that plunged in the front bodice, and a skirt that stopped right at her
    bottom, in the back.

     She also wore matching metallic gold strappy shoes with towering heels. She
    also wore her gold earrings, necklace, and bracelets. On her right ankle was a
    gold anklet that the prince had bought her that day for the dinner. She looked
    irresistible.

    As the princess dressed upstairs, the men arrived early for the dinner. They
    too, had bathed and put on their finest clothes.

    The prince greeted them personally, and the young studs introduced themselves to
    each other.  The prince poured them each a drink and they toasted to each other
    and their good fortune. Prince Frederick explained to their astonishment and
    delight; the agreement the prince and princess had made ,and that they were the
    lucky men chosen.

    When the princess arrived downstairs, the prince met her before she walked into
    the dining room. To her surprise, the prince said that he would not be joining
    them. He wanted the men to have her to themselves and for her to have the men to
    herself. After thinking about it a bit, she realized that this might be more
    fun.

    The prince told her however, that he couldn't possibly resist watching her
    sexual conquests and would be watching from special consealments that were
    created near the dining room.

    They then walked into the dining room as the men stood up and were formally
    introduced by name to the princess.As she walked in looking lovely as can be.
    There were Smiles all around.

     The prince said his good-byes,and said he would stop in the evening, The
    princess and her suitors were seated for dinner and were poured wine from the
    servants. As the conversation began, the men paid great attention to the
    princess. The men stared deep into the eyes of the princess while she spoke and
    attended to her every need.

    Dancing In The Parlor

    After dessert was served Steffan asked the princess if she’d like to

    dance. She loved to dance and quickly accepted the offer from the handsome man.
    Charlotte led the man into the Parlor and went over to a cabinet on casters she
    opened the lid of the music box and cranked up the Armature.

    The Parlor was filled with the rich sounds of an Austrian Waltz. They began a
    formal Waltz, with the dancer expertly taking the lead and the princess easily
    keeping up. They glided around the room while Helmut and Robert looked on,
    seated on nicely-upholstered wing-back chairs.

    Not wanting to be left out, Robert cut in and continued the dance;  His intense
    blue eyes staring into the princesses. Helmut, not wanting to miss his turn, cut
    in. This allowed the princess to put her hands on his muscular arms as he easily
    spun her around the Dance Floor.

    During dinner, Prince Frederick had been sitting in a hall outside the dining
    room. He took great pleasure in watching the princess charm and be Charmed by
    the men. He found himself increasingly excited as the dancing started. His new
    wife was a youthful and sexy dancer, and watching her interact with the men
    turned him on immensely.

     When the quartet moved to the parlor, Prince Frederick went upstairs to a
    balcony overlooking the Parlor. A member of his Württemberg Entourage, Claudine
    was making her regular checks on his welfare. She was his tutor since he was 10
    years old and she was 21.

    The woman taught Frederick on many subjects, and over time had become an adviser
    on many matters. She was tall, slender, and elegant. Her lessons often continued
    in his bed Chambers whenever they could safely conceal the ongoing sex education
    lessons. Now, 17 years later, Claudine now carries herself as a charming  and
    confident 39 year old vixen.

    From the balcony, the prince and his ‘tutor’ (and secret lover) sat on the
    floor, behind the velvet drapes, and silently peered between the balusters,
    Charlotte’s deportment with the young men.

    The quartet move to a slower song and the blacksmith pulled the princess close
    for a slow dance. The princess’s head had been spinning from her wonderful
    evening and her third Goblet of wine, and now she was very close to and touching
    this muscular man. He too could feel her busty body with his strong hands around
    her firm waist he pulled her in closer to him she didn't pull away as she felt
    him stiffen.

    She began to feel a tingle inside herself. Before she knew it Robert the actor
    had stepped up and taken Helmut’s place. As Robert stared into her eyes he
    leaned forward and gently put his lips to hers and she readily received them as
    she first did in that pile of straw in the horse stables.

    He pulled her close to him and continued to kiss her. She then felt a second set
    of hands on her hips from behind it was Steffan. Her dress was so short that his
    hands were right above the bottom of the dress. She briefly stopped kissing
    Robert as Steffen pulled her hips into him and began kissing her neck. Pressing
    into her rear end was that very large and now very hard cock that had attracted
    her earlier that day. He raised Goosebumps on her as he kissed her neck.

    From the balcony, Prince Frederick and Claudine had seen everything. He didn't
    miss a second of the meal or the dance.  Much like the viral men in the parlor,
    he too was very hard. To watch the woman he married be so pleased. To be able to
    watch her talk and flirt and touch and be touched was truly a pleasure. To see
    the way the young suiters desire her.

    Claudine began rubbing his crotch while sliding her other hand up under her own
    skirt.

