The Tiffany Exhibition: Part 2

Pete was retired and seeing the US. Then Tracey came along.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.  The ‘workaholic’ retires.It's amazing how much time you have once you retire. You have nowhere to be at any certain time and no people you just have to be there to meet. You have no deadlines and no tasks that absolutely have to be done before the corporate visit on Tuesday. It's like a curtain between you and your life has been lifted and you can see yourself doing what you always wanted to do.That's what I thought I was going to see when I cleaned out my desk and went to the retirement party at my office. It was exciting to know that no longer would my life be dictated by some corporate edict or some problem that had to be solved right now if the entire business wasn't going to immediately collapse.It was just that way for about a month. I could stay up late or go to bed early depending upon how I felt. I could watch movies on cable any time I wanted instead of falling asleep in the middle when watching at night. I could do anything I wanted to do; except after a month I didn't know what that was because I'd already done everything I could think of doing. There was a reason for that, and the reason started bothering me because of George Mills.I was one of those guys who worked twelve hours a day at my office and then worked another couple hours at home. George was one of those guys too. George lasted six months after he retired before keeling over in his neighbor's back yard and croaking. It was at his funeral I realized George had never said anything about any hobbies or anything except work. He even had a complete set of work files in his home office that he kept updated to the current information so he could work at home. His wife said George had a heart attack, but I figured George had just given up because without his job, he had no reason to keep living.I didn't want to go down that same road, but it looked like that was where I was headed. After a month, it was hard to get out of bed, shower and shave, and then get dressed. Other than a weekly trip to the grocery store for some frozen dinners and some beer, I just sat in my house. It was still winter, and when spring finally made the grass grow, I'd have to mow about once a week, but that was all I had to look forward to.When I got home from George's funeral, I sat down and took stock of where I was in life. My list was both encouraging and a little dissappointing.Youthful Infatuation Goes Bad.The worst mistake I'd made was marrying Marsha when I was twenty and still in college. It was a time we were both studying hard during the week and playing hard on the weekends. When we graduated, me with a degree in engineering and Marsha with a degree in finance, it was still good for the first couple of years. After that, the marriage went downhill pretty fast.It wasn't a money problem because we were both making good salaries. The problem was me. I know that. I couldn't stop working, even on the weekends, but Marsha wanted to go out and have fun on those weekends. She finally started going out by herself and in the process, met a guy who didn't work all day, every day, and then come home and work at night too. After the second year, we had a serious talk and decided to split and go our separate ways. Marsha didn't want anything from me, so other than spending about two months salary on a lawyer in case she changed her mind, it didn't cost me anything except my time and a lot of soul searching.That soul searching led me to realize I probably wasn't going to change relative to my work habits, so another woman probably was going to work out the same way. I dated a little at first, but it never worked out because there was always some important project I had to finish. After I canceled a date or two, she'd tell me she had already made other plans. I finally stopped trying.The Bachelor Life.All that work did get me a rapid rise in my company, then a higher paying job at another, and then another until by the age of sixty, I wasn't a millionaire, but I had enough in the bank I didn't have to work to live comfortably. I'd bought and paid for a pretty nice house, drove a new car every couple of years, and in general was pretty happy with my life.I retired that year thinking I was young enough I'd still have time to catch up with everything I'd missed. What I ended up being was lost with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I needed some way to occupy my time or I was going to end up like George.One afternoon, I was sitting on my couch and watching a travel show about national parks when I thought maybe I had an answer to my problem.After a lot of thought, I'd figured out that work had given me three things I needed to be happy - something to plan for, something to do to follow that plan, and a way to keep learning. I'd looked at a bunch of hobbies other people enjoy, but none of them really interested me. They either required a lot of equipment and space or took a long time to learn. Watching about national parks was a different story. All I needed to go to a national park was me and I didn't need to learn anything first. I'd learn just by going there.How to travel was the next question. Though my job had required flying a lot, I never liked it. I always felt like I was trapped in an aluminum tube and couldn't do anything to help myself is something happened. Driving wasn't that way. If I wanted to stop to look at something, I could stop. If I was hungry, I could get something to eat. If I was tired, no matter what time of day, I could just pull into a hotel and get a room.Hitting the Road.After a little figuring of costs, it looked like traveling around to parks might be fun, but it would be pretty expensive what with the cost of hotel rooms and eating out all the time. There was also the problem of my house. I couldn't just leave it empty for a month at a time, and a month is about what it would take to get to and back from some of the parks I found that interested me. I was driving back from grocery shopping one afternoon when the answer pulled up beside me.The motorhome looked huge, but the driver wasn't having any trouble negotiating the traffic. It just took longer to change lanes and a lot longer to accelerate. All I knew about motorhomes was that you could live in them, so I started doing some investigating on the internet. What I found convinced me this was the answer to most of my problems.I looked at several types, and decided the type they call "Class A" was what I wanted. I didn't need to be able to sleep six people, but they were big enough they wouldn't feel like living in a closet and they were really nice inside. They all had heaters for winter and air conditioning for summer, and even though most campsites had receptacles for electricity, the big motorhomes had on-board generators for power. I could park it anywhere and still have all the comforts of home.There were a lot of them for sale within a hundred miles of me, so I took several trips to look at different makes and models. I knew I wanted one less than forty feet long, because my research found out that some states and some campsites have a length limit of forty feet.After looking at a lot and driving a few, I decided a Thor Challenger was what I wanted. It had everything I could ever want plus some. The driver's seat and passenger's seat were more like living room chairs than car seats. It had a little kitchen with a microwave, a two burner propane stove, and a sink. I only needed one bathroom, but it came with two and they weren't really much smaller than the bathroom in most apartments. One had a shower, and one had a tub with shower.It was roomy on the inside too, thanks to three sections that extended a few feet once it was parked and leveled. Those extensions made it possible to have a king-size bed in the main bedroom and a double bed in the living area that folded up into a couch for the wide-screen television set on the opposite wall. It had a surprising amount of closet space too, and the kitchen had room to store pots and pans and a small pantry.One thing I really liked was the full size refrigerator. A lot of the smaller RV's had tiny little refrigerators. I didn't want to be grocery shopping every day. The damned thing also had three television sets all cable ready - one in the master bedroom, one across from the couch, and one on the outside under the electrically extended patio awning.It had power everything, including a system that self-leveled it when parked. I didn't realize I needed that until the salesman explained that most campsites aren't level, so without it, I'd be jacking it up level by hand.The price he quoted me was just shy of two-hundred thousand, but I'd expected that and I had a plan. If I was driving all over the US, I wouldn't need my house, and my house would more than pay for the Thor and still leave quite a bit to add to my travel cash. A month later, I sold my house and everything the Thor already had that I didn't need two of. After I picked up the Thor and temporarily parked it at a local campsite, I was ready to start except for my car.I'd seen a lot of cars towed behind motorhomes, but I really didn't see the need. Most grocery stores have huge parking lots, so I could just drive the Thor to a Walmart and get my groceries before I parked for the night. It took another week to sell my car.The day after the check for my car cleared, I emptied the black water tanks, filled the clean water tank, and then drove to a gas station. Seeing the dollars add up when I filled the eighty gallon fuel tank was a bit of a shock, but I'd figured the fuel cost into my travel budget. The Thor was supposed to average about seven miles to the gallon, so fuel would still be cheaper than driving my car, eating every meal in a restaurant, and paying for hotel rooms.It was June by then and the days were warming up in the northern states, so my plan was to head North from Nashville and drive across Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Washington and then turn South. Depending upon how long that took, I'd go South for the winter through California, then turn East and drive to Florida. That plan was pretty flexible. I wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere.I'd already seen as much of Chicago as I wanted, so I bypassed it and headed into Wisconsin.I didn't push my schedule. Driving time was from about nine in the morning until three in the afternoon. Then I'd start looking for an RV campsite on the GPS unit. The point was to enjoy the drive and I did. Sitting up so high, I could see for miles ahead of me, and I could also look down into the cars that passed me.Sightseeing in the other lane.Just watching the country change was worth the drive. It was relaxing just driving along and watching the fields and forests go by and watching the other people in their cars. Sometimes, those people weren't really relaxing. The first day, I realized what I'd read about what truckers saw was true.The rear facing camera on the Thor had picked up the black SUV when it passed the semi behind me except it didn't just pass. It pulled up to go around the semi, but slowed to the truck's speed for about thirty seconds before driving on toward me.When it got closer, in my side mirror I could see a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. When it passed me, it did the same thing as when it passed the truck. When the SUV was even with my side window, it started pacing me When I looked down into the passenger window, there was a woman sitting there, only she wasn't just sitting. She was slumped down and her top was unbuttoned and pulled away from her naked breasts, and those breasts were pretty impressive.She looked up a me, grinned, and then lifted her breasts and sort of wobbled them up and down. Then she licked her lips, took a nipple in the fingers of each hand and pulled her big breasts into long cones. As the SUV accelerated, she smiled and waved.Well, that was pretty weird, I thought, but it was just the start. I never realized there were so many women who apparently like showing themselves to complete strangers. There weren't hundreds, but over the next few weeks if I was driving past a large city on a weekend, I'd see at least one. I saw more bare breasts than I'd ever seen outside of movies on cable.There were also a couple who were covered on top but naked from the waist down and obviously masturbating. One was even completely naked. As that sedan drove along beside me for almost a minute and the woman worked her fingers in and out, she looked up at me and pursed her lips in a kiss. Right before the sedan drove on, the driver reached over and pinched her left nipple, the woman's mouth opened in a little "O" shape and she arched up as far as the seat belt would let her and her thighs started to quiver.Well, I might have been sixty, but I wasn't immune to what a naked woman can do to a man. Some of those women were young, but most seemed to be more mature, mature enough I'd have loved meeting them and wouldn't have felt like I was screwing some college girl. Most were with a man so I figured he was into showing off his wife or girlfriend and might not mind sharing her. There were a couple where the driver was a woman too, and I wondered if they were both into the exhibitionist thing and if they both might like a little sack time with an agreeable guy.Nights in the RV.I would have been more than agreeable to both those little fantasies. It had been a long time since I'd slept with a woman, but I hadn't lost the urge. It was my damned job that stopped me from trying. I never met any women except the women at work and they were all married or too young. Oh, there were the checkout girls at the grocery store. Most of them weren't married, but they were even younger than the women at my job. Most looked young enough they were probably still in high school.The first night I pulled into a camping spot was also interesting and made me think I'd chosen the right way to spend my time. I'd leveled the Thor and was hooking up my electric, black water and clean water connections when a guy walked up with two beers, handed me one, and said "Hi. Haven't seen you before. Where you from?"That night, I found out a lot of the people at RV campgrounds know each other. I thought my idea of living in an RV all the time was probably unique, but a lot of people were doing the same thing. They'd hook up at an RV camp from time to time and share stories of what they'd seen and done. It was almost like there was an extended family of RV campers out there. By the time we all went back to our RV's for bed, it was almost midnight and I'd made a bunch of new friends. Well, truth be told, they were the first actual friends I'd had in a long time. I'd worked with a lot of people but was too busy to make friends with any of them.Most were about my age and were making the best of their retirement by seeing the US. While some still had permanent homes somewhere, for many their motor home was the only home they had. They'd plan their trip to be at a daughter or son's home for the holidays, but other than that, they lived, as one woman told me, "Free as when we were twenty and just married with no kids."As I motored through Wisconsin and then into North Dakota, I kept seeing a few of the same people, and I met a lot more when I parked for the night. It was always the same. I'd pull into my spot and hook up. While I was doing that, somebody would walk over to say hello and invite me to spend some time with them.Most of the RV parks also had tent camping sites, but those were usually used by younger couples, often with kids along once the schools let out. I like kids, but I also like quiet, so I usually asked for a site some distance away from the tent spots.Weather Hits Without Warning.One afternoon when I was rolling through Fargo, North Dakota it was raining like hell, and I mean raining so hard my windshield wipers were barely keeping up. I'd seen the weather forecast and knew that was probably going to happen, so I'd called ahead for a reservation and booked it with my credit card. It was a good thing I had, because when I pulled into the campground, there was only one spot left and that spot was next to the tent sites.After pulling onto the pad, I leveled the Thor and ran out the extensions but didn't go out to hook anything up. My holding tanks were far from full and I had most of the 150 gallons of fresh water left in the water tank. The generator came to life when I started it so I had electricity for everything.The rain let up about half an hour later while I was deciding what I was going to have for dinner. It was then, a Jeep Wrangler drove into the tent site beside me. A woman got out, opened the back, and pulled out a bag. In the bag was a tent, and she started setting it up. It wasn't a big tent like the families I'd seen using, but it was big enough it was taking her a while.She had the back poles in place and was working on the poles at the entrance when it started raining again. In less than a minute, I figured she was soaked through to the skin and she still didn't have the tent so it would stand up by itself. She wasn't going to get it to stand up either. The wind that blew in the rain wasn't especially strong, but the tent was acting like the sail on a sailboat and it was obvious she wasn't strong enough to control it.I opened the side door on the Thor and yelled, "Hey, there. You're not getting anywhere. Come inside until this rain blows over".She looked up, gave me a funny look, but then ran over to the door and stepped inside. She said, "Thanks. I thought I could get my tent up before it started raining again, but I was getting drenched out there", then chuckled."I think I better just stand here until it quits or I'll drip all over your floor."I didn't quite know what to say because she was the first woman I'd met in anything resembling a social environment in years. All I could do for a few seconds was look at her.She wasn't the young girl I'd expected to see. She looked about my age or maybe a little younger but I could see a few strands of sliver in her wet brunette hair. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that were both soaked through, and that wet T-shirt was sort of stuck to the bra holding her big breasts. When she smiled at me, I snapped out of my trance."No, the floor is vinyl and it'll mop up just fine. Come on inside and dry off".She frowned at me."No, thank you, unless your wife has a robe or something I can wear."I figured when I said I wasn't married, she'd think the worst and leave. I didn't want her to do that."Ma'am, I'm not married, but I might be able to find something you could wear. I think you have a bigger problem than that though. You didn't get your tent set up so it'll be as wet on the inside as on the outside. You don't have anyplace to sleep even if it does stop raining."She frowned at me again."I can sleep in my Jeep, thank you. I've done it before and it didn't kill me.""What about eating? I don't think you're going to be able to start a fire or light a stove in the rain."She cocked her head."Are you asking me to spend the night with you?""No, I'm just offering you a dry place to sleep, right here on my couch by yourself, and something hot to eat. Oh; and something to wear until your clothes dry out or you can get some dry ones."She was still looking at me with her head cocked to one side, so I tried to explain myself."Ma'am, I've only been doing this for a few weeks, but one thing I've learned is most of the campers are friendly people who help each other out. That's all I'm trying to do. I'm not trying to suggest anything else."She looked at me for what had to be a minute, but then she smiled."I guess it would be a lot nicer here than outside in my Jeep. Thank you for making the offer. I don't know what you'd have that I could wear though. Maybe a shirt would work, but you're a lot taller than me and my; well, I'm bigger in other places than you are, so your clothes aren't gonna fit me at all."I smiled, both because I'd evidently convinced her I wasn't a serial killer and because for some reason I was happy she was going to stay."I think I might have something that will work. Come on back to the bathroom and I'll get you a couple towels. You can take a shower if you want. If you do, I'll have to give you some soap and shampoo. I never use this bathroom. I use the one in my bedroom, so this one doesn't have anything in it.""You have two bathrooms?""Well, yeah. It came that way."She grinned."A shower would feel pretty nice. I'm starting to get cold."I got a fresh bar of soap and my bottle of shampoo, and picked up a washcloth and two towels from the cabinet in my bath. Then I searched the little dresser and found the pair of sweat pants I'd bought when I thought I was going to start running every night after work but never did. They still had the store tag on them. I found a chambry shirt in my closet that would be way too big but would at least cover her, and then took it all into the second bathroom.She was standing there looking in the mirror, and laughed when I came in."I can see why you made the offer. You feel sorry for me because I look like I've been half drowned."I put all the stuff on the little vanity."You'll feel a lot better once you get dried off. While you're doing that, I'll go see what I have that we can eat."After I heard the shower start running I looked in my freezer to see what I had that would serve two. Frozen stuff was all I had because I was only using my microwave. That was easier than cooking and I didn't have anything to wash except my silverware. I found two frozen dinners that were the same. Why that mattered to me I don't know, but it did. I hoped she liked beef and noodles with broccoli. I had beer and soft drinks, so I hoped she liked one or the other.It took her about half an hour to get showered and dressed, and when she came out she was frowning."I look like a bag lady, but I guess that can't be helped. You don't happen to have a comb do you? Maybe if I do something with my hair it'll look better."Well, she didn't look like any bag lady I'd ever seen. Her hair was wet and kind of stringy looking, but what she was doing to my shirt and my sweatpants was pretty fantastic. My chest size is 38 and I don't have much belly fat so I usually buy trim fit shirts. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, she'd not been able to button the top two buttons and the third button looked like it was under some strain. Sweatpants usually don't really fit anybody, but her wide hips and small waist made my sweats look like they were made for her.She saw me staring and smiled."If you're done staring at me, would you have a comb?"I'd bought a package of combs when I stocked the Thor, and in the package was one of those big combs I remembered my ex using sometimes. I gave it to the woman and she went back into the bathroom.When she came out, her hair did look better. It still wasn't dry, but it wasn't just wet strings hanging down to her shoulders. She saw me staring again, and frowned."If it wasn't still raining so hard, I'd go get my hair dryer out of my Jeep. I don't normally look like this, at least not when other people can see me. I guess you'll just have to put up with me looking this bad."I tried to put her at ease."Ma'am, you don't look bad at all so I won't be putting up with anything. I'm glad I could help you out. That's all I wanted to do, by the way, and nothing else."She smiled."That's what all men say. We'll see. Could you stop with the Ma'am thing though? My name's Tracey, Tracey McMannus. What should I call you?"I liked her smile and found myself smiling back. I walked over and held out my hand."It's a pleasure to meet you Tracey. I'm Pete Holmes. I uh; I found us something to eat if you like beef noodles and broccoli."Tracey didn't say much while we ate and that was killing me. I really wanted to know why a woman was tent camping by herself. I mean, if she'd been in an RV I could maybe understand, but I never thought women liked "roughing it". She seemed to have a strong personality, but she was still very much a woman, so much so that I had to stop myself from staring at her.We were sitting opposite each other at the dinette table, and everytime she moved, her breasts moved under my shirt. If she raised her arm to reach her glass of soda, that breast raised up too. If she moved her arm from her container of noodles, so did her breast.It was worse when she got up and picked up our glasses and silverware. She bent down and her breasts rolled up into the gap where she'd left the shirt buttons undone. I was staring at her deep, soft cleavage and almost didn't hear her say, "I'll wash up if you'll show me where you keep your dishwashing soap".I managed to look at her face and say she didn't have to do that.She just waved her hand."It's the least I can do since you saved me from the rain. Now, show me where your stuff is so I can get it done."While she washed up, I turned on the main television and started Netflix through the Thor's built-in wi-fi hotspot because although the campground had cable hookups at each site, I hadn't plugged in the cable connector. It was Netflix or nothing until it stopped raining. I was scrolling through what was available when she walked over and sat down.I asked Tracey if she had any preferences as to what she'd like to watch.She chuckled."After everything that's happened to me today, I think I need a good laugh or two."The movie was OK, not something I'd have watched, but Tracey seemed to enjoy it. When it ended, it was almost ten. When I asked Tracey if she wanted to watch something else, she looked at her watch and then smiled at me."I'm not a night person, so I think I'll turn in. Is this the couch where I'm going to sleep?"After unfolding the couch to make it into a double bed, I got a sheet and a blanket from my closet along with one of the pillows from my bed and helped Tracey make the bed. I made sure all the doors were locked, and then wished her a good night and went back to my bedroom.Rise and Shine.The next morning, I woke up at six. Not wanting to catch Tracey dressing, I figured I'd get dressed and wait until I heard her moving around before leaving my bedroom. I was dressing when she called through the door."Hey Pete. Are you awake yet?"I said I was, and she asked where I kept my coffee pot and coffee. When I walked out of my bedroom, Tracey was bent over looking in my refrigerator. She looked up when she heard my bedroom door close."You don't have much to eat in here. Wadda you do - eat out all the time?""No, you're just looking in the wrong place. Try the freezer compartment. I usually have either a sausage and egg biscuit or french toast sticks."Tracey frowned."Eating all that boxed stuff will kill you, you know? It's full of chemical preservatives. You'd be better off making things from scratch."I shrugged."I guess I don't like cooking all that much. The coffee pot is in the cabinet over the sink and the coffee is in the cabinet under the stove. I'll fix it while you decide what you want to eat."She grinned."I know what I'm going to eat. I just have to go to my Jeep to get it. You make the coffee and I'll be right back."I had the coffee brewing when she knocked on the door of the RV. When I opened it she had a frying pan in one hand and a plastic grocery bag in the other."I didn't see any pots and pans in your cabinets, so I brought my own. I like my eggs over easy and my bacon crisp. How about you? I didn't see a toaster either, but I brought a loaf of bread and a stick of butter and I'll manage without one. You'll have to show me how to light your stove."It was the best breakfast I'd had in years. Tracey even managed to toast bread over one of the stove burners. She said she always did it that way when she camped because all she had was a two-burner propane camp stove.When I finished two eggs, three slices of bacon, and two slices of toast, Tracey smiled."Now, wasn't that better than a frozen biscuit? It isn't that hard to cook. You should learn.""I know how to cook. It just takes too long when I'm tired from driving or when I have something I want to see. This was really great though. Thanks for fixing it."She grinned again."It's the least I could do after you gave me dinner and a dry place to sleep last night."I shook my head."All I was doing is what I said - helping out a fellow camper.""Well, I really appreciate it. I think I'll go finish setting up my tent so it can dry out before I pack up and leave today."I said I'd help her, partly because she'd probably need help if the tent was as wet as I figured, and partly because I'd discovered I liked being with her.We did get her tent set up but it was a struggle because we had to drain the rainwater out of all the folds before we could lift it up onto the poles. Once we got it set up, I looked inside and saw the rainwater had accumulated inside almost an inch deep. I looked back out and frowned."Tracey, this tent isn't going to dry out today. It's full of water on the inside. I'll help you drain it, but it's gonna take at least until tomorrow night before it's dry enough to roll up and pack. Unless you have somewhere you absolutely have to be tomorrow, I think you'd better plan on using my couch again. I was going to leave today too, but I can wait."It looked like she was getting ready to tell me no, and I decided I couldn't let her do that."I can't let you drive off knowing you're going to have to sleep in a wet tent tonight. If it's; if it's the site rental, I'll take care of that for you."Tracey cocked her head."You don't need to do that, but why would you?"Well, I hadn't really realized what I was saying when I said it. It just came out. When I thought about it, it probably did seem fishy to Tracey."No reason, really, except no woman should have to have things that rough. I just thought maybe; well, since you're camping in a tent; maybe you have to watch how you spend your money; that's all."Tracey smiled then."No, I don't have any problem with money, so the site rent isn't a problem. You're probably right about the tent though, so I'll take you up on your offer on one condition. We need to go grocery shopping before lunch. If you eat that frozen stuff for breakfast and dinner, I'd hate to see what you have for lunch."Tracey drove her Jeep to the closest Walmart, and I had to admit it was a lot easier than driving the Thor through traffic. It was pretty nice riding with her too because I was starting to like her.We came out of Walmart with a roasted chicken, two kinds of pasta - the little screw kind and spaghetti - a head of lettuce, a pound of ground beef,and a big can of tomato sauce. Once we were back inside my RV, Tracey made a pasta salad with the screw pasta, diced chicken breast and lettuce with a dressing she made from what she already had. That was lunch, and it was a lot better then the hot dogs I'd planned on having.To be continued in part 2, by ron de for Literotica.

