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  • Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 2

    Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 2
    Jun 30 2024
    Backpacking couples turn wild on nude day.Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. As lunch was wrapping up, Mary announced that whoever draws the 3 shortest match sticks gets KP duty for lunch cleanup. She came around to each of us with a closed fist with 6 sticks sticking out from between her various fingers.I watched carefully as John and Christa each seemed to have a couple very short match sticks. Mark and Nancy had long sticks. Damn, I really wanted more time in Christa’s hot pussy, and I just love her huge tits.When I pulled my match stick, it was long, but no one else saw mine as I held it in my fist. With a firm press of my thumb, the stick broke and I took the red tip in my other hand while my other fist reached down to guide my flip-flops on. The broken stick was lodged into the ground and I stood when Mary called us all to compare each other’s ‘wood’.“The hell!” Mary said as she somehow had a longer match stick than 3 others. “I guess Nancy, Mark, and I have some free time.” Truthfully, Mary probably knew that I tampered with the results, but it meant she could arrange her next tryst, and finally get some cock time with young Mark. Plus, she wanted to seal the arrangement with Nancy by licking her cunt into euphoric bliss.Christa quickly took charge of john and me, dividing up the duties.Mary turned to my Nancy and offered; “Nancy, I don’t know how you feel, but I know there’s a nice swimming hole just down the creek a bit. I’d love to freshen up’ if you know what I mean?”“Yes,” Nancy said, eagerly. I’ve gotta get this stuff cleaned off my hair and tits.”“Well,” Mary quipped; “Having two studs taking turns with your hot body, I can’t say I’m all that sympathetic, though.”“Oh Mark?” Nancy called over as Mark was returning from the bushes where he’s just taken a leak; “ Could you be a dear and escort two damsels to the swimming hole? There might be some horny Sasquatches who’d want to have their way with us?”“Uh,” Mark paused, knowing it was going to be obvious to his buxom Christa, that he was being invited to fuck two other women. “I think Christa might;”“Go!” Christa ordered her athletic hubby. “I need you to clean up really good for our last night in the woods.”John and I were grinning to ourselves. Christa had just answered our deepest thoughts about whether we’d get some fuck time with her. She ran off her hubby to fuck our wives and keep them occupied.I kissed Nancy and told her I hoped to hike up to the point when I was done with KP duty.“Oh, great!” Christa interjected. “I was hoping someone had enough energy for that excursion. Can I join you?”“Yes,” Nancy answered her for me. “Hell, there are horny sasquatches rumored all over these parts. Keep her safe, Big Mike. And with tits like her’s, John might need your help.” Nancy winked to Christa, then kissed me and trailed off to join Mark & Mary.Mary and Nancy took turns leading the way down to the creek, the other trailed behind to take in the view of Mark’s athletic sexy body. As Nancy led the first part, she strangely had to make several stops to adjust her boot lacings, or some other issue. It always involved bending over at the waist with legs spread and pussy glistening. Nancy always concluded by turning to say; “Sorry to delay us,” then winking to Mark and resuming the trek.For her part, Mary was continuously asking Mark how great it felt to have his cock in Nancy’s mouth, and what might he do if he had to please two milfs at once?It was working, as evidenced by Mark’s turgid cock stiffly strutting. At the swimming hole, Mary and Nancy were the first to take the plunge in the chilled water. Popping up from a refreshing dunk, Nancy’s large extended nipples were obvious and enticing.Mark took more time to wade into the deep. A little encouragement came from Mary, but it was Nancy’s nipples that had Mark continuing to approach.“Go ahead, take the plunge!” Mary encouraged.“Take one last look, ladies” Mark advised. “When this chilly water hits my cock, You’ll get a new definition of what ‘shriveled’ looks like.”“We have remedies for that” Nancy encouraged. With that, the two well-endowed ladies shook their shoulders and thus began a massive swaying of mammary treasures.Mary tossed Nancy the bar of floating soap she brought just for this event. The two ladies lathered up then dropped their bodies under the surface just long enough to shake their hair rinsed. Mark was in water just past his waist when they tossed him the bar of soap. With haste he splashed water up on his shoulders, seeking to avoid a ful plunge. When he turned his back to the ladies, they rushed him, talking him and taking him fully under.“Shit!” Mark screamed when he caught his breath. He started for shore.“Not so fast,” Nancy ordered. “Christa gave clear orders that she needs ...
