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  • An Unexpected Match: Part 1
    An Unexpected Match: Part 1
    A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play.

    By Dansilver.

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    New Year s resolutions weren t usually Martin s thing.

    He had enough experience to know that people s good

    intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had
    to do something.

    2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid

    restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November,
    Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.

    At least he had been able to bury her, something which

    wouldn t have even been several months previously.

    But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable

    descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.

    At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at

    Christmas time. He couldn t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed
    with Jenny alongside him.

    Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by

    New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection
    and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.

    Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a

    teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the
    park. So, on New Year s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was
    running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.

    Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the

    booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew
    the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead
    tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.

    When it came to it, he was glad he hadn t backed out.

    The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would

    be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put
    everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven
    people doing the course seemed ok too.

    The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis

    drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the
    Court against each other with the punishment of star jumps or burpees for
    those losing the point.

    By the time the following Monday came around Martin was

    surprised how much he was looking forward to going.

    As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly

    became the highlight of Martin s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the
    drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking
    the class began to grow too.

    King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening

    and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing
    level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.

    Martin found himself especially enjoying points against

    Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40 s with a sharp sense of humour and
    quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness
    levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always
    had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.

    Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each

    other saying 'Come on old man, let s see what you ve got! which might have
    offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older
    than she was.

    But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him

    all the more determined to win the points.

    Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class,

    but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori
    as much as anything else.

    He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at

    ease.

    But he soon realized to his surprise that there was

    something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable
    at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly
    awakening as Spring began to bud.

    Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn t

    what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall,
    fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin
    used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.

    But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely

    noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn t Lori s breasts which grabbed
    Martin s attention on the 5th week of class.

    Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis

    shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each
    person was to run around the court and get in line again.

    Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this

    week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was
    running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori s ass as she ran in
    front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his
    heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he
    contemplated her figure.

    They got round the court and were soon playing their shots

    again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin s eyes were drawn to
    Lori s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of
    him.

    Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there

    was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin s
    heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something
    which he hadn t experienced in a long time.

    As the class went on Dan couldn t shake the image of Lori s

    ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind
    her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60 s,
    slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.

    Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court,

    Martin again found that his mind wasn t on his usual banter with Lori, but had
    strayed elsewhere.

    Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the

    tennis ball - something which wasn t uncommon with women tennis players who
    grunted through the exertion of playing a point.

    But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a

    high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.

    Martin hadn t paid too much attention to it until this week,

    but now he found himself wondering whether Lori s shrieking was just for the
    court or whether she was vocal during sex too.

    Each vocal utterance took Martin s mind to Lori s bedroom as

    he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.

    What the hell is going on? Martin thought to himself. I m

    thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy! He was painfully aware that the
    stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew
    that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very
    embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.

    Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was

    able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the
    class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.

    Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?

    The voice pierced Martin s thoughts and he turned round to

    see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.

    Martin s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the

    state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him
    to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But
    he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth
    taking.

    Erm, sure. What day?

    How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if

    that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?

    It s a date, Martin said. I mean not a date just er well

    you know what I mean, his face reddening.

    Lori flashed her smile and giggled.

    Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.

    And with that she turned toward her vehicle.

    See you on Thursday! she called as she walked away.

    Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the

    engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.

    In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just

    arranged a tennis game with him.

    But his mind was racing away from him.

    What did she mean by I should be so lucky?

    Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her

    jokes?

    Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute

    drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori s
    seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.

    As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori s

    toned body, Martin s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need
    for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.

    Yet Martin s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging

    sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and
    yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another.

    Surely he shouldn t be having these thoughts. Yet they

    wouldn t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife,
    instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now,
    imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.

    By the time he was half way home Martin s cock was standing

    to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.

    And still he played out the scene in his mind.

    He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped

    together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.

    He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel

    parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.

    He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she

    began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her
    urgency increased.

    And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm

    he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.

    Martin realized that he was almost home, although he

    couldn t remember any of his journey.

    His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been

    stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.

    Martin s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure

    which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a
    dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.

    As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these

    exquisite sensations to continue, Martin s foot increased the pressure on the
    accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm
    overtook him on the journey.

    Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward

    his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should
    see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor,
    ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.

    His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He

    needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.

    He needed to come.

    Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down

    to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the
    time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that.

    He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing

    the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the
    top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down -
    imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls
    encase him.

    He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of

    his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.

    He needed to come.

    He wanted to come.

    He was going to come.

    It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen

    and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no
    return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole
    being was consumed with the heightening sensations.

    The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay

    there - to prolong the moment of release.

    Martin s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index

    finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.

    But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which

    had been building and now was about to break.

    He was coming.

    Martin s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew

    through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and
    hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed
    over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his
    brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb
    with each surge.

    Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.

    Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of

    semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often
    his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.

    Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on

    the shower.

    Thursday couldn t come quick enough.

    As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin

    knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay
    focused on the game.

    When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for

    the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori
    had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.

    She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky

    tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As
    she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few
    more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.

    Lori s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which

    draped down her back topped by a white cap.

    As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned

    toward him and flashed him a smile.

    Hey old man! I m glad you made it. It wouldn t have been as

    much fun playing with myself.

    Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was

    it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being
    dirty minded?

    Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She s probably

    saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.

    His musings were broken into by Lori s perky voice

    Come on - let s play!

    She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under

    the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties
    sewn into her skirt.

    Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the

    net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so
    they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday
    conversation.

    Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he

    who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.

    By the time they began to play some competitive points

    Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori s request to play him was purely
    for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the
    conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and
    keeping score.

    At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked

    Do you have any balls?

    Martin quickly replied Yes, I ve got two here in my shorts.

    Can t you tell?

    He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but

    Lori grinned and said, Come on then - get them out. Don t keep me waiting.

    Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the

    innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way
    than he was.

    The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court

    time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to
    try to win the match.

    Lori s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which

    only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an
    entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or
    simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a
    close.

    Great game, and well played, Martin congratulated Lori as

    they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left
    their bags.

    Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot, Lori smiled back. I d love to

    play with you again soon.

    I d like that too, Martin replied and as he spoke he felt

    his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his
    balls rather than tennis balls.

    Got much else planned for this evening? Lori asked. We

    could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.

    Sure - I d like that. But don t you have a husband or

    partner waiting for you or a someone?

    Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after

    over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these
    sorts of situations.

    Lori chuckled. Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort

    of lover. Well not the human kind anyway!

    Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the

    stirring in his groin increased at Lori s sudden candour.

    Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator

    against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin
    quickly tried to push back down - he wasn t in the privacy of his car now.

    Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin

    to engorge with blood.

    Ok, well er, let s have a drink then. Where do you want to

    go?

    Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the

    anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the
    lingering image which had entered his mind.

    To be honest, I m not really dressed for a bar. I came out

    like this ready for tennis, Lori mused.

    Why don t you come back to my place? It s just 5 minutes

    away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.

    "Sure I d love to, Martin said, his heart beating even

    faster now despite the game being over some time ago.

    Great. Well just follow me. Won t take long.

    As Martin followed Lori s white Subaru Impreza his whole

    body seemed on fire with excitement.

    He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He

    even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.

    He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited

    back for a drink. But he couldn t shake the thought that there could be more.

    It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny

    had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been t

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  • Conception Rock: Part 2
    Conception Rock:
    Part 2

    By AlexanderT . listen to the

    ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Becky

    & Eddie were weekend guests at the lakehouse of
    Jane & Pete, who are retired former neighbors. An alcohol-induced
    discussion of the previous night led to showing a video album of glamour photos
    Pete had taken of Jane. Becky summoned the courage to accept Pete s offer to do
    her own photo album. Having finished the swimsuit portion, Becky was now
    getting ready for the boudoir portion.

    Boudoir Beauty

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

    master bedroom, Jane telling Pete and Eddie to go away until called. Pete and
    Eddie went to kitchen and had a beer.

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

    thought maybe Becky was having second thoughts and Jane was trying to help her
    decide.

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

    the camera."

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

    lying on the center of the bed on her side, her head supported by her arm, her
    tits sagging, her upper leg thrown over, her knee touching the black satin
    sheet, her sex covered.

    Pete smiled, "Oh, yeah." and began taking shots. click, click, click. He moved to each side, taking more

    pics. Becky s soft smile and intense gaze was ever-present in each frame.

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

    gasped. Becky s cunt was shaved clean. Becky looked to Eddie for a moment to
    assess his approval. It was obvious he loved it, both by his beaming smile, and
    the hand he moved down to his shorts. Eddie also knew why it had
    taken so long to get ready. His dreamy lust for her bare cunt was redirected by
    the movements of Pete & the click, click, click.

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

    for Eddie."  Pete continued in his adrenalin-rich state. click, click, click. Pete knew he needed to keep things
    moving just to keep himself from getting too enamored
    by the raw sexuality on display. Capturing this event is more important than
    enjoying the view on display before him.

    "Alright. Now, Eddie, it's

    your turn, Pete announced.

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

    cameras."

    "No, no. Take off your pants. Becky s waiting for you

    to join here, Pete directed him.

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

    if you were watching a tennis match, but finally loosened his belt and pushed
    down his jeans and his shorts. He had a decent erection and had no reason to be
    embarrassed. Pete s voice and tone took on the hypnotic effect of mind control
    over his subjects.  His confidence took over the decision-making when the
    young couple needed to be led.

    Eddie climbed buck naked, over to between Becky s legs. She

    sat up, smiling with a glow on her face as her Eddie approached.

    Pete s direction resumed; "Okay, Becky; slowly wrap

    your hands around it lovingly." click, click, click. "Now massage the
    balls." click, click, click "And kiss it."
    click, click, click.

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

    Becky.

    Becky shook her head, "Everything."

    Pete looked at Jane and she shrugged.

    "Okay, keep going. Becky, show him what your oral

    skills can do. When you're ready, Eddie, pull out and shoot on her face and
    tits."

    Pete sat on the sofa by the window and kept taking an

    occasional pic. Jane came over and kissed Pete s neck as she sat by him,
    enjoying the two lovers on their bed. They watched Becky give Eddie a blow job.
    Eddie was upright, kneeling, and Becky rested her weight on one extended arm
    while her other hand guided Eddie s cock and balls to her mouth. Eddie idly
    fondling her breasts as his body advanced to the impending eruption. Then Eddie
    groaned, pulled out and shot all over Becky as she reclined down to the bed
    with her mouth still open to catch some of his load, click click
    click. Eddie lay down beside her. She smiled while
    her adoring eyes looked deeply into his. and they
    kissed and held each other.

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

    away for a minute, Eddie." He did and Becky returned her intense gaze back
    to the camera. Pete took closeup shots of the spots
    all over Becky's face, shoulders and tits. click,
    click, click. And her contented, lascivious smile, happy with
    herself.

    Pete didn't have to prompt her for the next series.. Becky rolled over on to her stomach, her head down, her

    knees tucked, and her ass in the air. Pete took shots from several angles of
    her legs spread, click, click, click. Becky reached
    back and spread her cheeks and Pete was surprised to see an anal plug in place,
    click, click, click. And so was Eddie.

    Eddie got in position and massaged her ass cheeks and placed

    his penis into her cunt while he pulled out the plug and tossed it aside. Jane
    came over and poured a dollop of lubricating jelly in the crease. Eddie used
    his thumb to rub the little star with the jelly and Pete took the shots. click, click, click. The thumb slowly entered her anus and
    she gasped. After a minute her anus relaxed and Eddie pulled his cock away from
    her cunt. When Becky was relaxed, Eddie gently stroked her anus a bit as he
    worked his thumb outward. As his thumb exited he pushed his coated cock in and
    Becky squealed.

    One last series of clicks was taken and Pete moved a switch

    & carefully set his camera on the corner of the bureau.

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

    excited and as soon as they had closed the door her hugged Jane and kissed her.

    She giggled, "Oh god! I didn t want to leave that show,

    but I need to fuck you now! But they're in our
    bed."

    "Which leaves their bed empty. And

    we can watch the video later." He pulled her across the hall into the
    different bedroom. Jane was hornier than a teenage girl at a boy band concert.
    Within an hour Pete was out. The adrenalin-driven photo session was gone, and
    Jane took all the remaining energy.

    Later Pete woke to find the bed empty. He found Jane and

    Becky in the kitchen, talking & preparing dinner.

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

    Pete grabbed a beer and the steaks and went outside. Eddie

    was out on the dock, watching the sunset. He saw Pete and came back, grinning.
    "That's the first time we've ever done that."

    "What? Had your pictures taken? Or had someone

    watch?"

    "No, Well, yeah, that too. No, that's the first time

    I've ever done her in back."

    Pete shrugged, "I think she liked it, don t you?"

    "Oh, yeah. We did it again

    after you left."

    After dinner, they talked about taking the photos and how

    they might use them.

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

    Pete recovers a lot faster. It s sort of an intermission for me while Pete s
    cock takes a break"

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

    we?"

    Pete smiled, envying their youth.

    Surprise Guest

    Becky was again the first to announce she was ready to go to

    bed and led Eddie off to their room. Pete and Jane soon followed.

    As Jane lay between Pete s legs, stroking and kissing his

    cock, she asked, "Did you enjoy taking pictures of Becky?"

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

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

    & straddled him, guiding him into her wet cunt. She leaned forward, pushing
    a nipple into his mouth. " You like titties! Did
    you want to suck her titties?"

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

    She whispered in his ear; "And she tasted good when I

    shaved her. You're going to love it."

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

    the meaning of her last comment. Then she yelled excitedly, "YES,"
    though he didn't think she'd had an orgasm.

    And the door opened into the moonlit bedroom.

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

    kissed. Pete had no idea what was happening as Jane lifted off him, stood and
    led Becky onto the bed

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

    giggle.

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

    Jane turned, bent down and kissed Pete, "I love

    you," and he watched her tight rear as she left the room.

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

    his rigid cock in her hand. It looked big in the photos, but now it felt even
    larger in her hand. She inserted him between her legs. She eased down slowly.
    "Oh, wow. You're really big. I hope Eddie gets bigger as he gets older,
    too."

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

    riding him, her tits swaying above him. Pete was grinning like Christmas
    morning as he fondled the full tits that adorned Becky s buxom body. He
    squished and pinched them. He swung and plopped them. He lifted and moved them
    to various positions and amounts of cleavage. He pulled her down so that he
    could take a nipple in his mouth. He moved one hand on her ass, his fingers in
    her crack, massaging her hole then moved the fingers of his other hand, rubbed
    her clit.

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

    tonight. I think I'm going to....Oh, yes... I'm....Yes. That's the spot. Right there. Yes." She began shaking and he held on to
    her as she lay on top him. Her breathing slowed,
    returning to normal. And then she was asleep, snoring. He rolled her on to her
    side and snuggled against her.

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

    his cock. I ve got this new love for doggy style. Do you know of any hard cock
    I can make use of? When he was hard, she got on her knees.  Pete got
    behind her and easily entered her. She was making sounds of pleasure and then
    whispered, "Do me in the ass, please?"

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

    bedside table and prepared her. He was pleased to see she d recovered from
    Eddie taking her ass, twice (at least). Even so, she was still tight and
    knowing he was larger than Eddie, he went slow, stopping at intervals.

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

    slamming into her harder and deeper, with his finger reached around to rub her
    clit, until blast-off, he shot again and again, deep inside her. It was enough
    for her and she began shaking. He held on to her as he softened and slipped
    out. He lay down and she lay half on top of him, her
    leg across his thigh, her shaved mound pressing his hip. They slept, until he
    awoke her while licking her bald cunt. She erupted in a loud ecstasy. They made
    love twice more before morning.

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

    for coffee.

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

    the camera's chip and a memory stick. After about 5 minutes he said;
    "Okay, Eddie, Watch me." At the camera chip, he opened the files and
    transferred them to the memory stick. He checked to make sure they were on the
    memory stick and returned to the chip, and erased it. He ejected the memory
    stick and handed it to Eddie. "Now you have the only copy of the album.
    You may use it as you wish."

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

    bit.

    "It's great to watch after making love. Pete

    counseled. It'll help you recover & get back in the game"

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

    Visiting The Rock

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

    "Before we leave, I want to hike up the hill and take in the lake view one
    more time."

    Jane shook her head, "Go ahead. After last night, I'm

    sore." She winked to Eddie.

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

    "Yeah, you go, Becky  I'll

    stay here and make sure we packed everything," offered Eddie.

    As they started up the hill, Becky took Pete's hand.

    "This has been a great weekend. I've never enjoyed sex so much."

    "Enjoyed?"

    She laughed, "Never had so many orgasms. Probably as

    many as I've had in the last year."

    They reached the rock where they could look down at the

    house, the pier and the lake. The rock was a little high and he had to lift her
    up. Becky sat down on the rock and Pete stood next to it "Do you bring
    Jane up here?"

    "Sure."

    "Have you made love to her here?"

    He smiled, "Many times."

    "Is that why you have a tent in your shorts,

    remembering?" She reached over and rubbed his shorts.

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

    and imagining what it would be like here." He pulled her to the edge next
    to him and they kissed. He lifted her sweatshirt and tossed it on the rock
    behind them. She removed her bra and got up off the rock. She reached down and
    unfastened her shorts and pushed them down. She turned, spread the sweatshirt
    on the rock and bent forward, face down with her legs
    dangling over the side of the rock.

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

    spread her cheeks and ran his erection up and down her crease, rubbing her from
    clit to her ass hole.

    "Do it, damn it."

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

    the night before, she was loose. He grabbed her hips and easily pushed into
    her. He began slowly stroking in and out.

    She was crying and whispering encouragement until. "Oh.