    As Steffan continued to kiss the princess on her neck and ears, he slowly ground
    his cock against her white ass. With his hands around her waist the skimpy dress
    began fully raising from the grinding as it lifted. 

    The actor in front of her looked down and realized she wasn't wearing any

    panties. He could see her perfect beautiful shaved cunt. He went wild, grabbing
    her head and kissing her deeply with his tongue.

     Steffan also noticing the dress had climbed up her body, began using his large
    hands to rub her large crack.

    The princess felt so good she was barely standing at this point, mostly being

    held up in the sandwich of the men. The blacksmith was standing on the sidelines
    with his cock out, stroking while looking at the scene he had in front of him.

    The actor was now kissing down the body of The Princess and Steffan turned

    the princess's head and began kissing her deeply as he reached in front and
    grabbed her heating tits and fondling her tall erect nipples. 

    Robert had made his way down to her belly and was closing in on her cunt. The

    princess shook as Robert's lips came in contact with her cunt lips. He licked
    her cunt as she held his head against her. 

    After the princess Broke Free from Steffan's kiss, she gave a look towards

    the waiting blacksmith. The look let Helmut know it was time for him to join the
    fun.
     

    Helmut, unable to contain himself, walked towards the melee. He ignored

    Steffan and the actor and picked up the princess and carried her to a large
    couch on the side of the room. He laid her down on the couch and began for lack
    of a better word, to ravage her body.

    He grabbed and sucked her nipples and then quickly moved down to her cunt,

    licking her clit. 

    The other two men were quickly at the couch. The actor began sucking her

    nipples making the princess squirm. She wrapped her legs around Helmut's head.
    As Robert & Steffan worked their magic, she began to quiver.

    This stirred both of the men and their tongues sped up lapping her nipples

    and clit. Her back arched as the orgasm flowed through her body. As she
    recovered from her orgasm, the men stood her up and removed her mini dress so
    that only her gold platform heals and jewelry remained. At this point; Helmut
    was so turned on, he couldn't wait. He laid the princess back down, and guided
    his rigid cock inside her. As much as she enjoyed his mouth it felt really good
    to have his hard warm cock in her.

    The princess looked next to see that Robert had removed his clothes and had

    his hard shaft in front of her. The princess reached out and grabbed his cock.

     Robert's heart was pounding. The hand of this beautiful woman felt so good

    on him.

    Steffan stripped off his clothes and joined the group.

    The princess had her eyes closed as Helmut picked up his pace. She put her

    right hand on his muscular chest and rubbed down his chiseled abdomen, wrapping
    her hand around his thick cock as it slid in and out of her. She returned her
    hand to his chest and continued to jerk off the wood of Robert on her left.

    One of the thrust of Helmut's threw the princess's head back and as she look

    to the right she saw the naked body of Stefan.

    His cock was large and beautiful. It was exactly what she hoped for when she

    picked him for the evening. She slowed her hand down on the actor as she eagerly
    grabbed the thick rod of the handsome dancer. She slowly explored the entire
    length of his cock with her soft hand. He leaned over and touched and kissed her
    slowly, exploring her mouth; reaching over to gently caress her nipple. She
    firmly but gently grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled him close to her.  It
    was perfect, and she began licking and sucking it. She continued to suck as much
    of the cock as she could fit in her mouth,  to the rhythm of Helmut sliding in
    and out of her wet cunt.

     Helmut would not last much longer, and began to pick up speed. The princess

    began to tremble and slow down the actor and Dancer.

    As Helmut's hands wrapped around her tiny waist, she put her hands on his

    waist, to push him in further, He began grunted and began powerfully
    jack-hammering her. Her entire body was moving as Helmut slammed into her. He
    began to cum.  She felt his first shot squirt into her body, which pushed her
    into a full orgasm as her body clinched around him.  He kept pounding, shooting
    a large load  as she moaned. 

    Charlotte was trembling from the orgasm Helmut had just given her. He held

    her in his strong arms, as she took a moment to recover.  After some time, he
    withdrew his cock from her.

    Steffan grabbed the Princ

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  • A Park Affair: Part 4
    A Park Affair: Part 4
    A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.

    In 4 parts, by  r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Chapter 9:

    Wendy

    I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench.

    Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of
    what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and
    couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world
    come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect
    introduction.

    “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I

    require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men.
    Weird mind you, not strange.”

    “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange.

    I’m not sure I know the difference.”

    “I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup

    of coffee,” I quipped.

    “Indeed.”

    We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away.

    “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired

    pleasantly.

    “It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on

    my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I
    called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to
    happen.”

    “Sounds like a good day,” he offered.

    I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would

    buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.”

    “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does

    the guy know you favor your coffee black?”

    “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I

    giggled, which wasn’t like me.