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  • Erica's Man: Emma's 18th

    Erica's Man: Emma's 18th
    Jun 28 2024
    A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday. by MysteryTe. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories "Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!" It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends. The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy. The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away. He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home. I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening! I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over. Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her. She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering? Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all. I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello. As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another ...
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  • Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 1

    Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 1
    Jun 29 2024
    Backpacking couples turns wild on nude day.Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. At fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.A few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt; you name it.When our kids were young, scouting and other activities led to meeting other couples of our own age and interests. We have met a few couples doing the same kind of thing, enjoying the great outdoors and time together at the same time, and a few have become very good friends.This particular morning was the third morning of a trip that Mary and John had planned and directed. It was a bit of a surprise to get the invite since it was supposed to be our turn to plan the next outing, a duty usually passed around on a rotating basis.But as expected, Mary had done her homework and picked an incredible out of the way location. Mary isn’t pushy or rude. We went to bed last night on the side of a mountain overlooking a western range, the sun turning the sky to burnt orange as it slowly sunk behind the peaks. The night insects and tree frogs provided a gentle chorus and helped to mute the sounds of lovemaking from the other two tents, as my wife and I crawled into ours naked.Backpacking is an art of carrying every necessity on your back, and hiking into the wilderness. So the creature comforts are very limited, thus the challenge. There is just nothing quite like making love in a tiny, two man tent, with little room to move. Your positions are limited, as are your motions, which leads to an interesting arrangement of actions and positions you might not consider for your large comfortable bed. As I lay panting, snuggling my wife's sexy and sweaty body, I wondered if we were as noisy to the others, as they seemed to us.Morning dawned as early as it always does on any mountain elevation, with the sound of birds chirping in the pines and the sun filtering through the branches. I yawned and gave my wife's still naked, sexy tits a kiss before crawling out of the tent as naked as she was. I used our tent to shield myself from the others while I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and then stepped into the pair of flip-flops I liked to use around camp. I looked around, and to my surprise, saw Mary squatting by the fire, staring right at me. I had absolutely no doubt that she has seen me standing there naked with my normal morning woody. She had on a long t-shirt, but with her facing me and her knees spread wide it was an easy view up the bottom of her shirt to her pussy, which looked to be freshly shaved.With Mary and her husband, John, there is no doubt who wears the pants in that relationship; although Mary's soft manner tends to hide her dominating spirit. She will look at you with her smiling green eyes, framed with her always curly brown hair, and you simply know you will be doing whatever she says. In her forties, Mary is quiet and subdued, until you cross her. Only then does her sharp intellect and tongue come out to greet you. She is not quite as slender as I'm sure she was in her youth, and her husband is a bit heavier, although from what I have seen it's all muscle.I did have the chance to see Mary mostly naked once, accidently walking up on her while she was peeing in the bushes, on the previous campout. She made sure to give me a good look before walking over to me, her pants still around her thighs, and undoing my belt. She had my cock out and stroked hard in no time before giving me a wet kiss on the lips and then walking away, leaving both of us hanging. Since that time she has teased me mercilessly with periodic, extremely brief, flashes of her tits or pussy. But never have I seen her whole body naked at once. Not that I don't want to. I mean she is pretty damn hot.She smiled and waved me over, which served to snap me back to the present, making sure to hold her knees apart as I moved closer."Morning, enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her."Yeah, it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."She smiled and winked at me before dropping to her knees to cover herself when she heard a tent zipper. It wasn't long before the entire camp was up and moving around. The morning chores included breakfast and a quick camp cleanup before we settled ...