Taking Tiffany ‘On Tour’.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. We had another pizza at her house that night. Tiffany seemed very happy, and I patted my ego on the back thinking it was because I'd said she didn't belong in a rubber room. After two slices of pizza, Tiffany rubbed her tummy and said she couldn't eat anymore. Then she said she had to go do something, but she'd be right back."Right back" meant five minutes to me, but in my experience, a woman's clock works differently than a man's. I forgot all about clocks and experience when she did come back.Tiffany had changed from her jeans and blouse to a filmy, black nightgown that was held closed by one simple black sash. That in itself would have been erotic enough. It was nearly transparent, and her black lacy bra and black lacy panties were in such contrast to her skin, it didn't take any imagination to see them.Tiffany grinned."Your mouth is hanging open again."I shut my mouth, and then opened it again."Tiffany, what are you doing?""I'm going to flash you.""I think you already are."Tiffany put her hands on her hips, pulled back her shoulders and grinned again."I am not. I have clothes on and you can't see me, see."She turned all the way around slowly, slow enough I could see her bra was just thin straps attached to two lace cups, and her panties; well, in front they looked like panties, but in the back; there really wasn't a back, just one thin strap that disappeared between her soft cheeks at the bottom, and emerged at the top of her hips to make a little "Y" at the waist band."Tiffany, if you get any more naked, ; I don't know if you want that."Tiffany untied the string of her negligee and slipped it from her shoulders."Remember when I said showing myself was fun?""Yes, I remember."Tiffany unhooked the strap on her bra and then slipped the shoulder straps off her arms while holding the cups over her breasts."It was more than fun for me. It's something I've always wanted to do, but I was always too afraid. Having you tell me what to do was so nice. I was still afraid to do it, but it wasn't me telling me anymore. It was you."Tiffany slowly let the bra cups fall away from her breasts."I need to have you keep telling me what I should wear so I can keep doing it. It makes me so; well, just look at me."I was looking. Tiffany's nipples were long, stiff and thick with ridged sides and a little dimple in each beautiful tip.Tiffany hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over one hip."It does more than that to me, too, things that never happened before. I get these feelings and they won't go away unless I; "Tiffany pulled the panties down over the other hip."unless I think about how the men looked at me and what they were thinking they'd like to do to me and then I have to; well; you know."Tiffany pulled the skimpy piece of black lace down to her knees. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them."I was hoping that showing myself to you might make you want to take care of that for me. You liked it this afternoon."I was at a loss for words for a few seconds. Tiffany standing there, naked and beautiful and so very desirable, was wreaking havoc with my thoughts. Half of me wanted to pick her up, carry her to the bedroom, and show her exactly what I was thinking about. The other half said I needed to be sure that's what she really wanted."Tiffany, there's only so much of this I can take."She walked over and put her arms around my neck and pressed her bare breasts into my chest. She was trembling when she spoke."Promise you won't think I'm crazy?""I already told you you're not.""Then tell me what you were thinking this afternoon when I showed myself to you; and then I want you to make lo; to; to; to do me.""I'm quite a bit older than you. Are you really sure?"Tiffany grinned as she closed the distance between us. She stroked a finger down my chest."I've been meaning to tell you about that, but I didn't know how without you thinking I was crazy for being that way too. I like being with you. You make me feel safe even when I'm scared and you understand how I think. I'm sure. I'm as sure as I can get. Now, what were you thinking about when I flashed you?""Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are."Tiffany's fingers moved to the top button on my shirt."And what else were you thinking about? Maybe that you'd like to have me in bed with you?""Well, yes. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't think about that."The top button on my shirt slipped out of the buttonhole and Tiffany's slender fingers moved down to the second button."Tell me what you'd do to me.""It might be better if I just showed you."My shirt gapped open as the second button came undone, and Tiffany slipped her hand inside it."Then tell me while you're doing it.""Well, let's see; First I'd have to feel those big boobs of yours. I've wanted to do that for weeks."I stood up, lifted Tiffany's right breast, and squeezed gently. Tiffany caught her breath."Do you like the way I feel?""Oh yeah.""I like it too. What else would you do?""Something like this."I pushed Tiffany's stiff right nipple down and then let my fingertip slip off it. It popped back up, stiffer than before, and she caught her breath again.By this time, my shirt buttons were all undone, and Tiffany was stroking my bare chest. As she lightly raked her nails through my chest hair, her voice was low and soft."Do the other one."I was pretty sure her big breasts grew just a little firmer when I cupped them both and let my fingertips brush her nipples. Tiffany made a little gasp and pulled my shirt open and out of my jeans. I was still cupping her breasts when she put her arms around my neck and pushed them into my chest, then moved them back and forth. I had to chuckle."I did all that with just my fingers?""Yeah. Do more, a lot more, and tell me what you're doing.""I'm going to squeeze your hot little ass cheeks next. Think you'll like that?""I don't know. Do it and I'll tell you."I grabbed a very smooth, very female ass cheek in each hand, squeezed them and then lifted them apart. Tiffany shivered and I had to chuckle again."I think you did like it."Tiffany kissed my ear and then nuzzled it. Her whispered response raised my cock enough to be uncomfortable."Yes, I did. What comes next?"She pressed both breasts into me hard enough I could feel her rigid nipples trying to bore holes in my chest."Well, what comes next is I get out of these clothes before my cock rips open my jeans. Then, I'm going to lay you down on this couch.""Will you look at me; at my; my; between my legs?""Oh, you can count on that."It was hard to unbuckle my belt with Tiffany mashing her little rounded tummy into me, but I managed. Getting the jeans off was more of a problem. I had to take off my boots first and I couldn't bend over. I pushed her away gently, and after shucking the boots, jeans and my shorts pulled her back into my arms."Now, where were we."Tiffany nibbled my ear lobe."You were going to lay me down on the couch.""Ah, right. Here we go."As soon as I laid her down, Tiffany crossed her legs and put one hand over the dark bush on her mound. I grinned."Still bashful, I see."She grinned sheepishly."You have to tell me what to do.""Well, to start, take your hand away from that bush. I want to see it."I took Tiffany to the Lake, so she could have men look at her.Tiffany blushed bright pink, but she pulled her hand up to her tummy."Like this?""Yeah, like that. Now, open up, so I can see you."Tiffany got even pinker, and I thought her nipples got a little longer too."I can't. I'm not pretty down there.""I'll be the judge of that. Now open up those legs."Slowly, Tiffany spread her thighs. The hair was a little matted, but I could still see full, pouting lips, and just the hint of some very delicious looking inner lips peeking out from between them.I sat down between Tiffany's spread thighs, lifted one to the back of the couch, and eased the other to let her put her foot on the floor."You're wrong, Tiffany. You're gorgeous.""My ex thought I was too big there.""Then your ex was an idiot. I'll show you what I think."Tiffany moaned when I touched her mound."Don't forget to tell me what you're going to do.""I'm going to spread these gorgeous lips and have a look at what's inside, that's what I'm going to do."As my fingers gently separated the dark brown strands, Tiffany's hips rocked slightly. When I separated her outer lips with my thumbs, she moaned again.Her inner lips were full and rippled, and glistened with wetness. I'd been right about the act of exposing herself making Tiffany aroused. I'd just been a little off about how much. I ran a finger between her inner lips and she gasped."Are you going to do me now?""No, I want to do something else first. I think you'll like it.""What are you going to do?""I'm going to see if you taste as good as you look."Tiffany raised her head and looked at me."You're not going to; to put your mouth there, are you?""Oh yeah. I'm going to do that a lot."Tiffany's eyes opened wider."Tell me how you're going to do that.""I'm going to lick every little ripple and fold, and then I'm going to lick that little button I see at the top of your slit."I didn't wait for her to say anything. I just buried my face between her satin thighs and licked her from bottom to top. I thought she was going to buck me off on the floor when she heaved herself up off the couch."Oh God. Do that again."Without saying anything, I ran my tongue over both Tiffany's inner lips, and then slipped it between them. She gasped and I felt her hands touch the back of my head.There wasn't much talking after that for a while. I couldn't talk with my mouth full of Tiffany's inner lips or with my tongue stuck inside her as far as it would reach. She didn't seem to be in a talking mood either, but she was anything but quiet. Her little murmurs about how she felt turned into low moans that kept getting louder. When I pushed in my tongue and licked all around her entrance, she gasped and her hips rocked up again. When I finally licked beside her stiff little clit, Tiffany groaned and her fingers clenched in my hair."Oh God, put it in. Do me now."I raised up enough to look at her face, and I had to smile. What I'd often wished was becoming reality. Tiffany's face was flushed, her mouth was open and her breath was coming in quiet pants. Her nipples were rock hard and her nipple beds were pebbled and wrinkled so much they seemed to push her nipples even higher."Nope. I get to do this first."I slipped my hands around her ass and up to her breasts. After finding both nipples with my hands, I rolled them and then pulled them up. At the same time, my lips sealed around her stiff clit and I sucked.That was all it took. Tiffany cried out and arched her body off the couch. I went with her, sucking her clit and tugging on her nipples. Three more times she cried out as the waves of the orgasm swept her away. I could feel her clit moving in and out as I kept it trapped between my lips. With a final gasp, she fell back on the couch, and gently pushed my face away."No more. I can't."I pulled my hands from her breasts and gently stroked her mound."You wanted me to, what was it you said? Oh yeah, you wanted me to do you, remember? I haven't done you yet.""Yes, but I already; ""Just relax and let me drive. If you really can't, I'll stop.""What are you going to do?""I'm going to do what you wanted me to do.""Can I watch?"I helped Tiffany scoot back until her back was against the arm of the couch and she could look down her body without having to hold up her head. Her mouth fell open when I slipped my cock between her soft lips and probed for the entrance, As I entered her, she grimaced a little, so I pulled back out and then pushed in again. This time, I pushed in about half my length and pulled out again. Tiffany moaned as my third stroke bottomed out inside her.I figured she'd be too sensitive for a while, so I just stroked in and out slowly until I felt her hips begin rocking into each stroke. She was still watching, and with each stroke, her lips would purse and she'd suck in a breath. As I pulled back out, she'd exhale, though sometimes, the breath came out as a little moan. After her third moan, I decided to push her a little. I thought she might like it, and I knew it would make this better for both of us."Tiffany, I want to see you play with your nipples."She didn't say no or that she'd be too embarrassed. She just took her right nipple between two fingers and rolled it. Her little gasp told me I'd been right, and I told her as much."That's right. Do what makes you hot.."It was obvious Tiffany knew what that was. What started as gentle rolling of each nipple soon became tight pinches and then pulling on them enough she lifted her breasts into cones. It was working on her. I could tell because she was getting wetter, that warm, sticky wetness that meant she was getting lost in the sensations her body was feeling.When Tiffany began to thrust her hips into my strokes, I sped up a little. I could tell she was getting close because she was no longer watching my cock sliding in and out. Her face was rolled to the side, and she was beginning to pant again."Tiffany, play with your clit for me."Slowly, her hand slipped between us and I felt her finger moving in circles at the top of her slit. She gasped and moved the finger faster, and I followed by stroking faster.After a minute or so of that, Tiffany shrieked and arched high again. That drove my cock inside her a little more and I couldn't hold back. I groaned as seed raced through my stroking cock and splashed inside her rippling passage. She shrieked again as the second spurt made me gasp, and began to shake as the third drained me. I kept stroking until she sighed and eased back down on the couch.It took Tiffany a couple minutes to stop panting, and a couple more before the little contractions around my cock stopped. She looked up at me and smiled."Will you do me again tonight?"I chuckled."I take it you liked what I did?"Tiffany stretched, making her big breasts do some really erotic things, then pulled her legs to my sides and held me there."Everything; I liked everything.""Well, we'll see about doing it again. I need a little recovery time.""Just as long as it doesn't take a week, like with my ex."I chuckled."We could spend the week going places where you could show yourself some more.""What would you tell me to show?""Well, maybe you could wear some really short shorts; and not wear any panties."Tiffany gasped."I could never do that. Men would see my; my; ""Yes, they'd see it if you bent over just right.""Would that make them want to do things to me?""Tiffany, the only way it wouldn't is if they were too stupid to be alive."She giggled."I wouldn't want anybody like that doing me, but you can do me again.""Oh, I will, but one of these times we're going to try something different."Tiffany's voice was low and soft again."Tell me how we're going to do it.""Well; You're going to be naked so your neighbors could see if they looked.""They'd see my boobies, wouldn't they?""Yep.""Would that make the men get hard?""Yep. Just like they're making me hard again right now.""So, we're going to do that now?""No. The couch is OK, but I think we'll do it on your bed this time."Tiffany grinned."I have a window beside my bed. Somebody might see us."I smiled and bent down to inhale Tiffany's left nipple, then raised back up."Probably so. They might even see your hot little ass and see my cock going in and out of your tight little cunt."Tiffany grinned."Nobody ever told me it was tight before. Is it really?""I was snug as a bug in a rug. It was fantastic.""I think you better do me again before it gets too late. My neighbors go to bed really early sometimes."I'm not sure where we're going with this. Tiffany seems to be very happy with the way things are now, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it too. We'll see what we see, I guess. Until then, I'll keep telling Tiffany what to wear, and she'll keep getting excited. I'll keep doing her, as she says, when we get back to her place.Since it's gotten warm again, she wants to have a picnic this Saturday. I think she's going to wear a tank top with no bra and short shorts. Half way through the afternoon, I'll talk her into taking off her panties. That ought to be good for a fantastic evening, and probably a really fantastic morning too."Looks like he can. Looks like he's enjoying the view too.""He's coming this way. What does he want?""Well, he's probably just going to make a few casts at our dock. Fish like to hang out under a dock. Either that, or he wants a closer look at your big tits and bush. Nope; they both just put their rods down. Want me to invite them to swim with us?""Don't you dare. They'd probably want to touch me.""Well, if I was them, I sure would. I'd want to do more than just touch you. I expect they would too. Put your arms down at your sides so they can see what they'd be getting.""I can't do that. They might come closer.""Don't worry. I won't let them do anything to you except feel those big tits; and maybe finger your cunt; and maybe fuck you if they want.""You wouldn't.""If you don't put your arms down, I'll tell them you want to fuck them both. I know they'll want to then.""Oh God, don't do that.""Then let them see."Tiffany slowly lowered her arms and the guys grinned. The boat was only about twenty feet away by then. I yelled at the guys and asked how the fishing was going. The guy at the wheel yelled back, "the fishing is pretty good, but this is better. Looks like you caught yourself a keeper."Tiffany's chest had turned a bright pink and her nipples stuck out like rocks under the bra of the bikini. I knew she was having a ball even if she couldn't admit it.She looked at me."Make them leave.""I don't know. They seem like pretty friendly guys. Wave at them and show them you're friendly too.""No. He'll think I want him to do something to me.""Nah, he won't. He's more interested in fishing than fucking right now. I can ask him to come back once the tournament is over if you want.""Are you sure he won't want to do something with me?""I'm positive he'd like to, but I'm sure he won't. Go on, wave at him and make his day."Tiffany slowly raised her arm and waved her hand a little. The guy laughed then sat back down on his casting seat and started flipping his lure around the posts of the dock. He didn't catch anything, so about five minutes later he motored away.Tiffany's eyes were bright and shiny, and I thought she was breathing a little faster."Whew", she said. "I was afraid he was going to keep coming. I didn't know what I'd do if he had.""He'd have loved it if you'd asked him to fuck you.""No, I'm just for you, remember, nobody else.""He got you thinking about it though, didn't he?""Well, yes."I cupped Tiffany's hip and stroked it gently. She shivered, but she didn't pull my hand away."Let's to go back inside.""Nah, it's early yet. Let's sit on the dock and watch the water for a while.""Will there be more boats?""Probably, but your suit is already drying out. I can barely make out your nipples now."As I thought would probably happen, several more bass boats came by. Most didn't stop. They would have been the pros, and since their income depends on catching fish, they wouldn't have stopped fishing if Tiffany had been naked and holding a sign that said, "come fuck me now". There were several amateurs though, and they all got to see Tiffany in her bikini. Tiffany got to get really excited, and by the time we went in for lunch, she was stroking my cock through my trunks.I didn't let her do more, though. I wanted her so hot, so wet, that she'd do anything to get me to fuck her. That happened after lunch.We were back on the dock, just sitting there, when a small boat with one guy in it motored past. He didn't seem to see Tiffany and kept on going down the lake toward a little creek that wandered up the bank about fifty yards from the dock. I figured he was fishing for bream. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief when he kept on going."I was hoping he wouldn't stop. I don't know what I'd have done if he had. I'm so hot I don't know if I could have stopped him from doing anything to me.""What do you think he would want to do to you?""Well, he'd probably want to feel my boobs."I stroked the bare side of Tiffany's left breast."Like this?""Yeah, and he'd probably want to touch my nipples too."I slipped my hand under Tiffany's bra, took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then pinched gently and rolled it."Like this?"Tiffany moaned."Yes, like that.""What else?""He'd want to feel between my legs.""You wouldn't stop him from doing those things?""I probably couldn't.""You're that hot, huh? Well, maybe you should do something about it."Tiffany looked at me."I hope you're not thinking about doing it right here.""No, I'm thinking you should do yourself right here.""What?""Just stick your hand in your bottoms and finger yourself until you cum. You've done that before, haven't you?""Well, yes, but I can't do that, not out here. Somebody will see me.""No, they won't. That boat is too far away for him to see anything. Come on, either pet the kitty or I'll yell at him to come back."Tiffany looked down the lake at the boat, then looked at me."You'll tell me if he gets too close won't you?""I'll tell you in plenty of time to stop before he can do anything. Now, lay back and get those fingers busy. I want to see you cum."Tiffany pulled the crotch of the bikini bottoms to the side and stroked her hair-covered lips a little, then laid back on the blanket we were sitting on and spread her legs. She slipped her middle finger between her cunt lips and rubbed gently, then murmured, "remember to tell me."Watching Tiffany finger her cunt was almost as exciting as doing it myself. I rearranged my stiff cock so it was pointing up and then stroked a fingertip over her nipples. She moaned and her hips lifted up off the blanket a little."If you keep doing that, I'll cum.""No, if you cum now, it won't be as good. Just go slow and make it last."A couple minutes later, Tiffany had closed her eyes and was slowly rubbing beside her clit. I wasn't kidding about her making it last. That was something I usually did for the first time. If I hurried, she'd come hard, but it I kept her dangling on the edge for a while, I'd have to hold on or she'd buck me off. I wanted to see that hard orgasm. I also wanted to give the guy in the boat time to get to us.He'd started working his way back up the shore with the trolling motor on his boat. Trolling motors are so quiet you can barely hear them if you're on the boat. If you're a ways away, they're almost silent, and so was this one.They guy was about twenty feet away when he realized what Tiffany was doing. I waved, and then held my finger to my lips. He nodded and kept coming until he was only about ten feet away. Tiffany still had her eyes closed and she was starting to rock her hips into the two fingers in her cunt.I never thought the guy would do what he did, but I thought Tiffany was going to like it. He stood up quietly in the boat, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started stroking it.I just sat there for a while watching him watch Tiffany and stroke his cock before reaching over and pinching Tiffany's nipple again. She moaned and her hips lurched up. I pulled the bra cups to the side so I could reach her nipples easier, then rolled each one between my fingers. Tiffany's fingers started moving faster.It took about another minute and some tugs to both Tiffany's nipples before she arched into her hand, gasped, and then came. I looked up at the guy in the boat, just as his cock spurted a shot of cum into the water.Tiffany cried out as the strong orgasm hit her. She jerked her body almost double, then gasped again. That happened four times before she opened her eyes and grinned at me."Umm; that was great. Now take me back inside and do me."I chuckled."I think the guy in the boat would rather you did yourself again so he can jack off again."Tiffany looked up and saw the guy slowly stroking his softening cock."He's still doing it. Did he do it because he saw me?""Yep, and he blew his load in the water at the same time you came. The way he's smiling, I think he liked it.""Oh God, I'm embarrassed to death. I have to go back in the cabin."Tiffany pulled the bra cups back over her breasts, stood up, and ran up the steps to the cabin. The guy in the boat stuffed his cock back inside his pants, then waved and started his outboard motor. He was going back up the lake as I gathered up the blanket and walked back to the cabin.Tiffany was sitting on the couch when I got inside, and her eyes were sparkling."Did he really see me have an orgasm?""Sure did. He seemed to like watching you.""And he was doing himself too.""Yep. He was watching you finger your cunt and stroking his cock. When you came, so did he.""Show me what he was doing."I dropped my trunks and stepped out of them, then started stroking my cock. I thought Tiffany's eyes got a little brighter."He got all hard like that from just looking at me?""Yeah.""Was he going fast or slow?""Well, slow at first, but when I started playing with your nipples, he got faster.""And he squirted?""Yep, just when you came, he shot his load into the water. I'll bet he was imagining filling that tight little cunt of yours though.""Was there a lot?"I grinned."Enough you'd have his cum dripping out of you when he pulled out.""Like when you do it inside me?""Yes, just like that.""I think you should show me that too.""Take off that bikini and I will."Well, like I said, when Tiffany thinks about other men looking at her, her libido goes into overdrive. Actually, it's more like over-overdrive. It took her all of about thirty seconds to strip off the bikini top and bottom and then hook one leg over the back of the couch and put the other one on the floor. She held out her arms then."I don't care what you do to me. Just make me have another orgasm."Well, I did. I really wanted a taste of her because she gets really wet when she's like she was then. I was just getting into sucking her big inner lips and licking her clit when Tiffany groaned, pushed my face down into her crotch and moaned, "don't stop". She came hard a little later because I was sucking her stiff clit and pulling on both her nipples. I had to let go of her nipples and grab her ass after the first spasm or she'd have bucked my ass onto the floor.Tiffany lurched her body up into my face three more times before she pulled me up her body, locked her lips on mine, and tried to lick my tonsils. I was liking the feeling of her stiff nipples against my chest and the way she kept trying to rub her cunt against my stiff cock when she broke the kiss and murmured, "do me again."I tried to enter her slowly, but when I was about half-way in, Tiffany groaned and thrust her body up and impaled her cunt on my stiff cock. She started grinding her hips then and rocking them up and down.Now, I liked what she was doing, but I was never going to last long enough that way. Watching her finger herself until she came had gotten me way too ready. Licking and sucking her until she came again had almost gotten me there. I pushed my belly down on hers to hold her still as I started stroking my cock in and out.That helped some, but not much. Tiffany couldn't rock her cunt up over my cock anymore, but she could still squeeze it and move her hips from side to side. All that was taking me to the point of cumming a lot faster than I wanted. I had to speed Tiffany up at least a little."Tiffany, play with your tits and nipples for me."She didn't say anything. She just stroked both breasts and then pinched her nipples with her fingers. She moaned then, and I felt her cunt clamp down on my stroking cock. She rolled her nipples and moaned again. I groaned when she pulled her nipples up and out because her cunt tightened up around my cock and didn't relax.I guess Tiffany was so excited that was enough, because about the time I felt the surge building, she gasped, "I'm about there. Keep going and don't stop."I couldn't have stopped by then anyway. With a groan, I rammed my cock inside Tiffany's wet cunt as deep as it would go. The first spurt of cum raced up my shaft and I gasped as it flew out the tip. Tiffany gasped too, and she started to shake. She pulled her nipples one more time, then dug her fingers into my ass cheeks and started humping up into my strokes. I shot twice more and Tiffany was still cumming.When her body stopped jerking, Tiffany pulled me down on top of her and mashed my chest onto her big tits."Wow; we have to do this again."I chuckled."It's gonna be a while before I can.""I know, but you could play with me until that happens; like that guy probably wanted to. What would he have wanted to do to me?""Other than fuck you?""Yeah."I raised up on one arm and stroked Tiffany's right breast with the other."Well, these are some mighty fine tits you have. I expect he'd want to feel them.""Show me how he'd have done that."Well, an hour later, I'd shown Tiffany how the guy would have squeezed her tits, pulled her nipples, sucked her nipples, pulled on her big cunt lips and fingered her clit. My cock had also gotten stiff again. Tiffany wanted to be on top this time, so I just lay on the couch and let her ride my cock until she came again. I wasn't quite as sensitive this time, so I held out until she threw back her head and cried out before I filled her little cunt again.That seemed to calm her down, so we had a shower and then went out to eat. I didn't have her dress in anything special that night. I was too tired to do anything if she'd gotten all hot and bothered again.Morning clarity.When I woke up the next morning, Tiffany was laying on her back beside me with one hand on her left breast and the other on her crotch. I asked her what she was doing."I was just thinking about that man yesterday. Do you suppose he went home and; well, you know.""If he had a woman at home, I'd bet she got the fucking of her life. If he didn't, yeah, he probably thought about you and jacked off again.""Show me what he'd have done.""You want me to jack off?""Well, not all the way. Just until I get all excited again."Looking at Tiffany slowly rubbing her breasts and her outer lips had my cock hard in no time, and the more I stroked, the harder Tiffany started breathing. I wasn't nearly ready to cum when she pulled me between her spread legs and guided my cock into her cunt. The little minx was already so wet my cock slid inside her with almost no effort. We didn't cum quite as hard as the night before, but it was still great.We packed up after breakfast and I drove us back to Tiffany's house. I helped her carry her stuff inside and got ready to leave. At her door, Tiffany kissed me until I started to reconsider leaving, and then grinned."I had a good time. Can we do this again?""Sure. I like seeing you in that bikini. Maybe next time, you'll just wear the bottoms, though. I think the guys on the lake would like that.""Oh, I couldn't do that. They'd think I was wanting them to; well, do all sorts of things to me."As I drove away from Tiffany's house, I smiled to myself. Yes, the guys on the lake would want to fuck her, and Tiffany would like it that they wanted to even though she can't admit it. I get a real kick out of indulging her fantasies, because those fantasies end up with some really fantastic sex. Tiffany is a great fuck anytime. When she gets all hot and bothered because she thinks men are looking at her, she's more than most men ever even imagine. I can't think of anything I enjoy more.By ron de for Literotica.

Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I'd picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn't sexy because it didn't cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn't, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn't just the lacy edge around her thighs they'd see, either. If Tiffany didn't keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.Tiffany knew this would happen. I'd shown her in her bedroom mirror before we left. She blushed bright pink, but she still put the skirt on. The tight cotton blouse I'd picked out completed the picture. It didn't show anything except the seams of her bra, but then, Tiffany has big breasts and her bra had a lot of seams to show.The door to the ladies room opened just as I was remembering what Tiffany had inside that bra, and she quickly walked to our table. Her face was flushed, and as she walked she kept smoothing the skirt over her hips and looking around is if waiting for something to happen.She grinned when she slid into the chair beside me, then blushed and pulled down her skirt. I chuckled."You did it?"Tiffany nodded."Well, give them to me then."Tiffany reached in her purse, pulled out the black boy shorts and pressed them into my hand. I wadded the filmy nylon and lace into a ball and put my hands to my face as if to cover a yawn. Tiffany's scent wafted to my nose as I inhaled. I smiled as I stuffed the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and then put my hand between Tiffany's tightly closed knees."The guy at that table across from us was watching you when you came back. Wanna give him a little show?"I nudged Tiffany's knees apart just a little and slipped my hand up to the hem of her skirt. Tiffany was desperately trying to keep those knees together."Open up, just a little. I want to see his face when he looks again.""I; I can't. He'll see and think I'm some sort of slut.""Then cross your legs."Tiffany caught her breath."If I do that, he'll see all the way up to my; my; "I chuckled."Probably all he'll see is a little hair; probably; unless you leave your thighs open a little. Then, he'll see something that'll make him choke on his spaghetti."Tiffany's hand was shaking when she pulled mine from her thigh and crossed her legs.The guy was looking then, and while he didn't choke, he did grin.Tiffany tried to act as if she was just eating her dinner, but I knew different. She kept looking up from her steak to see if the guy was still looking. If he was, she'd quickly look away, but she'd be grinning as she did. Tiffany was getting a thrill out of knowing a strange man was looking up her skirt and seeing one of her most private places. Tonight would be a great night.I suppose some people might think Tiffany's a little different, and she is, but it's something I really love about her. I didn't know, of course, that day we met. It took a while for me to figure it out.We met, sort of, at Walmart of all places. I say we sort of met because it lasted only a few seconds. I rounded the end of the aisle with coffee, tea, and creamer and started down the aisle with soft drinks. Tiffany was standing on her tip-toes and trying to get a two-liter of soda down off the top rack. She's not very tall, and she was having trouble. I thought it would be nice to help her so I walked up and asked which one she wanted.She smiled the most beautiful smile I'd seen in a long time."The cola. I don't know why they have to put stuff up so high. I'm just not tall enough to reach."I pulled the bottle out of the rack and handed it to her."You just need one?"She smiled again."Yes, for now. Thanks."The woman put the bottle in her shopping buggy and walked away, but not before I determined several things about her. One, she had really great legs for a small woman, and her hips were fantastic. Her shorts were short enough and fit snugly enough for me to tell that. Two, though her loose top didn't show much of anything, it was pretty obvious the woman was well endowed. Three, she didn't wear any rings on her left hand, but did wear an engagement ring and wedding ring on her right ring finger. Patty, one of the women at work, wore her rings like that, and told me it was to signify she'd been divorced. I suppose it was to tell any man if he couldn't live with that to stay away. Patty sometimes wore a T-shirt that said "I am not a bitch, I am THE BITCH, and to you I am Ms. Bitch." I mostly stayed away from Patty. That shirt was very appropriate.Then there was that smile. It was devastatingly beautiful, and made the woman's face the same way. I honestly thought about trying to catch up to her and introduce myself, but I'm no kid anymore, and she looked pretty young. I figured she'd be polite, but that was about all that would happen.Saturday afternoon wasn't my usual time for grocery shopping, but I went back to Walmart at the same time the next Saturday. I suppose it was wishful thinking. A lot of people shop at Walmart at that time of day. It wasn't likely I'd see her again. I did though, in the canned goods aisle. I'd been thinking about the age difference through the week, and I knew some women like older men. I decided to find out if she was one of them. After taking a deep breath, I pushed my buggy up beside hers and started looking at the canned carrots.The woman looked up and smiled again."You're the man who helped me last week.""Huh; Oh, yeah; that would be me. Need any more help?"The woman smiled again, said, "Nope. I can reach these.", and bent over to pick up two cans of peas. When she straightened back up, she gave me an odd look. I suppose it was because I was standing there with my mouth hanging open. It was that way because when the woman bent over, her shorts rode up a little and I could see out the delicate curve where her hips met her thighs. She smiled again then, but the smile looked a little impish, and her face was a little flushed."Mister, are you all right?"I shook my head, and grinned. She had to know that would happen, and knowing she knew made her all that much more interesting."I'm fine. I was just having a daydream."I stuck out my hand."I'm Bill."The woman took my hand and shook it gently."I'm Tiffany."Well, after that day, I started buying my groceries on Saturday instead of Wednesday night. I usually saw Tiffany somewhere in the store. Sometimes she'd just wave when she saw me. Sometimes we'd talk for a couple minutes about nothing in particular. It took another two weeks before I asked if she ever dated men. Tiffany chuckled."I don't date other women if that's what you're asking.""No, nothing like that. I just thought maybe you'd like to have dinner some night.""So you're asking me out?""I haven't yet, but I was going to. Do you like pizza?"Over pizza the next Saturday night, I learned a lot about Tiffany. She was ten years younger than I, and had been divorced for a while. She didn't say much about her marriage, just that she was glad to be out of it. Even though I didn't know any details, I found myself not liking her husband very much. Tiffany was a pretty woman with a great figure, but she was much more than that. She was a very intelligent and interesting woman. Her outside appearance was just the icing on a very rich cake. I couldn't understand how any man could treat her so poorly that she'd leave him unless he was a complete ass. I don't have much patience for complete asses, and I told her that. She defended him a little."He wasn't like that. He just didn't understand what I needed. I guess he never learned from his dad, and he didn't want to listen to me.""Well, some guys are lucky to have someone to tell them. I guess he didn't. I didn't either. I had to learn it on my own.""How did you do that?""Trial and error in my old sixty Chevy mostly."She chuckled."Front or back seat?""Uh; front. Never made it all the way to the back seat. Girls would let a guy play a little, but except for a couple, they wouldn't let a guy get too far."Tiffany grinned."I was one of those girls - not the ones who got in the back seat -the other kind. It was a thrill knowing I had something guys wanted, and it was a real thrill teasing them, but Mom would have locked me in my room until I was twenty if she thought I was doing more than that.""I guess I never thought girls got off by teasing guys. They seemed pretty reluctant to let you even touch them.""My mom told me the touching would feel good, but nobody buys a used car if they can get a new one for the same price. She said it's better to leave something to the imagination. I got all excited thinking about what boys were imagining about me."I could sympathize with the guys Tiffany was talking about. If she looked anything then like she looked now, they'd have been fantasizing about all sorts of things; just like I was at that very moment. I thought just maybe Tiffany was a little excited by our conversation. I could just make out the rounded bumps of her nipples against her top. They hadn't been there before. I was liking those bumps way too much for a first date.I laughed."You got excited? What you girls did to us guys was a lot more than make us excited.""And what would that be?""Well, a guy can't really hide being excited very well, if you understand what I'm saying. I mean, it's bad enough that at that age it seems to happen all by itself a lot, but when a girl dresses up in little shorts or a tight T-shirt, well; "Tiffany gave me a sheepish grin."So, are you saying I'm doing that now?""Let's just say I need another cup of coffee before I take you back to your house."Tiffany giggled."OK, I'll try to be good. No; what I meant was, I'll try to make sure that problem go away. Oh; not that either. I'll just sit here until it does and not do anything else."My problem did go away about half way through the second cup of coffee, but only because Tiffany asked me about my job. Somehow, talking about being an engineer and erotic thoughts don't go very well together. The problem came back when I drove away from her house though. As she said goodnight, Tiffany touched my arm and thanked me for dinner. That was enough.We dated for the next three months about every weekend, and I noticed a gradual change in Tiffany. She started to ask if I liked what she was wearing. I knew better than to say anything except she looked great. She wouldn't let it go at that. She kept asking me if she looked sexy or not. I didn't have to make up that answer. Tiffany would have looked sexy in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.One night after we'd finished dinner, she asked what she should wear on our next date. I wasn't really sure what she was asking, so I decided to tease her a little and fulfill one of my fantasies at the same time, if only a little."Well, you know, every time I take you somewhere, guys are staring at you. Maybe you should be like you said and tease them a little."Tiffany blushed."You mean, show something.""Well, not everything, but a little peek wouldn't hurt."I waggled my eyebrows a couple of times and then grinned."I know I'd like it.""OK, so what should I wear."I thought about that for a minute. She'd probably never go for it, but;"OK, do you have a top that's sort of loose, and is made of some sort of knit?""I think so.""Well wear that next Saturday and we'll go to the zoo."Tiffany smiled."I don't see how that's going to show anybody anything.""It will if you don't wear your bra."Tiffany turned the cutest shade of pink."Why; why anybody could see how big I am and they could see my ; my; well you know. I'd be embarrassed to death."I laughed."Well, you asked, and I told you."There was that sheepish grin again."I suppose you'd make me wish I had dressed that way if I didn't, too."I hadn't really expected that, but since she'd asked;"I could probably think up some way to punish you, no hitting or anything like that, just something that might embarrass you more."I wasn't sure how she'd be dressed when I picked her up the next Saturday. She wore the top I'd asked her to wear, but she was also obviously wearing a bra. She didn't say anything when she got in my pickup, but she did smile at me, and she shrugged her shoulders.Later that afternoon, after I bought us some sodas, Tiffany chuckled."I guess you see I chickened out?""Yes, I'm not too surprised though. I figured you might.""So, when do I get punished?"I shrugged."Let's go to Opry Mills on Saturday and look around. You can wear the same outfit then, but that won't be your punishment. That'll come later.""What are you going to do to me?" she giggled."You'll see."I pulled my pickup into Tiffany's drive a little after lunch the next Saturday. When I knocked on her door, it took her a while to open it. When she did, she stood behind the door and just peered around it as she let me in."Tiffany, what's the matter?""I; I don't know if I can do this or not. That's what's the matter.""Do what?"Tiffany closed the door and then let her arms fall to her sides."I didn't put on a bra, and look."I was looking. Actually, I was staring. Tiffany had on the same loose top as the Saturday before, but what she was doing to it without a bra was fantastic. The thin material seemed to cling to her skin in places, and her big breasts stood out a lot. So did her nipples. They made big sexy bumps in the top.I chuckled."I don't see anything wrong. All I see is a woman, a really sexy woman, granted, but still a woman.""But my boobies stick out and they wobble when I walk and my nipples get stiff and they show and; "I cut her off."You can go put your bra on if you want, but you'll have to pay for it.""More than for last Saturday?""Oh, definitely more. I can hardly wait."Tiffany frowned."OK; I'll go this way, but don't you dare leave me alone, not even for a second."I had no intentions of leaving Tiffany alone. I wouldn't have strayed from her side for any reason. She was just too damned great to look at. The men sitting on the benches waiting for their wives to get done shopping thought so too. When Tiffany and I walked by, what had been frowns turned into grins, and they followed her every move. I could understand that, because Tiffany's every move caused her big breasts to do a seductive little dance under her top.If their wives happened to be sitting there beside their husbands when we walked by, those men grinned too. Their wives, not so much. I saw a couple women give their husband a whack on the arm, and some quiet, but animated conversation seemed to always followI was watching more than the way Tiffany's heavy breasts moved around under her top. It was obvious that while her face looked a little fearful, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were always a beautiful part of her face, but as we walked past people going in and out of the shops, they were wide open and almost glittering. I didn't know if Tiffany was becoming aroused, but her eyes said she might be.Her nipples said the same to me. One man, an older gentleman, winked at her as she walked by. What had been two soft bumps in the front of her blouse quickly grew a lot bigger and longer. Where before from a distance, the bumps could have been only a shadow or fold in the material, now there was no question about their origin.We walked from one end of Opry Mills to the other and then back, and I think Tiffany probably turned on every man who saw her except for one guy who was obviously very in touch with his feminine identity. I know by the time we started back, the only thing keeping me from developing a tent in my jeans was watching the guys watching Tiffany as much as I was watching her. As it was, I only had the stiffness of anticipation, anticipation I knew I shouldn't press.Tiffany's eyes were still shining bright when we got in my truck to go home. As I pulled out onto the Briley, she looked at me and grinned."That was fun. I was terrified, but it was fun. Did you see how the men looked at me?"I laughed."Well, Tiffany, you made a whole bunch of guys really horny today. I thought you were enjoying it.""I tried not to show it. How did you know?""Well, your eyes got really big and bright, and your uh; nipples; they got stiff and pushed out the front of your blouse."Tiffany looked down and stroked the soft bump on each breast."I didn't realize they were doing that. I'd have been embarrassed to tears if I had.""Well, they were. They did every time a guy looked at you, well, almost every time anyway.""So, I did good?"I laughed again."If that wasn't good, I don't know what is.""Does this mean I don't get punished?""No, just that you did good today. You still have to pay for last Saturday.""What are you going to do to me?""Nothing. You're going to do it yourself. See that semi up there?""Yes.""I'm going to pull up beside his cab."The pickup responded to my foot on the accelerator, and we were soon cruising along beside the semi."OK, Tiffany, flash the nice trucker.""What!!!""I said, flash the nice trucker.""I'm not showing you my boobies.""You're not going to show them to me. You're going to show them to the guy driving that truck. Now, pull up your top and let him see you."Tiffany put her hands on the bottom of her blouse and lifted it a little, then touched my arm."Please don't make me do this. I've never shown anyone but my ex and my doctor my boobies."I chuckled."There's a first time for everything. Now up with that top or I'll think up some other way to punish you."Tiffany took her blouse in both hands again, looked up at the trucker, and quickly lifted the front over her breasts and then pulled it back down."There, I did it.""No, you didn't. He was looking down the road. You have to leave your top up for longer than a second. Come on, be a good girl and let the guy see what you have.""What if he decides to follow us and when we stop, he gets out and; well, he might do something to me.""I'm sure he'll want to, but I can outrun him; " I chuckled; "Probably.""Oh, I can't. I don't even know him.""Yes, you can; unless you'd rather flash him with something else. You do have a sweet bottom, you know.""Oh, no, not that. I couldn't ever do that.""Well, then up with that top. There are other cars coming up behind me."Tiffany took a deep breath, pulled up her blouse and leaned toward the side window. For a couple seconds, nothing happened. Then, I heard the blast of an air horn, three times. Tiffany giggled."I think he liked me."She hadn't yet pulled her blouse back down."I can see why."Tiffany looked down and then gasped as she yanked the blouse down to her waist."Oh, God, I flashed you too."I glanced over at Tiffany. Her face was pink again, and her eyes flashed with a gleam that could only mean she was enjoying herself."Yes, you did. It was pretty great too. You can flash me all you want."Tiffany giggled as I passed the semi."He waved at me, and blew me a kiss.""I figure that's not what he's wishing he was doing to you right about now.""So, am I done now?""Well; it took you a long time for this one. I think you'll have to do a couple more.""Two more? I was scared to death. That's why it took so long. I can't do it again."I looked over at Tiffany again, and grinned.."I see another truck up ahead. Get ready."Tiffany flashed the second truck a little faster and held her blouse up for almost half a minute before pulling it down."He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at me. I guess he didn't like me."I had to laugh."Oh, he liked you. He's telling you what he'd like to do for you, that's all.""He'd like to lick my boobies?""Among other parts of you, I expect.""I never thought about that, I mean, I have, but not from a guy I don't even know.""Want me to pull over and introduce you to him?"There was a little tremor in Tiffany's voice."You wouldn't really do that; would you?""It might be fun to watch you flash him up close and then watch what happens. Ever been in the sleeper of a semi?""Oh no; in your truck in one thing. Close enough he could touch me is another. Getting in his truck; Don't you dare stop."I sighed."OK, but you better give a good show to number three. He's coming up in a bit.Trucker number three got an eyeful of Tiffany's big breasts pressed into my side window. It was touch and go for a second, so to speak. The semi veered off to the shoulder a little and then the driver overcorrected and started into my lane. I hit the accelerator and passed him by just as Tiffany shrieked."He was gonna hit us.""Well, you evidently made an impression on him."She giggled."Maybe it was my boobies flattened out on the window.""That'd do it for me.""Are we going home now?""Unless you want to make another trucker's day."Tiffany giggled again."I think I've had about all the excitement I can handle. Wanna get a pizza and eat at my house?"I was thinking I'd love to give Tiffany some more excitement, and when she asked if we could eat at her house, I briefly entertained the fantasy of her naked beside me after I'd shown her just how desirable she really was. She didn't seem to understand that, somehow. I supposed it was how her ex treated her, though I couldn't fathom how any man could see Tiffany as anything except a treasure to be kissed, caressed, and stroked until she became the lover I suspected she would truly be.I knew it was just a fantasy. Though I was pretty certain Tiffany had been aroused by what she'd done, I wouldn't take advantage of that. If and when it ever happened, Tiffany would tell me it was time. Until then, I'd just enjoy having her with me.After that day, Tiffany would usually ask me what she should wear when we went out. I kept her bra-less look for the times we went to a mall or to Walmart. If we went someplace else, I usually said she could wear her bra. I always asked her to wear either little shorts or tight jeans. I loved the way her sexyass looked in both, but of the two, the tight jeans were my favorite. She had a couple pair that were cut very low in the waist, and if she bent over, her panties would peek out. If she stooped down for something, sometimes the start of the separation between her cheeks would show just a little.I loved seeing both, and so did any guys who happened to be within a few feet. We spent a lot of time shopping on Saturday at Walmart where I could find reasons Tiffany should bend over or squat down. She knew why I was asking that, and always giggled when I asked."You know what's going to happen if I do that.""Yep, I do, but the guy coming down the aisle doesn't. Show him that sexy bottom."Tiffany would blush pink, and then try to argue."But he'll see my panties.""Yeah, I expect he will.""He'll be thinking I want him to do something to me.""Probably so. I could ask him if he'd like to go home with us if you'd like.""No, no, no; I could never do anything like that. Don't you dare say a thing to him.""Then bend over and pick up some cans of beans for me, or I will."Tiffany would blush again, but she'd bend over. Usually, the guy would stop, smile, and then push his buggy down the aisle. Once, an older guy said "nice ass, Honey" as he went by. Tiffany caught her breath when she heard that, and then turned around and put the cans in her buggy."Did you hear what he said?""Well, it's true, you know.""You really think so?"I chuckled."Why do you think I always walk behind you."When the weather started to cool off during the day, I had to change my strategy a little. Cold weather meant at least a jacket for both of us, and shorts were pretty much out of the question. Even Tiffany's low cut jeans didn't show anything because her jacket or coat covered half of her sensuous hips.It was on a trip to McMinnville that the idea hit me. I hadn't asked Tiffany to dress in anything special that day. We were just going to one of the nurseries to pick up some shrubs Tiffany wanted in her yard, and I didn't figure there would be many people there. As I drove down the highway, I was remembering how Tiffany reacted to flashing truckers that afternoon, and realized she could show more of herself now."Tiffany, how about taking off your coat.""Why would I want to do that? It's cold."I reached over and turned up the heater control a little."It's gonna be hard to take off your top if you still have your coat on.""I'm not taking off my top. I'll freeze.""No, you won't. You can put your coat back on afterwards, well, after you take off your bra too.""Then I'd be naked under my coat.""Yep. All naked and sexy.""And you're going to make me flash truckers again?""Nope. But you are going to flash somebody.""Who?""I don't know yet. Maybe some guy looking for an apple tree. You can show him your apples.""I don't have apples. Mine are more like grapefruits."I chuckled."I'm sure he'll enjoy them even more then. Now, off with the blouse and bra, unless you'd like a little more punishment. There are a lot of trucks on the road today. I'll bet they'd love getting mooned by your sexyass."Tiffany took a deep breath, undid her seat belt, and unzipped her coat. Once her coat was laying on the seat beside her, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her soft shoulders. About then, a car passed us. Tiffany grabbed her coat and covered herself up.I laughed."Tiffany, this is a four-wheel drive truck. We're too high up for anyone in a car to see you. You don't have to cover up.""I do if I'm going to take off my bra. Now, don't peek. If I have to flash somebody, I want to flash them, not have you staring while I get my bra hooks undone."I kept looking down the road until Tiffany said, "OK, I have my coat back on now."Except for her blouse and bra in the seat beside her, I couldn't tell any difference, and that was what I wanted. She'd feel safe and at ease until I asked her to do what I was going to ask.She wanted a barberry, and there were many from which to choose. They were all sitting in rows in their burlap root ball bags out in a large area beside the nursery office. Tiffany went from one to the next, looking at the prices. I watched to see if anyone was walking our way. There was one guy about twenty feet away and pretty soon, he started walking toward us. Tiffany was bending over to look at the tag on the shrub in front of her.In a quiet voice, I said, "Tiffany, open up your coat."Tiffany snapped upright."What!""I said, open up your coat.""Out here? In front of everybody?""Well, everybody is just one guy, and I don't think he'll mind. Of course, if you're too slow, I'll have you walk around a little with your coat open.""But this place is so open. Can I just show you instead?""Oh, all right. I suppose, but you better leave that coat open for more than a couple seconds."Tiffany stuck out her little pink tongue, but unzipped her coat. After taking a deep breath, she opened it a little. I saw beautiful, deep cleavage, and a little of the round lower part of her big breasts. After a couple seconds, Tiffany closed her coat, zipped it back up, and smiled."Satisfied now?""No. I didn't see much, and you'd better hurry. There's another couple walking this way. Maybe his wife would like to see you too. I think when they get closer, I'll ask her.""No. Not another woman. I'd just die. Come closer and I'll just show you."Tiffany unzipped her coat again, and stepped a little closer yet. When she opened her coat, I'm sure my mouth fell open, because she giggled and said if I didn't close it, I'd swallow a bug.In truth, I'd seen Tiffany's breasts before, just one short flash from the side and the reflection of them in my side window when she'd flashed the truckers, but I'd never seen them this close. I'd also never seen them this cold. In the few seconds Tiffany held her coat open, her dark pink nipples went from soft rounded bumps on her nipple beds to stiff, dimpled nubs surrounded by circles covered with little ridges and tiny bumps.I also hadn't seen just how beautiful her breasts were. They were large, which I love, but they weren't like some. Her breasts sat proudly on her chest, and her nipples pointed up and out and not down. I was still staring when Tiffany closed her coat and giggled."Now are you satisfied?""I don't think I'd ever be satisfied with just one look. You're beautiful.""So, you're going to make me do it again?""Oh, yeah, just as soon as this couple goes by; unless you want to flash them now too."Tiffany grinned."No, I'll just flash you today, if that's OK. I kind of like seeing you with your tongue hanging out.""My tongue was not hanging out. I'd have noticed something like that."She grinned again."Maybe I'll keep my coat open longer next time, just to see if it does come out."By the time Tiffany had opened her coat three more times, twice on her own and within sight of people with their backs turned, I was more than ready to take her right there on the ground. It wasn't the sight of her bare breasts. It wasn't the nervous grin on her face when she opened her coat. It was all of that and more. Tiffany was beautiful, but her little quirk was the trigger. I'd always dreamed of having a woman other men lusted after but knowing she'd only come home to my bed. Tiffany seemed to enjoy making other men feel that way. I didn't dare ask her about the last part. While she was more desirable than any other woman I'd ever met, that choice was one I'd leave up to her.Tiffany bought her barberry bushes and I put them in the bed of my truck and tied them down. On the drive to her house, Tiffany was pretty quiet for a while and I had no inkling as to why. She'd been happy, even a little giddy about flashing me at the nursery. Now, she sat and stared out the window.I finally had to ask her what was wrong."Tiffany, did I do something back there that you didn't like?""No, I liked everything you said and did.""Then why so quiet?""That's the problem; I liked everything you said and did today, and I liked going to Opry Mills with no bra, and I liked showing my boobies to those truckers.""I'm confused here. If you like doing things like that, why are you not talking to me?""I'm trying to figure something out.""And what would that be?""If I'm crazy or not."I laughed."Why would you think you're crazy?""Because I'm terrified of doing things like you've been telling me to do, but I do them anyway and I don't know why and it makes me feel really good afterwards. Now I want to do it all the time.""Well, that's not crazy. A little different maybe, but not crazy. I like the difference, by the way.""Well, what would my mother think if she knew I ran around showing my boobies to strange men?""I don't know. Maybe she likes doing it too. Ever think of that?""Not Mom. She never even showed any cleavage, even at home.""I wouldn't worry too much about what she thinks unless you do it when she's around. What you've been doing isn't going to get you into trouble, well, unless you go parading around buck naked in your back yard."I grinned."You gonna start doing that next?""Heavens no. What would my neighbors think?"Well, the men would think it's great. The women; probably not.""So, I'm not crazy?""Nope; sexy as all hell, but not crazy."To be continued in part 2, by ron de for Literotica.