    Oh. Faster. Faster." He quickened his strokes and
    she began slamming back against him She froze,
    "Yes. Yes. Yes." But Pete didn't stop. He kept pumping, rubbing his
    thumb across her other hole as she came down.

    "Yes, do it."

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

    from last night. After only a few strokes, she was shaking again. As she
    recovered from that, "Now do it, for real."

    "What?"

    "Fuck me back there."

    "You want me in your ass?"

    "Yes, damn it. Fuck my ass."

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

    "Yes. Yes."

    He pushed in.

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

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

    inside her. Her hands were holding her cheeks apart so he could go deeper. She
    clinched hard as her orgasm hit.  He plowed into her again and again but
    accidently slipped out. Her ass was too tight from the orgasm and he was so
    close to his own climax. He could contain himself no longer. He slipped deep
    into her cunt and began shooting deep inside her and it was enough to set her
    off again.

    He kept pumping, finally slipping out. He stepped back,

    pulled up his pants and then pulled her off the rock and into his arms. They
    kissed as his hand toyed with her nipples. He whispered, "I'm glad you
    came."

    She kissed him and smiled. "Many

    times." She put on her shorts and put on her bra and sweatshirt.
    They embraced and kissed. Becky pulled away, "Oh, look. Eddie and Jane are
    on the patio."

    They watched as Eddie and Jane kissed, then Jane dropped to

    her knees and took out Eddie's penis and began sucking.

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

    them?"

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

    for our benefit. They want us to know that we should make the most of this last
    moment."

    They watched Jane stand, push down her shorts and bend over

    a patio chair as Eddie entered her from behind.

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

    below made love. Pete ran his hand under Becky's sweatshirt and caressed her
    breasts. Becky had never seen her man with another woman. The reality of this
    swap meet was now visually confirmed. She asked; "Doesn't it bother you to
    see my Eddie doing your Jane?"

    Pete took a breath, "Yes, but I accept it if it's the

    price for getting to make love to you." She turned and they kissed.

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

    "From here, we can't tell, but it doesn't make any difference, Eddie asked. They're

    both enjoying it." Are you okay with our new situations?

    I trust you and Jane. Otherwise,

    no, I d never be doing any of this Becky said. And Eddie & I would not
    have benefitted from all you and Jane have openly shared with us, making my
    relationship with Eddie so much deeper. Does that make sense?

    Eddie is your man, Becky. He s a good man. Jane is a good

    woman. You can trust us, Pete pledged.

    Eddie appeared to be going faster, then

    went rigid. After a minute, he fell back and sat in another lounge chair. Jane
    came over and sat in his lap and they kissed.

    The show seemed to be over so Becky and Pete made their way

    down the hill. On the way, Pete handed Becky a memory stick.

    Her brow wrinkled, "What's this?"

    "A copy of your album."

    "I thought you gave it to Eddie?"

    "Eddie has a copy that the two of you can share. He

    doesn't know about this one. This is your copy. You can watch it when Eddie's
    away. Or show to a girl friend. Or even a boy friend."

    She gave him a quick kiss and they walked on. "Are

    there any other copies?"

    "Yes, Jane wanted one, but I assure you, it'

    29 min
  • Conception Rock: Part 1
    Conception Rock:
    Part 1
    Two Couples Enjoy
    Labor Day.

    By AlexanderT listen to the

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    Becky sighed, "Jane, that was

    great. Just the thing after a long trip."

    Eddie agreed, "Oh, yeah. A cold beer and a good

    sandwich is what we needed."

    "Can I get you another?" asked Pete.

    Eddie chugged the last of his first beer, "Yes, sir.

    Don't mind if I do."

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

    Eddie were nodding off. When Eddie finished his beer,
    Jane showed them to their room.

    As Jane and Pete climbed into bed, she snuggled against him.

    "You think they're making love?"

    "I doubt it. They were awfully tired."

    "Maybe Becky was faking so she could get him into

    bed."

    "Could be. I remember being in

    a strange bed always turned you on. Like you were making love to a stranger."

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

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

    of years before Jane and Pete retired. It was great having newlyweds next door,
    watching their loving commitment to each other. Becky was far from home, having
    moved to be with Eddie in his new job and appreciated having Jane as a friend.

    Pete enjoyed watching the two of them together, Jane with

    the longer, trimmer body and Becky with her buxom figure & padding. Becky's
    blond hair was usually in a ponytail, the look of youth. Jane preferred her
    dark hair short, almost manly.

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

    Eddie was in good shape, usually beat Pete in
    racquetball at the Y. And Eddie had a youthful head of straw like blond hair
    that Pete, with his gray sideburns envied.

    When Pete and Jane retired early because of a corporate

    merger and special pension offer, they moved to the lake. Pete couldn't tell
    who was more upset by the separation, Jane or Becky. This labor
    day was their first weekend together since the move.

    Saturday Adventures

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

    do some shopping. Pete took Eddie out on the dock and they fished. And drank beer. Fortunately, no fish interrupted them.

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

    the coals were just right, he put on some foil wrapped vegetables. A few
    minutes later, he added two steaks, and a few minutes after that, two more.
    Jane came out with plates and Becky followed with a bowl of salad. Pete cleared
    the grill and a late lunch was served.

    "Now that was wonderful," trilled Becky.

    "I've never had a steak that tasted so good."

    Pete pounded his chest, "Me

    man. Me make fire. Cook meat good."

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

    enough." Pete had cooked his and Eddie's medium rare, but had left
    the other two fillets on a bit longer for the ladies.

    They sat for a while, basking in full bellies, the guys with

    a beer buzz, the ladies sipping wine.

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

    head, pushing out her ample breasts. They were all watching and Pete felt a
    stirring in his groin and wondered if it affected Eddie. Looking at the smile
    on Jane's face, he wondered if it affected her.

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

    fanny. Her blond hair fell to just below her shoulders and Pete couldn't help
    but wonder what it would look like spread on a pillow. She was shorter than
    Jane, a little over five foot, but when she smiled, she was six foot tall.

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

    had nice tits, a tight ass and a wicked smile that went all the way to her
    brown eyes.

    Jane asked, "Nap time?"

    Becky shook her head, "No, I'm going for a walk. See if

    I can work off some of that delicious meal."

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

    Eddie?"

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

    up here."

    "And I'll help," said Eddie.

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

    her to bed and make love to her or was it just Pete's dirty mind? He was
    leaving Jane, his beautiful wife with Eddie and Eddie was good looking. All of six foot with wavy brown hair and a solid body. Pete
    wasn't surprised that he snagged Betty. Pete often wondered how he was able to
    get Jane's attention. His hair was short from the ROTC days and he was a skinny
    running back. Maybe she was pleased with the way he made love to her,
    worshiping her body. He hoped it was enough.

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

    your forest."

    "Not all of it. But, yeah, a lot of

    it." He led her to a path that went up above the house.

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

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

    mountain when we retired: Jane wanted to live at the beach. We found this place
    on the lake "

    "Hey, it's in the mountains."

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

    "Does Jane like it?"

    "Sorta. She sits out on the

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

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

    He lifted her up on to the rock and they sat and Becky looked down. "Wow,
    this is beautiful. There's the house, the dock, the lake."

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

    but Jane wanted to be close to the water. Maybe I'll build me a shelter up here
    so I can get away, like Jane does."

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

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

    upstairs."

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

    "No. Was there something to see?"

    She grinned, "There might have been."

    Pete thought about the effect of strange beds.

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

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

    take a nap. When that happens in the afternoon, it usually means she's
    horny."

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

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

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

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

    to complain. When I was on the road, I wasn't always faithful and I was never
    sure she didn't have lovers from time to time. We've been to parties where
    she's disappeared for a short while, but she always leaves with me. I've never
    caught her, but I've had my suspicions."

    Now Becky seemed worried, "You don't think she'll

    seduce Eddie, do you?"

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

    album."

    "What album?"

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

    pictures of Jane but nothing risqu . I didn't want to have some developer
    ogling her. When I got my first digital, I took more pictures. It started with
    her posing, but progressed to bikini's, then topless, then bare.
    We took some of her kissing my penis, even some of me between her legs."

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

    "Not really. All you ever see of me is my penis."

    He laughed, "But then, that may be my best part. Anyway, it could be
    anybody with a penis."

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

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

    them."

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

    they'll probably be in our bedroom. They'll hear us and Eddie will go back to
    your room and pretend to be napping. Jane will be in the shower."

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

    in, grab Eddie and give him a blow job. You'll be able to taste Jane in they
    were screwing.

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

    slipped into their room and Pete went to Jane's. She was lying in bed, reading.
    Fresh from the shower.

    He sat on the side of the bed and kissed her. "I

    thought you were sleepy?"

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

    shower, lay down and couldn't go to sleep." She rolled over and snuggled
    close to him. "And now I don't have to."

    That evening they had burgers and beer on the dock,

    listening to quiet sounds of nature and watched the world go dark.

    When they adjourned to the house, Becky came over to Pete

    and whispered. "He tasted different."

    "Oh, did he taste good?"

    She smiled, "Yes."

    "You should taste the real thing. Jane is

    delicious."

    She pushed him away.

    Show & Tell

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

    fireplace and they sat around drinking beer and wine, talking, saying nothing.

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

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

    "Yeah. I thought maybe she

    could get Eddie to take some photos of her."

    Eddie, not knowing what they were talking about, asked,

    "What photos?"

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

    Becky smiled, "Nudes."

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

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

    swap."

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

    camera here?"

    "I've got a couple."

    "Why don't you show us your photos and then we can take

    some of me?"

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

    to you."

    She was non committal, "Yeah,

    whatever you want to do."

    Pete retrieved a memory stick from his office and plugged it

    in to the TV. As it came up, Pete looked at Jane. "You've seen all these.
    Anytime you want to stop, just tell me."

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

    camera didn't work very well when you're having sex. He had some videos, but
    didn't want to show them.

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

    her hair up and away from her neck. She was half turned to the camera so that
    her breasts were in profile. It was long sleeved and covered her shoulders. But
    the front plunged almost to her waist, an excellent view of her cleavage. The
    skirt went to the floor but was slit up to her waist.

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

    "Damn that looks good. But you couldn't wear any undies. I bet the guys
    were all over you."

    Pete said, "Oh yeah. Everyone wanted to dance with her.

    Even some of the women."

    Jane smiled, "It was fun."

    "But Harry was especially attentive. Even his wife

    noticed. Said a VP shouldn't act like that. She and I went looking for you and
    couldn't find you."

    Jane shrugged, "Probably in one of the dining

    rooms."

    Or one of the unused meeting rooms, thought Pete.

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

    them.

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

    shorts, her hair wind blown. She was side on to the
    camera and her hand was on her stomach, pulling the tee shirt snug, her nipples popping out.

    Becky whistled, "You do make a tee shirt look good. And

    where did you find such short shorts? I can see your cheeks."

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

    barely there bikini. Becky didn't say a word. There was nothing to say. Jane's
    cheeks were completely on display as were almost all of her breasts.

    Pete sighed, "And that's enough."

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

    rest of them."

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

    topless. Her tits were medium sized with dark brown circles and nipples. In the
    photos, her hands caressed them, lifted them, tweaked
    them. The next group, her hair was loose and her bottom was gone. When the
    photo was taken, she had a Brazilian trim that called attention to her cleft.
    She turned left and right, posing.

    Pete looked at Eddie, wondering if he was imagining what she

    might taste like, feel like. Or perhaps, remembering.

    Pete drew a breath, "Enough."

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

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

    appeared even more pale against the gray sheets. She
    was on her side, propped on one arm, smiling at the camera, her top leg folded
    so that her knee touched the sheet, covering her sex, and making her hips
    appear even wider. A woman waiting to be made love to.
    Next, she was on her back, her legs spread, her hands
    cupping her breasts. Then one hand between her legs.

    Then Jane was kneeling, looking up at the camera, her arms

    out stretched in invitation.

    "I can stop there," said Pete.

    Jane was emphatic. "No."

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

    at the owner, which everyone assumed was Pete. Then it was in her mouth, one
    hand on his balls. The series finished with globs of white on her face, her
    tits, her lips.

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

    time the penis was between her legs, between her lips, the tip teasing. And
    then it disappeared inside her. Pete heard Becky gasp.

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

    pillow, the penis approaching her. Then entering. And
    Jane parted her cheeks, showing her anus before a thumb began rubbing. Then pushed in.

    Becky gave a little squeak. Then the penis was at the

    opening vacated by the thumb. And pushed in. Becky cried,"No."

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

    well fucked.

    Pete turned off the TV. "I'm going to have another beer.

    How about it, Eddie?"

    But Becky interrupted, "No, we don't need any more.

    I've got to get to bed. I need my beauty sleep if you're going to take my
    pictures tomorrow. Come on, Eddie."

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

    Pete grinned as they left. He looked over at Jane, "She

    must have been really sleepy?"

    "You know better. She liked the photos. She couldn't

    wait to get him in bed."

    "I have to agree. Come here." He pulled her into

    his lap and they kissed. "I don't blame her. You have one sexy, beautiful
    body."

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

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

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

    mine."

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

    love to them?"

    She stood and pulled him to his feet. She grinned,

    "She's right, we need to go to bed."

    Naked, they slipped into bed together. Jane snuggled close

    to Pete and asked, "Are you okay?"

    "Me, sure. Are

    you okay. The pictures were of you."

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

    married but you and the doctor, and she doesn't count." She was quiet for
    a minute, "Have you shown the photos to anyone else?"

    "No, they're your photos. I would never do that without

    asking your permission. Have you shown them to anybody?"

    "No, of course not." 

    Then she giggled, "Eddie liked them."

    "So did Becky." Pete observed

    "Really?" Jane was

    shocked, then curious.

    "Why do you think she was so ready to go to bed. Pete teased. I think if you had asked her to go to

    bed with you, she would have gone."

    "Maybe. But I think what

    turned her on most, were the pictures of you."

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

    She reached down and caressed him. "Part of you was.

    And it was the really good part."

    He was already semi hard from the conversation, but her

    stroking soon had him solid. He rolled over on top her, spread her legs and
    easily entered her.

    She looked up and smiled, "And tomorrow you get to take

    pictures of Becky. Maybe she'll get naked for you."

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

    "Hmm." Was all she could

    say, as her body peaked in orgasm.

    Sunday Photography

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

    were having coffee when Becky and Eddie came in, Eddie in a tee shirt and
    jeans, Becky in one of Jane's short satin robes. The two younger lovers
    appeared a bit worn. Jane poured coffee and began making pancakes.

    They talked about the photoshoot. Becky wanted to do the tee

    shirt and shorts, and the bikini, but wasn't sure about topless.

    They finished breakfast and Jane

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  • Summer of ’65: Part 2
    Summer
    of ’65: Part 2
    A
    more enjoyable way to study sex ed.

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    The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days

    just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally
    visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer
    than the lough.

    On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her

    family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only
    seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the
    sheltered area round the pool was baking.

    We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before

    returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her
    top when lying on her stomach.

    "There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if

    you fancy one?" She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and
    wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style
    fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before
    making my way back to the loungers.

    Jenna was naked!

    She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark

    naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip.

    "I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you

    haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum," she said with her
    mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did
    so, one pert tit, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its
    hiding place.

    "Oops!" She said, tucking the offending mammary

    back under her. "You didn't see that did you." It was more of a
    statement than a question.

    I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I

    admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion
    taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech.

    "Never mind it was only my tit."

    Only! Only a tit! There was no only about it. I had fantasized

    about Jess' tits ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and,
    to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It
    didn't take much to provoke an erection back then.

    "Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!"

    "I'm OK thanks."

    "Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out

    for some fresh air occasionally!" And burst out laughing.

    I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully,

    slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked
    outdoors again, the only problem being my erection.

    "Too hot for me! Swim time," said the voice to my

    left. "And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it
    wet." She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I
    watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the
    water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove
    into the pool.

    Surfacing at the far end she called.

    "You just have to try this.

    "It's the most invigorating experience ever!

    "If you're cowardly custard, I'll turn my back while

    you dive in.

    "There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The

    water is too rough.

    "Come on in then Mr. prude in the nude!"

    "Turn around then," said my voice before I had

    time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within
    seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive.

    I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my

    intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight.
    Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman
    and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get
    out.

    "Race you!"

    We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer.

    Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible.
    Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in
    the waist deep water.

    "Oops," she said lowering her pert little tits

    back into the water. "Forgot!"

    I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor

    will I ever! Both beautifully formed tits, displayed themselves to me, with
    their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool
    water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over.

    It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism

    of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of
    France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no
    porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination.

    Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending

    not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly
    from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two
    deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision
    will stay with me forever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles,
    looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their
    dripping.

    "Come on then!"

    "I think I'll stay in for a while."

    "Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come

    on. Don't be such a prude!"

    "I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful

    girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over."

    "You're not going to ravish me, are you?"

    "Of course not."

    "Well that's a relief." There was a hint of

    un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. "I'll not look while you get
    to your towel."

    She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel

    and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile
    Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well.

    We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for

    the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that
    afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me,
    Jenna turned and said.

    "If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might

    kiss me."

    I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but

    because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly
    perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with
    a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality
    and my cock was still in awe.

    I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur,

    attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her
    tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more
    and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to
    explore each other as her towel fell away.

    I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel

    also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my
    part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from
    there down onto her tit. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame
    and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks.

    I've got one hand on my first ever female tit, the other on

    a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss
    continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will
    reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the
    disappointment.

    This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales

    of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had
    only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I
    ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften.

    While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her

    hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve
    of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs.