    “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little

    dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black
    hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and
    vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of
    things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit
    for.”

    “Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?”

    I asked cautiously.

    He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me,

    “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be
    treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to
    move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over
    some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows
    you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.”

    We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes.

    It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that
    surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said,
    though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my
    circumstances.

    We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he

    took my arm and pulled me onto the grass.

    “I think you can use a hug.”

    His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my

    eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a
    minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was.
    When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring.

    He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek.

    “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings
    out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.”

    I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel

    good about myself.

    “It’s here for you,” I said smiling.

    _

    Wendy

    Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had

    signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse.

    “So, I’m free?”

    “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead

    your life as you wish,” he replied.

    Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would

    receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again.

    I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That

    way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off
    my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was
    liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the
    future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I
    was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee
    once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best
    efforts not to be.

    I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was

    leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and
    needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women
    aren’t expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it.
    The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged
    only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended.

    Well, I wasn’t married anymore and my body told me in

    no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we
    sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and
    kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind
    more than once over the last month.

    Robb

    When Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the

    papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn’t sure other than I was
    happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean
    for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would
    be free soon and though we didn’t come right out and say it, we knew it
    would change the way we saw one another.

    She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor

    and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night
    together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the
    motivations wouldn’t be. She had shown signs of confidence and
    independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the
    maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions
    that such a breakup creates.

    Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she

    flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married
    status. Now, she wasn’t married and she could do whatever she wanted with
    her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had
    to admit to myself I didn’t want it to be. I knew that I should be
    patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure
    her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with.
    It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes.

    Wendy

    I got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had

    texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in
    the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile.

    “You look pretty chipper I must say. I’m sure it

    feels good to be free of that bastard.”

    “I do feel good. I’m taking Robb out to dinner

    tonight to celebrate. I’m wouldn’t have made it this far without
    his help, or yours other. But, I don’t want to even think about
    Cecil… err… ex husband now. He’s history and I want to move
    on.”

    “Okay, no more about ‘him’. You know it

    will be different with Robb now that you’re single again. I mean you
    haven’t slept with him yet. I hope he doesn’t expect you’ll
    want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.”

    My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god!

    I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I
    thinking?

    “I don’t think it will be a problem. He

    hasn’t given me any indication he’s looking for that.”

    “He does like you doesn’t he? I mean you keep

    seeing one another and it suggests to me there’s something more between
    the two of you.”

    I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a

    response that didn’t reveal my infidelity while I was married. I’d
    never been a good liar.

    “I think there is a special bond between us. He helped

    me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I
    wouldn’t have seen it through to the end without him.”

    I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I

    were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time
    tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our
    relationship would change. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would, though
    I should have known better.

    I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided

    I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my
    husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were
    unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to
    work things out as long as I had.

    I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung

    up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I’d been too
    immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be
    my own person from here on out.

    I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I

    was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected.
    When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb’s smile as I approached I felt
    fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a
    little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I
    should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel
    guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he
    held out his hand for mine.

    “You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially

    where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression.

    I felt my face flush red, something I wasn’t prone to

    do.

    “Sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

    “Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for

    noticing the necklace, not the other things.”

    “I’ll try to be more considerate,” he

    replied quietly as he held my hand.

    I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school.

    “You’re considerate enough.”

    We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any

    mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the
    start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his
    parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good
    terms with them he smiled.

    “I’m still the apple of my mother’s eyes

    and dad is proud of the work I do, even though he doesn’t understand much
    about computers. So, I would say I’m doing pretty well.”

    “Do they say anything about not being married?”

    “No, not really. I mean they were disappointed when I

    stopped seeing my last girlfriend as they hoped I would propose to her.”

    “Why didn’t you?” I asked cautiously, not

    sure I should ask. But, he had brought it up, not me.

    “She was unfaithful,” his voice with a hint of

    sadness.

    “I’m sorry.” I said honestly.

    “I wanted you to know at least that much in case it

    comes up in the future.”

    Maybe I was making more out of his statement then he

    intended, but it seemed as if he expected we would have a future relationship
    of some kind. It made me feel good thinking it could happen. We finished our
    meal after having decided we would take a walk afterward, dropping my car at
    his apartment as he would drive to the river walk not far away.

    There wasn’t any indication Robb felt out of sorts as

    I paid the bill before we left, though he did ask if he could leave the tip and
    I agreed. It was very generous and I was sure it was because the young lady
    that waited on us was quite attractive. It made me feel like an old married
    lady at 26. He saw my expression as he placed the money in the middle of the
    table, and gave me a shy smile.

    “She did a good job and deserves it. In terms of what

    you’re thinking, you would have gotten a larger tip.”

    I chuckled, “You don’t know exactly what

    I’m thinking.”