A culture of copulation without condoms.Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Amy and Alonso were now regularly playing their game of condom "roulette". So far, she had always been able to tell when he had a condom on, even when he tried to psych her out. Which meant half the time, their trysts could be consequence-free.As for the other half of the time, Amy knew that any contact between his bare cock and her vagina was a risk. At first, she was good about putting a stop to it right away. Then they'd do other things. She even tried anal once, to at least check it off the list.But over time, she found herself not speaking up immediately, when he pressed himself into her without protection. She knew it was a risk, but it was a moderate risk, a calculated one, instead of the all-consuming fire of complete submission.Once, it went on long enough that she felt his hands tighten on her hips in a way she recognized. It was almost time, but there was still a chance to stop him short, and she knew it was cruel at that point, cruel to both of them really, but she felt like she had to. He pulled out as soon as she asked him to, and disaster was averted. Probably anyway.The next time, she really wanted to feel him in her, but not risk getting that close to the edge."Can you just; leave it in for a little while?" she suggested."Sure," he replied.It was comforting and peaceful just feeling him inside her. And still exciting, in a different way. She could feel every contour of his penis inside her, and every movement. Every twitch that meant more precum seeping into her milieu."What shall we do in the meantime?" he asked, answering his own question by tracing a line across her stomach with his finger.Her abdominal muscles undulated under his touch, making her vagina tense around him. She knew he felt it by his quiet grunt, and how he firmed up more inside her. So she carefully tested out her vaginal muscles, trying to flex each one individually, seeing what made him react.His grunts were coming faster now, as their sexes conversed delicately. Every jolt between them sparked little aftershocks through her, like many peaks in miniature. She'd have been content to keep this up for hours.Suddenly she felt him swell up, more abruptly than she was expecting. She knew the options before her in that moment, and her mind nearly got carried away contemplating the path in which she said nothing, did nothing, and got to feel his seed filling her deep inside.Instead, she pulled herself off of him, knowing that there was no time to even ask him to retreat. She knew she had judged it right, when she felt hot liquid across her thigh. She tore off the blindfold, to see his semen dripping off her onto the sheets."Did any get inside me?" she asked."You tell me," he said."Did it?" she asked. "I need to know."From what Carmen had described, it seemed like something she'd feel, but she couldn't be sure without experiencing it, as far as she knew, anyway, and right now she needed to be sure."No, your timing was impeccable, dear," he said. Then he started singing, "I need to know, I need to know, tell me baby girl; Oh right. You're too young to remember that song."She still wasn't sure how much comfort to take in that, but if neither of them thought he ejaculated inside her, she supposed that was she best they could do. Even so, she couldn't stop fixating on it. If one of his swimmers reached her egg, would she feel that at all?She wondered what she would do if it happened. She'd be just like the girls she was interviewing. Not that she was all that different from them in general. Although they certainly came from all different backgrounds.Her next interview was with Lucy. She was a blond girl from Utah."So I'm doing a story on teen sex and pregnancy," Amy told her."Well, I can tell you about pregnancy, obviously, but I didn't get pregnant by having sex."Amy was a bit confused for a moment, and tried to make that add up. "If you don't mind; how does that work exactly?""Jacob and I, he's my best friend, we're saving ourselves for marriage," Lucy said. "So we weren't having sex.""Then what were you having?"Lucy sighed. She'd probably explained this a thousand times before. "We were soaking. You know, you put it in to soak? That's all it was. That's all it ever was. And yet now; " She gestured at herself, visibly pregnant. Her formerly athletic figure had quickly filled out, to look more like Amy."Are you saying Jacob never; ?""Never what?" Lucy asked, really not getting it."Never; well; ejaculated?""No, no, no. Absolutely not. We never even got close to that point. That's not what soaking is," Lucy said. "Soaking isn't sex. It's just a pleasant way to pass the time until you can have sex someday. With your spouse."And yet, that was pretty much what Amy had recently tried with Alonso, and they had both been almost to the point of orgasm by the end.Seeing Lucy in the family way was a chilling wake-up call for Amy. She'd gotten way too lax about this, and she wasn't feeling comfortable with the risks she'd already taken. She risks that might already be taking root inside her.The next time she went to Alonso's house, she managed to bring a twenty again, finally.He took it, but looked confused. "I thought we were enjoying ourselves.""No!" she said. "I mean, we were, but we shouldn't have. There's too much at stake.""What has you so worried about this now?" he asked, sitting with her, putting a comforting hand on her back."I talked to this girl at school who, from what I can tell, got knocked up by a guy's precum. They were doing what we did the other day.""That will not happen with me," he said. "Believe me, I've been married five times. You know why I moved to the States? Because back in Spain, I was in poverty from trying to keep up with all the child support payments. Every woman I've been with has gotten pregnant at some point. But never from that."This was a lot of information Amy hadn't had before, and she found herself getting a bit hung up on the fact that every single woman he'd been with had gotten pregnant. She really was playing with fire."This other guy, probably he rubbed one out before he went to see the girl. That's when it's dangerous. He probably still had sperm cells hanging out in there from before. I never do that." He said it with such conviction."Okay, hand me the blindfold and flip the coin," she said. "But you better pull out in time."Knowing Alonso's track record made her simultaneously more afraid of where this was headed in the long term, and more comfortable with taking the kind of risk today that they'd already taken in the past."I'll pull out as soon as you tell me to," he said.She wondered what would happen if she simply didn't tell him to. That would be a mistake, but she couldn't be sure of herself anymore either.Then he was in the bed lying beside her, rolling her towards him."Or if you're on top, it's up to you," he said, guiding her up over him.He reached down between them to guide him in for her. She could feel that he was naked inside her this time. It was a thrill, but she really did have to be careful. She started gently rolling her hips back and forth, feeling his flesh slide against her walls. He started moving in concert with her at first, his cock pressing eagerly up into her center.She was quickly getting worked up, but she couldn't just ride him with abandon. She had to keep paying close attention to how his body reacted to every movement of hers. But that also made it more passionate, more intense. Every move she made was calculated for its effect on herself and on him.His tension was building, she could feel his fingers digging into her hips. She felt him swell up inside of her. She knew that to keep herself safe, this was the right moment to dismount. But pulling herself up off his cock was the hard option. It would be so easy to just not do that. Every woman he slept with wound up pregnant; she may as well enjoy it.But then; nothing. He stopped thrusting up into her, and managed to pull himself back from the edge. Disaster averted, at least for now."I could've had you there," he said."Then why didn't you?" she asked.He had already won, and the spoils of victory were his for the taking whenever he liked. He had pushed her to the point beyond reason where she'd willingly accept it. If not this time, then maybe the next time. It made her feel corrupted, but also it drove her wild."Because I'm enjoying this more," he said. "And because when I knock you up, I want you to choose it more affirmatively than that. Otherwise, you might not keep it."When, not if. At his words, the orgasm that Amy was studiously keeping at bay could no longer be contained. It hit her fast and hard. She was shaking and bucking and moaning, desperately hoping that he could weather the tempest inside her. She felt her body squeezing and caressing him, betraying her.I'm not a breeder, she reminded herself. So why does my body react this way? She remembered what he had said. She was built for it. It was sure to happen sooner or later. She was starting to wonder if maybe he was right.When she came down from her high, she felt him approaching his again. She realized that she now had a certain power over him too. She had found a line he wouldn't willingly cross. But she didn't want to torture the poor man.She realized she'd already pushed her luck much further than she should have. So when she felt him swelling up again, she pulled herself off him with great reluctance, and brought her mouth down on him. She could taste herself and his sticky, salty precum. It was a relief, because she knew what his semen tasted like, and this wasn't it. A moment later, he put a hand on her head and exploded in her mouth.Monday morning, her friend Jill was standing by her locker. Her flannel shirt was straining at the buttons now. "I heard about this little project of yours, through the support network.""Support network?" Amy asked, before she realized. Of course the teenage mothers had a club. And now that was a social circle that Jill was a member of. "Oh.""I'll do an interview, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but I don't want my name published. I don't want anybody knowing it was me.""That works for me," Amy said. "Jill, I meant to apologize for how I reacted.""I can tell. You're changing, and that's what matters."Amy knew what she meant. Her interview series was an attempt to show Jill she could do better at understanding the other side of the issue. But Amy also felt like it was changing her on a more fundamental level. For god's sake, she'd be pregnant with Alonso's child already, if he hadn't held back. And sooner or later, if Alonso's predictions were true, Amy would be changing even more, as motherhood would mold her body around it."Tell me what happened," Amy said, when they found a spot to talk privately in low voices."I thought I was doing everything right," Jill said. "I was on the pill and Craig was good about always using condoms. But then there was one time the condom slipped off inside of me. So I had to get a morning after pill. There was another time that it tore during the act, and we didn't find out until afterwards. Those emergency pills make me feel awful, by the way. When I missed my period, I realized that the pill wasn't the right dose anymore. I had grown and gained weight since I got it prescribed. That time I got an abortion pill and stopped it short.""Wow. I had no idea," Amy said. What she meant was, you didn't tell me any of this at the time."I was ashamed, and I thought I could handle it myself," Jill said. "It's not something anyone has a right to know."Amy nodded. "So what happened differently this time?""Well, you know that Craig is off at college already, so we're long distance. I was only with him the once on Thanksgiving weekend. And he wore a condom like usual. We didn't notice anything wrong with it at the time, but it must have sprang a leak or something. I didn't notice for like a month and a half, because I didn't know anything had gone wrong. Maybe if I'd caught it earlier, I would have aborted again, but at this point? I've got a foster family lined up. I'll give birth sometime this summer and be back on my feet for college in the fall.""That's; badass, actually," Amy said.By now she'd heard a bunch of pregnant girls talk through their plans for how to handle it. They had each found some way to make it work. But Amy was impressed with Jill. Amy thought, when I get pregnant, that's how I want to handle it. And then she realized where her thoughts had strayed, and she felt disgusted and ashamed with herself."Thanks," Jill said. "Are you cool with this?""Yeah," Amy said. "As long as you're not recruiting me for the club."Amy was having a hard enough time staying out of that club as it was. She worried that with a little pressure, she might tip.Jill laughed. "Of course not. I know you're more of a never-ever kind of person. But I want you to know that if you ever find yourself in the family way, you can count on me. I'm here for you."Amy gave her a tight-lipped smile. She didn't feel like such a never-ever kind of person anymore. She could still hear Alonso saying it was going to happen sooner or later. She had even been ready to let it happen. In the moment, she almost wanted it. That scared her, but also excited her more than she wanted to even admit to herself. Nowadays all her most explosive fantasies involved feeling her lover spread his seed deep inside her. Or waking up already pregnant with his child. She was having a lot of trouble reconciling all of this with who she thought she was, the kind of girl who would never get into that situation.In the days after talking to Jill, Amy thought a lot about contingency plans. Whether she'd abort or carry it to term. Whether she'd keep the baby or give it away. She knew a pregnancy could take a while to detect; she might already be pregnant from the risks she'd taken with Alonso. Neither of them thought he had ejaculated inside her (if he was a reliable source), and she wasn't 100% sure about his claim that his precum was sterile. Sure, she'd tried to put herself in the shoes of her interview subjects before, but these plans weren't just thought exercises anymore.But also she felt bad for Jill. Jill hadn't even realized in the moment that she was taking a risk. To Amy that seemed like being cheated out of the opportunity to choose it in the moment. When she got pregnant, she wanted to know it was happening.And as she said, Jill had done everything right, and life still found a way. It had been an uphill battle for Jill to stay childless, and eventually she had to surrender. Amy wondered how long she could fight that battle herself. Or if she should even try.Amy counted ahead. If she got pregnant before the end of senior year, she might have to skip a year of college. But that'd be fine. Lots of kids took a gap year.The next time she went over to Alonso's house, she told him, "We don't have to flip the coin anymore, unless you want to.""Really? What changed?" he asked."I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're thinking," she said. Not yet, anyway. Though they were both obsessed with it apparently. "You've proven that I can trust you when it matters most."She knew she might be overselling the extent of his virtue and judgement and self-control, but she wanted it to be true. And she didn't want it to all be on her all the time."So the training wheels are off?"She nodded and smiled. "Oh, the training wheels are all the way off."He climbed onto the bed with her and kissed her. He kissed her all the time, but this felt different. She wasn't his pupil anymore. She was an equal now in his eyes.He kissed his way down her body, making her shiver and writhe. This wasn't a big change. They'd be doing basically the same thing as before, but with her eyes open for once. But they both knew there probably wasn't going to be any coming back from this. Amy wasn't sure he'd wear a condom with her ever again, and she was having trouble regretting that like she would have before.He tongued her clit until she squeezed his head between her thighs and her hips bucked uncontrollably. When he finally let up, his face was smeared with her juices, and she could feel much more where that came from."You know you're ovulating, right?" he asked."What?""Your juices are stickier this time of the month. You also get hornier, and more willing to take risks," he said. "You didn't know?"She blinked. It was news to her, and yet it explained so much. "No, I, "It was something she hadn't noticed about herself, but it was also valuable information about how this could play out. She'd be at her most fertile today. It meant the risks they took would be riskier, but it also meant that if she decided to get pregnant, there'd be a higher risk of it happening when she intended it to. She thought about Jill getting knocked up without even knowing it at the time. That wasn't how Amy wanted it to go for her."I didn't mean to kill the mood," Alonso said, moving up on top of her.Before he could press his weight down on her, she rolled the two of them over. Sitting atop his crotch, she guided his bare cock into herself. Knowingly, willingly, without a doubt. She knew there was a time when she would've never done such a thing, but something in her was broken now, or maybe it had just been reshaped into something new. It added a wicked delight to every sensation as she rolled her hips."No, just the opposite, actually," she said.She let herself seek her own pleasure for a while in pressing her clit against his pubic bone, but she wasn't the only one."Dios mio, Amy," Alonso swore, struggling to hold himself back."I thought it was cheating for you to warn me," she said."We're not playing a game anymore.""Oh it was never a game for me," Amy said. She stopped moving, and reached around behind her to grab his balls. "You will cum inside me. But not until I tell you to."It was a dangerous thing to promise, but it also felt like a pretty safe prediction. And she enjoyed the glint in his eye.He wrestled back control and rolled her onto her back, driving himself back into her, again without protection. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her drove her mad. Not just the sensation itself, but also the knowledge of what it meant, and what it was leading up to.She was on the precipice of an orgasm she couldn't quite reach, and then she realized Alonso was keeping her there on purpose."Please!" she gasped."Please what?" he said in a choked voice. It was straining his endurance too."Don't stop.""If I don't stop, I will ejaculate inside your vagina," he said. "Is that what you want?"She hesitated, but she couldn't find the will to deny what every part of her wanted. "Yes."She'd made a big show of having control over him, and now she resented how easily he turned the tables on her. But she also didn't want to resist. She wanted what he wanted. To be toyed with. To be claimed. To be ruined. She'd never felt him cum inside her before, but she could imagine it happening. She'd imagined it many, many times already, and brought herself to many, many orgasms doing so. Now she found she couldn't turn away from the prospect of experiencing it in real life.Amy thought saying yes once would be enough. It was a mistake, she knew, and if he gave her the chance to have second thoughts and take it back, she just might. After all, it was the responsible thing to do."And if I do that, if I ejaculate inside your vagina, you will get pregnant," he said. "Are you saying that's something you want to happen?""Fuck," she gasped, desperate. His words made her think of all the cautionary tales drilled into her, but also the real lives of the pregnant girls she knew. It was all swirling around in her mind, in one unsolvable knot. But with every moment that she contemplated it, she felt the power that the possibility had over her. She could feel it in the way her whole body yearned for it. In the end, she had to admit it to him and to herself. "Yes."That should be enough, but he still wasn't cumming inside her. Why not?? She was desperate for it, burning up with desire for it."I want to hear you say it," he said, slowly and carefully. "Tell me you want me to get you pregnant, and it'll happen. I'll ejaculate inside your vagina, and my sperm will find your egg, and you will be pregnant with our child. Tell me what you want, Amy."He moved inside her intermittently, denying her of her climax, and denying himself too, as he waited."I want; " she began.For a moment, she realized what she was about to say, and the real, impeding implications of saying it. She tried to dissuade herself from doing this. But she couldn't manage it. Not anymore."I want you cum inside me. I want to get pregnant with your child. Please."Even as she was saying what he needed to hear, she felt him letting go of his self-control, swelling up inside her, once, twice, thrice, as the floodwaters built up inside of him. And he grew larger than she'd ever felt him before. Then his semen shot deep into her. She could feel the force of it rushing out of him and hitting her deepest recesses, then swirling and filling her with heat and fullness.She had never felt a man ejaculate inside her before, but there was no mistaking the sensation, and she immediately knew what the pregnant girls told her. Like it did for Carmen, it immediately set off Amy's orgasm like a depth charge. She screamed and clung to Alonso with all her strength.Her vaginal muscles contracted hard, almost painfully, around him. It made him grunt in her ear, as he swelled up again and shot more of his seed as deep into her as he could reach. As close to his target as he could get. This set off another shock wave in her synapses, making her squeeze down on him again.She lost track of how many times their orgasms set each other off. How many voluminous spurts of sperm cells he put inside her. How many times her body welcomed that seed, thanked him for it, and squeezed more of it out of him. She remembered what he said. Maybe she really was built for this.Afterwards, she could still the hot pressure of it all, seeking out her fertile egg. This was the part where she thought she'd regret it. She thought she'd freak out. But she was riding a stratospheric endorphin high. It stayed with her, even after she walked home and showered off the smell of sex.Amy's mother had a weekend trip planned for the two of them. It meant she had no opportunity to sneak away and acquire a plan B. Not that she wanted to. She wasn't sure. Every time she thought about doing that, her mind went back to that perfect moment when he flooded her with his seed. She spent the whole weekend feverish with a desire she had no outlet for.The next Friday, she went to Alonso again. No training wheels, no games, no uncertainty about what either of them wanted. When she left, her vagina was full of his semen again. He came inside her multiple times that afternoon.But on a hunch, Amy stopped by the pharmacy to buy pregnancy tests. She bought a multi-pack; she red somewhere that you could get a positive result after a week. She expected to be testing every week until she saw a plus. But she took a test when she got home, and it was positive on the first try. From the first time Alonso ejaculated inside her. It seemed like luck, if she could call it that, but on the other hand, she had been ovulating that day, and as he'd said, maybe she really was built for it. She was certainly going to find out soon enough.Then she sat down to finish her piece for the school paper. She wrote, "When I started working on this story, I didn't expect to have a story of my own to add to it. That was just about the last thing I could have anticipated. But talking to our pregnant classmates made me think about the unthinkable. I'm glad I did, because now I'm better prepared for the exciting next phase of life ahead of me. The names and identifying details have been scrubbed from the stories you're about to read, but what I can reveal is that one of them is my own. I too will be one of the girls graduating this spring with a baby bump under her gown. To my best friend, I'm sorry for doubting you. Turns out we'll always be twinsies."Based on a post by shimm2 for Literotica.