    "Rub me gently." She broke from the kiss for just

    long enough to say and then our mouths joined again.

    My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the

    slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so
    delightfully slippery and exciting.

    "Slowly and softly." Said the voice in my ear as

    she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I
    sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her
    nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed.

    "Even slower.

    "Even gentler.

    "Yes.

    "Just like that."

    Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees.

    Seconds later a female voice shouted, "Hello in

    there."

    "Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round

    for a swim on hot days. Quick."

    We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the

    mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we
    could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly.

    To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded

    and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly!

    "Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet!

    You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be
    bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be
    aunty Paula yet." She turned and marched off.

    Paula's words hit home hard.

    "I don't want to be aunty Paula."

    I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that

    Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In
    that era it would have been a 'had to get married' situation and my education
    was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both
    of us, such were the attitudes of the day.

    What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been

    willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had
    definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We
    had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had
    her way. Erections don't think!

    Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for

    the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she
    sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days,
    unless of course, you had to.

    What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get

    into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or
    even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit
    the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it,
    but what if?

    I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they

    were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was
    within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as
    well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of
    three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of
    embarrassment.

    I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist

    shop.

    "You know so and so's lad?"

    "Yea, him."

    "Well he came in today and bought some, ahem,

    Durex."

    "No! I wonder where he plans to use them."

    "Well there's not much option down his way."

    "You mean 'her'?"

    "Well, who else?"

    "She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well

    brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged."

    The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more

    embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase
    elsewhere.

    As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a

    big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I
    expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage
    boys do not go hand in hand.

    We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a

    couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and
    walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the
    'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said.

    "Can I help you?"

    Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies.

    She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty.
    I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and
    therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The
    embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I
    noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Feather
    light and several others.

    OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't

    recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was
    always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have
    to ask.

    I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady

    serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so
    what's the problem? I approached the till.

    "Yes, can I help?"

    Argh! The agony of it!

    "A packet of feather-light please!"

    She turned round to 'that' shelf and said.

    "Three or twelve?"

    Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before.

    Twelve, you must be joking.

    "Mmm three please."

    She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a

    little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she
    see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am
    planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first?

    Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty

    sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do
    I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am
    assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again.
    Why is life so complicated?

    The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by

    Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round
    about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's
    afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins.

    We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and

    ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its
    toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much.

    "When do you head off for uni?" Was the reality

    check she came up with.

    "September." I replied as I glanced across at her.

    Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned
    towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our
    lips met.

    It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages,

    tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander,
    exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth
    curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm
    tit. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious
    erection.

    My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran

    my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticized leg of her knickers. She
    unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a
    sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then
    suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence.

    "Paula's right you know.

    "We must be careful.

    "I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my

    first.

    "But we can't unless..."

    "Unless I get 'something'?" I filled in the blank

    space.

    "Yes, until then."

    I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something'

    already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were
    aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce.

    "I will." I whispered, relieved that the problem

    of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only
    one cure.

    We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her

    how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock,
    pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and
    sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated.

    "Next time." She said. "I want to feel that

    inside. To know what it feels like."

    "Next time." I repeated.

    We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her

    skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and
    so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear.

    I went home and put the pack of Feather light back in its

    hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read
    and re read the instructions.

    Tear open the foil packet.

    Check the condom has the ridge on the outside.

    Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen.

    Roll it on to the penis.

    After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the

    penis.

    Discard the used condom.

    When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my

    pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft tit and wet panties had me hard in no
    time. I pinched the end and rolled it on.

    So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing

    about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now
    saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure.

    I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and

    flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was
    still there! Several more attempts produced the same result.

    I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped

    it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve
    was getting very steep.

    Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to

    be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it
    properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies
    with me whenever we were together, just in case.

    We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of

    discovery,

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    Summer
    of ’65: Part 1
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    boarding school boy shares a lake, and more.

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    The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire,

    with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for
    contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course,
    Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the
    early nineteen sixties.

    So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency

    had ensured we knew about tits, that they came in different shapes and sizes
    and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist
    camp.

    How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate

    completely eluded us but that didn't matter. We had pictures of breasts, or
    tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.

    It was the lower half of the pictures that failed us, the

    men always had their backs to the camera and the girls just had a uniform,
    airbrushed area between their legs. Not a pubic hair in sight, and certainly no
    hint of a vagina. Did girls grow pubic hair? We didn't know for sure, and what
    went on between their legs was a complete mystery.

    Actually, in the mid-sixties, that was pretty irrelevant as

    our interest was focused on tits. We all longed to touch one, to feel it's
    texture and marvel at it, was it soft and squishy, or was it firm and hard? The
    thought of actual sex was still considered as something girls would allow only
    once they were married, as an unwanted pregnancy was going to ruin both your
    lives. It certainly never occurred to us that girls might enjoy it.

    By now you must be getting a picture of the public face of

    sex in the early sixties. Among teenage boys there was no knowledge, no porn
    worthy the name, not even soft core magazines, and definitely no internet. We
    hoped for a fumble at a party, and the absolute height of our ambition was to
    be allowed to feel inside her panties, but that was less likely than a moon
    landing then. Actually just to touch the thigh above the silken top of her
    stockings was the stuff of many a masturbation fantasy and masturbation was
    something we were quite expert at.

    Term had just ended and I was looking forward to the long

    summer holiday in my new home. While I was at school my parents had moved to a
    remote corner of the countryside, six miles from the nearest village and with
    very few other houses around. It was not only remote, it was actually an
    island.

    It all sounds very Robinson Crusoe but it wasn't really like

    that. Several other families lived on the island which was joined to the
    mainland by a causeway. There was plenty to explore and do, including an old
    monastery, rabbits to shoot at, if not actually hit, boats to mess about in and
    so on. So life for a teenage boy was pretty good and it was about to get a
    whole lot better.

    Walking over the hills one sunny afternoon I was hailed by a

    female voice.

    "Shot anything then?"

    "No," I replied. "I'm much better at hitting

    bottles than rabbits." And that is how I first met Jenna. Jenna was short
    and petite with a beguiling smile that produced dimples in both cheeks. Her
    very dark hair framed her boyish face and her eyes sparkled.

    I, of course, was just about completely tongue tied. This

    apparition was a girl! A girl who was chatting to me as if we came from the
    same planet, which in those days, we most certainly did not. Anyway, somehow I
    got over the shock of talking to a real girl. We introduced ourselves and over
    the next few weeks actually became friends.

    We walked over the hills together, boated together and spent

    a lot of time in each other's company. We were the only two youngsters, of our
    age group, for miles around.

    Late in July, Jenna suggested we take the boat to one of the

    many other islands for a picnic. Most of these islands could be walked around
    in an hour, had ruins of long forgotten farms and were simply fun to explore. A
    little more Robinson Crusoe, if you like.

    It was a stunning day with clear blue skies and the promise

    of being a real scorcher. I naturally, took a big towel and my swimming trunks
    along with our fairly rudimentary picnic.

    We got into our craft, which was little more than a fiberglass

    rowing boat with a tiny outboard engine, and put putted for about fifteen
    minutes to the largest of the nearby islands. I, of course, as the boy, sat at
    the back in control while Jenna lolled about in the bow trailing her hand in
    the water.

    I tried not to look. I tried so hard not to look, but there

    was an awful lot of leg on display right up to the frayed edges of her skimpy
    shorts, and my mind set about wondering what went on just out of my sight. What
    was it that was only just hidden by those shorts?

    I realized my thoughts were running away with me as I felt

    the stirring of an erection. Oh no! Fuck it, please no. Not now. Not here. So I
    looked around at the scenery, the water, actually anything that would take my
    mind of those silken thighs.

    It worked: just, and by the time we reached our

    destination my penis was behaving itself. This could have been such a
    disaster as Jenna was my only friend and she was really good company. She was
    also very self-assured, which I put down to her being a couple of years older
    than me.

    We 'explored' the island, wandering through the deserted

    ruins, wondering who lived here, when and what they did for a living. The
    island was so small it can hardly have provided an income. We ate our
    rudimentary picnic in the sun, sheltered from the breeze coming up the lough,
    by the corner of a ruined barn and chatted idly about nothing in particular.

    It was a hot sultry afternoon and I don't remember who made

    the suggestion, but it was agreed that a swim would be a really good idea, to
    cool off. The lough was hardly known for its warm waters as most of it was
    replaced each high tide by water straight out of the ocean, but it would
    certainly cool us.

    So we went for a swim, after modestly changing into our

    swimming kit with the aid of large towels and convenient walls. The water was
    cold: bloody cold, hardly surprising in mid-July, but what had seemed like a
    great idea quickly turned into something of a torture session.

    We swam around for a while and, as expected, the water was

    freezing.

    "Bit refreshing!" Said Jenna, as she made a few

    powerful strokes away from the rocky shore, "in fact a little too
    refreshing for me." And she struck out for the shallows again. I, not
    being conscious of any etiquette, got to the shore first.

    She struggled a bit over the larges pebbles and, as she

    passed me, I couldn't help noticing how much her nipples were sticking out. I'd
    never heard of this phenomenon before and certainly never witnessed it. I was
    fascinated: too fascinated.

    "Hey! Stop staring at my tits will you."

    "I wasn't." I lied, somewhat unconvincingly.

    "You were too! I saw you. Eyes out on stalks!"

    "No really." I blustered trying vainly to cover my

    embarrassment.

    I had grown very fond of Jenna, in a brotherly way. OK I

    admit it: I fancied her but I wasn't about to ruin our friendship by being
    stupid.

    I loved spending time with her: she was so worldly, such fun

    to be with and now I was in danger of spoiling it all just by ogling her tits.
    Her rather delightful, and obviously delicious looking, tempting to touch,
    young tits.

    "Actually, I was. I'm sorry. You just took me by

    surprise. I'm really sorry. I'm such a woolly."

    "Don't worry. It's no big deal. It's not as if I was

    naked or you were peeking at me getting changed or anything."

    That, of course, sent the image of her standing there

    dripping wet totally naked, dancing through my brain. What were those lovely
    little tits like to ogle or even to touch? What went on between her legs? What
    did a vagina look like in real life?

    My day dream would have had a disastrous effect on my cock

    had the water not been so cold. I climbed out and we dried ourselves off. We
    spread our towels out, side by side, on the long grass in order to warm up with
    a bit of sunbathing.

    "Anyway, it's natural to be curious," she

    continued, "it wouldn't be normal not to look." The relief at being
    let off the hook was enormous and I stammered something inane before she came
    out with.

    "So what do you call a man looking at a naked

    girl?" She continued. The brazenness of the question took me by surprise
    and I failed to register that it was a joke.

    "Don't know."

    "Anything you like! He's not listening." She

    chortled at her own wit and I joined in. She lay face down on her towel and
    unhooked the top of her bikini. This was too much, I immediately rolled on to my
    stomach so as not to reveal my growing excitement. "No peeking at my tits
    now."

    "No of course not."

    "Lying bastard!"

    "Jenna?"

    "Yea?"

    "How come you're so confident and relaxed?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well you just caught me ogling you and now you're

    making it a bit of a joke."

    "Probably because you are a bit prudish."

    "Prudish! Me?"

    "Yes you. You were ogling my tits and then tried to

    deny it. I've got tits, you haven't, you're curious. So what's so wrong with
    that. Don't think I haven't taken a peek at the front of your swimming trunks
    from time to time. Anyway I know things about boys from Paula."

    "Paula?"

    "Paula is my big sister. She's six years older than me

    and we chat. You know girl stuff."

    "Mmmm?"

    "Paula got married a year ago and we still chat about

    girl stuff."

    "Hmm?."

    "I'll tell you more, if you tell me stuff about

    you."

    "What sort of stuff?"

    "Well I'll tell you about my chats with Paula if you

    promise to keep it a secret for the rest of your life and if you tell me,
    absolutely honestly, the answer to the next questions. OK?"

    "Sure." I said feeling a little vulnerable but a too

    curious to turn down such an offer.

    "Paula told me that the doctor gave her the pill just

    before she got married and that when they went on honeymoon they did it all the
    time. First thing in the morning, last thing at night and several times in
    between. She said the feelings were fantastic and much better than just
    touching yourself."

    I am lying on my stomach, next to a pretty girl who is, at

    best, half naked describing her sister's sex life. The tension was nearly
    unbearable.

    "So my question is. When you are, you know, excited and

    touching yourself. I mean rubbing your thingy, what do you think about?"
    Shocked! And trapped! She had just asked me about my fantasies, and I had
    agreed to play a truth game.

    "Do I have to answer?" I said, playing for time.

    "Of course you do. You promised. That was the

    bargain." I summoned up my courage with all my strength.

    "Mostly tits." I said with a dry mouth.

    "You naughty boy. I bet you are going to rub yourself

    tonight and I bet my tits will feature in your fantasy."

    "Sorry, but you did ask." Ducking what could be a

    very awkward moment.

    "Paula says she rubs Dave when she's on the curse. He

    plays with her tits while she rubs his cock and, er; by the way what do you
    call it? Your cock, your dick or what?"

    "Harry." I said the first word that entered my

    head. She burst out laughing.

    "Harry! You call it Harry!" More peals of

    laughter.

    "No not really, that was just a joke. I suppose cock or

    prick usually."

    "Well from now on its Harry to me." And she

    dissolved into laughter again.

    "Just think of the fun I can have with that. I can say

    'How is Harry today?' Anytime, anywhere and only the two of us will know that
    I'm talking about your cock. That's priceless!"

    "It was supposed to be a joke. You were telling me

    about Paula."

    "Yea, well she rubs his 'Harry'." More laughter,

    "till he; you know, Jizzes then touches herself until she's satisfied. So
    next question. How often do you play with Harry?"

    "What?"

    "You heard. How often do you play with Harry! You have

    had two bits of information so I get two questions. Out with it: how
    often?"

    "Quite a lot."

    "Quite a lot is not a number. You promised me an

    answer. Now give."

    "Well, probably most days."

    "Oh good, I'm normal then."

    "What!"

    "Me too. So it's normal. I thought I might be over

    doing it, but it's such a delicious feeling I just can't resist."

    This was getting out of control. I was having a

    conversation, with a lovely girl, both half naked, and we were discussing our
    masturbation habits: bizarre.

    "Have you ever sunbathed in the nude?" I was

    definitely not ready for this question.

    "No, I haven't."

    "Well you really out to. It's such a wonderful feeling

    having the sun on your bare skin, particularly your bum. I do it all the time
    by our pool.

    "We could do it now, staying on our stomachs of course.

    I mean you have a bum and I have a bum. Bums are just bums after all, not
    particularly interesting."

    "I'm not sure that's a good idea." I croaked,

    lying on my now full blown erection thinking that Jenna's bum would be far from
    'not very interesting.'

    "Cowardly, coward custard. I tell you what, I'll take

    my bottoms off first if you promise me, on your honor, you will do it
    too." And she slipped her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and eased them
    over her buttocks, such taught, firm, exercised, firm buttocks, and somehow got
    them off without revealing anything more intimate. "Your turn!"

    "Hang on. I never agreed to this."

    "Well you didn't disagree: so you agreed. Now off with

    them or I'll tell Paula what a spoil sport you are."

    This was my first introduction to the somewhat woolly area

    of female logic. I knew I had agreed to no such thing, but she was lying there
    naked, admittedly face down, but naked, and I found the idea very stimulating,
    and so did my errant cock, who found the whole experience extremely erotic.

    I followed her example and slipped my trunks down to my

    knees, having struggled to get the waist band over the rather obvious
    protrusion. I shifted sideways, back towards her, to complete the task and
    dropped onto my stomach as quickly as possible: stark naked and with the
    firmest, most rigid erection of my young life.

    "Good, isn't it?" She said and I had to admit that

    the warmth of the sun on my bum was a truly delicious feeling: so wickedly
    naughty.

    "You know what happens next, don't you?"

    By this time I was getting truly concerned as to what might

    happen next. A few years later and with more experience, I would have been
    delighted with this situation, but this was my first encounter with a naked
    girl and I have to admit I was petrified, but in a most enjoyable way. Without
    waiting for an answer she continued. "We go skinny dipping!"

    My jaw must have fallen a foot because she burst out

    laughing. "Oh your face! What a picture! Only joking, but the look on your
    face was priceless. I told you, you were a prude."

    Before I could muster my thoughts I fell straight into the

    trap. The words "I am not a prude." Escaped my lips just as I realized
    what I had said.

    "Prove it!"

    "How?"

    "Show me Harry," she chortled.

    "I will not!"

    "Prude!"

    "Well you're a prude too, lying there face down."

    I retorted.

    "Not at all. I'll roll over if you roll over!" And

    I'd just fallen into another trap but it was my turn to seize the advantage.

    "You first!" I thought I'd gained the upper hand,

    but it was short lived.

    "No both together. On the count of three we both roll

    right over, as quickly as we can, back onto our tums. There will hardly be time
    to see anything: OK?"

    "Er......"

    "Prude!"

    "No. No. OK."

    "One, two."

    "No, stop. Stop. I'm not ready. Give me a second or

    two. Er......OK"

    "One, two, THREE!"

    The next few seconds seemed to last a lifetime and are

    emblazoned on my memory forever. The swiftest of rolls presented me with a view
    of my first real pair of tits. Oh such beautiful, magnificent tits. Small,
    pert, little tits, that were to become my favorite shape and size forever. Such
    is the power of that first encounter.

    A much more impressive surprise however, was the mass of

    pubic hair, dark brown, curly hair in a perfect triangle, that concealed the
    secrets at the join in her thighs. How I managed to register this much
    information in the time available is a credit to the power of human
    observation, but register it did.