    “Oh, men are simple enough. We like good looking women

    and don’t hide it very well when we do. In your case, I don’t
    intend to hide it.”

    Again, I felt myself blush. My ex had seldom ever said

    something so bold, or truthful when it came to the way he viewed me, or any
    other woman. Robb’s ability and willingness to be open was refreshing.

    “You know you surprise me with your honesty, but then

    I think you know I’m attracted to you.”

    He smiled, but didn’t say anything, so I continued.

    “Men are just as different as any woman. I’m not

    blind, I see the way you look at me and know you find me attractive. What makes
    you different is that you’re open about it. I’m not into playing
    games and I don’t think you are either.”

    Chapter 10: I Have A Past

    After dropping my car off I got into his car and we were on

    our way to the park along the river. I was so satisfied with how the evening
    had gone. We arrived at the park and started our walk following the path along
    the river. It was about twenty minutes later when I saw one of the church women
    approaching us as we walked hand in hand. She gave me a strange look, then
    stopped, indicating she wanted to speak to me.

    “Hi Sarah. Wonderful evening isn’t it?” I

    said pleasantly.

    She looked Robb up and down, then looked back to me, and

    snarled. “I heard you got divorced. Didn’t take long to find
    someone else to ride you did it?”

    I was shocked at her words. I was about to reply when Robb

    spoke.

    “If you’re insinuating we’ve been having

    sex since her divorce you would be wrong. We haven’t. Not that it’s
    really any of your business. Now, if you’re interested in being ridden we
    can talk about it. I may be able to fit you in, though there would be a small
    charge.”

    I felt a laugh start to form in my throat and did my best to

    stifle it. The look on her face went so red it seemed to glow. No words escaped
    her mouth though her jaw was working, her face agonized.

    “It would only be twenty dollars and I’m sure it

    wouldn’t take long,” Robb added, his face serious.

    Sarah turned and walked away at a rapid pace without

    uttering another word. I looked at Robb and saw a smile cross his face.

    “Guess she wasn’t interested,” he deadpanned.

    “Robb! She probably thinks I’m paying for it.

    You know that don’t you?” I said half laughing.

    He looked at me, his smile even broader. “You Ms.

    Cummins will never have to pay a cent.”

    I took his arm and smiled. “I’m not Cummins

    anymore, I’m Brown, Wendy Brown.”

    “Well Ms. Brown, shall we continue our walk?”

    “I’d be delighted.”

    _

    Wendy

    It was a month later and I saw Robb once or twice a week for

    coffee, though we talked on the phone at least five days a week. One night
    Clara suggested her boyfriend, Kevin, had a friend I might like and that we
    double-date. I wasn’t sure, but after a few minutes decided I should do
    it to show my appreciation for what she and Kevin had done for me in the past.
    Kevin was a really nice guy and I got along with him well. I thought Clara had
    done well for herself.

    The night we went out was warm and I was wearing a tank top,

    shorts, and sandals. Tony was damn good looking and I was thrilled with the
    idea I’d be seen with such a good looking man. He was pleasant enough,
    though as we talked I found he was… well… shallow. He had no
    problem undressing me with his eyes. After all these past few months I was used
    to it, accepting it as the price I paid to dress as I chose now that I could be
    myself.

    He was kind of like my ex in a way. When he started asking

    about my religious views my hackles went up. It made me uncomfortable as that
    was how things had gone with my ex. Religion was never far away, even on our
    first few dates. I steered our conversation to other topics whenever it came
    up. He seemed to continue to jabber away about his faith group regardless.

    I finally mentioned to him I was helping out at the food

    bank on weekends and he seemed to take some interest in that. I breathed a sigh
    of relief.

    “Really, you work at the food bank? I hear those

    people simply don’t want to work and take handouts.”

    I told him about the variety of people I met and how life

    had put them in rough straights for a while and they needed some help. He went
    on about how his church served food to the needy after they attended church
    service. Suggesting it was a small price to pay for what the Lord provided. I
    shut my mouth and didn’t say another word. It was turning into a long
    night.

    Robb had gotten me involved in the food bank and I found the

    experience enjoyable. At the time it took me away from my own problems and made
    me appreciate other people had problems too. It was something I continued to do
    after my divorce. Robb and I would spend time together with people who had
    become friends. I noticed how several of the single women took an interest in
    Robb while he was there. He flirted a little with them, but he did with me too.
    It made me feel good to have his attention.

    I knew Clara was disappointed our date hadn’t resulted

    in something better. But as time passed I discovered my friends always seemed
    to want to help me out. This took the form of trying to fix me up with a
    friend, or a relative. I knew they were well meaning, but after almost three
    months I was exhausted by their interest.