Amy interviews her pregnant classmates for the school paper.Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was a Friday night with nothing else going on, and Amy was hanging out at her friend Jill's house."Now that we're in the home stretch here, we should let loose a little," Amy said. They were both admitted to college, and sure to graduate high school."You mean like have affairs with older Casanova's?" Jill teased.Amy laughed. Jill knew that Alonso, who had been her Spanish tutor, had become something more. Amy told Jill one version of it, anyway."I meant maybe we should raid your dad's liquor cabinet," Amy said."I can't," Jill said quickly.When she didn't elaborate, Amy asked, "Not in the mood for a drink?"A longer pause. Then Jill explained quietly, "I'm pregnant.""What?" Amy's world came to a screeching halt.Sure, this kind of thing happened to other girls sometimes, but that was other girls. Not girls like Amy. She'd had it drilled into her all her life that there was a narrow path to success in this world, and not a lot of room for error. And a teenage pregnancy would definitely count as an error. And an unforced error at that. It wasn't that Amy was ashamed of sex or didn't enjoy it herself, but;"All you had to do is take precautions," Amy said. "It's so simple. How could you?"Jill was supposed to be one of the good ones, like her. Sure, she'd been hooking up with Dave, but how could she be so stupid? Amy felt dizzy and nauseous herself."What the fuck?" Amy said, finding herself shouting."'What the fuck' is right," Jill said, blinking away tears. "I know it's a surprise, but this isn't something happening to you.""Not happening to me? I'm losing my best friend!" Amy said, getting up off the floor. She couldn't sit still, not while this was happening."Maybe you are," Jill said. "I; I think you should go."Amy rushed out, not because she needed permission or needed to be told, but because she didn't know how to handle this.It was a mile walk home, which helped her unwind, but didn't really clear her head. If Jill was going to get an abortion, then maybe it wasn't that big a deal. But if she wasn't willing to drink, that meant she had other plans. Plans she must have been hiding from her. Amy wondered how long this situation had already been going on. How long Jill had kept it a secret from her already. She didn't think Jill looked pregnant yet, but now she wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure of anything. It had rattled her whole worldview.When she went to school the next day, and it seemed like pregnancy was everywhere she looked. There were a couple girls with rounded bellies that stood out in the hallway. For girls that had already given birth, there was even a lactation room for them to use, repurposed from a supply closet. She saw a couple girls queuing outside it, waiting for their turn.She had kind of taken it for granted that this kind of thing happened. But now it was hitting close to home, and it seemed almost like an epidemic that was catching. Amy had heard of "baby fever" where spending time around pregnant women made you more fertile. She started to fear that at some point the school as a whole would reach a tipping point, where there'd be no stopping the trend."What's your next story going to be?" Barb, the head of the school paper asked her, in school the next day. "Amy?""Oh. Right," Amy said, trying to refocus. "Have any of you noticed how many girls in our school get pregnant?""Sure," her classmate Bill said. "It happens, and we're a large school with a slightly higher than average rate of teen pregnancy, so there's definitely a few around.""I; I just don't understand it," Amy said with frustration. She felt guilty about how she reacted to Jill's news, but Jill was avoiding her today, and Amy wasn't ready to make up yet. She realized she needed to work on herself first. "Like, how could you let that happen to you?""Not everyone 'lets it happen'," Maria said across the table."I know that rape is a problem, but most of the pregnancies around here aren't from that, or we'd see more boys getting charged.""You can't know that for sure," Maria said. "It often goes unreported.""I don't think it's as simple as you think," Bill said."Well I think it is," Amy said, trying not to get too wound up. "So I want to understand why it happens. I'm thinking, an interview series with girls who are pregnant or have been in the past."Bard said, "Okay. It's a touchy subject, so tread carefully. I look forward to reading your piece when it's done."After school, Amy went over to Alonso's house. He had been tutoring her in Spanish, up until she aced the AP exam and then finally gave herself permission to kiss him. That ended their tutoring relationship, and started the relationship they had now.He answered the door in a bathrobe, and brought her in quickly. She'd been eighteen when they first kissed, but he was still self-conscious about being seen with her. And it wasn't like Amy was going to introduce him to her mother or anything. What they had was raw and physical. Except for the "raw" part.In his bedroom, she took off her shirt, and he embraced her from behind, kissing her on the back of her neck as his hands reached around for her breasts. It made her breath catch every time.He undid her pants as she leaned back, melting into him. She could feel his cock pressing against her from behind. She climbed onto the bed and paused on all fours, and asked, "Is this how you want me?""No foreplay?" he asked."I'm in a wild mood today," she said."Training wheels on or off?" he asked.She reached down and fished a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket, and put it on the nightstand. This was part of their arrangement from the start.He knew she was a virgin while he was; the exact opposite. He considered sex with a condom to be just practice for the real thing. And while he had enjoyed tutoring her, he wasn't going to tutor her for free. So when she wanted him to use a condom, she had to pay. She could hardly complain about the education he was giving her, but it was becoming harder to find the money.Now when she felt him pressing into her from behind, she asked to double check, "Is it on?"Alonso chuckled softly to himself. "Let's consider this a teachable moment. I want you to focus on how it feels, and see if you can tell for yourself."After all thinking about Jill and seeing all the other pregnant girls at school that day, and thinking about her assignment, Amy wanted to be certain. She resented being denied that, but for the moment she played along.She focused on where they were in contact, his flared cock head pressing into the opening of her vagina. Even just that little bit of him was an intense pressure inside of her; sometimes she couldn't take the full length of him. It felt so, so good, and made her hunger to feel him push deeper into her. Of course that would be a mistake if he wasn't wearing protection. She wanted to push her hips back against him; it took all her resolve not to. Not yet. But even when she tried to analyze everything she was feeling down there, she couldn't tell. It felt like it always did, although concentrating on it made it more intense.Would he really penetrate her bareback? She didn't think so, not when she was paying him, but she couldn't be entirely sure. Guys pulled this kind of trick all the time, and she couldn't count on Alonso being better than them. Which meant that even this contact of his tip to her hole was dangerous. Her heart was starting to race."I don't know, okay?" she said, feeling defeated and inadequate."It's okay," he said soothingly. "You don't have any basis of comparison. Someday you will. We can try that whenever you're ready."She didn't like the fact that she couldn't tell. It worried her, even now, that he could slip it off and she might not even know."Okay," she said. "Show me."She felt feverish and tense. She almost jumped when she felt him nudge against her again. Just the tip, barely inside of her, and he stopped there, letting her feel it.He felt bigger, if she wasn't fooling herself. And the friction between them was; different. She could feel more of the flare of his cock's head."More," she said.He slid more of his shaft into her. She was incredibly wet, fitting him in more easily than usual, even though he definitely felt bigger without a condom on. And then he stopped there, letting her savor the sensations. This was different, and she was relieved that she could tell the difference so clearly. Even so, it made her aware of what she'd been missing out on all this time. She knew she was lucky he wasn't actively fucking her, because she wasn't sure she'd want to stop.His cock pulsed inside her, and Amy recognized that. Whenever she was sucking or jacking him off, his cock would do that sometimes, and a drip of precum would glide down from the top. Feeling that happen inside her was a reminder that this wasn't safe. She had already gotten carried away, but she had to stop it there. She pulled away, and even the feeling of his shaft on its way out of her was delicious."You want the condom back on?" he asked. "Or another blind test?""Back on, please," she said, desperate now for relief.When he slid into her again, she could tell he had the condom on again. It paled in comparison, but for better or worse, it got her mind off the risks involved. Though as they fucked, she kept thinking with disbelief that she'd actually let him put it in her bare. What if that was all it took?She was worked up already, and fast approaching her climax. But Alonso reached his first, maybe worked up by their little transgression. Amy could feel it when he filled up the reservoir tip inside her; she wondered how that part would feel without the condom, but that would definitely be going too far. A surefire recipe for baby batter.Knowing she was close, he kept thrusting into her, and she didn't want to stop, but she kept thinking about what would happen if the condom slipped off now. If that happened, it would be too late by the time either of them realized what happened."I can't. I can't," she said, pulling herself off his cock. To her relief, the condom was still on and still holding all of his load, as far as she could tell anyway."Not a problem," he said. "You lie down, I'll take care of the rest."He spread her legs and brought his mouth to her crotch. Soon she writhed and whimpered, but it was bittersweet. It wasn't the kind of climax she wanted most."Do you want to talk about it?" he asked afterwards. "Why you're so paranoid about this today?"She explained about Jill, and her story for the paper, and all the other pregnant girls, and how she worried it might be catching, but also saw no excuse for not taking simple precautions."So what?" Alonso said. "Women get pregnant all the time. It's not right or wrong. It's a natural process. It just happens sometimes.""Well, not to me, if I can help it," she said. Alonso laughed at that. "What's so funny?""It's just," he gestured to her form, up and down. "Look at you. Thick thighs. Wide hips. Plump breasts. You're built for it. It's going to happen, sooner or later."The way he was looking at her made her feel sexy, but what he was saying scared her. And she worried he might get carried away if they continued down this train of thought. They both might get carried away."I've got to go," she said, getting dressed."Don't be ashamed. It's what I'm attracted to," he said.At lunch the next day, Amy sat down next to Helen, who was gorging herself on peanut butter. Helen's dowdy clothes did little to hide the almost spherical bulge underneath."It's Helen, right?" Amy said. "I'm doing a story on the teen moms in our school. I wondered if you might share how you ended up; uh; pregnant." It sounded more awkward out loud."Glad to talk about it!" Helen said. "I'm just so proud to be bringing this little one into the world. It's the best thing I've ever done."Her attitude was utterly foreign to Amy. "So you got pregnant on purpose?""Well of course! I would only ever have sex for the sake of procreation," Helen said. "The only sin involved here is that Zeke and I consummated our marriage a little early.""Oh, congratulations! When did you get engaged?" Amy asked.She was getting the sense that this conversation wasn't going to do anything to help her understand what goes into an accidental pregnancy, and thought Helen wouldn't want to get into the juicy details anyway.Helen blushed. "Funny story, we did get engaged before we conceived, but; well; it was a matter of seconds."Her words painted a clear picture in Amy's mind. Helen and Zeke, conjoined and about to knowingly make a baby, and committing to marriage in that moment. She couldn't picture herself doing that, but it did have a certain allure. Maybe someday, with the right guy.That Friday, Amy turned her room upside down looking for cash. She had to have a twenty here somewhere. She couldn't be dead broke, could she? She couldn't keep asking her mom for cash without explaining where it was going. Otherwise maybe it was time to get a job. But not in time to meet up with Alonso that afternoon.As she went to Alonso's place, she reasoned that there were plenty of other things they could do, rather than risk it. But even after he ate her out, she found herself wanting more."Come on, can't we just skip the twenty dollars?" she asked. "Or you could spot me. I'll have it soon."He ran a finger close to her nipple, keeping her aroused. "If you go into debt with me, the conditions might be more than you're expecting."He was right. The glint in his eye made it clear that he would use her how he wanted if she gave him that opportunity. And then all her money spent on condoms would be effectively down the drain. It scared her, but she also felt her hips shift of their own accord, eager for that punishment."How about this. We could play a round of roulette for free. Fifty-fifty odds. What do you think?"Oh god, he had her on edge, and he was asking her to leave her fate entirely to chance. Better than nothing, she supposed. She felt her pussy becoming absolutely soaked."You know that letting you ejaculate inside me is something I can't afford. That would cost me a lot more than twenty dollars.""What do you mean, 'let me'? When I ejaculate inside you, it'll be your choice as much as mine."There was a lot to unpack there. 'When'? Like it was inevitably going to happen? And Amy wasn't so sure it'd be intentional. It could be accidental for them both.He got up and handed her a blindfold. Funny, how he had that handy. "We can stop whenever you want."So she could take the fifty-fifty odds, and if she could tell that he wasn't wearing a condom, she could call it off."Fine, I'll play your game," she said, tying on the blindfold. "Will you warn me when you're about to cum?""That would be cheating, would it not?" he replied. "Trust your instincts. You know what my tells are by now."Lying on her back on the bed, she heard a coin flip, and if he was tearing open a condom wrapper, she didn't hear him do it. Soon she felt the bed shift as he joined her on it, and she reached out, finding him by touch. It was a new thrill, discovering the shape of his body all over again like this.He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone. It was like he was everywhere at once, she couldn't predict where he'd kiss her next. The heat was radiating from him as he loomed over her, close enough that she could feel the thin line of hair down past his belly button. And then there was the pressure, aimed perfectly true, pressing her open for him.As he crossed that threshold again, she remembered what it felt like before, both of the ways it felt, and she was pretty sure this time he was wearing a condom. He pressed into her depths, to where she had to stretch to accommodate him. The air left her lungs and she felt like she was never going to get it back."Mm, I can't believe we waited this long to do it this way," he muttered in her ear. She could hear the smile."You mean blindfolded?" she asked."I mean raw. Unprotected. I always knew it was going to happen eventually," he said.Her rational mind was repulsed at the thought, and all that came along with it. But it also gave her an unexpected thrill. But; he had to be psyching her out, right? She was pretty sure he was wearing protection; unless that was just wishful thinking."Hang on," she said, and he stopped thrusting into her, but he was still there, tantalizing her. "You are wearing a condom, right?"Inside her, his cock spasmed as if in response. It would be weeping precum, which could be carrying a few of his sperm."Amy, I can't tell you that," he said.She was almost sure she could feel the ring of latex at the bottom of the condom. Almost."I know you are. I guessed correctly, so now there's no harm in confirming it," she said."Oh? That's your guess?" he asked. "We can stop anytime you like. Heck, you can take off the blindfold anytime you like. Either way, it's game over.""Come on, that's not fair," she said."Fair? I've played by your rules for months. This is a compromise," he said.If he wasn't playing by her rules, did that mean he was breaking them? He started moving in her again, and it was a struggle to hang on to conscious thought."But you're trying to get me to believe you're not wearing a condom right now. If I that's true, we have to stop. Are you trying to convince me to stop?""No, I want you to be honest with yourself when you decide not to. Someday soon you're going to willingly give up your silly little precautions and accept the inevitable. You're going to get yourself knocked up, and you're going to know exactly what you're doing when you do it.""No; " she objected, but his words, combined with his cock probing her depths, his entire body wrapped around hers, teasing her with every touch, all of that screamed otherwise. He had to be wrong about her, she thought. She just wasn't sure how to prove that, when she was arching her back into his embrace, gasping in his ear.When she said no, he stopped moving, but that wasn't what she meant or what she wanted. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. She was so close.He didn't tell her he was cumming, but he was right that she could tell when it was about to happen. He pushed harder into her. She wondered, if she were smaller or less sturdy, whether she might break under the strain. She could feel the muscles in his arms tensing. He swelled up inside her, and she prayed that she was right about there being a condom between them.Then after one more long pulse, their bodies as tightly coupled as they could physically be, she felt the warmth of his ejaculate. When it stayed put and didn't spread, she felt a conflicted twinge of disappointment and relief. No catastrophe today. But it was still enough to push her over the edge. Her orgasm rolled through her hard enough that she wondered if her vaginal muscles might pull the condom right off him anyhow, the way they clenched down on him.The next week, Amy managed to track down Carmen for her interview series. Carmen wasn't so far along, but everybody knew she was pregnant, for now at least."First question. Are you planning to carry it to term?" Amy asked, getting her laptop out."Hm, I don't know yet, to be honest. It would have been simpler to get an abortion earlier on, but; maybe this is weird; it's been kind of a turn on." She rubbed her belly suggestively.Carmen was a thin, with a pixie-ish bowl cut of fading green hair. Amy wondered if Carmen was flirting with her, not that she was interested."So you might keep it?""Yeah, maybe. It's not that big a deal. I could put the baby up for adoption if I have to. But also, like, I've got a support network. It'll be fine."Carmen seemed so unconcerned about her impending parenthood, that Amy was starting to feel stressed on her behalf."So how did it happen?""What, do you need a biology lesson?" Carmen said. "Joking. I've always been turned on by the feeling of a guy cumming inside me. I mean it's physically intense, like it really does the trick for me, but also, like, it's physical proof that he's climaxing, and that it was me who brought him to orgasm. And that is just the hottest thing, when I'm cumming right along with him. You know?"Amy glanced around to make sure they were alone within earshot. She couldn't believe Carmen was talking about this so explicitly, but it just seemed to be who she was."No, I, " She caught herself before admitting to this girl that she had never had a man cum inside her before. But Carmen carried on, not noticing."And then, whenever there was a risk of pregnancy, past tense now, you see, that was even more intense. When he's releasing his sperm inside you, and you know those sperm could get you pregnant, and you feel it happen, knowing you might get pregnant from it, and you want it, oh my god, it's the most. It makes me have the hugest multiple orgasms ever. Like almost to the point of blacking out."Despite herself, Amy was getting wet in her chair. She was suddenly having a lot of ideas that hadn't seemed like good ideas a minute ago. She wanted to go to Alonso and tear his clothes off and have raw, animalistic, but told herself she was just sympathetic to Carmen's story. These weren't her own attitudes towards pregnancy risk and cream pies. Her porn viewing tended to skew that way, but that was different. This was the real world, where those things were for people other than her. People who made life-changing mistakes."Sorry, you were asking when it happened?" Carmen said. "Okay, so I know the weekend that it happened, but; I couldn't tell you exactly which time it happened or whose baby it is, because we had a lot of fun that weekend. It's okay though, because the two guys at the cabin were cousins, so it's basically the same genes either way.""Oh my god," Amy said without thinking."I know, right?" Carmen said. "And now I'll always have a memento from that experience."Amy typed up her notes afterward, because she was too distracted during the interview itself to write anything down.She didn't know where this story was heading. She went into it expecting cautionary tales, but she'd talked to a Christian fundamentalist and a Satanist nymphomaniac, and both of them had embraced motherhood knowingly and willingly.It almost made Amy start to feel like the weird one, for being so decidedly against reproducing, and being so careful to avoid it. And yet, when Carmen talked about the things that turned her on, it resonated with something in her too.To be continued in part 2, based on a post by shimm2 for Literotica.

Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chris and his clit.To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.At first, when Chris woke up and saw the pillowy outlines of Mary's breasts, he was distraught. They had recited the same spell again. Surely it should have put Chris back into his own body, or at least one of the others'. But no, somehow he'd ended up in Mary's body twice in a row. He wondered if the spell had worked at all the second time, or if it just hadn't worked for him. At the very least, it meant Mary wasn't back to being herself yet either.But feeling those pillowy breasts with his hands, the nipples firming up against the night shirt, Chris started to warm to the prospect of one more day as a woman. Maybe yesterday he had woken up as a girl, but he was a woman now, having been fucked twice in the school bathroom. Chris knew he was going to be enjoying those memories for a long time to come, even though through the bathroom door he had been able to hear the other kids laughing about what was going on. Laughing that Mary was actually having sex (even though it was actually Chris). Laughing that Chris was fucking her (even though that had actually been Theresa).One more day, Chris thought. He could be okay with one more day in a female body. Just one more, and then hopefully everything goes back to normal. The longer he spent in Mary's body, the more normal it felt, and that worried him. He was starting to see things the way she did, feel things the way she did. Was he becoming more female? He wasn't sure where his mind ended and her body began.What if he were stuck as Mary for the rest of his life? He'd already been careless with her body the day before, letting two men cum inside Mary's snatch. Letting wasn't the right word. He had encouraged it. He had enjoyed it. But if this went on, if this body was going to be Chris's long term, he had to be more responsible with it, or it'd be him pushing out a baby at age 19. As it was, he might end up being the one telling Mary to push.When he had woken up yesterday he had been a virgin. He had been a good Christian boy, though at 18, "boy" didn't seem quite right. It was all changing so fast. In a way, if Mary was pregnant with his baby, Chris felt a little cheated. Yes he'd taken part in making that baby. Yes he'd felt the seed when it entered into him. But he'd still feel cheated for not being the one spilling that seed, even though the seed was his.But he'd also taken Paul's cock inside Mary's womb, because it had been Mary behind Paul's eyes. He looked back on that now with a mix of arousal and disbelief and disgust at the idea of feeling his brother's erection move inside him, even if it had felt extraordinary."Mary! Breakfast now or never!" Mary's mother shouted from the kitchen. Chris startled, realizing he'd been getting himself worked up, when he should have been getting dressed. Mary's mother hadn't noticed a thing the previous day, but Chris had kept his mouth shut around her. Speaking of mouths, his mind went back to that kiss with Mary; no, he had to focus on getting dressed.Again he downed a glass of OJ and a buttered toast and ran for the bus, slowed down by the bounce in Mary's cleavage. He spent his first class of the day in a daze. He hadn't run into any of his friends yet, since they all had different classes for first period. Mary was in a higher-level physics class than Chris was, and it was all over his head anyway, he had no hope of keeping up.Between classes, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve himself, since he had forgotten to, when he had hurried out the door. This time he remembered to go into the ladies' room.Afterwards, he couldn't help it, as soon as he started touching himself down there, he got carried away, heedless of the little yelps escaping his clenched teeth. He was trying to quickly reach an orgasm to get some relief, but he was still figuring out how it all worked by trial and error, and when he was impatient, his fingers tended to go too hard, too fast.Then he was interrupted by a knock on the stall door. Chris quickly pulled up his sweatpants and opened the stall door. In front of him was Theresa."Hey, it's me, Mary," she said, with Theresa's voice. With Theresa's slightly more slender build, and hair that gracefully curved at the shoulder. Chris prided himself on still being attracted to women."I'm you again," Chris said, and then had to explain. "I'm Chris.""Oh," Mary said, taking a second to think things through. "Look, that problem you were dealing with. Maybe I could help?" Mary said with a sly smile."You would do that?" Chris asked. He wasn't sure where this was headed, but he was dying to find out."If it'll keep you out of trouble, sure," Mary said. "But not here. Let's go to the wrestling room. It's not being used during this period."They snuck through the halls together. As seniors on the verge of graduating from this high school, no one would think twice about the two of them cutting a class. When they got to the wrestling room, Mary flipped on the lights, revealing the padded floor, the wall to wall mirror. Fortunately the door had a lock on the inside.Mary stepped close to Chris, and leaned in. Theresa was slightly taller, her neck a little longer, so Chris had to angle his head up to meet her lips. It was Chris's first time kissing a girl actually, and even though he had cherished when Mary had kissed him the day before, it had been tainted because she had kissed him with Paul's lips.Chris started to take the initiative, slipping his hands up under Mary's sweater, unclasping her bra. He was getting more practice with that. Mary gasped as Chris's hands slid across her chest, and stomach, reaching around her back and pulling her close. Hearing her gasp like that was a thrill, a sign he was doing something right. But soon Mary started undressing him. He tried to even the score, and got her to take off that sweater at least, but soon Mary had him down to just panties. And she slid those down off his hips without hesitation, because they were in fact her hips, her panties, and nothing that lay underneath was unfamiliar to her.Chris lay back on the wrestling mat, as Mary climbed over and around him, kissing his neck, kissing those pillowy breasts, kissing a ticklish line down his stomach, kissing those thick thighs. Chris paid attention as closely as he could, knowing that Mary was showing him exactly what she liked, knowing that in her body, Chris would like it too.At last Mary reached Chris's slit. Or it was really Mary's slit, though at this point Chris had experienced things with it that Mary never had. Chris felt her hot breath before he felt the teasing lick along his swollen lips, and then between them, where the moisture was building up, where the pressure was mounting. Mary's hand gripped the muscle of his leg as she carefully slid her tongue across his clit. Again, her caressing tongue felt electric against his sensitive nub, and the next time she teased his hole as well.Unlike Chris, Mary knew what she was doing, and despite how gently, patiently she was building him up to it, Chris was soon approaching an orgasm like none he had experienced yet."Oh god! I'm about to cum!" he gasped. He reached down and could just barely grasp the top of Mary's head, trying to press it into his crotch that much more, not that Mary needed the encouragement. He lifted his hips to meet her mouth, and then lost all control. His hips bucked, his knees shook, and he couldn't seem to get a good breath, as the orgasm lit him up from head to toe.Mary hung tightly to him through the storm of his ecstasy. Only when he stopped writhing and trying to fuck her face did she let go. When she stopped eating him out, he collapsed on the wrestling mat, his sweaty back sticking to the vinyl. Mary leaned up, grinning with pride. Chris felt about ready to pass out, though he knew it wouldn't be wise to do so naked in the wrestling room. They'd lucked out so far, and hadn't been disturbed, but that wouldn't last.Chris still hoped this would be his last day of being a woman. But he was glad he'd been granted this second day in Mary's body, because otherwise he would have missed out on what had just happened.Mary Masturbates.Mary licked her lips. She'd tasted her juices before; who hadn't? But this was different. Knowing exactly what would work on her body, she had brought Chris to a humongous orgasm. Mary felt good about that for