    I was so intrigued by the whole spectacle that I temporarily

    forgot about my own nakedness. My teenage penis sprang free from the safety of
    its lair between my stomach and the ground and with all the enthusiasm that
    only a teenage penis can muster, pointed proudly skywards to the full scrutiny
    of Jenna's curious gaze.

    The exposure, mercifully, was short lived as I completed the

    roll over on to my stomach, trapping my errant member once again between the
    ground and my stomach.

    Jenna was the first to react with a characteristic chortle,

    but my teenage brain was still trying to compute what it had seen. The flashes
    of tit and pubic hair caused all my reproductive urges to go into overdrive and
    without so much as a touch a familiar feeling mounted in my groin.

    I knew what was about to happen and had no way of

    controlling it. The feeling intensified rapidly and I ejaculated violently into
    my towel. I still remember the intensity. I had had orgasms before, but only
    through masturbating. This was on a whole new level: the sensation was
    indescribable and within seconds my cock, having done the job nature intended
    it to do, shrank back to its flaccid state.

    You may recall that Jenna and I had taken a small boat to a

    nearby island for a picnic. Jenna is older than I, and much more worldly w

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  • Higher Learning and Loving: Part 3
    Higher Learning
    and Loving: Part 3.
    Permission to be a slut.
    Based on a post by Masterful
    Husband. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.


    I never really thought I'd flirt with my girlfriend. I figured

    that was for trying to get a girlfriend.

    "So where are you taking me to dinner?"

    "Do you like Chile's?" I asked.

    "Never been there. What is it?"

    "It's just a chain restaurant. My family eats there a lot in

    Charleston," I told her.

    "Ooh.. a chain restaurant; fancy," she said playfully.

    We walked to her car and I laughed again at the rope for a door
    handle. I wasn't going to marry this girl for her money, that was for
    sure. I paused for a second at the thought. I just randomly thought
    about marrying a girl that I'd been dating for a month. I wasn't one
    of those guys who's afraid of commitment, but I was also trying
    really hard not to be the hyper-clingy boyfriend. Ashley and I were
    enjoying ourselves and enjoying learning about each other. I should
    probably keep the marriage talk in check; at least for a bit.

    "Well, I figured since you're driving I should really pull

    out all the stops," I quipped as we climbed into the car.

    I climbed into my seat only to find Ashley's mouth waiting there

    to kiss me. As we broke our kiss, she whispered, "Is there
    anyone around?" Perplexed, I looked around. We were at the very
    back of the parking lot sandwiched between an old tree and the one
    car in the lot that I would buy with someone else's money.

    "No; Why?"

    She started unbuttoning her vest and pulled it off, then whipped

    her t-shirt off and quickly pulled her vest back on. Seeing my
    confused, but surely grinning, countenance she clarified, "You
    didn't want me to wear a t-shirt right?" I nodded. "Just
    the vest, the skirt and the shoes. Right?" I nodded again. "Well
    then I've done as requested, right?" I stared at her, slightly
    dumbfounded, before leaning in to kiss her. "I'm also super wet
    right now. I'm going to be dripping down my legs all night, I fear,"
    she teased with a smile as she started the car. My own arousal was
    painful and I tried to adjust myself surreptitiously. Ashley saw out
    of the corner of her eye and smiled.

    We'd only taken her car a couple places so far, mostly just

    grocery store runs for little things. We'd already made a bit of a
    game of it. Basically trying to make out as much as possible at every
    red light. Tonight was no exception. As we drove the five or six
    miles to the restaurant, we leaned over at every light to kiss. At
    one light that I knew was going to be red awhile, I even reached over
    and slipped my hand up her skirt. She wasn't kidding about being wet.
    When I pulled my hand back, my fingers and palm were both quite
    moist.

    We arrived at Chile's 10 minutes later, both frustrated and happy.

    Dinner was interesting. My Dad, a man every bit 350 pounds, is the
    only person I'd ever seen finish a Boss Beef Burger at Chile's to
    this day. Ashley gave it a run for its money though. The brisket,
    ribs, sausage monstrosity seemed to disappear almost effortlessly
    down her gullet. She managed to finish about 3/4ths of it before
    finally giving up. "That; was too much," she said as she
    sat back. "I hope my gluttony doesn't turn you off."

    "I'm not certain there's anything you do that would turn me

    off."

    "Let's hope we never find out," she said with a smile.

    She glanced at her watch and said, "We should get going." I
    nodded and we went to the car. As we were driving, she asked me out
    of the blue, "Why do you like me?"

    "Uh.. I don't know. Honestly things have happened so fast I

    haven't had time to make my pro/con list," I said with a smirk.
    The hand on the gear shift flicked out and smacked my leg with a
    slap.

    "Seriously. I hope it's not just all the fooling around

    stuff."

    "No; definitely not. I couldn't handle being with a girl I

    didn't like for just the sex. And my understanding is that college is
    filled with girls that put out. So I'm clearly not with you for just
    the sex," I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. I
    knew I hadn't said it right. Oh no.

    Ashley's face scowled and I was afraid she was going to yell or

    cry but I wasn't sure which.

    "That's not how I meant it;" I said but she cut me off.

    "I know. You don't have to parse your words with me. You're

    not particularly good at it anyways. I really, really want to have
    sex with you Nick. Seriously. You have no idea how hard it is to stop
    myself every single time we're together. And;" she trailed off.

    "And what?"

    "I don't know if I should tell you this;"

    "What? Seriously. Ashley. It's fine. What?"

    She took a breath, focused and then turned to me as we pulled into

    the parking lot. "And, if I'm being 100% honest, if you'd tried
    to have sex with me most nights, I doubt I would have stopped you.
    That's how turned on you get me. But the thing is, I wouldn't be
    happy the next day. And I want to be happy with you. I want to make
    you happy," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks now. My
    heart broke.

    "Ashley, you make me happier than I ever thought a girlfriend

    could make me. Thank you for telling me that. I love that you trust
    me to tell me something like that. And I promise, we will not have
    sex until you tell me you're ready when you're NOT horny."

    She nodded, laughed and leaned in to kiss me gently. It was soft

    and romantic. Unlike most of our kisses that tended to be filled with
    need, this kiss conveyed only love and happiness. "You're going
    to have to ask me from several states away by letter," she said
    as we broke our kiss.

    I smiled, "Why?"

    "Because that's going to be the only time I'm not horny, I

    think."

    We grinned at each other and got out of the car. Grabbing her

    hand, we walked into the movie theater. I felt closer with her than I
    had ever before. Which in and of itself was a neat thing about our
    relationship. Thus far, despite having a couple of small fights, I
    legitimately felt like I liked her more each day. What she'd just
    told me. What she'd shared with me, really felt like she was letting
    me in. It was something that I knew that a girl shouldn't tell a guy.
    As weird as it sounds, I thought in that moment, "If I ever have
    a girl, there's no way I'd want her telling a guy that," but
    when Ashley told me, all I could feel was pride in myself and love
    for her. I must have squeezed her hand thinking about it because she
    squeezed it back and looked at me in a way that made me feel like I
    was the only person in the universe at that moment.

    We got into the theater and I started walking up the stairs, I

    began to cut into the middle about fourth row from the top but Ashley
    tugged my hand. I turned around and she gestured up towards the top
    with a shake of her head and a smile. Confused, I followed her lead
    as we went to the back corner of the theater. She sat in the corner
    and I sat to her right. She whispered into my ear, "I picked out
    a movie that I don't care about seeing and that had been out a while
    on purpose. Once the lights go out, feel free to; distract me."

    I grinned at her, now eager for the movie to begin. The movie was

    perfect too. It was a dark, loud movie and we were only two of maybe
    20 people in the theater and the only ones on the back row. There was
    a railing in front of us, so even if one of the other patrons had
    turned around, they wouldn't be able to see anything.

    At first, we just made out but my right hand quickly started

    fumbling around her chest. The vest was really sexy but it was a
    little bit tight and didn't allow for much access. Sensing my
    problem, Ashley stared me in the eyes and bit her lip (I loved that
    look) and unbuttoned one of the buttons. Then another. The vest was
    now gaping open down below her cleavage and I could easily slip my
    hand in to tweak her nipples. They were harder than I'd ever felt.
    The scene on camera was a loud party scene and the characters
    themselves were having to yell just to be heard. I pinched her nipple
    and she let out a moan that was quite loud but the noise didn't
    travel anywhere beyond me. I grabbed and squeezed her left tit,
    enjoying the gasps and moans she made as I did this.

    After playing with her tit for ten minutes or so, I reached down

    between her legs with one hand. She reflexively clamped her legs
    together then looked me in the eyes while she slowly, seductively
    separated her thighs. My fingers worked up to find her smooth pussy
    was literally dripping. She hadn't been kidding earlier. The tops of
    her thighs were slightly moist and once I got a finger into her she
    positively dripping. Her whole body was shaking and squirming as my
    fingers worked inside of her.

    To this day, I don't remember much of that movie. What I do

    remember is the increasingly desperate look that worked across
    Ashley's face over that two hour period. My inexperience with
    actually getting her off combined with my love of exploring her body
    and her ability to get pleasure from almost anything I did combined
    to keep her at the edge in that dark theater After about an hour, she
    started frantically stroking my cock through my pants and making
    pleading whimpering noises. I'm almost certain that's what she was
    telling me in the car. If I'd just grabbed her and pulled her to the
    floor with me, I think she might have been so far gone at that moment
    that she'd have ridden me until we were kicked out of the theater.
    Fortunately, I enjoyed what we were doing and didn't feel any desire
    to push my luck. Instead, I just refocused my efforts on seeing
    exactly how far back into her head I could make her eyes roll.
    Towards the end, I was having to keep my mouth clamped to hers
    because, despite the building crescendo of the movie, she was
    starting to get loud enough that I was worried about her drawing
    attention. When the final scene came and the credits started rolling,
    I pulled my fingers out and she uttered a pleading, desperate, "No".
    It was louder than she intended but I don't think anyone heard it
    over the music playing. I adjusted my cock in my pants, which was far
    more aching than I realized.

    We walked out to her car and she leaned into me and whispered,

    "You drive, I'm going to finger myself so hard while I'm sucking
    your cock on the way back home."

    "Uh.. I can't drive a stick," I told her.

    "Screw it. Get in," she said as she practically shoved

    me into the passenger seat. She hopped in the driver seat, and sped
    off into the back of the parking lot. She parked behind a low wall in
    a secluded area, turned off the car and practically dove at my cock.
    "You have no idea how badly I want you. I'm going to suck this
    cock so hard," she said as she fished my cock out and took it
    deeper into her throat than she'd ever done. She was moaning as she
    bobbed up and down quickly on my shaft. Her right hand was already
    between her legs as she knelt in the seat and tried to race to see
    who would cum first. Honestly, I'm not sure which one first place
    really was. I'd never seen her so turned on. Ultimately, it was
    nearly a tie. She started coming and screamed onto my cock which set
    me off and I started spurting into her mouth. She did her best to
    maintain her composure and keep it all in but the orgasm was too much
    and it dribbled out of her mouth back down my cock as she rode her
    orgasm as far as possible.

    It took us a minute to finally catch our breath. Forming coherent

    thought and then words took another couple minutes after that. "Wow,"
    I said eloquently.

    "Yeah. Is that what date night's going to be like with you?"

    she asked with a grin.

    "Nah. I'm hoping they get better," I smiled back at her.

    We laughed.

    "Well don't expect that every time. I just couldn't help

    myself. I was seriously this close to doing that in the theater. I
    needed to cum so badly."

    "Yeah, I could tell."



    Ashley was true to her word. She wanted me to take the lead in

    teaching her everything "sexy" as she put it. What I'd
    earlier taken for an eagerness to do anything was actually an
    eagerness to LEARN everything. One example that sticks out in my mind
    was the discussion of clothes, "I liked picking out your clothes
    the other night," I told her one night, trying to steer the
    conversation towards sexy time.

    "Nick. Tell me what you WANT to do. Don't beat around the

    bush."

    "Okay, fine. I; I, um.. want to pick out your clothes?"

    "All the time?" she asked. There was no judgment in her

    voice, just seeking clarity.

    "Uh.. Yeah; I guess?" I said. She shot me a look. "Yes,"

    I amended.

    "No."

    "No? What happened to I'm in charge?" I asked,

    optimistically pulling her down to the bed.

    "You're only in charge of my sex education," she said as

    she playfully kissed me before hopping back up. "Now you've told
    me what you like. I can decide what to do about it." I must have
    frowned because she continued, "Oh don't be disappointed. We'll
    find a way to make you happy. I just think you picking out my clothes
    is kind of; creepy? Awfully controlling don't you think?"

    I shrugged. "I suppose. It's not really the controlling

    aspect. That doesn't do anything for me on this one."

    Ashley raised an eyebrow, "On this one? Let's come back to

    THAT, Mister. So what does turn you on about picking out my clothes?"

    "Well; If I'm being honest, I guess it's two things. One, I

    have a mild clothes fetish; I guess," I smiled bashfully and
    Ashley grinned back.

    "Yeah; I'd noticed that; and the other?"

    "I like the idea that you'd wear things that I like just to

    turn me on; Does that make sense?"

    "I think so. Okay. Let's try this. In general, what would you

    have me wear if you DID tell me what to wear?" she said as she
    came over and put her knees to either side of me as she climbed on
    the bed. Her tits were right in front of me.

    "Hmm.. I don't know;" I was finding words hard to

    concentrate on at that particular moment.

    "Well think about it. I can change my style a bit," she

    said as she kissed me.

    "Well; I guess I like seeing you in really sexy clothes. You

    know? Tight, short, showing off skin; like that,"

    "No! You don't say! Be more specific. What do you see other

    girls wearing that you wish I wore for you?"

    "Hmm.. Well; Those little short Daisy Duke shorts. Mini

    skirts. Anything that shows off your cleavage. Oh I really like
    skirts that have a slit on the side. Like really high slits," I
    said pointing to her upper thigh.

    "What else," she said. Her breath was getting a bit

    quicker and deeper and I could tell she was getting turned on. "What
    accessories?"

    "I really like chokers," I whispered as I traced my

    fingers along her neck where I imagined one sitting. "And
    stockings."

    "Pantyhose?" she asked as I felt her start to grind her

    pelvis into me a little.

    "Ewe.. no; I really, really dislike pantyhose. They just look

    stupid. Thigh high stockings. Especially with a garter belt."
    She laughed.

    "Not sure how practical that is in Florida. Maybe you'll have

    to take me somewhere cold."

    "We just need to live somewhere that you can wear little

    short shorts in the summer and dresses with slits on the side and
    thigh highs in the winter," I told her with a big smile. She
    kissed me.

    "Gimme a minute. I think I have something you might like,"

    she said and hopped off my lap. She started rummaging through her
    drawers until she found what she was looking for. I couldn't see what
    she had in her hands but she had a downright devilish look on her
    face. She closed the door to her closet and started changing. In
    about 45 seconds, she said, "Close your eyes."

    "OK," I said. I could sense her walk out. She'd put on

    some heels because I could hear the click-clack on the dorm room
    tile. "Can I open them?"

    "Uh-huh," she said with a breathless whisper that was

    just in front of me. I opened my eyes and my cock, which had already
    been hard with anticipation, ratcheted up a notch. She was wearing a
    pair of jean shorts that had frayed edges and looked like the were
    cut off right above the bottom of her ass. Her top was a black v-neck
    tank top that hung loosely to her chest. She was currently leaning
    towards me and the neck of the shirt fell forward enough that I could
    see her tits and nipples unobstructed. "I don't know. This seems
    kind of slutty, don't you think?" She asked as she walked around
    the room.

    "Hmm.. a little I guess;" I told her as I watched her

    pick up some clothes by bending at the waist seductively. The
    absurdly high heels

    "A little?" she asked as she walked towards me. I

    couldn't tear my eyes away from the sexiest image I'd ever seen.
    "What kind of girl wears these shoes," she said as she put
    them up on the chair. The shorts were so short that I could see her
    pussy lips. "With this; outfit?" she asked and came
    forward. My mouth was dry. "What. Kind. Of. Girl. Nick?"
    she said emphasizing each word.

    "A slut," I said. Instinctively knowing the answer she

    wanted to hear.

    "And this is what you want me to wear?" I nodded.

    "Really?" I nodded again, spellbound. "You like me
    dressing in these cheap, slutty clothes?" she said as she knelt
    in front of me and fished out my cock. My mind was still in a haze as
    I watched her begin to work on my cock. "Tell me Nick,"
    lick, "Do you like," kiss, "what you see?" She
    finished as she took the entire length of my cock down her throat.
    She held it there for a moment before coming back off with a gasp of
    air. "I can't tell," suck, suck, "whether you like me
    like this." She said as she came off my cock and stared at me.

    "You are the hottest thing I've ever seen," I told her

    as I put my hand on the back of her head and nudged her back down.
    She smiled as she focused in and sucked my cock into the back of her
    throat. She'd learned exactly what I liked and was moaning onto my
    cock and taking long deep strokes into her mouth. She reached up with
    her hands and pulled her tits out of her shirt. The neck was loose
    and low cut so they came freely out and she started squeezing and
    pinching them. Her blowjobs had gotten better and better and it
    wasn't long before she had me on the edge. Ashley was moaning lustily
    and seemed almost as turned on as I was. I was so close to coming
    that I reflexively reached out and grabbed her head and thrust into
    her gaping mouth. After just four or five thrusts I let out a
    combination moan and yell and came down her throat. A little bit
    escaped her lips and she wiped it with a finger and licked it up.
    Watching her do that made my cock twitch even as it deflated.