    I related this to Robb and he told me he had gone through

    the same thing after his breakup. That was a topic he didn’t say much
    about. I was sure it was because he didn’t want to burden me with what
    had been, or was, his problem. I had met his parents briefly months ago and he
    called one night to say they were coming the next day.

    “Wendy, would you be my date for dinner?”

    “You mean a real date?” I asked surprised as he

    had never used that term with me before.

    “Yes, a real date. I’ll pay for your dinner and

    you can try to be nice to me the entire evening.”

    I laughed. “I’m always nice to you.”

    “Yeah, come to think of it you are. Well, you’ll

    get a free meal out of the deal.”

    It was if he were asking me for a favor, as if I

    wouldn’t be interested in dating him without his having an excuse.

    “I would be delighted. Where are we going?”

    I hung the up phone with a smile, it was one of the best

    restaurants in town. I was thrilled. Did I have something nice to wear? I would
    need a manicure for sure, pedicure? No, it was too cold for open-toed shoes, or
    sandals. I looked at what I had in my closet and decided I needed a new blouse
    that I could match with either a dress, or a pair of dress slacks.

    I had lost pounds over the past two months thanks to simply

    walking to the park and back to Clara’s apartment. I heard Clara come in
    and told her Robb had asked me out.

    “I thought the two of you had a disagreement last

    week.”

    “We did, but we worked it out, neither of us can be

    right all of the time and… well… he was right this time.”

    “If this is a real date will this change your

    'platonic’ relationship? I know you have the hots for him, so don’t
    deny it. Every guy you’ve gone out with you compare with him. Why
    don’t you just admit it and get it over with? Girl it might help if you
    got some sack time with him. You know you’re allowed to have sex with any
    man you want now.”

    “I don’t know, maybe it will our

    relationship,” I replied thinking if she could see it others could too.

    I had kept it to hugs and a few kisses trying to avoid the

    rebound thing. But, she was right about the sex, I could really use a roll in
    the

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    Chapter 6: Second Thoughts

    Wendy

    We talked for almost an hour and I found myself laughing at

    his lame jokes. Though he did a pretty good job at laughing at mine too. After
    we hung up I felt wonderful. He had laughed at my favorite lawyer joke: How
    many lawyers does it take to shingle a roof? He had made a few guesses, and
    when I gave him the punch line: It depends on how thin you slice them. He
    laughed, then continued to chuckle as we talked. I felt so good knowing I had
    entertained him. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time.

    “Well, you look like you’re in a good mood,

    Clara grinned as I walked out into the living room and sat down. Who was that
    you were talking to?”

    “A guy I met at the park a while ago.”

    “How well do you know him? It sounded as if he has a

    good sense of humor to make you laugh like that.”

    The question jolted me and my mind tried to parse the

    question.

    How well did I know him? I didn’t know him that well,

    I mean we… I had him…

    “Come on, it can’t be that difficult to

    answer,” Clara chided with a smile.

    “I’ve seen him one time, he gave me his number,

    and I accidently dialed it instead of my mother’s.”

    “And you talked with him for how long?”

    “I don’t know, a while. He asked me out for

    coffee and I told him no.”

    “So, once things are settled with your husband are you

    going to call him again and see if he’ll take you out?”

    “Really, I don’t know, I haven’t given it

    any thought.” Then I realized I hadn’t deleted his contact
    information as I had planned to do. I didn’t want to second guess myself
    as I had enjoyed talking with him– I decided to leave him in my contacts.

    “You know you could ask him out, you’re not that

    old fashioned are you? I mean you could have him over to hang out.”

    “I suppose I could once I have my own apartment and my

    husband is history.”

    “You know I don’t mind having you here.”

    “I know, thank you. But, I will have to move on with

    my life and getting my own apartment seems important in that respect.”

    Robb

    After ending my talk with Wendy I took a root beer out of

    the fridge and sat down with a bag of pretzels. I was surprised when the first
    call came, then disappointed it had been by mistake. She had been honest about
    it and… well… it was nice to hear her voice. I was engaged in
    reading when the second call came and after talking for a while it seemed as if
    she had taken my advice and sought a divorce.

    The longer we talked the more relaxed she seemed to be.

    Making her laugh was delightful as I could see her eyes sparkle while those
    sweet lips showed a white smile in my mind. The surprise was she had a
    wonderful sense of humor herself, and I found myself laughing more than I had
    in a long while. That was when I suggested we have coffee together. When she
    declined the air went out of the balloon in a whoosh.

    When she explained the reason I felt better, she was right

    of course, she was married. The situation was thankfully different than before
    and I couldn’t help but feel good about it. We kind of ended our talk
    without really saying goodbye, it was as if she were leaving the door open. I
    hoped she was and this time my feelings were less than altruistic– I
    wanted to feel her body naked against mine again.