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  • In Heat

    In Heat
    Jun 27 2024
    A scorching outdoor encounter in the dog days of summer. by TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August. Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don’t really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don’t need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis. Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.Monday and Tuesday were a bust. Too hot to leave the house. I tried Monday morning, heading out to my favorite brunch spot for an omelet. But after burning my hand on the gear shift lever at 10:00 am I decided to pack it in. The weather app promised cooler temperatures mid-to-late-week, so I set about crafting a plan to salvage what was left of my vacation. There’s a state park a few hours north, on the edge of a popular college town. I’d hiked there several times before. It was quiet, with a decent elevation and full tree canopy, and a 15-foot waterfall at the crux of the two longest trails. Temps in the mid-eighties were still warmer than I preferred. But after months of being stuck in a warehouse 10 hours a day, a little time outside seemed…necessary. I texted my friend Natalie, curious if she’d want to tag along. She was fun, outdoorsy, and never seemed too busy for an adventure. And sometimes, if we’d both had a few drinks, you might find her with her head in my lap, cock in her mouth and my fingers slowly circling her clit; agreeing this was a great way to spend an evening. But this time I struck out. I was on my own. I’d have to make the best of it. Every hotel in town was booked for Friday night (damn college football weekend), so I reserved a room for Wednesday and Thursday and headed out after lunch. Two hours and three Interstates later I pulled into a parking lot already half-filled with cars. I intended to drop my bag in the room and lap the short trail before dinner. That plan screeched to halt the moment I shut off the car. Cooler temperatures midweek my ass. It was 90 degrees at 4:15. The air saturated my clothes as I trudged across the pavement, and by the time I arrived at the check-in desk I knew I was done for the day. Cranking up the air in the room I decided to catch up on some streaming shows before heading across the parking lot to a local burger joint for a lite supper. But soon the sun disappeared behind a fortress of darkened clouds. The wind whipped up and the rain poured down in sheets, lashing the windows and transforming the parking lot into a rippling black pond. I watched for a while, checking the weather report to find nothing about precipitation. If Thursday was anything like this…. Eventually the rain stopped, and I headed out for dinner. It was cooler now – high 70s or so, and the squall had dried the air enough for the wind to wick away the water instead of steaming me in a sauna. I picked a seat in the corner of the restaurant patio and settled in for a meal. The dining room filled up quickly. Mostly locals – you could tell by the comfortable clothes and their rapport with the bartenders. But midway through my second beer, three young women rounded the corner from the waiting area, following the hostess to a four-top across the aisle from me beneath the center awning. And they were obviously based somewhere else. Two of them looked similar, (sisters maybe? cousins?) with straight blonde hair and big broad smiles. They dressed like they’d come straight from the yacht club: white shorts, striped navy tees and deck shoes; one with a denim jacket, the other in a hat. The third was taller with rectangular glasses, buoyant, gently curled auburn hair, and a short powder blue A-line summer dress accentuating the tone and length of her legs. She caught me looking as they stopped at their table. I turned away quickly, smiling to myself, disappointed, yet amused that I wasn’t as discrete as I used to be. I took a full swig of beer and set the mug gently on the coaster before glancing back toward their table. The brunette had switched places with her friends, taking the seat on the far side of the circle, just about facing me. For a while I kept my eyes to myself. They ordered drinks and struck up a lively conversation. My burger and fries arrived, and I concentrated on securing the toppings so as not to make a fool of myself the first time I bit into it. But as I worked my way through the meal my attention began to wander. First to the parking lot. Then to the bar. And finally,...