    We snuggled up in her bed and caught our breath. "So you

    liked that, huh? You don't normally cum that way. I must have gotten
    you pretty hot and bothered."

    I hugged her, "You have no idea. That basically pushed all my

    buttons. You didn't mind when I grabbed your head. I couldn't really
    help myself. Sorry," I said somewhat sheepishly.

    "Oh no. I liked it. When I felt you take control I knew you

    were super turned on and going to cum quick. It was good," she
    said as she kissed me. She was amazing. "I guess I better
    change."

    "You sure? You look pretty good the way you are," I told

    her half joking.

    "Seriously? This? You wouldn't mind me walking around in

    public this way?"

    "Mind?" I said genuinely confused.

    "Okay, stud. I'll call your bluff. Let's go," she said

    and hopped up. Ashley looked in the mirror and fixed up her lipstick
    and straightened her hair while I slipped my pants back on. She
    walked to the door and turned back towards me, still half expecting
    me to chicken out. I just smiled at her, walked up and gave her a
    quick peck, then opened the door and gestured with my arm
    chivalrously. She gave her shorts a little downward tug and sauntered
    out the door. The heels made her hips sway back and forth and her
    already difficult-to-avoid-staring-at-ass went up a few notches to
    being truly spect

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  • Higher Learning and Loving: Part 2
    Higher Learning
    and Loving: Part 2.
    Advancing in our field of study.
    Based on a post by Masterful
    Husband. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.


    The rest of the weekend went much the same. Ashley seemed

    determined to accomplish three things. Master the art of blow jobs.
    Make me happy. And to make me cum so many times that I'd have nothing
    left for a year. She let me play with her tits a little when she was
    going down on my but steadfastly refused anything else. Every time I
    tried, she would say, "Nope, no classes. No tits. Besides, I
    think I need to practice some more," and she would pull my
    shorts off and start sucking my cock again. She never got the
    entirety of me into her mouth but it wasn't for lack of trying. All
    told, I came seven times in three days although the last time I had
    to jerk off to finish. That was actually pretty hot since Ashley kept
    her mouth close to my cock making little pleading, moaning noises as
    I got closer and closer. Her tongue dangling out almost identically
    to that first time. She looked like she genuinely wanted (needed?) my
    cum in her mouth. By Sunday evening, I was completely drained. We ate
    dinner at Subway just next to the dorms. It wasn't good but Ashley
    was still determined to "put some meat on my bones." My
    roommate had come back so we took our subs up to the TV lounge and
    ate. When we were finished, we snuggled on the couch. She rubbed her
    ass seductively up against me as she sat between my legs and watched
    TV. I nibbled at her ear and whispered, "You're getting me so
    hard."

    She leaned her head back and kissed me with a full open mouth kiss

    and whispered back, "I know. I can feel it jammed into my back."

    I stared at her. "Girls can feel that?" I asked,

    probably louder than I should've.

    "Of course," she said, then laughed again. "You are

    adorable," she told me then kissed me again and gave her ass
    another wiggle. Now I had worries about every high school dance I'd
    ever attended.

    We made out unashamedly in the TV lounge. It wasn't really that

    odd actually. Though we were probably a little hotter and heavier
    than most. I didn't care. I had this gorgeous girl who seemed to
    really be into me. I was going to make sure that she knew I was into
    her too. That night, we went back to our own rooms for the first time
    in two nights. It kind of sucked.



    We went back to normal during the next week. Which was actually a

    nice change. As much as I'd enjoyed the blowjobs, I had missed
    playing with her and watching her feel pleasure. I was really
    enjoying that particular aspect of our relationship. We both seemed
    to derive most of our pleasure from seeing the other feel good. It
    made for some really intense moments.

    Tuesday afternoon, we were eating lunch and talking about classes.

    We both had tests coming up and while neither one of us was
    particularly worried about them, we did have to actually learn the
    material. We were laying out on the green on a blanket. It was
    difficult not to be distracted by her beautiful ass as I tried in
    vain to focus on my math textbook.

    After about 45 minutes, Ashley leaned into the blanket and with a

    sigh, breathed in a deep breath. "I love this blanket. It smells
    exactly like Nick."

    "You're weird," I told her but on the inside I was

    smiling. I'd never met anyone like her and was enjoying getting to
    learn about a whole new type of person.

    "I'm really stressed out," she said as she stretched.

    Watching her stretch was pretty fantastic.

    "No you're not," I told her. I hadn't known her long but

    the idea of her being stressed about a test was pretty ridiculous.
    She smirked at me and stuck her tongue out.

    "Yes; but if I WAS stressed, maybe you could help me relax

    bank in my room?" she asked with a smile.

    "You sure? You've done all the studying you're going to do?"

    Ashley stared at me for a second before leaning into me and giving

    me a quick kiss. "Nick, I'm not looking for 'relaxation' when I
    say we should relax in my room," she said and this time I got
    it. I threw my bags into my backpack, folded the blanket and grabbed
    her palm all in under 15 seconds. We walked back to the dorms
    hand-in-hand swaying our arms and grinning from the secret we shared.
    I pinned her to the elevator wall as we enjoyed the leisurely ride on
    the Hellevator. We practically ran to her room and threw our stuff on
    the floor.

    "So what did you have in mind? A massage?" I asked,

    reaching for her tits.

    "Uh huh. That's just going to get me worked up and

    frustrated. I figured since I've been sucking your cock for a week,
    you might enjoy returning the favor?"

    I paused for about one second before I grabbed her and slammed her

    to the bed. I popped the button off her pants and slipped them down.
    I was dimly aware that these were the same shiny black pants from the
    day I met her but that barely registered as I flung them across the
    room, panties and all. She gasped in surprise and then laughed at my
    eagerness

    I dove in with no clue what I was doing. I remembered some guys

    joking about spelling the alphabet so I tried that and tried to
    really focus on her movements and noises. At first, I just used my
    tongue on the opening to her pussy but that didn't seem to do as much
    for her as when I scraped my tongue along the moist slit above the
    opening. Every time I went through there, she moaned and arched her
    back. I wasn't sure what the clitoris was but I knew enough to assume
    I'd found its general vicinity. Before long, she grabbed my head and
    clamped her thighs by my ears. She let out a combinations of a squeal
    and a moan as she came into my mouth. Her already wet opening flooded
    even more and I got a really good taste of her. I was hooked. And
    then it hit me. I'd made her cum. I'd made Ashley cum. Me.
    Eventually, she pushed me away much like I'd pushed her away after my
    own orgasm. "Too much; Too much" she said.

    "So was that good?"

    "Oh yeah; that was great," she said but there was

    something off. My manly pride was wounded. What had I done wrong? "Oh
    no; everything you did was great. It's just;"

    "What. Tell me." I told her.

    "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

    "Huh?"

    "I don't like leaving you all alone down there; focused on

    me; "

    "What? Why?" I asked. None of this was making sense.

    "I like when we do stuff together and we're both enjoying the

    pleasure."

    "So you don't like giving me blowjobs?" I asked, kind of

    afraid of the answer.

    "Oh no. I LOVE sucking your cock. It's just; I don't like to

    be the center of attention. I don't want to be the only one getting
    pleasure. I know that's a little hypocritical of me; "

    I shrugged, "It's a little odd; "

    "Are you sure you can handle the one way street," she

    said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "I mean, it'll be
    really HARD," she emphasized the last as she reached into my
    shorts for my cock,"for you to have a girlfriend who wants to
    ALWAYS make her man happy." Now she was pulling my shorts down
    and kneeling in front of me. "I know most guys HATE having a
    devoted," kiss, "girlfriend who just wants to suck their
    cock," she slipped the head into her mouth before pulling out,
    "and drinks their cum all the time." She said as she
    grabbed my ass with both hands and started sliding me down her
    throat. Ashley seemed determined to take me all the way down her
    throat. She was getting really close but hadn't quite gotten the last
    inch yet. Not that I didn't appreciate the effort. In fact, the
    effort was almost as much of a turn on as the actual act itself.

    She was pulling me in and out of her mouth faster and faster. I

    loved looking down at her as she worked hard on my cock. Feeling her
    pull me in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and urgency. It
    was hard for me to cum standing up like this. Truthfully, it was hard
    to cum from just a blowjob in general. My hips were beginning to buck
    involuntarily and I accidentally caught her by surprise with one
    thrust. She pulled off of me, choking a little bit and coughed. My
    hand went to my cock as I asked her, "Are you okay? Sorry about
    that;"

    "Don't worry about it. I'm getting better," she smiled

    up at me. Then she leaned back a little and cupped her tits in her
    hands, tweaking the nipples slightly. "You weren't going to be
    able to cum that way anyways right."

    "Probably not," I said as I stared at her, mesmerized by

    the way she was playing with her tits.

    "Do you want to lay down and I can finish you?"

    A thought crossed my mind and I shook my head, "I want to cum

    on you."

    "Really? Why?"

    "I don't know. It seems hot."

    She considered that for a moment, staring at my cock as I stroked

    it slowly. "You want to cum on my tits?" she asked, pushing
    them up and out at me.

    I nodded, "Oh yeah."

    "So you want to cum all over my tits instead of my mouth?"

    she asked as she tweaked her nipples and stared at me. Something
    about the way she said that really lit my fire and I could only nod.
    I started stroking my cock more urgently and less than a minute later
    I was shooting thick ropes all over her tits. She shuddered when the
    first ones hit her. A couple of weeks ago, I would have thought it
    was an orgasm. Now I knew it was just a pleasurable feeling but the
    fact that it came from my cum touching her chest seemed incredibly
    erotic to me. I kept stroking my cock, getting as much out of me as I
    could and planting it on her waiting chest. When I was finished, she
    seductively swiped a finger through the dripping cum and licked it.
    "I see you liked that."

    "Oh yeah," I said again. I knelt down beside her and

    whispered, "I love you," as I lowered my tongue to her tits
    and began licking her off.

    She moaned slightly and said, "I love you, too."

    We hadn't said it too many times to each other since that first

    time. It was weird and I think both of us knew it was a little
    premature. I mean, how could we know something like that fully right?
    But everything about our relationship seemed so great that it was
    hard to imagine loving anyone more. I always felt so close to her
    after we fooled around, it was difficult for me to imagine that two
    people could be any closer.

    She reached for a tissue to finish cleaning her chest off, "Back

    to studying."



    She aced her first test. Of course. When she told me about it she

    said, "Yeah, I actually forgot to read one of the chapters but
    there wasn't anything about it on the test." She was kind of
    lucky that way.

    We were sitting in the TV lounge watching something on the

    University Movie Channel and talking about plans for the weekend. We
    were sharing a couch and I was trying not to grind too much into her
    since their were people in the room.

    I looked down at her legs as they brushed against mine. She had on

    a typical jean mini-skirt and t-shirt. Her legs looked nice and
    smooth and I put my hand on the inside of her leg a couple inches
    above her knee. She looked at my hand, then smiled at me knowingly
    and whispered, "I like it when you're forward."

    "You do?" I said as I boldly moved my hand up to her mid

    thigh where the skirt started.

    "Uh-huh," we kissed for a minute before remembering

    their were other people in the room. I was a little embarrassed but
    if Ashley was she didn't show it. Instead, she hopped up and said,
    "Let's go to your room."

    Not one to turn down that offer, I hopped up then walked with her

    to my side of the dorm. I put my hand in her back pocket. It seemed
    like a silly thing but I'd always seen guys do that with their girls
    in high school and wanted to try it. It was sort of awkward but I got
    to basically grab her ass the whole walk so I was okay with it. If
    Ashley noticed, she didn't make any acknowledgment We got to my room
    and I started to kiss her. She kissed me back quickly but then pushed
    me gently away. She had a seriousness in her eyes that had me wary.
    "What's wrong?" I asked.

    "We need to talk,"

    Uh-oh. Those words. I knew where this was going. Why were we

    breaking up? What had I done wrong? Was there somebody else she
    liked? Why was this happening?

    "I'm not breaking up with you," she said.

    "Oh; well then why lead off a conversation that way? That's

    like the international code words for 'we're breaking up'," I
    said.

    "Yeah. I realized. That's why I followed up with 'I'm not

    breaking up with you'," she replied, mocking my own air quotes
    with hers.

    "Okay; so what are we talking about,"

    "So, you know I love you; or I think I do, right. I mean, you

    feel the same way. I'm in love but also wary because; well; we're
    18."

    "Yeah. You know I feel the same way. We've talked about

    this."

    "And we're here at college. I'm here to learn," she said

    as she took my hand. "I want to learn about everything. I really
    like to learn. So I want you to teach me about sex," she said.
    It was the weirdest, most matter-of-fact statements I'd ever heard.

    "I'm sorry. What?"

    "I want you to teach me; all; about; sex," she said,

    slowing the words out and saying them in a breathy, seductive tone.

    "Um; you're ready to have sex?"

    "Oh no. Not even close; I mean all about sexy things. All

    about fooling around. All of the OTHER things we can do."

    "But I don't have any experience. Hell, everything I've done

    past kissing I've done with you."

    "I know. But I want you to also teach me what you like. How

    to make you feel as good as possible."

    "But you do make me feel as good as possible," I told

    her, still confused.

    "I know you think that, but I don't think it's true. I think

    I can make you feel even better. I think I can do all kinds of things
    to turn you on if you just think about it," she said, then
    flicked her eyes to the side as she thought of something, "And
    when I AM ready for actual sex;" she leaned into me, "Actual;
    fucking," she continued, emphasizing the last word. "I want
    you to teach me all about that too."

    My cock was unbelievably hard right now.

    "So what does that mean? Do I need to buy a book or

    something?"

    She grinned and chuckled a bit; Ashley didn't do giggling. "Maybe.

    I don't know. If you find a good one. Look, one of the great things
    about college is that I'm in charge of everything. I'm in charge of
    myself for the first time. But I don't really WANT to be in charge.
    So in this one area; maybe;" she looked down and, for the first
    time in awhile, seemed shy and lost for words, "Maybe you could
    be in charge?" she asked, staring at me. "I want you to be
    the stereotypical man," her eyes flicked back to mine and she
    paused with a thought, "No; not a stereotypical man. Be the man
    that Nick can be. That's what I want."

    I gulped. I was confused and turned on and bewildered and confused

    and really just baffled; did I mention confused? Years of sitcoms and
    TV had prepared me for this moment and I looked around the room for
    hidden cameras or friends ready to jump out and yell, "Surprise!"
    There were none of either. "So what would you like me to do?"
    she asked with less of her usual seductiveness and more of genuine
    interest.

    "Um; I don't know; "

    "Look, I know this is; odd. And I kind of sprung it on you.

    Let's just ease into it and make sure we talk. I think we're really
    good at talking, right?" I nodded. "So just talk to me and
    tell me what you want."

    "I want to play with your tits," I told her.

    "Of course," she said with a smile as she pulled her

    shirt off.

    "But we haven't had class," I said as her shirt came

    over her head.

    She laughed, "I think we're past that. Besides, I told you

    you're in charge. So if you want to play with my tits then I want to
    make that happen." She unhooked her bra that fell to the floor
    and she stood in front of me looking incredible. I moved into her,
    giving her an impassioned kiss as our tongues sought out each other.
    Her mouth tasted wet and pure as she sighed into mine. My left hand
    grabbed her ass and pulled our hips together, grinding lewdly which
    caused my moan to join her escalating one. My right hand snaked up to
    her left tit and grabbed it, massaging it in my hand. I broke our
    kiss and looked into Ashley's eyes. She gave me a little nod of
    encouragement and smiled demurely.

    I lowered my lip to her tit and sucked the nipple into my mouth.

    Ashley gasped and her knees buckled a little bit so we dropped onto
    the bed with a thump. My fingers worked one tit while my mouth worked
    the other. Then I'd alternate and switch my mouth to the other tit.
    I'd learned pretty well what she liked and what she didn't. The cues
    were pretty clear once she started bucking her hips up. At that
    point, she was up for anything.

    I took her left nipple between my fingers and she gasped a little

    before I even did anything. I liked playing with her anticipation,
    teasing her. "Do you want me to pinch it?" I asked.

    "Please," she breathed. I pinched it lightly and she

    moaned a deep moan.

    "Harder?" I asked. She nodded slightly, lost in the

    sensation. "Or twist it?" I asked as I gave it a 90 degree
    twist. I was rewarded with a grunt from her. "Or pull on it?"

    "Uh; How do you do that?" she grunted. Her left hand had

    snaked down into her pants and she was clearly playing with herself.
    I smiled, enjoying this immensely.

    "I'm just doing all of the things you've taught me," I

    told her as I released the nipple and massaged the entire tit. She
    whimpered slightly but my hand snaked over to her other tit and began
    circling the nipple, hinting that I was going to repeat the cycle on
    that one. Her hips bucked and her body shuddered.

    "No; You're doing all kinds of things you've learned on your

    own. It feels so much better when you touch me," she said then
    turned to me and kissed me. I rewarded the kiss with a hard pinch on
    the other nipple and she fairly screamed in pleasure into my mouth. I
    enjoyed the feeling of her tongue seeking deep into mine as they
    wrestled against each other.

    "Make yourself cum," I said, staring into her eyes. She

    bit her lip sexily and nodded and her hand sped up in her pants. I
    snaked one hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her hair,
    pulling her into me for a kiss. My other hand continued to work along
    her nipples going back and forth, pinching and pulling them as she
    got closer. She moaned in both pleasure and frustration.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Nothing. I just can't cum when you pinch hard like that,"

    "Oh, I'll stop then," I said and started to pull me hand

    away.