    Chapter 7: Caving In

    Wendy

    I was at work two days later having lunch with several of my

    coworkers and found my mind wandering. It was the second time in as many days
    Robb had come to mind– the sound of his laugh in particular.

    “Well, that was some smile,” Ruby said, bringing

    me out of my reveille, “I haven’t seen you smile like that in
    weeks, it’s nice to see.” The others nodded their agreement.

    I returned to my desk with a few minutes left before my

    lunch break was over. I took my phone out and sent a text message to Robb
    suggesting we meet in the park, then go for coffee if he wasn’t busy. I
    pressed send, my heart beating a little faster. Sure, I was still married, but
    that didn’t mean I couldn’t meet a friend, did it?

    I was working on a document when my phone vibrated on my

    desktop. I picked it up hoping it was a response from Robb accepting my
    proposition. It was! So much for my ability to concentrate for the rest of the
    afternoon. Though a few minutes later there was another reason too– my
    husband had left a message with the receptionist saying he wanted to see me
    today. I didn’t call him back, continuing to take my lawyer’s
    advice. Damn, it seemed as if the day had turned into a mixed bag as my lawyer
    had called to tell me my husband’s lawyer was trying to slow things down.

    Robb

    I was surprised when I saw the text from Wendy since she had

    said she was still married and it wasn’t a good idea. I wondered now if
    she were having a problem of some kind. Our last phone call had been
    comfortable enough until the very end. I hesitated for a few minutes before
    responding, what did I have to lose? I was already involved with her and once
    she was divorced there was the chance of continuing our relationship in some
    fashion– besides, I wasn’t seeing anyone else. I sent a
    ‘yes’ and provided a time I would be there. I had to admit I was
    surprised she wanted to meet at the park, though maybe it was a way for her to
    deal with what had transpired there– a way of getting past it.

    Wendy

    I strolled out of the lobby to my car with a smile of anticipation,

    surprised at how much I was looking forward to seeing Robb again. It was a
    fifteen minute drive to the park from work and when I arrived I got out and
    stretched, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. I elected to take the bench in
    the shade of a tree rather than the one in the distance where Robb and I had
    met first. I didn’t need for him to remember the wretched woman he had
    found that day. I could have suggested another location, but I had to deal with
    my demons too.

    I was sitting watching as people walked, biked, and

    roller-bladed on the paved path not far away. I closed my eyes and took in the
    whisper of the leaves in the tree as a gentle breeze hit my skin. It was then I
    heard a voice and felt myself stiffen– it was my husband. I had no
    choice, I turned to face him.

    “You didn’t make it easy for me to talk to

    you,” he said in a stern voice.

    “That’s because I don’t see a need for us

    to talk. What I saw was enough to tell me our trial separation hadn’t
    worked; at least not for me. You had your chance and didn’t use it. So,
    just leave me alone, I’m not changing my mind.”

    “Pastor Davis has agreed to meet with us. I’ve

    been praying for our marriage to work, and the Lord has told me I’ve been
    forgiven. But, he had to teach me a hard lesson. Wendy, I want you to come
    home, so we can start over. You’re my wife and I want you to honor your
    commitment.”

    I just stared at him, honor my commitment to him! I guess it

    doesn’t work in reverse. Maybe I should have prayed to the Lord harder,
    so he could make me understand, and be forgiving.

    “Wendy, I’ll give you a few days to pray for us,

    for our marriage. I’m sure if you ask for guidance he will grant it to
    you.”

    I looked at him, trying to project calmness and confidence.

    “I’m not interested in prayer, Pastor Davis, or you. Tell your
    lawyer to move forward on the divorce, so we can both move on with our lives.
    That’s all I want. I want this to be finished.”

    “I just want one thing from you right now, just share

    a kiss with me so you’ll see there is still something between us, that
    the love given to us by the Lord remains.”

    Before I could protest he grabbed my arm and pulled me

    toward him. I resisted, trying to back away knowing I didn’t want him
    touching me. I found the thought of a kiss revolting– my lips on his
    wasn’t going to happen. I felt a hand come to my other arm and grasp it
    firmly, then saw him leaning toward me.

    “No! Let me go!” I shouted as he closed the

    distance.

    Robb

    I was walking into the park looking for Wendy and was

    certain I saw her sitting on a bench under a tree. Continuing on, I saw a man
    approach, stand for a moment, then sit down next to her. I was sure I was
    mistaken now, and turned my gaze to the other benches around the park. I
    didn’t see a lone women sitting anywhere and was thinking she’d
    been held-up by traffic and hadn’t arrived yet. I looked back to where I
    saw the man and woman sitting just as I heard a shout. I was close enough now I
    could tell it was Wendy– she was struggling with the man.

    I rushed up to the bench yelling. “Leave her alone,

    get the hell away from her.”