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  • Erica's Man: The Wedding Night

    Erica's Man: The Wedding Night
    Jun 26 2024
    My Wedding Night turned out to be more than I bargained for! by MysteryTe. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories We got married in August, and the day was perfect. Everything that needed to go well, did. The weather was beautiful, the food was delicious, and the party was amazing. Most of all, my bride, Erica, was perfection. She always is, of course. She's 28, slim, slightly above average height, with small but pert breasts and a pretty face. Her legs are firm and toned, and so is her bum. That day, she seemed to transcend beyond her normal gorgeousness though, leaving me stunned. Her long strawberry blonde hair held in waves and her dress... I'd never seen a more breath-taking sight as when she walked down the aisle.The DJ finished at half past midnight, and our guests began to make their way to their rooms in the hotel. After almost everybody left, there were a few of us still up, namely my wife's younger sister Alice, my brother and his wife, Erica's brother Alan, and a female guest he had been working on unsuccessfully all night! As it reached 2am, the last of us decided to make our way up to bed. I, of course, was very ready to head to the bridal suite, as I was looking forward to finally removing that beautiful dress from my new wife. Alan offered to walk the other guest back to her room, and my brother and sister-in-law took their leave. At last it was just me, Erica and Alice. We all headed upstairs together. Alice's suite was next to ours so she walked upstairs with us. As we were about to say goodnight, she pulled a thoughtful face, before asking, "I hadn't thought about the buttons. Would you mind if I came in and perhaps your new hubby can help undo them for me?" I looked at the back of the dress. There were a lot of buttons, as there were on the back of Erica's bridal gown. In fairness, there was no way Alice would be able to unfasten them all herself. "It's ok with me," I answered, looking to Erica for guidance. Normally I'd have been all for this. Alice is five years younger than my wife at 23, but similar in build and not dissimilar in looks, but with slightly larger breasts and a rounder, very pert bum. Helping her to remove her dress would offer me the opportunity to get a good look at her shapely legs and that bottom. She was also looking stunning today, a vision as chief bridesmaid. Plus, she obviously needed help, but I was very much looking forward to removing my new wife's gown! "Of course it's fine!" Erica laughed. She and Alice had always been close, and I knew she'd respond the way she did. I unlocked the door and we all headed into our gorgeous bridal suite. The large bed took up the majority of one half of the room, but the rest of the suite was plenty big enough, with a table and chairs in one corner, a sofa by the wall and of course a large dressing table by another. As the door shut, Alice suggested that actually we should both help Erica with her buttons first. I was about to argue, as I had plans for her, as soon as I could get enough buttons undone, but she continued, pointing out it would allow Erica to get herself ready. She gave me a pointed look at that, and I saw Erica nod out of the corner of my eye, so I bit my tongue and we set to work unbuttoning all ninety-something of the buttons on the dress. I started at the top, and as I revealed more and more of my new wife's back, the inevitable happened and I felt the blood start to redirect to my cock. It was a little awkward, knowing that Alice, who was unbuttoning on her knees right next to me, could almost certainly see the bulge in my pants growing. Still, this was my wedding night, so I contented myself with the thought that with Alice's help, Erica would be out of the dress twice as fast. Sure enough, soon Alice and I met in the middle. We both grasped for the last button, and her hands closed around mine. She quickly pulled away, grazing my erection as she did so. Looking up at me, she blushed and must have seen me do the same as she giggled and murmured an amused, "sorry," as she stood up and turned around. Erica looked around as I undid the last button, and seeing Alice had her back to us, stepped out of the dress and turned to face me. Braless, her pert breasts showed rock hard nipples, telling me she was as horny as I was. Her wedding lingerie was a beautiful pair of almost see-through lacy panties and a similarly lacy garter, which caused my erection to strain against my pants again. "You look beautiful," I whispered, and she smiled back, before pressing herself against me so I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and planting a long, sensuous kiss on my lips. As she stepped away again, I noticed her panties were growing a dark, moist patch at the front and I almost pulled her back towards me, until she reminded me, "Sort Alice's dress out now. I'll just get ready in the bathroom." As she turned away, I turned my attention to her sister, waiting patiently by the sofa with her back to us....
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  • Desiree: Senior Year

    Desiree: Senior Year
    Jun 25 2024
    Finally connecting with a high-school friend. by outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with–in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full breasts and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house–that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing–her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well–some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well. “Wow–you’re quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude” she teased me. “Just working the room, ya know?” I said in my most pompous voice. “I’m sorry if my mom embarrassed you,” she said apologetically. “She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!” “No problem–I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat.” “Well,” she began, taking my arm, “I was very impressed with your poise!” I blushed again. “Oh, you heard that, did ya?” She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her breasts pressing against me closely. “Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, ...