    "NO!" she fairly shouted as her free hand shot up and

    grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare stop; I love it; Give me
    more," she said, the last with an almost pleading tone. Her hand
    released my arm and then wiggled down to grasp my iron hard cock. She
    started stroking me encouragingly as I resumed work on her tits. I
    grabbed one nipple between my finger and knuckle and twisted it. The
    gasp that she let out encouraged me to twist more and I took it from
    90 degrees to nearly 180 degrees. Her hips came up off the bed as if
    she was thrusting against some mystery lover.

    "Please; Please; Please;" she chanted.

    "Please what?" I asked, unsure of what she needed.

    "Just please keep doing that. Keep doing anything. So fucking

    good!" she said and I could see her hand turn into a blur. I
    released the nipple and attached my lips to it while my hand went
    straight for the other one. She started coming as I reached it and I
    pinched it hard between my fingers. She screamed out loud enough that
    I'm sure anyone in the hallway would know what we were doing. We
    didn't care at that moment, however. It was the most powerful orgasm
    I'd seen from her and her spasming body and free hand was making my
    already hard cock even harder.

    As she came down from her high, she rolled into me and gave me a

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  • Higher Learning and Loving: Part 1
    Higher Learning and Loving: Part 1.
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    I was super eager to get off to college and away from my parents.

    But once I was there though, I was intimidated by the size of it all.
    I'd already met my roommate, a little odd that one, but figured I
    needed to explore the dorms and meet some other people as well.
    Somebody downstairs said that there was a TV lounge on the fifth
    floor so I headed up there in the rickety, slow elevator on the West
    side of the building. The doors to the TV lounge were thick, heavy
    stained wood and they opened with a thud.

    Being the first day, there weren't too many people here yet so I

    wasn't surprised to find the room quiet. Sun streamed in the two
    giant windows on my right and left. I noticed the large, oversized
    comfortable looking chairs with their wooden frames and cheap, red
    fabric. They somehow looked incredibly inviting.

    As I scanned the rest of the room, I saw the most attractive sight

    of the day. Laying flat across one of the couches was a beautiful
    girl. Woman, I guess I should say. She had long, flowing, dark brown
    hair and was reading a book while absentmindedly kicking her legs
    behind her. She wore a skimpy red tank top and a pair of shiny black
    shorts that accented her fantastic ass and beautiful hourglass shape.
    It was a testament to the hot Florida sun that she wasn't even close
    to the most scantily dressed girl I'd seen that day.

    As I was staring at her ass, I dragged my eyes back to her face

    and realized she was staring at me with a smirk. She let the book
    drop and rolled over on her side. The action revealed the luscious
    swell of her tits. Holy shit she was hot.

    "Hey, there. I'm Ashley," she said with a smile. In

    other people I'd met that first day, it had been an empty gesture.
    Usually just a perfunctory social function. But I couldn't help but
    feel like her smile was one that indicated genuine warmth.

    "Hmm.. Hi?; I'm Nick;" I managed to croak out, proud

    that my voice hadn't cracked along the way. Her eyes scraped up and
    down the length of my body and she smiled at me again. My eyes were
    inevitably drawn to the firm nipples poking through the thin tank
    top.

    "So you like what you see, big boy?" she asked brazenly.

    My eyes snapped back to her face and I realized I'd been caught
    staring at her tits.

    I didn't know how to answer and my brain simply seized up. "I;

    uh; hmm.. what? I wasn't staring or anything;" I said, knowing
    even as I said it that it was an obvious lie.

    "It's alright if you stare, Nick. Staring never hurt anyone;"

    she said as she stepped closer. My eyes fixated on her lips. Her
    tongue just peeking out and tracing along her upper lip didn't help
    my mindset. Before I could really process my feelings, she smiled and
    turned. I watched her as she walked away, her full ass swaying back
    and forth absentmindedly.

    I rushed back to my room, grateful that my roommate had gone off

    somewhere, and jerked off the gigantic erection that I had. When I
    came down from my arousal, I pictured Ashley in my mind, cursing my
    awkwardness and swore I'd be more eloquent next time.



    I kept seeing Ashley over the next couple days but never had a

    chance to really talk to her. She was always with someone. Guys,
    girls, it didn't matter. She was friendly with everyone. I figured
    she'd only been friendly with me because that's what she was. A
    friendly girl.

    But I was determined not to be awkward again. Not if I got a

    second chance. A couple of days after our first meeting, I was in the
    lobby when the door opened. It was the normal mid afternoon
    rain-shower. Thanks, Florida. In she walked, this time wearing a
    thin, tight, white T-Shirt and a knee length skirt. She was
    completely soaked and clinging to some books in front of her that she
    was desperately trying to keep dry. Her hair was plastered down and
    she looked beautiful. "Where did that come from?" she asked
    to nobody in particular as she shook her hair out.

    "Uh.. Yeah. It's Florida and it's midday," I said and

    she looked at me quizzically.

    "So? There weren't any clouds in the sky!" she said, a

    bit indignant.

    "Yeah. It doesn't matter. 2pm in the summer isn't exactly

    white T-shirt weather," I told her with a smirk.

    Her jaw dropped a little before she looked down and then smiled

    back. "Come on," she said with a jerk of her head. Was she
    asking me to follow her? I wasn't going to miss a second opportunity
    so I hopped up and followed her to the elevator. The game show
    Hellevator had just come out and the entire dorm had adopted the name
    for the disturbingly old elevator on the West side of the building.
    The thing moved so slow that it didn't even feel like it was moving
    but after a good 90 seconds, we emerged on the 4th floor. So
    concerned for my life, had I been that I hadn't even noticed that
    Ashley had dropped the book from in front of her chest and was
    staring at me again. My eyes flicked down to her chest and the hard
    nipples poking through the thin shirt and bra before I dragged my
    vision back up to her beautiful face. When I noticed, she bit her lip
    in a way that was incredibly hot and then turned and walked out. I
    followed her, eager to see just a little bit more of her in the
    soaking wet t-shirt she was wearing. When we got to her dorm room,
    she unlocked the door and ushered me in.

    "Alright Mister Florida. What SHOULD I wear at 2pm in the

    summer?" she said as she gestured towards her closet. I remember
    being struck by the lack of apparel. When I'd first seen her, I'd
    thought she seemed really put together and I'd mentally assumed she
    was some sort of sorority girl / clothes horse. Turns out I'd been
    entirely wrong about that. She had almost as few articles of clothing
    as I had. This wasn't a rich girl. This was just a girl who knew how
    to dress.

    I looked back at her and took her in. She was standing with her

    hands on her hips, proudly presenting the tits that she had to know
    were on display. The shirt was nearly transparent and clinging to
    her, revealing the white bra underneath. It was obviously not padded
    and was likewise soaked giving me a perfect preview of what she
    looked like nude. At least from the waist up.

    "Well?" she asked, growing impatient and probably a bit

    cold and uncomfortable.

    I turned back to the closet, trying to compose myself and tried to

    subtly adjust the huge erection I was sporting. Looking in the
    closet, I smiled to myself. "Well this would be fine;" I
    said as I reached for something on the far right edge.

    "Yeah. I'm not wearing a bikini just because it's raining;

    Try again."

    "Well how about this then?" I said as I pulled the

    deepest v-neck colored shirt I could see.

    "Fine," she said as she yanked it from my hand. She

    turned her back to me, whipped her shirt off, and unclasped her bra.
    I was really turned on but also really glad she didn't ask for help
    with the bra. Who knows how long it would have taken me. She threw
    the shirt on without a bra and turned back to me. "How do I look
    now?" she asked stretching her arms out and shifting her weight
    from one leg to the other.

    "Great," I said with genuine feeling. She really did

    look good. Great actually.

    "Thanks. I think so too. Thanks for your help; stud,"

    she said as she traced my chest with her finger and whispered the
    last word into my ear. Whatever hope I had of downplaying my
    throbbing erection was gone and it was back in full force. "Now,
    I've got some studying to do so; off with you!" she said as she
    pushed me to the door with a smile. I couldn't help but notice that
    her hands were on my ass as she pushed me out the door. That has to
    be a good thing; Right?



    There were lots of beautiful girls I ran into in those first few

    days but my thoughts always flitted back to Ashley. Her casual
    confidence. Her ass. Her mischievous smile. Her hot ass. Her look
    that seemed to pierce right through me and her smoking' hot ass. I
    probably didn't go two hours without thinking of her most days.

    Unfortunately, it was a pretty hectic time. As people made new

    friends the schedules and plans of yesterday changed in a fluid, and
    often chaotic, manner. And so, I didn't really get to see Ashley
    until after the first day of class. I was studying my course work,
    already pretty much deciding these classes were mostly stupid when I
    heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled from my bed.
    In walked Ashley, wearing a short little flouncy skirt and a tight
    tank top. She looked great. As usual.

    She sauntered in with two steps and then stopped, looking at me.

    She had her hands behind her back, holding something. I wanted to
    know what it was but her motion and swaying made it hard not to stare
    at her tits or the hard nipples underneath her shirt. "Whatcha
    reading'?"

    I laughed. Friends reruns had become kind of a hip thing to watch

    lately and I was pretty sure she was imitating Rachel from last
    night's episode..

    "My math textbook," I said, trying to imitate David

    Schwimmer.

    "What's it about?" she said, doing a great impression of

    Rachel. Something about her tone of playful bubbleheadedness was
    really a turn on. I could tell she was flirting with me and I really
    liked it.

    "Math" I said with a grin. "What are you hiding

    behind your back, little girl?" I asked.

    "Little girl?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

    "I dunno. I'm not so good with the flirting. I was trying to

    sound 'manly'; "

    "Oh. No. It definitely worked," she said as she sat

    beside me. I really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.
    "I saw you eating a weird sandwich the other day and asked one
    of your friends about it. I hope I made it right." With that,
    she pulled a Ziploc bag from behind her and inside was a beautifully
    made Mac and Cheese sandwich. I pulled it from the bag and noticed
    that it was even grilled lightly. She'd gone all out..

    "Why?" I asked curiously.

    "Well. When I first saw you, I thought, 'He's adorable. But

    way too skinny to date.' So I figured I'd better start fattening you
    up!"

    She watched me, not grinning in playfulness. I was almost certain

    this wasn't flirting. I think she was serious.

    "I'm floored. What a thoughtful gesture." I said but

    truthfully I was crestfallen. It must have shown on my face, though.

    She looked at me, then scooted towards me. "Why? Did you want

    to date me? Or did I make the sandwich wrong?" she asked,
    looking up at me, our faces inches away. I could feel her breath on
    me and could see her eyes flicking back and forth between mine.
    Searching.

    "The sandwich is perfect," I got out barely breathing.

    "I said I can't date you. That has nothing to do with

    kissing," she said and leaned into me. It was my first college
    kiss, and truthfully, only my third kiss ever. The other two were
    fumbling amateurish attempts. This one blew my mind. Her lips were
    soft and sweet. Her tongue was searching and probing. I was more
    bumbling in my attempts but she guided me masterfully. We kissed for
    what seemed like 15 minutes though I'm sure it was much shorter.
    Eventually, I had to take a breath and broke the kiss off.

    "Wow; That was; wow...," I said.

    Ashley beamed at me. Her chest was heaving and she said, "Yeah,"

    breathlessly. She looked down at my cock again, just like that first
    day. This time, her flirty playfulness was gone and what I saw was, I
    hoped, barely controlled lust. She licked her lips unconsciously and
    then said, "I better get going. I don't want to take you from
    your studies."

    I didn't crack that book for another 30 minutes after she left.



    We started hanging out a lot more after that. We studied together,

    which was great for me, and then made out, which was also great for
    me. That lasted for about a week. The next Monday, I didn't feel like
    going to class so I just stayed in bed. Ashley's classes ended about
    45 minutes before my last one and she'd started coming to my room to
    study while she waited. So it wasn't really a surprise when she
    popped in. She saw me in bed, and the look on her face of instant
    concern was quite touching, "Are you feeling alright?" she
    asked, sitting next to me.

    "Yeah. I'm fine. Just skipping class," I said as I

    leaned up to kiss her. Her look of concern vanished and was replaced
    by annoyance and maybe even anger.

    "Skipping class? Why?"

    "I just didn't feel like going,"; Yup, definitely anger.

    "Nick, you've got to go to class. It's important."

    "Why? There's literally nothing in there that I can't learn

    from the book and most days it's stuff I already know."

    "But going to class is a good habit that will payoff in the

    long run," she said. Her anger had mollified swiftly, another
    trait of hers I liked.

    "I just don't see a lot in it," I said. I really liked

    that I could talk to her so honestly. She stopped and thought for a
    moment. Then, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Unsure of what she
    was doing, I felt just like I had that first time she flirted with
    me. Uncertain and scared.

    "Tell you what. How about for every class you attend each

    day, you can play with these for 10 minutes?" she said as her
    shirt, now fully unbuttoned parted to reveal her tits. She pulled the
    cups of her bra down and stroked the hard nipples with her hands. I
    watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out
    a little moan.

    "Did you just cum?" I asked. She stopped immediately and

    looked at me. There was silence for about 15 seconds before she
    finally busted out laughing.

    "Oh you silly boy. No, that wasn't even CLOSE to cumming. I

    guess you do have a lot to learn."

    "I guess you'll have to teach me," I said as I reached

    for her tits. She pulled away before I could touch them.

    "How many classes have you gone to today?" she asked,

    already knowing the answer.

    "None; but; "

    "Then you don't get any of these, do you?"

    I paused for about two seconds before jumping up, grabbing my bag

    and sprinting out the door. If I sprinted the whole way, I'd only be
    5 minutes late for my last class.



    That first night, I only got 10 minutes of time with Ashley's

    tits. And that was mostly orientation. The real fun and
    experimentation started the second night. She was incredible. I felt
    like I was playing an instrument. Her body would shake and convulse.
    She would moan and beg. It was like playing some sort of symphony
    orchestra. A very erotic one.

    I started out just tracing around her nipple and running my finger

    across it. But with her encouragement I got more and more varied,
    grabbing her tit, licking the nipple, flicking it. After a couple of
    nights of that, she begged me to pinch her. That drove her absolutely
    wild. She asked for it to be harder. So I pinched harder and that
    seemed like it drove her nuts. She again assured me that she hadn't
    orgasmed but whatever this non-orgasm thrashing around was seemed
    about 10x more intense than any fake orgasm I'd seen in porn. I was
    totally hooked.

    Unfortunately, Friday came. My roommate had gone on some trip for

    the weekend. Ashley and I had talked enough for me to know that sex
    was off the table. At least for now. But I was leaving every session
    with her incredibly frustrated. Not in an actual frustration kind of
    way but in a wonderful sexual frustration way that made me actually
    enjoy the masturbation afterwards. Nevertheless, Ashley had made a
    couple off-hand comments about sleeping over and I was a bit worried
    about the perpetual hard on I might have for the next 48 hours.

    On top of that, I already had learned enough about her that I

    could fairly easily guess that she was going to stick by the letter
    of our agreement. And because I had no classes on Saturday (or
    Sunday; Argh), that probably meant no playtime other than kissing.

    Friday, after class, Ashley showed up at my door. She was wearing

    a tight pair of workout shorts and a sports bra. I think she'd just
    jogged from across campus. Over one shoulder was a backpack which she
    threw down as she lunged at me, kissing me fully on the lips. My
    hands instantly went to her ass as I pulled her to me. We'd been
    apart all of 15 or 16 hours and yet we were kissing as if we'd been
    starving for each other. As the door shut, I pushed her into the wall
    more roughly than I intended. She let out a visceral moan directly
    into my mouth that energized me in a way I'd not known before. I
    pushed harder, sliding my thigh between her legs which parted
    instantly. She started sliding herself against me, thrusting in lust.
    My hands found the bottom of her sports bra, a type of bra I figured
    I could handle, and pulled it up above her tits. My right hand fell
    onto her left tit, grabbing it as my head dipped down to suck on her
    right nipple. It was hard and eager for attention.

    Finally, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, laying her down

    and towering over her. She looked at me, searching back and forth
    between my eyes the way she does. Trying to figure something out. I
    didn't know what she saw but she must have liked it because she let
    out another moan as she pulled her bra completely off. I was
    determined to drive her just as nuts as she had been driving me. So I
    worked on her nipples for the next 40 minutes. I did everything I
    knew to do and a few things I'd been thinking about. She really went
    wild when I sucked the hard nub between my teeth, allowing them to
    scrape along the edge. I also found that pulling and twisting were
    almost as good as pinching. Really anything seemed to go. In fact,
    the more I played and the more turned on she got, the more I realized
    that really anything was good to her once she got past a certain
    point. Short of causing actual damage, I wasn't sure there was
    anything I could do to her that she wouldn't register as pleasure. So
    I experimented freely and she loved every moment of it.

    When the clock hit 6:10, I stopped instantly. I don't know what I

    expected to happen. Well, that's not true, I had secret hopes that
    she'd beg me to fuck her. but those weren't actual real expectations
    and I had no preparation for that so it was a good thing she didn't.
    Instead she let out a moan of frustration before turning and saying
    three words she hadn't said to me yet, "I love you."

    It was totally unexpected and totally weird. Her tone was one of

    exasperated frustration completely at odds with the words. And yet, I
    knew she meant them. She obviously didn't mean to say them which
    somehow made them even more endearing. They weren't calculated. They
    weren't filled with secret meaning.

    I looked at her with a question, "Why?"

    "You have absolutely NO idea, how much of a turn on it is

    that you respect my boundaries enough to stop like this. I am 100%
    certain that I couldn't be like this with 99% of the guys on the
    planet."