    I saw him stop, still holding her arms, to look at me,as I

    stopped a few feet away. He looked at me surprised.

    “This is my wife, get lost. We have things to talk

    about.”

    “It doesn’t look to me like she wants to talk,

    or whatever it is you’re trying to get out of her.”

    “I told you, get lost. We’ll work this

    out.”

    “Okay, here’s the way it’s going to work.

    You let go of her, she tells me she wants to talk with you, and I leave. If you
    don’t, I call 911 and get the cops here to sort things out. I don’t
    leave until they get here. Your choice.”

    I watched as he slowly released her and turned to me with a

    glare. “This woman is mine, she is my wife, and she knows what it means.
    She had better understand I deserve another chance and I’m not giving up
    just because her lawyer talks to mine.”

    I watched as he turned to Wendy. “I want to talk with

    you right now, I’m tired of the run arounds. I won’t do anything
    else other than talk.”

    I looked at Wendy and saw she wasn’t happy. Then she

    nodded.

    Wendy

    I heard a voice and looked to where it came from and saw it

    was Robb. My husband released his grip on my arms and I moved to the far end of
    the bench. I knew my husband wouldn’t be aggressive with Robb, I’d
    seen him back down too often. Still, I was happy to have Robb there as his grip
    on my arms had been painful. This was the second time he had tried to force
    himself upon me and I was more fearful than ever before of how he viewed me.

    I decided to talk with him now. Robb would be near and would

    come to my rescue if my husband tried to take me with him by force– a
    real possibility I felt now.

    I watched as Robb moved to a bench nearby and sat down as we

    looked at one another.

    “You know that guy?” my husband asked.

    “I’ve talked with him once, now what is it you

    want to talk about?” My stomach clenched at not having told the truth.

    “I want you to come home, meet with Pastor Davis, and

    agree to meet with some of the Christian women to learn more about how you
    should behave at home. I know you were raised in a different religion, but you
    need to practice what our church teaches. I want you to be ready to start a
    family, so it means getting off birth control– which you know is against
    what our church teaches.”

    I looked him straight in the eye. “Let me get straight

    to the point. I don’t want to be married to you anymore, and I certainly
    don’t want to have your children. If you bother me again I’ll seek
    a restraining order against you. I don’t want to do that, so if you agree
    to the divorce this whole thing will end and we can go our separate ways. I
    hope you understand I’m not coming back to you.”

    “You can’t mean that, you can’t. We have a

    lot invested in our marriage. No other man will know you the way I have known
    you.”

    I laughed. “I wasn’t a virgin when I married

    you. You knew that, now you want to make sure after you there will never be
    another? You get a little bit stranger each time we talk. I can’t help
    but wonder if you’re not reading and talking to the wrong people in your
    church. I didn’t sign up for your brand of religion and version of
    marriage, at least not the kind you represent now.”

    “If you seek the comfort of another man while we are

    married you’ll be condemned to hell, you know that. Think about it,
    I’ll give you three days to let me know and if I ever see you with that
    guy again he’ll pay.”

    I knew my husband was a wuss, he always backed down when it

    looked as if another guy would touch him.

    “Well, make him start paying now. We’re going to

    have coffee together, that’s what friends do in the real world.”

    “So, you admit you were going to meet him here?”

    “Why should I lie about it? We have coffee and talk,

    that’s more than I care to do with you. One thing I do know, if you mess
    with him he’ll beat your ass. So, I suggest you get up and walk away and
    not use your mouth in a way that will get you into trouble– the cops may
    have to come to save you otherwise.”

    My husband glanced towards Robb, then back to me.

    “He’d better not touch you while you’re married.”

    “He won’t touch me unless I want him to, I can

    trust him. It’s too bad I can’t say the same thing about you
    anymore. Do you think it would make any difference to me now anyway?”

    “You wouldn’t,” he glared.

    I smiled wickedly, got up from the park bench, and walked toward

    Robb without a word. I was finished talking, at least with him. It was time for
    coffee with someone I wanted to spend time with. Let the bastard think whatever
    he wanted. I would do what felt right for me for a change.

    No dating until after the divorce was final was what the

    lawyers touted–don’t leave your home, you remain living there.
    Bullshit, there was legal and there was common sense. I’d removed myself
    from the pain living there caused me each and every day– the only mistake
    I had made was in not leaving sooner.

    I no longer felt connected to my faith. Not that it

    hadn’t been building for a long time, but recent events had simply proven
    it was all so much hogwash. I could never accept everything from my own
    religious upbringing and my marriage had simply amplified what I had found
    difficult to believe.