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  • The Camping Trip

    The Camping Trip
    Jun 24 2024
    Kitty and Anthony go to the great outdoors. by AsianKittySub. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had already packed my bags and put them in the car along with the other gear and supplies. I was beyond excited to get out into nature for awhile and disconnect from all the stress of the real world. Plus Anthony was coming with. He and I first crossed paths in a very unique situation, and had gone on a few dates after. I told him I would pick him up at 2 in the afternoon and when I arrived he was already outside with all of his stuff. He was so pumped he was like a kid on Christmas. We loaded his gear into my car and took off. The drive to the park was about 30 minutes. Despite it being located in the middle of a suburban city, the park was large enough where it felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere. It had plenty of trails and fishing spots.We arrived in no time and we pulled into the parking lot. I reserved a remote camp site next to the lake, so we had to hike in a few miles with all our gear. We loaded up our packs took off. The trail was not too difficult and we only passed one person. We both took a day off in the middle of the week because the park and campgrounds weren’t very busy until the weekend. We arrived and surveyed the site to determine where to pitch the tent, so we dropped the gear and looked around a little. Anthony grabbed my hand and led me towards the lake. I told him I would really like to set up camp and gather fire wood, but he was having none of it. We walked down a narrow path and came upon an outcrop overlooking the water. He sat down on the rocks and signaled for me to do the same. I plopped next to him and he put his arm around me. We sat there in silence taking in the beauty surrounding us. I leaned my head on his shoulder and reached down for a quick grope. To my surprise (and delight) I found his cock already hard as steel. I grinned and murmured a bit. He let out a sigh and spread his legs to give me better access. I spun to my knees and frantically pulled at his pants to get them off. He could see I was getting frustrated and chuckled a little while he opened his fly. My hand was pulling out that gorgeous cock as fast as it could and I took him all the way down my throat without warning. His knees went up and his feet came off the ground. He laid back on the rocks and arched his back as I took him in my mouth while I stroked him. It had only been about a minute when I could tell he would cum soon. I pulled my mouth away but continued to jack him. “Baby are you gonna cum for me? Please I need you to cum.” He responded by thrusting his hips upwards to fuck my hand. I stopped stroking and looked him in the eye. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell when you’re going to cum.” “Oh baby, I’m gonna explode just for you. Please suck me in your mouth. I need you.” With that I again took his length all the way down my throat. He began to cum immediately and his hands flew to my head while he groaned and pumped his hot seed in my mouth. I was getting better at taking more of it, but still couldn’t manage to swallow all of it. He was panting for air but he was reaching for my belt to try to put a hand down my pants. “Ah! as much as I’m sure I’d love whatever it is you want to do to me, I really would like to get our camp set up please. Can we come back to this soon?” Anthony looked disappointed but he nodded and helped me up. We went back to our site and set up the tent and sleeping bags. We then gathered firewood and tinder. It was still light out so I asked if he’d like to go fishing. He grabbed the poles and tackle box and we went back to the lake. We found a decent spot along the shore. I love fishing and couldn’t get my line in the water fast enough. He had other ideas and went to put his hand down my pants. “Sweetie if you keep that up we might not have dinner tonight.” “I don’t care Kitty. I just want you.” “Well at least let me fish for a little while? I said I was going to catch dinner for us.” He didn’t say anything but kissed my neck and snaked his hand in the front my pants, and the tip of his finger found my clit. I went weak in the knees a little and he moved his finger back and forth on my slit. It felt so good and I didn’t try to stop him. I also didn’t reel in my line and I had a bite. I set the hook and was trying to bring in the fish, but Anthony’s magical fingers were making it difficult. He was holding me up with one arm while continuing to finger me while I landed the fish. It had to have only been a few minutes of rubbing but he soon had my legs trembling as I hung onto his shoulders. I clutched his biceps and pulled him closer. He had to have felt me tense up. My mouth flew open and my head tilted back as I began to cum. He immediately covered my lips with his and I cried out into his mouth while I came. My legs felt like jello and I thought they would give way. Thankfully ...
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    Posing Leads To...