    I was a bit offended for males in general and I puffed up to

    defend them. Before I could say anything, "Okay; maybe 90%;
    Either way, a great many men wouldn't have the self control to do
    what you just did; " she leaned up into me, her nipples still
    incredibly hard, "and it has me so wet that my panties would be
    creamed right now; but I didn't wear any."

    I swear I nearly came right there. But what was even better was

    that her hand began tracing its way up my thigh. "You've been
    absolutely perfect this week and I think it's time you get a reward.
    You've spent the whole week making me feel good. But there's no more
    classes until Monday and so we can't play with these any more."
    Her hands cupped her tits as she held them up to me. Her coquettish
    look was really hot.

    "What would you normally do after I leave?"

    I looked down, embarrassed by the answer. "Would it help if I

    told you what I do?" I looked at her, curious. "I go back
    to my room," she said as her hands hooked into her shorts,
    "Strip out of my clothes," she continued as she pulled her
    shorts to the floor, "and finger myself until I can't think
    anymore."

    She laid back onto her back and slipped her hand between her legs.

    She then spread her legs revealing the first pussy I'd ever seen.
    She'd shaved it completely smooth, I guess it felt better to

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  • Aussie Chronicles
     A pair of letters from life down under.

    Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Story 1:  Can I Hold Your Hand

    The guy who had something extra, gives it to her.

    By Baztrachian

    My name is Dennis. Growing up on our ranch in Western Australia, I

    lived a pretty isolated life. Starting at around age twelve, I was
    bussed into town, and had to adjust to big classrooms, and girls. Some
    of them were already well developed by the time I hit my, shall we call
    it, ‘growth spurt’?  I noticed I had a weird effect on girls but more so
    on women. If they touched my hands they'd act weird and sometimes just
    get quiet and stare at me. It was weird so I didn't tell my parents but
    by the time I was thirteen I wore gloves all the time. That way I could
    do all the normal things everyone else did like shake hands and stuff
    like that without causing a problem. At first, Folks assumed I had an
    injury or skin rash.

    Soon folks thought I had some OCD about germs. Yes, as hard as it was

    to wear gloves all the time it was even harder not to wear them. You
    never know how much people touch each other with their hands until you
    can't do it. Try refusing to shake someone's hands sometime. You'll see.
    Fortunately for me the hand thing had no effect on my own household
    members, including my mother & sister. Perhaps it’s a pheromone
    thing, I don’t know? At a family reunion when I was 14, my female
    cousins went numb like the girls at school, so after that, I always wore
    gloves around them. Unless I wanted them to shut up, then it was kind
    of handy!

    As I transitioned from middle school to high school, the female

    reactions to my touch brought on more immediate & expressive sexual
    attraction. The younger girls were confused by their feelings, the older
    and sexually active girls weren’t confused at all. They knew they were
    horny.

    Granted, I took off the gloves like when I was out with my Boy Scout

    troop, playing sports at school, and some other social events where
    there were no women around.

    Avoiding girls as a practice, made some people think I was gay; so it

    was a relief when I went off to Perth for Curtin University, where
    being weird was much more acceptable.

    But more to the point here, is I wasn't gay. I really did want a girlfriend.

    In my speech class I met a cute girl named Melody. She was perky, a

    little offbeat, average in size, and she wore her dark hair in very
    feminine pixie cut that showed off her sexy neck.

    Taking a chance, I started to hang out more with Melody and her group

    of friends from Bunbury, a city further south on Australia’s west
    coast. One night she came to a rugby game I was in. Afterward, she came
    down on the field & impulsively leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
    before going home with her gals. I discovered that I could kiss her and
    she was just fine, with no odd side effects.

    A month later, a few of us were in her off-campus apartment after

    class, for lunch. After eating, the others suddenly left for class,
    leaving just the two of us. Mel was looking at my gloved hands. She
    asked why I wore gloves around campus, but not in always? She even saw
    me at Rugby practice last week without gloves on. I tried brushing it
    off with a witty joke. I had several rehearsed one-liners ready, for
    such inquiries. She laughed, then added; “But seriously; why?
    I tried a tall-tale far-fetched narrative for my next come back. That didn’t deter her persistency either.

    I paused, then decided to risk it and just explain to her about the

    gloves and the true impact of my hands, but I think she thought the
    truth was just an even crazier tale to cover for some Obsessive
    Cumpulsive thing on my part.

    "Dennis, do you think it would be okay for me to touch your hands without the gloves? Do you trust me?"

    It had been a few years since the last time I'd deliberately touched a

    woman, and that was in another place, hours away from college. Maybe
    here & now it would be okay? Besides, I was longing to touch her and
    feel her lovely skin.

    "Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you what might happen." With that I removed my gloves.

    "Your hands look so soft! I've never seen a guy with hands as soft as

    yours..." and that's where her sentence ended. Mel had her hand on mine
    and now she had that glazed-over look, which I remembered so well. As
    she sat there staring at me, I took the chance to gently touch her face
    and then steal a caress of her gorgeous neck. That stirred her up a bit.

    "Oh, my God; that's amazing!" she finally said. Then her face turned a little red.

    "What's it like?" I asked her. Hate to admit but I was really curious about it.

    "It's like riding a roller coaster and getting that feeling you get

    when it goes over a hill!" She squirmed in her seat. "Oh, that's doing
    things for me!"

    Then she got up and strided over to her bathroom. I got up and

    cleared the table, grabbed my gloves, then sat on the couch. A couple
    minutes later she came back out, looking calmer. She sat down by me and
    said; “I thought I might have peed my panties. False alarm; sort of.”

    She sat back down at the table & looked at me in wonder as the

    effect started to wear off. "Fuck, Dennis! You weren't lying were you?
    Oh my God, that must have been a bitch to grow up with that. You poor
    thing."

    Her hands impulsively went to mine again, and she touched me before I

    had a chance to react. Her head dropped back against the backrest,
    & her jaw went slack. She just seemed to melt into the couch. I let
    go of her hands and her recovery was a little faster this time. She was
    definitely experiencing it pretty intensely. She was looking at me like
    she was starving and I was a bacon cheeseburger.

    (Yeah, virgin Dennis was stupid enough not to realize that she was sexually aroused.)

    "Oh, my. I think we need to explore this a little more..." she said

    as she reached for me again. This time I pulled my hands back and
    slipped on my gloves.

    "Mel, I think I'm gonna to the library, and maybe let you get yourself together, okay?"

    I stood up and left her on her couch. She looked a little confused so I left, to let her recover in private.

    It was maybe twenty minutes later when she texted me, asking me to

    come back to her place. I sighed and texted back that I was on my way. I
    figured if she was okay enough to text me then she was okay, right?  I
    guess I had some responsibility to make sure she was okay. It was twenty
    minutes for me to walk back to her place.

    When she opened the door for me, I caught my breath. The object of my

    desire was standing before me in a long t-shirt. I immediately noticed
    her stiff nipples, and concluded that the t-shirt was perhaps the only
    thing she was wearing. She still had that craving hungry look.

    She managed to compose herself & politely invite me in, and had me sit on her couch.

    "I think we need to talk." she said, as she sat down next to me and let her soft boob lean against my horny arm.

    "Okay,” I said. “About what?"

    Then she looked me in the eyes and boldly said; "I think you need to

    fuck me so we can find out what this does." She said this with an impish
    smile while reaching for down my cock, which was hard. To be honest,
    I’d been very smitten by Mel since we first met on campus. Hence, it was
    usually hard when I was around Mel, so this wasn't all that remarkable.

    What was remarkable was my virgin cock getting its first female

    attention. I immediately decided that I liked this. Loved this. Quite a
    lot.

    "Mel, this is probably going to be a very bad idea. Are you sure you want to do this, because I know I do."

    She bit her lip and in a very exaggerated nod, said; “God, yes.”

    Leading me to her bedroom, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off

    my shoulders. My shorts came next and I let them drop as I stepped out
    of my sandals. I was almost naked except for my gloves.

    Mel pulled her t-shirt over her head, and there she was. In all her

    feminine glory! She smiled at me and then kissed me lightly on the lips.
    Her hands went to my gloves.

    "Mel, I have to tell you something..."

    She looked a little surprised and she smiled. "Okay, the hand thing

    wasn't enough? What else? And please don’t tell me you have herpes."

    "I'm a virgin."

    She giggled and smiled as she held her hands against her chest, "So

    am I! Isn't this crazy? I was planning to wait, but now all I can think
    about is you!"

    She yanked my arm and tugged me to the bedroom. Then she pulled back

    the blankets and climbed onto the middle of the waterbed. Patting on the
    bed she meant for me to join her.

    My cock jutted out from my body like a diving board. I briefly had an

    ethical discussion with myself about what I was doing and if it was
    fair to Mel. I quickly realized that I loved her, I wanted to be with
    her, and sooner or later we were going to have sex so why not now?
    Besides, she liked me, right?

    I went to get on the bed and had one knee on the blankets when she held up her hand.

    "Gloves. Off. Now."

    I drew in a breath for the moment of truth and took off my gloves.

    Being careful not to touch her too soon I got onto the bed next to her
    and laid on my side. She rolled over to face me, we rocked a bit from
    the waves.

    "Touch me." she said.

    "Where?"

    She smiled. "Any damn where you want. But do it now."

    I slowly moved my hand to her breast and then gently palmed it. Her

    reaction was instant. She sighed as a feeling of arousal and euphoria
    swept over her. I may have been a virgin but I knew what serious arousal
    looked like and this was it! Her face was flush, again.

    The glassy look in her eyes returned, but she held it together

    better. We kissed and started making out. Her hands were all over me and
    my hands were all over her. I noticed that her pelvis was rhythmically
    rocking. I don’t think she knew.

    It wasn't maybe even two or three minutes when she rolled onto her

    back and pulled me on top of her. I had no idea what I was doing but my
    cock certainly knew where it wanted to be and I started pushing and
    prodding.

    "Here." she said, as she reached between us and firmly grabbed my rod

    and guided me until my sensitive tip felt her warm cunt. She moved my
    cock across her furrow a few times and then suddenly I felt the silky
    smooth wetness of her treasures.

    I hesitated and looked into her eyes.

    "Please." she lusted.

    I slipped into her glorious heaven. It was snug and tight and

    shallow, but with a twerk of her hips, she burst open her depths. “Ah,
    ahah!” she groaned for a moment, her eyes expressing some pain.

    And then she rocked her hips up and swallowed my full length. It was

    wet, warm, & snug. And it blew my mind to finally have my cock
    inside the girl of my dreams.

    "Oh, Jesus...fuck..." she uttered as I started to fuck her. Her eyes

    rolled back and then she closed them, panting heavily. She fell limp as
    my hips rose and fell on hers. I'd love to tell you it went on and on
    but, you know...virgin. I was new to this, and too soon I felt my cum
    rising. I think my last wet dream last longer than this.

    The college health class came back to me at that moment. I briefly

    thought about stopping. Then looking at Mel, my desire took over and I
    pressed deep into her and let loose! It felt so great to cum in her. We
    laid there embracing for a few more minutes as her breathing relaxed.

    “Look at me, Dennis,” she said. As I looked at her, she started

    twitching and moaning. Her hips moved to meet mine and I shot out
    another few squirts of cum. We did this routine again, until my cock and
    balls were starting to feel a little sore from the effort.

    When I was done, Mel lay there senseless. She was still twitching and

    moaning, and now her hands felt her own body. It was amazingly erotic.
    This thing she was doing went on and on, but then tapered off for
    several minutes at which point she fell soundly asleep.

    I got up and turned around to look at the lovely woman who gave

    herself to me. I looked down at my spent dick. It had a bit of a blood
    stain at the base. I guess this is what’s referred to as ‘popping her
    cherry?’

    I grabbed my clothes and took a quick rinse in her shower, then got

    dressed enough to be presentable. Sitting down in her living room I
    fiddled with my hands and eventually turned on the TV. The sun set in
    the west. Right around eight o’clock  I heard her stirring.

    When she came out of the bedroom she had this silly smile on her

    face. And the t-shirt. Just the t-shirt. I could tell she was still
    aroused. Anyone would have seen that.

    "Lover, that was absolutely fucking ah, mazing!"

    "You're okay?" Really I was concerned for her. I loved her after all.

    She sat down on the couch next to me and kissed me. "I'm fine. I had no idea that was what sex was supposed to be like. Fuck."

    Her hand went to my chest.

    "Dennis, you're like the best psych drug ever invented!"

    "You've done drugs?" I asked.

    "Only when I had my wisdom teeth pulled. And this was way the fuck

    better than that! When your dick touched me it was like the whole world
    felt at peace and everything was going to be wonderful and then you
    started fucking me. Damn, that was intense! When you came in me it was
    like getting injected with a rainbow!"

    She went on and on about the experience, and as she did it was pretty

    clear she wanted more. I touched her face and she flushed with arousal;
    and this time we didn't even make it back to the bed. I fucked her
    right there on the couch.

    I lasted a little longer before I felt the unstoppable urge to cum in her. This time she gave a little cry and then fell limp.

    It took me a little time to calm down and when I did, I picked up Mel

    and carried her to the bedroom. She was totally passed out and I
    figured to let her sleep it off so after covering her up I got dressed
    and headed to my dorm.

    She called me late the next morning, explaining how she'd slept in

    and missed her morning classes. She didn't seem to care about it too
    much, and told me she would make her afternoon classes. But she also
    insisted I had to come over for dinner.

    Naturally I spent my time in class thinking about Mel. By the time I

    made it to her place I was getting hard before I got to her door; with
    the near certainty that I was going to get laid.

    When she opened her door for me she radiated sexiness. Her movements

    were different and she simply appeared more beautiful than before. It
    harkened to me some classic literature references to ‘the power of a
    woman’s glamour’, her charms, as another author phrased it. She was a
    new woman. A viral woman, a woman awakened to seduction and seducing.
    There was also a resoluteness to her now, and she made clear that she
    desired me.

    I knew that most of this was from my condition, the potent effect of

    my bare hands upon a female prospect. Still, it was getting me laid,
    right?

    We made it through dinner and then we managed to talk for a short

    time. Mel was amazed at herself for what she was doing with me. She said
    it was totally against her nature and upbringing to have given up her
    virginity, and to keep risking pregnancy with me; but she couldn't help
    herself.

    Twenty minutes later she passed out after I'd filled her cunt again.

    As she lay there sleeping it off I realized that when she got a dose

    of my cum it was sedating her, so the little swimmers in my semen would
    have time to travel upstream into her womb. I looked at the sleeping
    girl and realized that my cum was doing double duty trying to get her
    pregnant.

    When she woke up, she wanted to go again and so did my cock.

    In due time, she quit school because she didn't care about it

    anymore. And then the day she told me she was pregnant, the tears were
    flowing and she was crying...right until I took off my gloves and
    touched her face. I took her to visit my parents that next weekend;
    apprehensive of my parents’ reaction.

    My father spoke first; “Son, this is a huge relief. My health issues

    require that I stop ranching, or get a lot of help. I was hoping to
    delay the matter until you finish college, but I was going to ask you to
    come home and take over the business. If the two of you could settle
    down here with us, I’ll get the home builders out here, next week. We’d
    just gotten our first royalty check from the new natural gas wells that
    were drilled last year. Dad needed a way to reinvest it in the ranch, or
    he’d have to pay some very high taxes on the windfall.

    We got married the following month in Mel’s home town. Then my

    parents threw a big reception at the family ranch a few weeks later.

    As the baby grew Mel became very calm and tranquil. She definitely

    had a ‘baby glow’. We'd still fuck and it still had the same effect on
    her; but even when we weren't fucking she'd still be very Zen-like.

    I understood it, when the baby was born; and Mel would get a sedated,

    glazed-over expression whenever little Gary (named after my father),
    put his hands on her tits and latched on to suckle them. It didn’t
    sexually arouse her, but it still sent her into a trance-like condition.

    My boy was going to be a chip off the old block! I nicknamed him ‘Chip’.

    By Baztrachian for Literotica

    Story 2: New Step Siblings In Aussie Lockdown

    Teens meet in Melbourne for their parents’ wedding, then get left together in locked-down Australia.

    By Baztrachian

    When my father told me that he was getting married again I accepted

    it as good news. He'd been alone and depressed since the divorce and
    when he met Debbie she clearly brought back his smile and his joy. So of
    course I was happy for him.

    It was just after Thanksgiving in 2019 when they decided on getting

    married the following June. The plan was for four of us to take a family
    trip together instead of doing the traditional honeymoon vacation. The
    four of us included my father, Debbie, myself, and my new step-sister,
    Taylor. The June date was set to coincide with Taylor graduating high
    school.

    Taylor was pretty happy about the plan to take a trip to Australia

    because their drinking laws would allow even a freshly minted eighteen
    year old to enjoy a visit to a bar.

    Over the ensuing months I got to know Taylor fairly well and we ended

    up getting along despite some serious differences. Where I was a
    devoted outdoorsman who loved hiking, off-road sports, climbing, and
    working out Taylor was your typical ginger. She was alabaster white and
    would get sunburned if she was in the sun for much more than a few
    minutes. She was also nearsighted and she had to wear glasses to see
    past her arm. She was cute in a dorky sort of way and I had no problem
    enjoying her company.

    The news of COVID started up in January but most everyone I knew

    dismissed it as being an overhyped flu. Granted, we took it more
    seriously as time went on but we still had plans to visit Australia and
    we kept to them.