multiple reasons. If Chris was sexually satisfied, hopefully he wouldn't fuck anyone else. And she was hoping that she and Chris would pair off in the end, and giving him an intense orgasm probably helped ensure that. And lastly, since she had shown Chris what her body liked, maybe he would reciprocate sometime, when this was all over.It hadn't done much for herself though, leaving her feverish with arousal and dripping wet. But that was okay. Mary had other plans for Theresa's body today. She was still mad at Theresa for everything she'd done yesterday. First Theresa had lied to her, and claimed to be Chris. Then Theresa (in Chris's body) had fucked Mary's body unprotected, taking Mary's virginity in the process and possibly knocking her up. That had been a double betrayal, because she had tricked Chris into it, and she'd gotten to have sex with Chris first. And Mary resented that Theresa had possibly gotten her pregnant without Mary getting to feel what that was like. Now in Theresa's body, Mary had the perfect chance to turn the tables.She gathered up the clothes that Chris had taken off of her, and started getting dressed again."Oh right," Chris said. "Should I take a morning-after pill, because of yesterday? I thought I could just leave it for you to figure out today, but; "Mary froze for a second. On one hand, the contraceptive would be just one sin to add to her tally, and she wasn't planning to settle up with God until all of this was over. On the other hand, she wasn't certain whether she wanted it or not. Maybe having a baby from what happened yesterday would be appropriate punishment for it. Or maybe; it would take a paternity test to sort out which brother's sperm had done it, and Chris would probably do the right thing by her regardless. Maybe having a baby would be a blessing."Don't worry about it, I can sort it out tomorrow," she said. Though she knew that things might be back to normal tomorrow, or they might not, if today was any indication. If she didn't take the pill tomorrow, things could be too far along already by the time she could. But she had another day to sort out her feelings on the matter.Chris was getting dressed as well, but Mary knelt down behind him to help get the bra back on. With that done, she gave him a kiss on the mouth, juices still on her chin, and left.At lunch time, Mary found Paul outside at a picnic table."Paul?" she asked cautiously."Yeah, it's really me," he replied. "I can't believe I ended up back in my own body, given what happened to everybody else.""Same here," Mary lied, letting him think that she was Theresa through and through."Oh you ended up back where you started too?""Yeah," Mary said. "I feel bad for Chris and Mary. But they're sure to be sorted out tonight. Third try's the charm.""Theresa, I'm sorry that I gave your virginity away, and I'm sorry that it was with Mary," Paul said."I get it, I wasn't in my right mind either," Mary joked. "And um; the only thing I regret about that is that I wasn't there to experience it. So do you think; would you want to try it again, but from the other point of view?"He got up from the picnic table eagerly and chucked the remains of his lunch into the trash bin. Mary took him by the hand, entwining her fingers with his. To pull this off, she had to be convincing, without reservation. She pulled him over to a storage shed. Putting her shoulder into it, she pushed the door open. It was musty and dark inside, but it was private, and had enough space for them to do their thing.Mary turned to Paul, putting her arms around his neck and hissed him hungrily. That hunger was real, she'd been feeling it since she woke up, and had intensified it when she ate Chris out; eating out her own snatch. In no time, they stripped off all their clothes, and Mary had Paul lay down on the hard floor. She knelt between his legs and gave his erection a lick.But that wasn't all she wanted out of him. She moved up, straddling his waist, making out with him again, pressing her crotch down on his until she felt the nudge of his member against her."Hey, do you have those condoms I bought for you?" Paul asked breathlessly."No, I threw them all out. I don't believe in contraception, remember?""You didn't believe in sex before marriage either, until yesterday.""Like you said, until yesterday," Mary said, trying to shut him up with a kiss. She reached down and lined the head of his cock up with her slit, pressing just the tip to her hole. She could tell how eager he was, his hips rising to penetrate her just a bit."You could get pregnant from this," Paul said, though his body had fewer reservations about it."I know," Mary said, as she sank down on him, taking more of him within her. "I'm counting on it.""Oh my god," Paul moaned, and Mary moaned right along with him. She'd never felt this before, never felt a cock sliding in and out of her, let alone one bearing life-sparking seed. Riding on top of him, she could control just how slow or fast they went, just how deep he slid into her, and just how much of him she let slide out again."Oh Theresa! Are you sure about this?" Paul asked. "This is for real. This is oh so real.""Yesterday was real too," Mary said, as if she was one to talk. Paul had played it relatively safe the day before. "I; I'm cumming!" She said, as it almost took her by surprise."Ung," he grunted, as he felt her vaginal walls contract around him. But Mary knew he hadn't cum yet, because she'd know for sure when he did. She stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on his lap and letting her orgasm run its course before she began riding him again.He had held out through her orgasm, which was more than she had expected, but it wasn't long after that, when his breaths turned to gasps, and she started to feel his rod swelling inside her."Theresa, are you sure you want my sperm inside you?" he managed to ask, but Mary could tell he didn't have long to decide."Oh Paul, yes! I want it!" Mary urged him on, close to another climax. "Make me pregnant! Make me yours forever!"She felt him swell up even more, his arms around her tightening, the head of his cock pushing as deep into her as he could get."Oh Theresa!" he cried, as his semen first shot out and deep into her, coating Theresa's cunt.Mary finally got to feel a man cumming inside her, and it was everything and more. Every time she felt him swell inside her, his flesh expanding outward against hers, her whole body, Theresa's body, squeezed back against him, contracting, constricting, convulsing as she felt him pour more of himself into her, until she'd taken all he had to give.Then Mary collapsed on him, spent and full at the same time. Her knees felt wobbly and limp against the gritty concrete floor of the shed. She didn't care about the moldy air, she needed to catch her breath after that."I love you, Mary," Paul said.It took Mary a second to realize what he'd said, and another second to realize that he hadn't been fooled by her attempt to trick him into thinking she was really Theresa. She wasn't ready to lift her snatch off his cock, but she did tense up a bit with worry."How did you know?" she asked. "Was it something about the way I had sex?""No, I knew because I share a bedroom with Chris, and I could tell Chris wasn't really Chris. Theresa woke me up by sucking on my cock.""I'm sorry for lying to you," Mary said.Paul laughed. "You didn't convince me, so no harm done.""Are you really in love with me?" she asked."I don't know, with all the endorphins, it felt like the thing to say," Paul said.Mary relaxed again on top of him, and squeezed him in as much of a hug as she could. She had gotten what she wanted, revenge on Theresa, and she'd gotten so much more out of it than she'd even expected. She felt full of warmth and contentment.Hopefully that night, she'd be back in her own body, and then sin be damned, she'd go on birth control right away if it meant experiencing something like this again.Christopher’s climax.Chris had seen from afar when Mary went up to Paul at the picnic table, and he had watched the pair walk off, hand in hand. Even at a distance, Chris could see the affection between them, and when they snuck into the shed, he feared the worst. So he had watched the scene unfold, through a corner of the shed's dusty window.Something sank in the pit of his stomach as he watched them undress. Chris thought he and Mary had something special. "If it'll keep you out of trouble" she'd said, but then she'd gone looking for that trouble himself, without him. And it wasn't an isolated incident either. Mary had fucked Paul first the day before too. Her first time with a woman had been with Paul, and her first time with a man had been with Paul, and Chris was starting to feel jealous.Now every time Paul tightened his grip on Mary's hips, every time Mary's should blades rose and fell, every time her cry of pleasure could be heard through the window, Chris could tell that Paul was erupting inside her, even though that was happening deep within the join of their flesh. Because Chris knew that feeling firsthand, his mind flashing back to yesterday when he'd had that same cock inside him, fertilizing him with the same sperm."Don't they look beautiful together?" Theresa said, looking over his shoulder. She was in Chris's body again."It should have been me," Chris said softly, despondently."Which one? Him or her?" Theresa asked.It was a good question. Chris still wanted to wake up tomorrow and be himself again, and he wanted to share that version of himself with Mary, like Paul just had. At the same time, he envied Mary too. Visions of the day before flashed in his mind, when it had been Chris on the bathroom counter, Paul's cock sliding deep inside him, with Mary commanding it. And that first time, with Theresa. She had tricked him into it, but they had climaxed together all the same, and he'd felt things he never had before.Inside the shed, the post-coital couple had collapsed on each other."Show's over," Theresa said, putting an arm around him. "Let's go somewhere else."Chris let her lead him, and the idea of fucking Theresa, which he would have rejected an hour ago, started to make a lot of sense. As jealous as he'd felt watching Mary on top of Paul, it had also excited him, and now with Chris feeling bitter about what he'd seen, fucking Theresa seemed like a good way to get those frustrations out of his system.They were backstage in the high school theater, where only a few safety lights were on. The theater kids wouldn't show up until later in the afternoon. Theresa started taking off her clothes; Chris's clothes; and Chris realized to his surprise that whatever hormones were happening inside Mary's body, however her neurons were hosting his mind, he was, at least right now, attracted to men. Or at least to his own body, with Theresa in it. He walked up to her, and ran his hands across her chest, her broad, manly shoulders. He slid one hand behind the muscle of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, the unshaved stubble bristling against his cheeks.Then Theresa started to disrobe him. They hadn't gotten to see each other completely naked the day before, they'd just pulled down their pants and done the deed. This time she lingered on his chest; on Mary's chest; with its full bust, freeing from that pesky bra, and fondling the mounds of his breasts. Not in the awkward star-struck way that an actual boy would have, but the way of someone who normally has breasts and remembers what feels nice. Theresa leaned over and kissed him on the neck as she started stripping him from the waist down. She laid him on the floor and there in the shadows, he felt a slight chill when she pulled the damp panties from his mound, from the wet slit between his legs. But he wasn't cold for long, because Theresa soon had her face there instead, carefully keeping the stubble out of the way, as she licked him, as she sucked on his clit.Chris was on his way to a roaring orgasm, the blood starting to pound in his ears, but neither of them wanted it to end this way. He sat up and kissed Theresa again, tasting his juices, Mary's juices, on her lips, on his lips. And then he rolled her onto her back, and climbed onto her lap. This was what he'd seen Mary do to Paul, and now Chris wanted to try it, and to even the score. At first he just pressed his slit against the erection nestled between them, rigid and hot with blood flow. He slid his slit up and down the length of it as he and Theresa hungrily made out behind the theater backdrop. And then, as if inevitable, he felt the poke of the cock head against his hole, and he pushed down on it, a little at a time. The sensation of having female anatomy was still so new, let alone the feeling of having an erect cock penetrating his vagina, that it every fraction of an inch deeper it went was a fresh sensation, and almost overwhelming. But when he took her cock; his cock; all the way inside of him, there was a perfect feeling of fullness, of snugness, of his clit pressing against her flesh when they thrust into one another."Chris, I'm going to orgasm soon," Theresa warned him. "You're in control of whether I ejaculate inside you or not.""I; I know," Chris said, focused on the symphony of sensations between them."If I do, it's going to be your sperm meeting Mary's egg," Theresa said.But that was the conundrum. He was doing this in part because he was mad at Mary, and yet getting even might mean getting Mary pregnant with his child. Chris felt like he just couldn't win. And the damage might already be done, since he'd already taken his sperm and Paul's sperm into Mary's womb the day before. But he couldn't think all this through with his orgasm approaching fast."Chris, I'm seriously about to; " Theresa only got that far before Chris felt everything inside him clamp down on her as his climax came suddenly, and Theresa lost what little control she had left. Chris felt the semen gushing into him, as if Theresa had been holding back the floodgates. As they both came together, in a magical moment their bodies synced up, Chris's vaginal spasms milking the vital fluid out of Theresa's cock; Chris's own cock, and the feeling of that swelling, that warmth pouring into him, touching off another aftershock. Chris held on for dear life, or maybe for new life, as their bodies used each other to the fullest.It was several minutes before Chris felt like moving again. He didn't feel raw or used up like he did after masturbating Mary's snatch. He felt well used perhaps, but like a well-oiled machine, or like he'd just had the best work-out of his entire life."Thanks," Chris said, getting the frumpy sweatpants back on."Hey, if we're still; if I'm still you and you're still her tomorrow, want to do this again?" Theresa asked.Chris still wasn't sure what he'd do if he was going to be living in Mary's body long-term. But he knew he wouldn't say no to that. Hell, if he was going to be Mary the rest of his life, he'd be happy having sex like that with Theresa as long as she'd have him. Maybe even mothering a child, if it came to that, a matter that might already be set in motion."Absolutely," he said.That evening, the four of them got together again. Paul brought the book, but since he was already back in the right body, he didn't chant the spell with them.The Third Morning: Mary’s next move.Mary awoke the next day in a male body again, but this time it was Chris's. She looked over to the other bed, where Paul was sleeping. She wondered if Paul would still be into her today, or if he'd still be into Theresa's body. But she also had to figure out who was in her body this time. If she didn't get whoever that was, to take a morning after pill today, it might be too late by the time they got all this sorted out.Based on a post by shimm2 for Literotica.

4 virgins  coeds end up in each others' bodies.Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Challenging Mary"But is every birth control pill a sin on its own?" Chris asked them.It made Mary's head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of them alone.The four were sitting on the back patio of the boys’ home. Their parents were out for the evening. It was a warm Sunday night, early in May.This wasn't a double date, at least not according to what Mary told her parents. And not according to what the four 18 year olds told each other. It was a group outing. The parish priests encouraged teens to organize these, rather than fall into sinful temptations by being paired off with someone.Chris's brother Paul answered. "I asked Father George about that, and he said it was.""Did he justify it with scripture though? You ask him if something's a sin, odds are he'll say yes," Chris argued. “Sometimes I wonder if priests would call anything a sin, if it violates their own celibacy vows.”Theresa looked annoyed. "It's clear, okay? Every time you take a pill, you're doing that with the intent of having sex without having children. I don't know how we get onto this kind of topic. It's not like it applies to any of us, right? Sex before marriage might be something other people do, but we're Christians after all.""Amen," Paul said, tenderly, with no irony.“There are other medical conditions that are treated with the hormone pills.” Like the woman with the issue of blood;” Chris pointed out. “It can help a correct menstrual cycle problems, too.”“True,” Mary conceded. “Jesus healed that woman, but it’s not inherently sinful to take medicine, either. We can’t assume others are sinning, if we don’t know their circumstances.”Mary secretly hoped Paul & Theresa would pair off and leave her with Chris, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. While Mary might be willing to cross the line, no way would Theresa. She was really pious. Generally Mary liked that about her; it helped her stay strong.Paul and Christopher were fraternal twins. Born the same day, but Paul was taller than Chris, and had sandy blonde hair, unlike Chris’s more muscular build and brown hair. Their parents often hosted church youth gatherings, so Mary’s parents assumed this evening was more structured than it actually was."Yeah, it's cool," Chris said. "Should we play a game?"Paul took initiative and offered; "If you all are interested, I uh; found this spooky book in the downtown library," Paul said, placing it on the table. It looked really old, but it was in good condition for its age. He opened it up to a certain page. "Check it out. It has some kind of spell, I think?""What for?" Mary asked. "Do we get to make wishes, or talk to the dead?"Paul shrugged. "I don't know. That part is written in code or something. Whatever it is, it's not English or Latin."Chris slid the book over by him, interested. "Well, you know I couldn't make any heads or tails of this at all.""So you're suggesting we hold some pagan ritual? That doesn't sound right," Theresa said."Just for the fun of it. It's not like any of us actually believe in the Greek gods or demons or whatever this is supposed to summon," Chris said. "What do you think, Mary?"Mary gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I love this weird occult stuff. I mean it's all fake, but it's interesting anyway. What do we do?"Paul got up and opened a cabinet. "Okay. We have to light a candle; and probably turn out the lights." He got the scene ready on the table in front of us.Theresa was begrudgingly going along with it. She hadn't objected again. Paul turned out the light so it was just the candle illuminating the group sitting around the table. With the book in the middle, they started chanting the words together, though it took a couple tries.When they reached the end of the poem or whatever it was, the candle went out. Mary gasped in surprise. This was a little too real. In the darkness she heard Chris burst out laughing."Hey, that wasn't funny, guys," Theresa complained. A moment later she turned the light back on. She was so confident they were all virtuous Christians, but she didn't want them to be in the dark together too long. "Which one of you blew out the candle?"They got into a little argument about who it had been. No one wanted to take credit, but Mary suspected one of the boys had done it, and wanted to just leave it unexplained.Theresa and Mary left not long after. Theresa dropped Mary off at home. "See you tomorrow," she called. Mary waved to her as she went inside. In just a few minutes Mary was ready for bed. She was kind of a modest girl, and a little curvier than her peers. She didn't bother with a lot make-up or jewelry or contacts. She settled into bed and thought about Chris again as she drifted off to sleep.A parallel world.Mary opened her eyes, and found herself in an unfamiliar room. Or rather, she didn't exactly find herself in the unfamiliar room. She didn't find herself in herself at all. The first thing she was conscious of was that she had morning wood. She'd never had that of course. As she shifted in the covers, it kept pressing against and rubbing against the fabric which was stimulating, but not an entirely nice kind of stimulating. Then she noticed she didn't have the d cup breasts that had always gotten her attention she didn't want. Gone too were her thick thighs, hips, and ass. Sitting up in bed, she looked down and saw the outlines of a rib cage under her pale skin. And that morning wood was now sticking straight out from her crotch, so firm and engorged, and so sensitive, begging to be touched. She had never seen one of these in real life before, so she felt a thrill as she put a hand on it. She felt the warmth of the shaft in her hand, and she felt the warmth of her hand through her shaft. It was a revelation.Briefly she wondered if jacking off this cock would be a sin, if it wasn't even truly hers. But that worry was quickly lost.She was so absorbed in the task at hand, that a rustling on the other side of the room startled her. It turned out the other bed was occupied! On the other bed, Chris sat up, and Mary abruptly realized that he could see her stroking her cock from there.And if she was in a boy's body, and that boy was sharing a room with Chris; that meant Mary was in Paul's body."Having trouble with that?" Chris asked, gesturing to her lap."Are you joking?" Mary asked, finding it awkward to talk in Paul's voice."Does it look like I'm joking?" Chris asked, pulling the covers aside. He too had an erection sticking out of his lap. Chris came over and knelt by the bedside, and quickly started licking the head of Paul's cock. Mary quickly surrendered herself, letting him go to town on her. This wasn't anything like she expected her first time with Chris to be, but she could hardly complain about how he was making her feel."Oh Chris," she moaned. In a teenage boy's body, it didn't take long for her to feel the sperm rising. "I'm about to uh...ejaculate," she said, struggling to find the right word.Chris kept bobbing his head as Mary felt the enormous release of Paul's load down his brother's throat."Let me reciprocate," Mary said, coming down from her climax. The very nature of this male climax felt so foreign to her mind, it was an entirely new feeling. She might be in Paul's body, but she still had feelings for Chris and wanted to lick his cock as tenderly as he had licked hers."Too late," Chris said, and Mary saw him wipe a puddle off the floor with a dirty sock."Next time," Mary said.In the silence that followed, Mary felt condemned on two fronts. She was ogling Chris’s naked cock with lust in her heart. And she had just been a passive participant in a sodomite sex act. This was too weird and she fought to clear her mind with a distraction. "Hey Chris, are you; yourself today?" Mary asked, in Paul’s voice and body."Yeah, why?" he asked nonchalantly."Um, this is going to sound weird, but; I'm Mary. I woke up in Paul's body this morning," she said, nervous about how he would react.The two compared narratives on what transpired the previous evening, and concluded that the book of spells had affected the supernatural phenomena they were now experiencing."That explains it. I don't normally do this, jacking off; in Paul’s presence. Paul and I don't. But I just had a feeling that you were someone different today, and I could tell you didn't know how to use the; equipment," Chris said with a smile. "So you and Paul switched bodies? That's wild. I guess you'd better find him and figure out how to sort all that out.""Yeah, I guess so," Mary said, giving him a shy smile that probably looked weird on Paul's features.They each showered and got dressed, then went through their morning springtime routines. Mary followed Chris's lead. Chris drove them both to school. It felt good to sit next to him in the car. She wished she could do more, hold his hand, lean her head on his shoulder; but it wouldn't look right, with her in Paul's body. And Chris's earlier display of exhibitionism seemed to have cooled."Do you know where you need to go? I mean, do you know where Paul goes for homeroom?" Chris asked.Mary dismissed the fleeting inclination to ask for his help. She also wanted to impress him. "Yeah, of course.""Good. I'm going to drop you off in front here, and then go find a parking spot," he said."Thanks, Gawd, this is weird." Mary declared, as she climbed out of the car. Paul's backpack felt really heavy. She wove through the thick crowd of students out front and into the halls of the school. This wouldn't be their school for long, she thought.She had an eye out for Paul; or rather for Paul in her own body. She was craning her neck trying to see down the hallway, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Theresa. Mary thought it was weird to be seeing Theresa from above; Theresa was usually the taller one."Hey? Paul? Didn't you hear me calling your name?" Theresa asked."No," Mary said. "Listen, you're not going to believe what happened to me.""I know," Theresa said, matter-of-factly. "Come with me."Theresa took Mary's hand, or Paul's hand really, and tugged her around the corner, past the bathrooms and the vending machines, and into a supply closet. Theresa shut the door behind them."Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I'm not really Paul," Mary said."Mary, I said I know," Theresa grumbled."What do you mean?""Because I'm Paul," Theresa explained. She started taking off her shirt while Mary thought for a moment. If she was in Paul's body, and Paul was in Theresa's body, then maybe the three of them had been switched around. After all, Chris said he wasn't any different, other than feeling a sudden desire to enjoy mutual masturbation.Theresa; Paul, actually; was quickly down to his panties. Well, the panties belonged to Theresa. Mary couldn't keep it all straight."Why are you getting undressed?" Mary asked."Can I ask you a favor?" Paul asked. "I've been out-of-my-mind horny since this all started, and I know it's a sin, but I tried masturbating down there, but still! And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not only to feel what it's like from the other perspective, but to feel what it feels like for someone who's with me in particular; ""What are you suggesting?" Mary asked."Would you please have intercourse with me?" Paul pleaded.Mary was caught off guard. She was supposed to wait until marriage, but she had thought about giving it a go early with Chris, and then there had been the blowjob that morning, and Mary still wasn't sure what that counted for.And now Paul was propositioning her. But it was also easy to ignore that it was Paul in Theresa's body, because it ultimately was Theresa's breasts before her, her nipples erect, her bush exposed, her eyes looking up at her full of hope and desire. Mary never would have thought she was attracted to Theresa, but her mind and Paul's teenage boy hormones were mixing."I don't know," Mary said. She realized her uncertainty alone would reveal a lot.Paul handed her a condom. "Here. We won't leave a trace. It'll be like it never even happened, and Theresa doesn't even need to know.""I'm not sure I would go that far," Mary said. Theresa would deserve to know if her virginity had been taken. But would it be Mary who had taken it, or Paul? And would Theresa have really lost her virginity at all, if she didn't participate in it? Somehow despite the intensity of her orgasm earlier that morning, this was all quickly getting her worked up again. Paul reached out and unzipped the fly on her jeans; his jeans, letting the erection inside free. Paul reached into the boxers and caressed it. He knew exactly what to do, since it had been his own, up until today. Mary's objections were shrinking from view."But I guess you're right, that it wouldn't do her any harm," Mary belatedly finished the thought. "And then we've got to get this all sorted out today." She stepped closer and kissed her friend on the lips hungrily.Christopher’s Parallel Paradox.He immediately felt different when he woke up. It wasn't just the texture of the big t-shirt he was in, or the fact that he was wearing a t-shirt at all. It was the round bulges of flesh underneath that shirt, it was a body with weight distributed very differently from his own.The alarm was beeping, and it took him a minute to figure out how to silence it. And then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Holy shit! He was Mary. He sat down on the edge of the bed, dumb-founded. He'd never been to Mary's room, but that had to be where he was.He realized he had to roll with the situation. Hopefully Paul would know how to undo whatever they'd done the night before.Chris pulled the t-shirt up over his head and reached for a clean one from the open dresser drawer. He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror, of his bare breasts, of the panties covering his crotch, and that's when it really hit him. Chris had never seen breasts before, not in real life, not up close like this. Should he fondle them? Mary would never know. It was too good to pass up. Like the teenage boy he was, he started to get turned on at the sight of Mary almost naked, but it didn't have to stay "almost". And quickly he learned what her breasts felt like, and what it felt like to be felt up.Cautiously, he slipped the panties down. He'd probably need a fresh pair of those too, especially since he could feel the heat and moisture building between his legs. It almost felt like an erection, the way he was swollen down here, and begging to be touched. Chris had certainly never touched a snatch before, and he explored the outer folds of skin, slowly, carefully. But if it hurt, he'd know. He knew right away when his index finger nudged his clitoris. It felt like an electric jolt of pleasure. And while it didn't feel like it would take much clitoral stimulation to get him off, there was more he wanted to discover. He found that he was indeed getting hot down there, and sopping wet, and his middle finger slid into the tight muscle within. Chis could only imagine what it would feel like to be penetrating Mary's snatch with his cock, when he had it back. And he could only imagine what it would feel like to have something more than a finger pressing into him, probing him deeper.He was on the edge of orgasm when Mary's mother called out, "Hurry up, honey! You're going to be late for school!"With a sigh, Chris wiped his fingers on last night's shirt and got dressed. Even though he knew he had to dress like Mary would, and play the part, it felt a little odd to be putting on her clothes. It took him a few tries to get the bra fastened, and even then, the hooks were lined up wrong.At school, Chris felt the urge to pee, and unthinkingly he went into the men's room like usual. It wasn't until he had wiped himself off that he realized his mistake, but by then it was too late. With his pants down, he thought about finishing what he'd started back in Mary's bedroom, but he decided he shouldn't linger in the wrong bathroom too long.When he came out of the stall, he found himself face to face with himself."Hey, bro," Chris heard himself say.In Mary's body, Chris asked, "Paul? Is that you?""Yeah," Chris's body replied. "Lucky you, eh? Getting a morning alone with Mary's body?"Chris laughed. He considered denying it, but his brother wouldn't believe that for a second. "It's been; educational.""There are other things you could learn, other lessons we could teach her," Paul said. "This is a golden opportunity. Can I take a look?"Chris dropped his pants again (Mary's pants) and got up on the counter and spread his legs (Mary's thick thighs). Paul leaned over to get a look, so close Chris could feel his got breath on his glistening vulva. And then Chris nearly jumped when he felt Paul part those lips, and slip a finger into him. That aching desire that had been with Chris all morning suddenly flared up. He gasped aloud."Relax," Paul said. "This is Mary's cunt, not yours, remember?"Chris nodded for his brother to continue. He knew what it looked like when he had an erection, and it wasn't hard to tell that his cock was straining against his pants fabric now."What do you think? Should we fuck this slut?" Paul said with a wicked grin."I think she's a virgin," Chris said."Then you could be the one to do the honors, brother," Paul said. "Don't you want to know what it feels like? I know I would, if I were you."The truth was, at this point Chris hardly needed to be convinced to get fucked. Or to get fucked with his own cock. There was something particularly taboo about that idea. But it was his brother's desire to fuck Mary's snatch, knowing it was Chris in her body. That was hard to reconcile with his animalistic desires. But if Paul was so eager to, then it had to be okay, even if it did still feel a little weird."Yeah, give it to me," Chris said. His brother pulled out his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. He moved between Chris's legs and lined the tip of the cock up with Chris's hole. And then bracing a hand on the bathroom mirror, Paul pushed the head of Chris's cock into Mary's snatch. For Chris, it felt huge, like he was going to burst. He felt it pressing against his vaginal walls. The shape of the obstruction was familiar, but the way it felt as it inched into him was completely new, and it sparked sensations that had new analogue in his male mind. When he felt the cock; his own cock; pressed all the way into him, nudging something sensitive deep inside, he grabbed his brother's hips; his own hips; and shook with bliss. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, but he was eager to find out.Mary’s alternate reality.Having awakened earlier and brought Paul to orgasm, Mary felt the familiar boil of semen in her balls, a sensation she was getting better at recognizing and anticipating, and with an undignified grunt, she started to ejaculate into the rubber, and collapsed on Paul's chest; Theresa's chest, rather, with these firm pointed breasts heaving.In the post-coital glow, Mary wasn't sure where this left her. When all this was sorted out, would she be attracted to Paul because of the glorious first intercourse they'd had together, or would she be attracted to Theresa for how good her body had felt? Mary's mind cleared as she got up off the floor of the storage closet and slipped the spent condom off her softening cock.If Paul was in Theresa's body, then that meant Theresa had to be the one in Mary's body. Mary felt a pang of guilt that she had maybe taken Theresa's virginity, but well, Paul had insisted."I don't know how you all deal with being turned on all the time," Mary said."I don't know how you all deal with it either," Paul said contentedly, still sprawled out on the narrow floor of the closet. "Thanks, though.""You knew who I was right away," Mary realized out loud. "Does that mean you already ran into me today? I mean, whoever's in my body?""Yeah, last time I saw Chris, he was headed into the second floor men's room actually. The one with just one stall?" Paul said."Hang on," Mary said. "Chris is the one in my body, not Theresa?""Yeah, that's how I knew who you were. All four of us got mixed up," Paul said.Chris, actually Theresa; had pretended to be Chris, when they woke up. She kept up the rouse all the way to school.Chris wasn't Chris, it was Theresa. It had been Theresa who had given her a blowjob when they woke up together, carrying out her desire for Paul’s cock, which actually made more sense than Chris suddenly decided to suck his brother's cock. And then Theresa had lied and said she was really Chris.And Mary realized that if it was Chris in her body, then he could be up to no good like his brother was. Mary fastened her jeans and quickly snuck through the hallways of the school, up the stairs, to the second floor bathroom.The sounds she heard as she approached the door confirmed her worst fears. A woman inside was whining in time with a man's grunts. It was her own voice actually, Mary just wasn't used to hearing it coming from outside her own head. But she still wasn't prepared for the scene she found when she opened the door. Her body was up on the counter, her back against the mirror, her legs spread wide. And Chris's body was thrusting up against her. The two were so enthralled in the act that they barely spared her a glance as she came in.At first she felt betrayed and sick to her stomach. She'd had such a crush on Chris. But here he was, in Mary's body, fucking Theresa. And at the same time, what she saw before her was the act she'd been dreaming of: Chris's cock sliding in and out of Mary's snatch. Though she wouldn't have picked a school bathroom for the venue. Mary wondered if maybe there could be some hope for her and Chris after all? That sense of betrayal started to give way to arousal despite herself.She stepped closer to the couple, until she could see the shaft of Chris's cock as it withdrew from her snatch, slick and shining with her juices, and bare. She considered interrupting, pulling Chris's body off of hers. But at the same time, she knew that if this act ended with Chris's sperm inside of her, that could bind them together for life. She knew she was probably ovulating that day.She didn't have to consider her situation for long. Fate quickly settled things."Oh god, I'm cumming again," Chris wailed, in Mary's high register."Ugh I can feel that, you're so tight," Theresa grunted. "I'm about to cum too, brother. If I make you cum inside her, it's your baby she's going to have. Are you sure you want this?"Mary noticed that Chris was being deceived, though Chris didn't seem to. "Give it to me. I want to feel it!" he urged.With a yell through clenched teeth, Chris's cock pressed far into her. Mary couldn't see what happened next, but she could tell when each spurt of cum entered her, based on Chris's cries of pleasure.Mary was still in shock from seeing herself possibly impregnated.Theresa withdrew Chris's cock from her, and now it was coated with his sperm. She gave Mary a smirk. "You want a turn with your own body now, don't you, Mary? It sure looks like you do." Theresa, in Chris's body, stepped over to her and ran a hand over the bulge where, it was true, Mary had gotten hard again.Mary was conflicted. On the one hand, she might have just gotten pregnant by Chris's sperm, which was sort of a wish fulfilled, though very much ahead of schedule. If she fucked her snatch unprotected now, she'd be adding Paul's swimmers to the mix and maybe increasing the odds she'd get pregnant. On the other hand, this was her chance to have sex with Chris, even if they weren't in the right bodies for it. And every cell, every hormone in her body, was urging her on.She dropped her pants and went to the counter where Chris, in her body, was still leaning back against the mirror."Hey," he said. "Sorry about; ""Let's leave all that for tomorrow," Mary cut him short with a kiss. It wasn't at all how she expected her first kiss with Chris to be, bending her head down to meet her lips, pushing her stubble against her soft mouth.Chris pulled her close. He didn't need much foreplay now, freshly fucked and dripping with cum. Mary dropped her jeans and pressed her cock; Paul's cock; into her own snatch.Mary could feel how slippery the inside of her snatch was, now that it was full of Chris's sperm. But she was also amazed at how tight she still was.She had been experiencing new firsts all morning, each one more intense than the last. When she had fucked Theresa's snatch, it had been a revelation, something that her virgin teenage girl brain, armed with only her fingers and her Christian guilt, could never achieved on her own. But this was something far beyond even that. She swelled with pride when she felt her vaginal muscles bear down on her, knowing that it was her snatch that was capable of delivery such exquisite pleasure. And she felt even more proud when she brought Chris to orgasm, knowing exactly where she was sensitive and how she liked to touch herself. When he started to shake with the intensity of it and grip her tight in his arms, she knew something of what he was experiencing, though she was sure she had never brought herself to an orgasm that intense.She wasn't going to last long, but Chris didn't need her to hold out for long, he was already riding high on wave after wave of orgasm. Mary gasped as she felt vaginal muscles; her own vaginal muscles; rippling around her rod."Chris, I'm going to cum," she said, about to lose control."Me too," he gasped. "Are you sure you should? It'll be Paul's; "His reminder was well intended, but it was too late for her to change course, and she wouldn't have had the willpower anyhow. The floodgates opened within her and Paul's sperm poured into her womb. Chris's grip on her tightened like a vice; not only his arms around her back, but the muscles in Mary's womb."Oh Mary!" he cried out. Through the overbearing pleasure as she spurted again and again, she was slightly jealous that Chris had gotten to feel something she had only fantasized about. At the same time she tried to relish this tender moment between them."Oh Chris, I love you so much," she blurted out, her words largely motivated by the sense of release as she poured more of Paul's seed into herself. Chris was still in the throes of passion, gasping for air, maybe incapable of responding.They had just recovered their senses again when a bell rang. Soon someone would notice them missing. Soon someone would notice the bathroom occupied for too long. As Chris slid off the bathroom counter, a drop of cum ran down his leg. Mary wasn't sure yet how she felt about everything that had happened.Mary went off to Paul's classes. She tried to take notes, though she was distracted by the kinds of thoughts she'd never really had before. She kept replaying those moments when she'd been inside herself but not herself. Now she wondered what it would have felt like on the other end, as the girl she usually was, or rather as the woman she was now.At lunch break, Paul found her. He said if they got together and chanted the spell again, it would at least rearrange them again. And they could keep doing that every day, until everyone ended up back in their own bodies. It didn't sound like a great plan, but it was a plan."Did you hear what Theresa did?" she asked."No," Paul said, surprised. "What was it?"Theresa, the most vocally pious of the foursome; the most judgmental crusader for purity, was now manipulating her best friends and lying about it.Mary felt so ashamed, she didn't want to say anything, but Paul needed to know. She told him everything, from how Theresa had lied to her that morning, and sucked off Paul's cock, to how Theresa had tricked Chris into letting her fuck him."And uh; you may have gotten me pregnant," Mary said, looking down with shame."Wow. Just; wow," Paul said. "And I thought I was the naughty one in the group for giving Theresa's virginity away.""You're not mad?" Mary asked."I mean, if I were going to get you pregnant, I think I should be part of it," Paul said. "But what's done is done, right?""Maybe I can take a morning after pill," Mary said. "Yeah, maybe it's a sin, but what have we done today that isn't one?"The two women were in the bodies of the two brothers. And the two brothers were spending a day in women’s bodies. But the catch was that the guys were in the female bodies of their brother’s ‘crush’.After school, Mary couldn't find Theresa anywhere. Not that she particularly wanted to, but Chris was still Paul's ride. Failing that, Mary managed to take a bus back to Chris and Paul's house.Dinner was tense. Neither Mary nor Theresa wanted to talk much, to avoid revealing that they weren't the two brothers. But Mary spent the entire meal glaring at Theresa, which outwardly looked like Paul sneering at Chris. Afterwards, the other two showed up. That night, the boys' parents were around, so the four kids had to be quick. They chanted the spell, carefully keeping their quiet voices in unison, and then the other two took off, leaving Mary and Theresa to go to bed in the boys' shared room."So what you said about next time?" Theresa began, stripping off her dude clothes, revealing Chris's cock standing erect. "Time's running out.""I can't believe you," Mary said, trying not to shout. "That was when I thought you were actually Chris.""You really fell for that? Even after I sucked you off? Chris would never, even if he knew it was you." Theresa sat cross-legged and started to stroke the foreskin up and down."Who are you to say that? All day, you've been doing things with Chris's body that you never would yourself," Mary fired back, no longer enticed by the erection Theresa was stroking. Yes, she wanted to touch that cock and suck on it and feel it move inside her, but she wanted to do all that with Chris, not with Theresa, and this was the wrong time to even be thinking about it."This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To know what all these things feel like to them. To sin without consequence for once," Mary said."You're proving it right now. If I'd told you who I was this morning, that never would've happened. “ Theresa justified her deceit. “I got to be someone else for a little while, for maybe the only time in my life.""Without consequence for you, that is," Mary grumbled. "I took your cherry, by the way.""Well I took yours, so we're even.""What you did was way worse," Mary said."You'll sort it out. Besides, I knew you were going to get pregnant eventually. Admit it," Theresa said tauntingly.Whether Theresa was right or wrong about that, Mary was still mad at her. "I hate you, Theresa." She turned over in Paul's bed and tried to cup the pillow around her head so she could go to sleep while Theresa stroked out one more. But it ended up being too much for her to ignore. She turned her head, and saw Theresa tilt her head back as the milky white fountain erupted from the head of Chris's cock. Mary cherished the mental image, hoping that in time she'd be able to ignore the fact that it wasn't really Chris.Mary woke up the next morning to the sound of an alarm beeping next to her. She struggled with the settings to turn it off. Her eyes were heavy like she'd hardly slept at all, She was back in a female body, but not her own female body. Looking around, she recognized Theresa's cross on the wall. She woke up on top of the covers, with a wet stain between her legs. Paul must have stayed up late masturbating Theresa's snatch one last time.Mary was still upset with Theresa from the day before, but now she had a chance to get back at her. And to experience the things she'd only ever tried as a guy all over again as a girl. No, as a woman. By the end of the day, Theresa's uterus was going to be knocked up for sure.To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by shimm2 for Literotica.

Finding Marion's naughty pictures leads to more!By cruiser_2015. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened. I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased.At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies.Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini.Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since.I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans.Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women!The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer.I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits!Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder."Yes they're pictures of me."I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips."My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory."She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back."He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me."I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and  set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders.“I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.”She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all.Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide."Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!"In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that.A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers.She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still surprisingly firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles."I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion grinned at me. She stepped off the bed to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude facing me, with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts rested wide and pointed upward. "Andposing for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. "They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?"At that age I was masturbating a couple of times every night in bed, most mornings, and sometimes during the day. I didn't reply but I guess my face gave me away."If I pose for you, will you do it over me? It’s been so long since I've watched a man wank. Oh please!"As she spoke she was visibly getting more and more excited. Her tits were quivering as she all but bobbed up and down with excitement, and she was running her fingertips through her cunt hair. I was shocked to discover this mild-mannered elegant woman's exhibitionist fetish and secret sex life. I'd only ever shown my flaccid cock to other boys in the school gym showers before, but never erect and to a naked woman. But I was a sex obsessed hungry and frustrated twenty one year old and I wasn't saying no to this.She purred with excitement as I unzipped and dropped my jeans and briefs in a single movement letting my erect cock bounce out. At that age I was reasonably well endowed, about seven inches full erect with a big round purple-grey head and quite hairy. And boy was I erect! With Marion naked in front of me I felt as if I was having the biggest, stiffest erection of my life. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs, then for good measure took my shirt off so I was naked too. I stood wide legged facing Marion as she knelt on the bed. I felt my straining cock swing stiffly as I thrust my hips toward her. Unexpectedly Marion laughed."Your cock looks just like your dad's!"I didn't know what to say at yet another revelation of Marion's secret sex life, so I said nothing.She purred, leaned forward and caressed my balls and my cock, running her fingers lightly along its length and sliding her fingers up and over my shaft and its head. I'd never had my erect cock touched before. At the sudden shock of sexual pleasure I involuntarily rammed my sex kit into Marion's hand.Then, unexpectedly, Marion bent really low and took my erection-sensitized cock head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I involuntarily tried to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and struggled, successfully, not to cum in her mouth. Fortunately after a few moments of that she rolled back onto the bed.“Did you like that?" Marion was, grinning. I was panting and felt as if my cock was going to snap.She picked up one of the pictures scattered on the bed."This was one of my husband's favorite poses."Repeating the pose she got on all fours on the bed and spread her knees wide. Her big breasts looked so erotic as they hung and swung pendulously above the bed. Her spread thighs and well-rounded bottom gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. To me, somehow most erotically of all, her bush of brown cunt fur peeped out behind her from just under her ass cheeks."Touch me!"Marion was sensuously wiggling her bottom at me. I didn't need to be asked!She moaned softly as I caressed her soft smooth thighs and ass cheeks. I slid my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks then ran my hand under her between her legs brushing her inside thigh tops and ruffling her rapidly moistening cunt hair with my fingers. Her legs strained wider for my hand and her whole body quivered when my fingers found her vagina lips.Then as I explored her naked body with my hands she got her naked body into leg-spreading, breast-thrusting and bottom- wiggling poses every bit as explicit as those photographs. My hands savored her exquisitely smooth bottom and thighs, those deliciously sensuously swinging breasts and of course her cunt. From her excited gasps and the way she trembled as my hand between her legs stroked her labia and reached inside her vagina slit I could tell I was hitting the right spot.As my one hand played with Marion, my other hand fingered my straining cock working it to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. She picked up her little black thong and brushed it over my straining cock, the way I used to do with my mother's panties imagining the feel of a woman's fingers and tongue. The feel of the lace against my cock head was exquisite."My husband liked me to do that for him. It got him so excited."Then she flopped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and thrust her hairy cunt at me in a movement that wobbled her breasts.."Cum over me!"I joined her on the bed, kneeling astride her leg. My straining cock was arching up in front of me and my balls were brushing her bare thigh. Kneeling like that is one of my favorite masturbation positions. The heavy feeling of my cock sticking straight out makes it feel huge, and spreading my legs like that as I knelt pulls my muscles tight. Marion had a good long feel of my straining sex kit before I wrapped my hand round my cock to masturbate.I began the rhythmic stroking and tugging, thrusting my cock forward and making sure I put on a good meaty show. I grunted like an animal and stroked my cock full length with my fist sliding right up over my cock head. With my spare hand I played with Marion's smooth warm thighs and her hairy cunt, and reached forward to caress her breasts.As I masturbated astride her Marion reached up to lightly caress my balls and slid her hand between my legs to stroke the inside tops of my spread thighs, my groins and my arse. I'd masturbated thousands of times over naked women in porn, but nothing equaled that wank over a real live naked woman with her hand sexually exciting me.I took my time. I edged, holding myself on the brink of orgasm to prolong and increase my masturbation pleasure. Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I guess my strangled grunt and the way I thrust my cock forward told her I was rising. Then, as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust Marion leaned forward, reached between my spread legs to grip my ass. In an exquisite orgasm I spurted my cum over her belly and right up her front to her breasts.I stayed kneeling astride Marion's leg with my still mostly-erect cock swinging above her leg and dripping a strand of semen onto her thigh. Marion's light fingers were still playing with my cock and balls, gently stroking my shaft. The friction of her fingers against my shaft and cock head sent a last pulse of orgasm pleasure through my cock and a final spurt of semen that landed on Marion's thigh. I was panting, astonished at what I'd done. Marion reached out for that black lace thong and used it to wipe my semen off her body. Then she tossed it aside."Was that good? You did it just like my husband."'Fucking hell, Marion!" Was all I could gasp. She laughed."That's not the kind of language I expect from a church-going boy!"I flopped onto the bed with Marion. As I lay beside her she browsed through the pictures as if she was re-living fond memories. She told me some of the filthy things she'd been up to in those past months. Seeing those unbelievably erotic pictures while listening to what she'd done, all with a naked woman snuggled next to me, my cock rapidly stiffened up. I also noticed she was constantly fingering her cunt, stroking and massaging her vagina lips, slipping her fingers into her slit and her pink-brown nipples were standing out more and more. I could tell she was getting excited again. Suddenly she put the pictures down."They loved it when I pleasured myself for them. It's so much better with men watching. You want to watch me don't you?"Without waiting for any reply she rolled onto her back. Her breasts flopped sideways and she spread her legs incredibly wide, hooking one leg over mine in the process.With a deep half sigh half moan her hand slid down her belly and into her bush. I saw her fingers slip into her vagina slit. I watched with erotic fascination as her hand smoothly and rhythmically massaged and stroked her cunt up and down, rustling her pubic hair, setting her belly quivering and her breasts wobbling with the movement of her hand. She had her eyes closed and at first she seemed oblivious to me. As her masturbation pleasure rose she moaned, gasped and squirmed. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me."Play with me! Kiss my tits!"I leaned over her and reached down between her spread legs to caress her inside thigh tops, her groins and her arse the way she'd excited me as I masturbated for her. Her gasps and groans, the way she strained her legs even wider and nuzzled her cunt against my hand told me I was treating her to what she wanted. I kissed her tits. Her nipples were peaking really hard and I licked and flicked them with my tongue.As I knelt beside her my hard up cock poked and prodded her side. The friction of her body against my cock head was turning my shaft to straining hard steel. As she got more and more excited, her spare hand grabbed my ass and she pulled me hard against her.Finally her hand suddenly went frantic between her legs, she uttered a long sobbing cry and her entire body seemed to tense. Her legs folded up, she thrust her cunt upward, then she writhed and squirmed in the pulses of her climax. Though I'd never watched a woman orgasm before, even I could tell it had been explosive and exquisite. I can still hear her orgasm cry to this day. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced.After she'd climaxed Marion lay back with her eyes closed, panting and holding her hand cupped over her hairy cunt. My cock felt taut enough to snap. I wanted release and I thought of getting astride her and wanking over her again. But Marion had other ideas. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me."Want you!" Marion was reaching up and trying to pull me on top of her.Some boys would have climbed straight on top of her and fucked her but at that moment I was terrified. My church upbringing had given me a fear of sex outside of marriage and she was a widow nearly three times my age."Oh god no, Marion!" I gasped. But that didn't stop her."Want you!" She was making it sound like an order, and tugging my arm.This time I couldn't resist. A naked woman was offering me sex and at her age there was no fear of pregnancy. It was as if Marion's pent up lust and will power was irresistibly drawing me to her, and at the same time my own lust was obliterating all my inhibitions. I couldn't resist moving up to kneel between her spread legs. Her spread thighs and gaping juice-glistening pubic hair ringed vagina pulled me irresistibly. As if acknowledging my surrender to her hungry body I bowed down and kissed her vagina, even darting my tongue between her labia.Then I moved up her body till I was on top of her with her naked body against mine. I remember how soft and warm she was under me, her belly against mine. I felt my cock head poking her between her legs and her cunt hair brushing me. It was impossible to resist making the final thrust and entering her hot, wet, full length. Marion gave a long deep sigh."Oh! It’s been so long!"Then her arms wrapped over my back and her legs folded over my ass as if she was trying to pull me even deeper in. My hips almost involuntarily started the rhythmic thrusting movement. Her vagina was looser around my hard cock than younger women I've fucked in later years, but she was so deliciously smooth and warm. I remember thinking how similar but at the same time so different to masturbation sex with her was. My whole naked body, not just my cock in my hand, was enjoying her.Perhaps because of her looseness, or because I'd recently masturbated, I took ages to cum. She was still throbbing and aroused from masturbating herself, and while I was fucking her she suddenly gasped, gave a little cry and her arms and legs gripped me tighter. I'd given her another mini orgasm.Then delicious minutes of thrusting later, my own orgasm came, building slowly then exploding. I remember her firm thighs hard against mine as I rammed into her in my orgasm thrust and filled her with my semen, and of course I grunted "Marion!"I lay on top of her for a long time, enjoying her warm softness under me before I rolled off her and lay beside her. I lay there in a daze with residual semen trickling down my side. I was both shocked and exhilarated in equal measure. I'd had sex with a woman for the first ever time!"Mmm! You were so good. Thank you." She leaned across and kissed me on my cheek. "Let's keep our naughty secret to ourselves. Are you going to finish fixing my curtains now?"She took our little secret to her grave. Rest In Peace Marion Pevensey, an old friend, and the first woman I ever had sex with.By cruiser_2015 for Literotica.