    Pray, pray, and pray some more, the Lord will show you the

    way. I prayed with my fellow parishioners and the result didn’t change
    what happened. That individual, or those people suffered, and when it
    didn’t change for the better everyone said it was the Lord’s will.
    Have faith, and we would go on to pray again for something else with the same,
    horrible, result. Not that the Moslems didn’t do the same damn thing,
    they were as screwed up as the Jews I had concluded.

    Robb

    I watched as Wendy talked with her husband. He glanced over

    to me several times and when Wendy got up and started walking towards me he
    stood up, glared hard, then walked away. When Wendy was within a few steps I
    saw she seemed calm, not upset at all, as if it had been cathartic for her.

    “You okay?”

    “I’m fine. As you might have guessed I

    wasn’t expecting him to be here. He stopped at my office and left a
    message he wanted to see me today. I didn’t see him, or his car when I
    left the parking lot. I guess he must have followed me. Thank you for coming to
    my aid again. I’m afraid I’m more trouble than I’m
    worth.”

    “Wendy, don’t put yourself down, there’s

    no reason for it as far as I can tell. I don’t know you well, but I want
    to have the chance to.”

    “You don’t believe you’ll go to hell for

    spending time with a married woman?” she asked half joking.

    “No. I don’t believe in things like that as

    I’m not religious. I guess if I were I wouldn’t have helped you in
    the way you wanted me to when we first met. Does that bother you?” I
    mean, that I’m not invested in some all-knowing deity?“

    "No, in fact, right now I consider it plus. Would you

    mind if I pay for our coffees? I think I owe you at least that this
    time,” she offered.

    “Coffee, no sex?” I smiled with a mischievous

    look on my face as we started walking toward the coffee shop.

    “Would that be a deal breaker, the sex I mean?”

    she asked earnestly.

    “Not at all, I want you to know that what we did the

    first time isn’t what I expected to happen this time. You wanted
    something to throw in his face when you saw him, but you didn’t do it did
    you?”

    Wendy

    I was surprised that he would be so perceptive, but he was

    right. I decided not to use my tryst against him. Not that it didn’t come
    to mind as I sat with my husband. I felt it would reflect more on me in a
    negative way than him. I also didn’t need to provide him with ammunition
    to use against me if he wanted to contest the divorce. Even meeting Robb this
    time may have given him something if that was his intention.

    “No, but I didn’t want to get you involved in

    this either.”

    “I’m a big boy, and frankly, I can be stubborn

    about some things.”

    We spent over two hours talking after getting coffee. I told

    him I was going to get my own apartment when I found something I liked. Then I
    would move the rest of my belongings from home before the divorce was final. I
    told him I hoped my husband was convinced after our little talk I wasn’t
    coming back to him, and that I wouldn’t have to be so careful about
    seeing him.

    We stood next to each other after throwing our paper cups

    into the trash bin and walked across the street to my parked car. I stood
    looking at him and felt his hand come to take mine and hold it. The thrill I
    felt warmed me, my heart beat as if I were a young girl again. Looking up at
    him I was sure my face flushed red– but it wore a smile. I so much wanted
    to kiss him for making me feel so grand.

    “Okay if I call you?”

    “Any time you want. Thank you for being here for me,

    good night.”

    Chapter 8: More Husband Problems

    Wendy

    I had to admit my husband was being far more aggressive than

    I had ever seen him before. I hadn’t been able to understand his behavior
    over the past year. He had started to quote Scripture to me more than he had
    before. I had attempted to talk to him about it and he got defensive, telling
    me I should pray for guidance. At first, his time with Joanne had seemed
    innocent enough. I trusted him, I trusted her as far as that went. She was
    always educating me about my responsibilities as a wife, and after a while I
    thought they were tag-teaming me.

    I didn’t expect him to be so persistent in trying to

    get me to counseling after having ignored me for so long. His behavior was
    erratic, but not dangerous until our last two encounters. It was like he
    couldn’t accept I was rejecting him like he had rejected me. I hoped he
    would finally see the light and sign the papers to end our marriage.

    Despite my husband’s appearance I was in a good mood

    after spending time with Robb. We had talked about our childhood, relating our
    most embarrassing moments. Laughing at what we’d done and now considered
    just plain stupid. It was liberating to be so honest with him. He didn’t
    hold much back, he had a self-deprecating sense of humor that showed how
    confident he was in himself.

    That night I slipped into bed and felt perhaps something

    good would come out the day after all. I would call my lawyer tomorrow and tell
    him about my husband’s statement I had three days to return home to him.
    He hadn’t said it in a threatening way and I took it as applying more
    pressure to get me home where he would have more control over me. I knew what
    my lawyer was going to say– I should have stayed in the house.

    Robb

    I left Wendy and headed home thinking she had a lot on her

    plate and I didn’t need to add to it. I stayed as positive as I could and
    really liked seeing her laugh–

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Explicit short stories of intimacy and passion. The text of each story is included.