    The wedding took place the weekend after Taylor's graduation. The

    next morning was a flurry of activity as we headed off to the airport.
    There had been a lockdown in Melbourne that May but it ended soon enough
    that our plans were not affected. It wasn't easy to get into Australia
    but we did and when we arrived we headed off to the house we'd rented
    for the vacation. We'd be there three weeks and we'd head home on July
    9th just as planned. One thing we quickly discovered is that July is in
    the depths of winter, for the Aussies.

    The rental house was pretty amazing. It was in the town of Port

    Campbell situated on the ocean and that meant I had quite a lot to do
    every day. I quickly found myself a kayak and spent several of my days
    exploring the coast and getting in some decent fishing. My father and
    Debbie had a good time, of course, and Taylor made the best of it
    staying in the shade and catching up on her books.

    You know how when you go on vacation you allow yourself to detach

    from the world and not have much care for the news? Yep, that was our
    mistake. Living in our little vacation bubble we had no idea that not
    only had COVID not blown over but it was getting worse.

    We only got an idea that things were getting serious when my father

    got a toothache and decided to cut the honeymoon short by a couple days
    and go home.

    39 min
  • Tutoring Tess
    Tutoring Tess.

    Neighbor's daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons.

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

     I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn't much with just myself left in the house. My son Steve, had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life.

    Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door.

     When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. Now she'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated when Marie had died.

    "Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?"

    "Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you'd be able to help me?"

    "Okays, I don't know how much help I can really be, but I can try. High school was an awful long time ago for me! Come on in."

    Tess followed me into the living room and I asked her "Do you want a drink, I've got water, soda pop, juice, or milk."

    "Water's fine" she said.

    I poured two glasses and came back, handing her one as she sat there on my sofa. "What's with the outfit, Tess?Are you on the gymnastics team?"

    "No, I started going with Betty Anderson, to yoga classes. She wanted someone to go with her since she just moved to town and hasn't made many friends. I'm really loving it and I wish I'd started earlier."

    "Ah, good for you. I've been doing karate since Steve was 10. I still do the kattas and help test the lower belts. It's great for fitness and staying limber, now that I've cross the big 5 Oh.
    But, how can I help with any homework subjects? My knowledge of high school math is really out of date you know."

    She was fidgeting and blushing, as she sat there clutching her drink and a textbook. Finally she exhaled and said "Human sexuality" as she held up the book.

    I blinked at her, nonplussed. What are they teaching kids these days? The only response I could muster was "Um, what?"

    She set down her book, took a drink, then set her glass on the coffee table. "Mr. Brock…"

    "Call me Ken, please."

    ". Ken. I, I want to learn about um, you know, sex. I, my friends, they're all starting to do stuff, to fool around, and I um, I want to learn too but I'm afraid."

    I sat there looking at her, unable to process what she was saying. She grew more agitated, and blushed even more. Tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks. If I have one weakness, it's a crying woman. I got up and moved to sit beside her and wrapped my arms around her.

    Tess sobbed and clutched at me, crying into my shoulder. After a few minutes she pulled back, and I let her go. "Will you teach me?" she asked.

    Oh fuck no, I thought.

    "That depends on what you want to learn."

    "I want to learn about sex. I want to learn everything, I want you to teach me."

    "Oh. How old are you now, Tess?"

    "I'm sixteen and a half.My birthday is in a month. I'm old enough to learn about this."

    Oh crap. This is bad. Really, really bad. "You may think you're old enough, but not for me, that's for sure. You're not even an adult in the eyes of the law. I'm sorry Tess, I can't help you with this."

    Tears started dripping again as she spoke. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with this. It's just, like, all my friends, they're doing stuff, and I feel left out, I want to, but I'm scared. They all say sex is painful, or uncomfortable, or just, not great. Stuff I've read, and stuff I've watched on the internet, makes it sound like sex should be really good, really fun, but my friends say it's not. I want to learn the right way, so it's good for me."

    Wow. What the hell are her friends doing? Ah, right, teenage boys. Worse than useless. Maybe I can't do anything with her, but I can help.

    "Ok, I am not going to teach you, at least not any hands-on lessons, but I will offer you some advice."

    She straightened up a bit, and wiped her eyes. God she was so beautiful. Very girl-next-door wholesome. The last thing she deserved was some idiot teenage boy humping at her for 30 seconds and then running off to brag about his prowess to his idiot friends.

    "My first piece of advice is to masturbate."

    She looked confused now. "You want me to what?"

    "Masturbate, play with yourself. Look, how will you ever be able to tell your lover what you want and how you want it unless you know yourself? Get comfortable with yourself, learn how to please yourself, learn what makes your orgasms great."

    She was staring wide eyed at me now, as my words started to sink in. "How do I do that?" she asked.

    "Look up female masturbation videos. Watch and learn, and practice."

    "Okay" she said, "What else?"

    "Buy a toy. Get a marital aid, a dildo, so you can practice feeling what intercourse is like. You can use other things, but it's better and safer to use the right tools for the job. Look up a sex shop or stag shop. I'll even go shopping for you if you want."

    "Oh, yes, would you, please?"

    "Certainly. Now, once you are comfortable with your own sexuality, and you find someone you want to be with, make sure you tell them what you like. Don't be afraid to be demanding about what they're doing. They either do it right or you kick them out of bed."

    She giggled at this, which I thought was incredibly cute. "Don't discount female lovers either. They like sex exactly the way you do. Once you get good at masturbation you'll be able to please another girl quite well."

    "I don't think I want to do that, I like boys." she said.

    "You mean 'men;' not 'boys'. That's exactly why your friends are having lousy sex. They're playing with boys."

    She nodded, so I continued. "Guys like oral sex too. In fact, if you're good at blowjobs you won't have to put up with their inept antics in bed. That's another use for the dildo, to practice oral sex. And if a guy starts to hump your face, if he starts grabbing you and pushing, bite him. You don't have to take that if you don't want it. If it's something you enjoy, then let him play, but otherwise he is there to please you, not the other way around."

    Tess was smiling now, tears all but forgotten. She hugged me, and said "Thank you. I will follow your advice Mr, uh, . Ken."

    I picked up her book, flipped through it quickly, and found the section on female anatomy. I showed her the diagram and said "Learn what all your parts are, what they're for, and how they work. This is a good place to start. I'll find you a toy tomorrow and you can stop by to pick it up on Tuesday, OK?"

    She nodded, saying "Thank you", and repeated herself after hugging me again.

    Once she'd left I locked the door and went upstairs with a laundry basket. I dropped the basket on the bed and went into my bathroom. I had such a wicked hard-on, I just had to get some relief. The very idea that the literal girl next door wanted me to teach her about sex, had me hard as steel.

    She might be jailbait but I could still follow my own advice, and masturbate. Of course I didn't last long at all, but I wasn't trying to last.

    I went shopping for Tess on Monday, picking out a nice realistic looking dildo and a bottle of personal lubricant. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I chose one that was almost exactly my size. The girl at the checkout looked kind of funny at me, so I smiled and said "Gift for a friend

    Tess knocked on my door the next afternoon, when she got home from school. We exchanged greetings and I handed her the plain brown paper bag. She wanted to pay me for it but I told her it was a gift. l got a hug in return and she practically scampered next door. I silently wished her luck." It's great to see Tess feeling more confident about her sexuality. I'm still amazed that I'm the one she turned to for help.

    The thought of this girl using her new toy to explore herself, gave me fodder for my own playtime for the next week. She may not even be 17, but she's unbelievably sexy.

    Afterwards I only saw her in passing, as usual, and we'd wave and say 'Hi'. She looked happy and cheerful, and I assumed her self-directed lessons were going well, as she hadn't returned for any more advice. Part of me assumed she'd developed a romantic relationship and was handling things just fine.

    Life went on, I kept busy at work, and did yard maintenance, laundry, and all the usual stuff around the house. I wasn't into playing sports, so I went to the gym a few days a week to keep in shape. My woodworking hobby morphed from a strictly power tool shop to using a lot more hand tools. It was slower paced but I found it a lot more rewarding. Thoughts of Tess faded away. I had my 'internet videos & pics' to keep me occupied when I needed it. I had no interest in pursuing a new love this late in life, so i wasn't dating or putting myself out there.

    That was more than a year ago. Today I was in the basement shop, planing a cherry table top. It was good physical labour, and I was sweating a bit as I worked. I heard the doorbell, so I set the plane aside and brushed the shavings off my pants.

    The bell rang again as I hurried up the stairs, yelling "Coming!" I pulled the door open to find Tess standing there smiling at me. "Oh, Hi there, Tess. I haven't seen you around for a while. How've you been?"

    "Hi . Ken! I just wanted to stop by for a visit, if that's OK?"

    "Uh, sure, come on in, can I get you a drink or something?"

    "Water would be fine, thanks."

    I poured two glasses and brought them to the living room. We sipped and she set her glass down.

    "So what brings you by today?" I asked.

    "Same as last time." she said with a demure smile.

    Last time? Shit, last time she wanted me to 'teach' her about sex. I choked on my drink.

    "Uh, Last time?" I said faintly.

    "I'm here for my next lesson. I turned 18 a month ago," She beamed. "And now I want you to finish teaching me about sex."

    Holy fucking mother of god. She was back, and she was more beautiful than ever. She'd matured more since she was 16, with such a pretty face and solid, slim figure. I could see how nice that figure was, because she wasn't hiding it. The spandex yoga pants and body-hugging leotard top revealed much of her full bosom. The deep scoop neckline plunged below where a bra would have been revealed. Her nipples were hard and elevated.

    I didn't realize that I hadn't responded to her.

    "Well? Will you? Please?" she asked. "I've waited two years you know. And I followed all your advice too. I'm ready for the next lesson."

    "But why me, you're stunningly beautiful, you could have any guy you wanted."

    "I know. And I want you." She said with resolve.

    She then kicked off her sandals and stood up. Reaching behind her neck, she undid the tie holding up her hair. It came undone. Then she slipped one shoulder out of her thin stretchy yoga outfit, then the other and her two hands deftly slip the whole workout suit to her ankles slithered to the floor, pooling around her feet. All she had on now was a pair of lacy peach panties

    God she was perfect. Chestnut hair, falling about her shoulders. High, firm, fully tanned breasts with neat brown areolas and stiff looking nipples; her slender waist flared into nicely curved hips, which continued in a graceful curve down her thighs.

    Tess stepped towards me, and held out her hand. I reached out and took it. God help me, this was so wrong, but I was literally unable to resist her. She pulled gently and I rose to my feet, stunned by her presence. A tug on my hand was all she had to provide to get me in motion, and I followed her from the living room.

    She led me to the top of the stairs, hypnotizing me with the sway of her ass; then stopped and asked in a sultry voice "Which way is the bedroom?"

    "This way" I said, pointing to the right. I continued to follow her, into my room, where she stopped, turned, and stood with her arm wrapped around the tall bedpost at the foot of my queen bed. "Tess…" I croaked in a strained voice.

    "This is what I wanted back then, when I came to you two years ago. It's still what I want now. You said I was too young. I'm an adult now, and I want this, I want you."

    "Oh god, Tess. I want to say no, I should say no, I have to say no, but I can't. You're so perfect, so beautiful, so delightful, and I can't tell you no."

    She smiled, and oh man, she was so stunningly beautiful it made me weak at the knees. Like a fucking goddess. And like a goddess, no mere mortal like me could refuse her.

    "Make love to me, . Ken." She said, in a low sultry voice.

    I peeled off my polo shirt and tossed it aside. The rest of my clothing quickly followed, and I stood before her as aroused as I had ever been in my life. Her smile broadened and she laughed lightly, saying "Oh you're perfect! You're just like that wonderful dildo that you gave me to practice on!"

    I remembered the dildo I bought her years ago, and recalled that that was exactly what I'd picked out for her. I just smiled back at her and gave a little shrug. She laughed again and beckoned me forward. The goddess pulls the strings and the puppet moves to her will. Where did she get such sexual confidence and assertiveness?

    I took her hand and walked over to the side of the bed, where I sat and guided her onto my lap, and kissed her.

    She sighed into the kiss, and melted against me. Her skin was so soft, her warm, fragrant body so supple and firm at the same time. We kissed for a while, and I moved my attentions from her lips to her jawline, then to her earlobes, and finally her neck.

    Tess was cooing and sighing in my arms, her firm breasts and taught nipples pressed to me. I kissed her again, harder, and brought my tongue into it. Hers came back at me to play, and we tasted each other for a while more.

    When she started to writhe in a subtle manner I knew she was truly aroused, so I moved her over to lie back on the bed. Awestruck, I gazed at her, reddish brown hair fanning out on the bed, firm breasts sitting high on her chest, defying gravity and anatomy alike. I swooped down upon her breasts, stroking, kissing, licking, and fondling her magnificence.

    Those coos and sighs continued, and she started adding words to her breathless sounds. "Don't touch my nipples yet" she whispered, as she directed me to the valley between her tits. I moved to the undersides of them, and thence to her areolas, as I progressed along my slow, wonderful tour.

    Finally, with a moan and a push, she led me to the end of this part of our journey. Set in goose-bumped areolas, her swollen, highly sensitive nipples were my last target. I began with gentle licks, then small kisses, on one, then the other, and back. Then it was nibbles, fingers rolling them, sucking them, pressing them, and manipulating her nipples as many ways as I could. She began to writhe beneath me, her words tapering off into moans and gasps. No longer directing me, I played, I explored, I teased and tantalized her. A shudder, followed by a long sighing gasp was the signal she was done with this, and she gently pushed me away.

    "Oh, . Ken, that was wonderful! Thank you. Now lay back, I want to explore you."

    I did as she bid, and Tess started touching, stroking, fondling, and kissing her way from my ears to my toes. She didn't spend too long in any one place, and she avoided my cock completely. Little questions, do I like this, or that, and little comments about what she found or liked, interspersed her explorations. She found some ticklish places, and she also found some really arousing places too. Places my wife had never found, places I never suspected I had.

    By now, there was a puddle of pre-cum on my abdomen, and she shifted her position to inspect me more closely. She lifted my cock and licked the most recent droplet from it. Then she dipped her head down and lapped up that puddle. My stomach muscles flexed and clenched as she tickled me with her agile tongue. She giggled at my 'gut reaction' as she called it.

    Then the most wondrous sensation hit my rigid cock. Her mouth closed over me, and that agile tongue found a new place to play. My late wife hadn't been much for blowjobs, so this was a rare treat indeed for me. Last time would have been probably 25 years ago. And it didn't stop with her tongue, amazing as it was. My shaft began to disappear into her mouth bit by bit, as she bobbed up and down ever so slowly. I stared stunned and slack-jawed in amazement as Tess worked my cock into her throat.

    I kept my hands to myself, clutching the duvet, and desperately willed myself not to cum. Alas, this last was in vain, because this goddess continued to pull strings on her mortal puppet. She wanted me to cum, so cum I would, whether I wanted to or not. I groaned and muttered "I'm gonna cum" through gritted teeth. She heeded my warning by humming and pulling back until just my head was in her warm wet mouth. She redoubled her efforts with her tongue, swirling around and around my throbbing manhood. With a whimper I came, shaking and pulsing over and over into her eager mouth. She swallowed my load and kept licking and sucking until I wilted in her mouth.

    "How was that?" she asked.

    "Oh god, Tess, that was the best I ever had."

    She giggled again. "I'm just glad you picked a toy the right size. Practice makes perfect. Although my toy doesn't cum like you do, that was a bit of a surprise. It doesn't taste bad at all, but the texture is weird."

    As I listened to her words, she made me wonder, and I had to ask. "Was that your first real blowjob?"

    "Uh huh. First ever. It was good?"

    "Like I said, best ever. I can't believe that was your first time doing this!"

    "First time for real, it was always just my toy before now."

    "Wow."

    "Now it's your turn to please me" she said, rolling onto her back and tugging my arm. Those strings again, pulling me wither she desired, and this time it was her most private place. I used my hands and forearms, my lips and tongue, to stroke and touch her all over. It was my turn to find her interesting places, her ticklish spots, and make her squirm in anticipation.

    I touched her face and neck, kissing and stroking, and proceeded to her shoulders and arms. Another chance to play with her lovely breasts was not to be denied either, and I did indeed have her squirming now. I worked my way down her body, making sure to test every place I could for sexual suitability. She directed me to a few places that she liked, and I found some spots she didn't yet know about. She began to get more vocal, calling my name occasionally, giving hints and feedback and directions, interwoven with a progressively louder and more varied series of moans and gasps.

    I stopped, and rose to preview what I was about to acquire. I softly brushed my fingers all around her panties, and her movements became more erratic, changing from a slow undulation to twitching and shuddering. Slowly, I peeled the bright yellow lace from her hips. I could scent her now, a wonderful mix of the robust and the delicate at the same time. She had a beautiful reddish-brown bush, lush and soft, that led to her sex.

    I nuzzled her lovely triangle of fur, all the while drawing in her heady aroma. I discarded her panties now, and her legs fell open to my gaze. Beautiful. Exquisite, even. Her lightly furred vulva surrounded a pair of dark-edged lips, glistening with the source of that scent I was enjoying. I pushed her legs farther apart and looked up at her. She smiled back at me and said "Teach me". Fuck.

    A lick, along her slit, hammered my senses of taste and smell, filling me with her. She was sour and sweet and floral and meaty, with a little saltiness from her sweat. I moaned into her as I plowed her with my tongue again, deeper, harder. More contact, more flavour, more joy! I pulled back and looked for her clit. That little peak in her folds held a secret I wanted to discover. I drove my tongue into her again and licked all the way up to try and find her clitoris. It was there, small, but firm, still buried in those folds, I could feel it. She could too, based on how she squeaked and jumped when I hit the right spot.

    Her breathing was getting faster, and her thighs were flexing, so I assumed she was very

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