Two pedestrians collide fatefully. by maxicue. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max’s Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he’d found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he’d happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I’m so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn’t see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn’t, having food waiting for her. “I’m Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That’s fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.” “Good. After we eat, let’s get that scrape taken care of.” “Okay.” They stayed, talking over the small empty plate. “Where are you from?” he asked. “The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.” “No shit! Me too!” “No shit!” “No shit. Where?” “Robbinsdale.” “Golden Valley.” “No shit?” “No shit.” The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type. Fate. “You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck. “I used to,” he told her. “I’m actually applying for jobs presently.” “Presently,” she giggled. “Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.” “No, it’s cute.” “Glad you think so,” he chuckled. “How’s the job search going?” she asked. “Not great unfortunately. My uncle’s an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he’s against nepotism. It’s possible I’ll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I’m making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.” “From what?” she asked. “I used to be a waiter at Max’s Kansas City.” “No shit!” “No shit.” “Why not stay there?” “I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm. Jenny sensing Joe’s discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What’s the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead. “It’s one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her. “Cool.” “Yeah. It’s had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.” “Is that cool?” she asked. “Pretty cool,” he chuckled. When they left the automat, he told her, “Let’s get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.” “You don’t have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him. “Um…you sure?” “I’m sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again. “I can get something on the way,” he decided. “Great!” Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms. His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought. Both were blushing while he made the purchase. They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he’d seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max’s. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob. “No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” “Jenny?” “Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled. “Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her. For some reason they’d painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls. He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away. She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman. “Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition. “Wow,” he said. “You’re definitely in shape.” “Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” “You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled. “Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully. She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her. “Tell me,” he said. “You don’t want to fuck me?” “Of course I do. Tell me.” She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated. “I…had to,” she choked out. “Had to?” “Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away. “It’s okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back. “I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I’m not good enough.” “Best to know I guess,” Joe tried. “It’s not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away.” “From?” “Everything!” “Including?” “My mother’s cruel disappointment. She’d been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father…” “Did he…?” “No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He’d be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn’t, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn’t believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw…I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him. “I’m of course freaking out, everything…and then this…but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she’d probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I’m like, ‘You’re a fucking cunt.’ And she’s saying I’m a useless slut.” “Sorry,” Joe apologized. “I’m the sorry one,” Jenny actually chuckled. “But…it doesn’t sound like sex…” Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. “I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I’m not as naïve as I look.” “But you don’t know me.” “Like you’re a psycho? You don’t seem the type and in a way I don’t fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn’t have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn’t even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I’d try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you’re the best choice I’ve had so far.” She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt. He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt. “Nice,” she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn’t work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled. He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth. Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned. Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there. “Joe,” she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. “Oh my,” she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she’d seen by at least a couple inches. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in. “Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Too much?” he asked reluctantly. “Don’t you fucking stop!” she declared. He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he’d ever felt and realized he wouldn’t last and told her. “Just fuck me,” she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis. Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He’d known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way. He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples. She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he’d learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he’d actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, “Oh my fucking God!” rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming. “Joe,” she murmured, her hands pushing his chest. “Sorry,” he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He’d reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs. “Mmm,” she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm. “It’ll be better next time,” he promised. She chuckled weakly. “What?” he asked. She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his. “That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I’ve had,” she explained. “I thought it was making love,” he argued. “Don’t be pedantic, Joe,” she smirked, surprising him. “Pedantic?” “You know what I mean.” “Of course, but…” “I’m smarter than I look.” “I don’t believe in the dumb blonde myth.” “I’ve met several, and not all blondes.” “School?” “And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying.” “Makes sense. So school…?” “I would have graduated this spring if I hadn’t had to run away.” “GED?” he asked. “Probably. I don’t imagine going to school for one quarter. You?” “School?” “Yeah.” “I went to Bard in upstate New York for a couple years, but quit because it was ridiculous having parents spend that much money for me to study to be a poet.” “You’re a poet?” “Not much recently. I thought New York would be inspiring, but mostly it’s been distracting. I’m also interested in filmmaking, like the experimental kind, so no more lucrative. I still have a Bolex sixteen millimeter camera which fortunately the thieves never found.” “Thieves?” “The problem with living amongst junkies. Let me show you something.” He lifted his left arm and she caressed a line of marks near his inner elbow area. “Are those…?” “Tracks. Only one is fairly fresh. It’s why I quit Max’s: too much temptation. Living here too, but right now I can’t afford to move. A friend of mine OD’d and died, and another almost did and I ended up keeping him alive. It was the last straw, and I realized that’d be me, or it’d just be a spiral of inertia, all about the next fix and nothing else, so I quit. Luckily I wasn’t too strung out and basically hung with my folks for a week when my dad had his sabbatical in DC this past winter. I drank a bit there, but my parents seemed none the wiser. Anyway, when I came back to work planning to keep my tips instead of spending them all, I did okay until I didn’t one day, succumbing to temptation, and quit after that.” “When was that?” “A week ago. I’ve been job hunting ever since.” “Lucky for me,” she grinned and shifted around, pulling off the used condom and handing it to him carefully and he managed to toss it atop his underpants while she enveloped his penis in her mouth. He worried about her lack of experience, mostly worried about her teeth, but she proved quite capable. He nudged her to straddle his face and had to bend his back a little, supported by his arms so fingers weren’t available, and mostly kept her pleasure at a quiet purr, not distracting her from her surprisingly effective endeavors. Once she’d got him hard, she bounced off the bed, found a condom and rolled it on with some study and climbed on and guided him back inside her, carefully, stroke by stroke, sending him deep. Once there, she began her ride, this time having the full effect of his entire cock, to the point she needed to bring it back to her slit when it slipped out a couple times, but seemed to get the length of him soon enough and began riding him at a medium fast clip. He watched the roll and bounce of her perky tits before stilling them with his hands, one letting go to guide her hand to her clit. From that she worked herself into a frenzy, finally shifting down and rolling atop him to achieve her orgasm. Fortunately it always took longer for Joe to cum when a woman took the cowgirl position. After, she somehow turned around while he remained inside and moved her body down, and he realized what she wanted, moving from beneath her, clutching her hips, and pulling her into him in a doggy style position. He shifted, letting go of the hips and bringing one hand to her hanging tits and the other to her clit, practically holding her up with the latter hand, and like he had before, let himself go fucking her hard and fast until he came, happily not long after she did. “Fuck Joe,” she commented softly after. “Yeah,” Joe agreed. She did the securing of the condom to his penis and they soon took the same position as they had before, her head resting on his chest. “Can I stay?” she asked quietly and shyly. “As long as you want.” “Thanks.” by maxicue for Literotica. This is the first chapter of a novel. The rest of the published chapters are found at the maxicue library of Literotica. Fate’s Embrace: 6 Part Series

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenny & The Barbeque GatheringIt was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries."Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now."Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit."You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."The women meanwhile were discussing flowers."I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life."Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.But his positives more than made up for it."I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left."Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly."Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!""Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.But Jenny couldn't get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.He'd sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her cunt through her panties until she'd cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending..."Hannah, watch Claire for me. I'm gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room," she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.Hannah's eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile."What?!" she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man."Did she just-""What did she say?""Whoa!""Hahaha! Oh shit she's really doing it!"Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare."Hey babe, whoa, what's up?" he asked.She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn't help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.She lead him through the door and didn't give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand."Jen, what are you doing?" Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though."I need you," she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.Steve's hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them."Hun, what's gotten int-ohh shit!" Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone."Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?" he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly."Can't I just want my husband?" she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go."Ah fuck," he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn't. Jenny didn't give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene 'O' around his magnificent cock.But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder."God, just fuck me. Fuck me!" she said, "I need it."Steve couldn't refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn't his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.He then rose and put his right hand to her cunt, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he'd ever seen her."Oh fuck," she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must've thought about playing with it, as she'd let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.But he didn't linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her cunt, all in one go."Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!" she practically screamed, but huskily.His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her cunt, slowly.But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.She looked over her shoulder at him, "Steve, god damnit, Fuck me!" With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.Out at the patio, the ladies’ conversation suddenly halted when the screams and moans were faintly heard coming from the little vent, high on the side of the house. It piped the narrative from the powder room, just on the other side of the brick exterior. First Claire took notice, then all the ladies went silent, their devilish grins showing their vicarious delight. A couple of the guys noticed the silence over at the other end of the covered patio, then all the guys heard the faint echo of a raging hormonal woman’s voice could just barely be heard yelling; “Steve, God damnit. Fuck me!”Jenny was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she'd fall backwards if he wasn't there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the spout of the faucet, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience. The thumb of her left hand subconsciously rubbed the underside of the chrome spout, but in her entranced state, she imagined it was Steve’s turgid cock.In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her cunt quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out "ah" in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Steve, you beast!” she screamed in satisfaction.Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.Whereas moments before she'd cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn't get away from the prick fucking it.Jenny realized that she'd be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he'd trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.She looked up and saw her sweaty self in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve's hips against her ass.God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was its purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve's cock hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve's hip as her cunt exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming "ahs.”Steve for his part wasn't faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.It was her hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking cunt clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.Again and again it fired, "Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!" he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.Out on the patio, the ladies were squirming; embarrassed, but getting aroused. Claire was frustrated when she had to go comfort a child who tripped and fell in the play area; “Tell me what I’m missing, Kelly.”In the powder room, Jenny was affirming Steve’s virility; “Ram it in me, Deeper!” And though she hadn't fully finished her orgasm, it had been ending, that is, until she felt her man begin to fill her."Oh! Oh god! Oh fuck, it's, so hot! Oh fuck Steve!" she seethed, feeling him pumping his seed into her. Her cunt suddenly went taught and rippled against the tool that had penetrated it, sending Jenny into another fit of orgasm, catching her off guard as her legs finally gave way, coming off the floor and slightly spurring Steve's calves as all she could experience was the ultimate, womanly pleasure. Through blurred vision she looked at the mirror her face was resting on, her tits as well as her weight was mostly on her hips.Steve smiled as he fired his last shot of cum into his wife, enjoying her multiple orgasm as he rubbed the small of her back right before it went into the crack of her ass, reveling in the clenching of her cunt."Ha ha, fuck yeah, you're awesome baby," he said, taking a deep breath as his heart rate came down.She slowly relaxed until her feet came down to the floor again, finally taking her weight. She came upright, allowing Steve to pull himself free of her depths before turning around and leaning back on the counter."Umm, holy shit, that felt so good," she said, smiling."You're damn right about that," Steve said, reaching down to pull up his underwear and jeans. "What got into you?""Nothing, I just, I was looking at you," Jenny said, finding her own panties around her right foot and stepping back into them. "And I suddenly thought about how short life is. I wanted to be taken, and I didn't want to wait."He chuckled as he finished buckling his belt, "Jesus. Fuck that was good. You drained the shit out of me.""Mmm, and you fucked the hell out of me. Whew!" she exclaimed, finally seating her panties comfortably and pulling the strap of her dress up onto her shoulder.Steve stepped forward and kissed her, her left hand coming up to his cheek. His groin pressed into hers and a light heat radiated from her cunt again."Um, stop it!" she smiled at him, pushing him away, "Argh, you do that anymore and I'll need you to fuck me again."He unlocked the door and they stepped out, a couple heads on the porch turning their way, followed by the rest.When they came out onto the porch, hand in hand, everyone clapped as if they'd put on a performance, then laughed openly at their friends, with some light cheering from both the girls and the guys, to which they both blushed But laughed as well.Steve brought Jenny back to her bench next to Hannah and sat her down, then kissed her hand sweetly before stepping away.Brady promptly high fived him. “Steve You beast!”"Dude fuck yeah!" he said enthusiastically, then took a bite from his cheeseburger, "Food's ready!""Dude Steve, you really just go fuck your wife just now?" Osvaldo said, holding a plate of chips, cheeseburger and veggies but not eating anything."Yeah, she just, she wanted it, man," Steve said, sort of shrugging and finding his warm beer, enjoying the sip nonetheless."That's awesome," he said looking at his wife who'd heard him, her already watching him."Don't you be getting any ideas!" Amanda shouted at him with a smile, and everyone laughed.Ellen handed Jenny her half-full drink, saying; “Yeah, take it baby!” quoting Steve’s very words from 10 minutes ago. The gals all broke out laughing.  Jenny blushed & felt both violated and riddled with questions.Ellen just pointed up to the 4 inch vent opening, high on the wall. Jenny’s face said it all. But she quickly recovered and decided to own it. She recovered her proud continence and took a big swig of her iced tea and winked back at Ellen."Seriously, what came over you Jenny?" Ellen asked her. She and Joe were the most religious and reserved of them all.Jenny half shrugged, feeling her man's cum begin to seep out of her well fucked, wet cunt."What? He's mine, and I wanted him. And I didn't want to wait," she said, meeting the prudish woman's eyes."But what even started that?" Amanda asked next, her four five year old son running up to her and wanting a sudden bite."I just, I suddenly had a thought about how short life is. And why wait?" Jenny said, Claire having toddled over for the same.Hannah's eyes drifted to her husband."Not to start like, a thing, but you're pretty right," she said, and gave Jenny a knowing look before rising herself and sauntering over to Brady.Jenny just laughed, the other women commotioned, and as Brady smiled the largest shit eating grin, he handed the spatula off to Jeff and they went inside.By nightfall, the powder room was a new code-word that every couple knew the meaning of. As the guests said their farewells, everyone hoped the groups would do this again, soon; and often. The group had some unspoken standards of discreteness, and the circle of friends were clearly monogamous and faithful to marital sanctity. But no one left that night with any shame about their coupling priorities.The next morning at church, they were all as devoutly religious as the widows in the front pew. Yet daydreaming fantasies for some Sunday afternoon delight, after lunch and settling the kids for a nap or a long movie.Hannah Goes Buck HuntingSeveral weeks later, Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.These hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.If she thought about too much, she'd work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.Brady had wanted a new ATV after they'd gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she'd stated he could, but they'd have to discuss having a third baby.And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn't want that much of a gap between the kids.It was an on-going discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their ATV plume of dust being carried off by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.The boldness of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who'd in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They'd both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still hinted about.Neither couple really cared though.And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.The breeze had made most of the noise she'd made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she'd come near, and that wasn't out of the ordinary.What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile."Brady?" She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. "Can I please suck your cock?""Hannah, what the fu - uh fuck," Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. "Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!"She'd not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.She'd had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.Brady though had gone from looking for antler tips in his 10 by 50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.But she sure didn't look like his wife in this moment. He could see glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood her body up, remaining bent over at the waist and blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him. He couldn't take it anymore and needed to act.He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.Brady didn't care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.*Cough!* "Fuck baby!" *cough cough!* "Got you going huh?" She spat out, standing upright.But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.She'd wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to find out.He pushed Hannah towards the ATV, her stumbling the several steps with his force, her hands going to the side of the rear rack before being able to turn towards him. His eyes had a different look to them as she leaned her ass up against the metal rack."You sure the fuck did," he said, not pausing or asking.He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, unceremoniously plunging his cock inside her sopping wet cunt all in one glorious thrust as her booted foot rested on the floorboard."Ah! Oh, god!" Hannah screamed, her slit so lubed by her thoughts and ministrations that all she felt was pleasure as her tunnel was stretched around the invader.Brady grabbed her right hip as he wasted no time, slamming into his wife with hard, forceful pounds. If she wanted to act like a slut, he was going to fuck her like one."Ahh yeah, fuck yeah baby," he said, hips pumping away at Hannah's gash now with more speed instead of strength, savoring the feeling of her heat wrapped around him properly."Oh, fuck," she said, her whole body moving with each hump. "You, feel, so, good. Ah, ah, ah. You're, gonna-a, make, me, cum, ah fuck!" she said, then screamed.She was orgasming. Here in the woods and wilds of Idaho. Being taken by her mate like countless females from eons prior, her flesh milking the organ that would make her round with child."Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch.Again it was her eyes, her eyes that caught his at the tail end of her climax, squinted with exertion and pleasure but opening enough to see his that, combined with her words, made him unable to hold back."Do it Brady. Give it all to me.""Ugh-fuck! Huh-huh-huh-huh!" he gritted through his teeth as his balls boiled and his seed rocketed out of him and into the canal of his female.He was thrusting wildly, gripping her ass more than her hip as he pumped her body full of potent semen, eventually coming down and catching his breath."Oh fuck. Oh fuck. God, damn. That was amazing," he said, spent.But Hannah was a woman. And right then she was a woman on a mission.She brought her left leg down to the ground as Brady fell out of her cunt, quickly turning and arching her ass out before reaching back and guiding his still hard enough member back into her cum-filled hole."Wha-oh god damn!" was all Brady could get out as his wife thrust her ass back against his hips, stroking his cock with her already white-coated walls in order to maintain his stiffness."I'm not done with you honey," Hannah said, looking over her shoulder and smiling, taking him inside of her again. "You need to pump another load in me."Brady's head came upright from its tilted back position. He'd enjoyed the orgasm immensely, and had been looking up into the trees as she'd begun fucking herself on him, but her words brought him back down."Oh- is that what you're doing? You're looking to get knocked up?" he said, looking her square in the eye as his energy renewed with his clearing mind.She chuckled as his prick within her was stiffening more than it was deflating, "Well it's working so far babe! Ah, ah, ah, huh!" Hannah had started to goad him, but his sudden grab of her belt and violent thrusts into her cunt stopped her words and forced feminine moans from her instead."You're, fucking, manipulating, me, into, pumping, a kid, in, you?" Brady grunted each word, unrelenting in his carnality."Ah, ah, ah!" was all she could say in response, her nipples hard as erasers moving with her breasts to their rhythm as Brady put his own thumb in his mouth, adjusting his other hand to pull on the belt with each thrust, driving ever harder into her vulnerable snatch.Then Brady suddenly stopped his pounding, Hannah's body moving on its own for several moments before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards."Fine bitch," he seethed into her ear, placing his saliva coated thumb at her anal entrance, his fingers pulling on the belt, her eyes going wide. "Then I'm going to knock you up properly."His digit breached her backdoor in moments, fully seated and taking her tight, final virginity, held in place one-handed by his grip in her hole and the leather in his fingers.Even with all the sex she'd had in her wild years, all the cocks she'd sucked, cum she'd swallowed, loads on her face, chest, stomach, back, ass and up her tunnel; after all these years with Brady and the countless boat fuckings, back country car rides with road head and spontaneous fingering, all the seed she accepted into her vagina in the erotic and romantic efforts to have their three kids, she'd never let anyone play with her ass."Oh, oh god!" she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from pushing back on the second intrusion, a type of instinct taking over her body and craving more penetration.She saw stars as his cock thrust for the second time, rubbing delightfully against her other invader through her inner wall, a wordless scream silent from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Her legs shook as her cunt exploded around the stiff rod running through her sheathe.Brady felt her heat and orgasm not only in the clenching flesh around his pole but in her ring squeezing down on his thumb.He chuckled as he wiggled it around."Yeah, there you go you fucking slut!" he smiled triumphantly as he really began pounding her, fucking her ass now with his hand alternately from his cock in her insanely hot cunt.They fucked like animals for several minutes, with no words spoken. Just primal animal grunts and moans.Brady was taking his woman, intent on blasting her womb with the fluid that was designed by nature to ruin her lithe, 36 year old body.She reveled in giving herself fully to her stud, no longer squeezing her asshole but just relaxing it and allowed him to finger her with unbridled, short jabs. He'd possibly put his baby in her already, but god this was good."Oh, fuck," she said, turning her head despite his hold. "I'm going to get so big. Everyone's going to know you pumped me full. Oh god, honey! You're going to fucking destroy my body again!"Her eyes had gone from passion-filled as she talked to squinting with ecstasy, her whole body rocking with his power."Argh, uh, fuck!" Brady exclaimed, finally letting go of her hair to grab her hip, his balls letting go as well.Hannah knew her husband's cock well, knew him well, and knew she'd sent him over the edge. She felt the penis swell within her cunt, his pelvis grinding into her ass, his thumb having hooked up and was helping to drive his weapon into her further.She was still breathing hard from her latest orgasm, and was happy she wasn't coming still.She wanted to feel every single moment of this, her last impregnation.She swore she could feel the cum pulse down his shaft, depositing deep within her stomach. A heat radiated from within her, just below her belly button, and it got warmer are larger as he held her tight and humped her naked ass."Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Brady grunted, putting all of his being into injecting his wife with his cum, planting his seed as deep as his cock could reach.She felt every ounce inside her, destined to make her belly bulge, her tits swell, her gait become not a seductive sway but a motherly waddle.Everyone would know she'd laid down for him. That she'd allowed him to dump his cum into her. To use her. She shuddered, looking down at her flat tummy, knowing it wouldn't last.Finally he let go of her hair, allowing her upper body to fall forward. He was most certainly out of breath, and Hannah was breathing heavily. He remembered where his thumb was and wriggled it again within her.Now that they weren't actively fucking, Hannah immediately clenched her ring reflexively, holding him in there."Hey! You asshole! Careful!" she said, looking back at him and his now quickly softening cock sliding part of the way out."Naw naw naw, this is your asshole," he said, pushing his hand and eliciting a squeal from her."Ah, hey, stop it!" she said, but laughed slightly.Brady laughed too and pulled his cock from her loose cunt, then slowly retracted his thumb, making her sigh when it was out."Oh babe, that was fucking amazing," Brady said, stepping back from her a few feet."Yeah, I know," Hannah said with a grin, finding her panties and getting them on first, over her boots.She could feel her double load dribbling down her inner walls. She wished she could-She walked around the ATV, then sat her pantied-ass on the seat sideways, leaning back while holding on to the bar of the rack and the handlebar. The move made Brady groan out loud as she simultaneously craned her head back to look at him upside down, and brought her legs up, tilting her hips."Brady," she said seductively, "Will you please come clean your cock off in my mouth while your cum knocks me up?"Brady took a deep, smiling breath as he shuffled up to his open-mouthed wife.The wind on that ridge spread the news to all the deer in that ravine, While it was clearly not the musk of a doe in heat, several bucks couldn’t ignore their own curiosity, or their territorial aggressiveness. As Brady was about to start up the ATV and ride the ridge to the north; the snort of a buck caught his ear from below the sage brush to the south.Within seconds, Brady was prone and scoping his rifle toward the sound of the buck. It only took one glance of the 12 point buck, up above the brush. A single shot dropped him. Within 2 hours Hannah and Brady were back at their RV and strapping the field-dressed buck in the ATV trailer.Hannah was in the camper, preparing a last meal, and packing up to head back home that evening. She was a proud woman. She had captured her trophy, deep in her very fertile cunt. Out behind the RV, Brady had his trophy roped securely on the trailer, for all the world to see.Hannah gushed on the praises of her provider’s prowess. He was a capable provider.Brady needed no other affirmation than what his wife gave him.Brady drove contentedly, fully satisfied by his trophies. One on the trailer, and the other, riding shotgun.By CoyoteHoward, for Literotica