    Jun 23 2024
    Artwork leads to passion for virgin artist. By SoCaliDude. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where Ron, 24, graduated a few years earlier. He’s now a junior at CSUF. Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene. I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is 5 foot 10 with brown hair and green eyes. Folks say I’m shy, but Ron say’s my smile is captivating. while Ron could talk to anyone. His friend Joe suggested that we date, but I wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."I’m was an art major. Ron is a media major. Later, Ron bumped into me at Nicodel's, a popular Colorado Boulevard lunch spot across the street from P.C.C. Many of us ate there as our campus cafeteria was awful. As in really awful. Nic's had great food, was quiet with red brick and plenty of plants. When Ron arrived, I was in a, rear, booth, crying. When he asked why, I told him the guy I hired to pose for my final figure project took my $100 and walked out. "I had to draw him today,, I sobbed. It's my final project... I am ruined!" "What were you drawing? Why $100?" "Silly boy, it was a figure pose... as in nude..." I explained. "Oh, he said. "I didn't know... I bet there are plenty of guys, on campus, who will get naked for you..." "Yea, right," I responded. "They will want something other than $100, and I am, now, broke and I don't want their STDs. This is a major project. I am in, awful. trouble, here..." "If you need a naked man, and put someone else's face, I could volunteer if you let me take naked pictures of you for my photo class..." "Seriously?" I said. "Kind of like me posing for Playboy? That is a college girl's fantasy." "Seriously..." Ron responded. "My SLR is in my car. I just need some 400 film-for natural light. Do you really want to pose nude?" "I really need this grade... I am not much to look at... Covered with freckles and a hairy bush. I hope I don't scare you away..." "You won't scare me. I lost my v-card last year and hairy pussies turn me on.." "I hope you aren't planning sex," I admitted. "I've never even seen a naked guy and still am a virgin.." We walked to his car, drove to the store-for film, and to my house... "My mom is on the closing crew-at Sears, so we have about six hours of time..." Ron dropped me at her door and parked his Camaro on the street... probly not believing I would see me, naked, within the hour... He knocked on the front door, I shouted, "It's unlocked, walk in. I am changing into my bathrobe..." He walked in, shut the door behind him, and I greeted him in a plush, white, robe... walked him to our family room, turned around and dropped my robe, revealing my natural pine-cone shaped breasts, covered with freckles and a, very, bushy pussy... He couldn't help getting rock-hard, and dropped his jogging shorts and briefs and removed his t-shirt, revealing his plush hairy chest and crotch. This nude project was, quickly, moving forward... I, quickly, grabbed my sketchpad, then, told him to stand on the end table, and started to draw him as his cock, shrank in his nervousness. I quickly, started drawing, acting as if he & I wern’t nude... I was just another model-to him... I placed the sketch pad in my lap, covering my bushy pubes. However, my excited nipples pointed directly at him. For the first time, my good friend, was sexually attracting me, causing him to get hard, again. I acted like I didn't seem to mind, just smiled as I sketched. About an hour, later, I concluded my work, stood up and showed him the final product, having added longer hair and a beard with goatee, to protect his anonymity, walked up, hugged, and French-kissed him, saying, "Thank you for saving my grade." Ron had me stand next to the curtain, and took a, single, frontal nude, for his side of our deal. He said I was beautiful! As he laid down on the comforter, on the sofa, I gathered up my nerves and gave into some new aroused passion, and shocked him by placing my pussy above his cock, reached for his manhood, which, quickly, became erect, saying, "We've done everything except make love," kissing him, again, as I slid onto him, popping my cherry, and surrendering my virginity. "This is fantastic!" I shouted, as we joined, in passion. "I never dreamed sex would be this great!" He gasped as he entered my warm, wet, hairy, pussy. I was in shock, then, quickly, reacted, as we pumped, together. Soon, we both "came" as Ron shook. Then, I grabbed the, bloody, sheet from the sofa, dumped it in the washer "to destroy the evidence," then led him to the shower "to wash off more evidence." All of our bathing had his cock, rock-hard, though, as we French-kissed under the shower... When he attempted to slide himself into my hairy pussy, I stopped him, saying... "Let's go to my bed. NOW!!!" Moments later, he was eating my hairy pussy and stroking my breasts as I screamed in ecstasy, "Oh, oh, please don't ...
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