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John finds the depths of his neighbors. By Bitterjohnzim [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5863199&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/LayingPipe1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdZfqjN1J8IFrg9WSRZgkVPACrM4WIcSp4DNxmjcW5VV7XMjdmibmw1gZvECE4kGLji-B5uDUL1wv9IZGtVZjtkl_GEuXyht13Tf-Pe2MVpFFJB8xgwWBRcPQwgznKq-SAHAaLRt1iDt6hyphenhyphen46U66HYB9_N-Mf9lzbcUGBp94X6YMNOdP_R0f_ZeMwBIY/w640-h640/LayingPipe1.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdZfqjN1J8IFrg9WSRZgkVPACrM4WIcSp4DNxmjcW5VV7XMjdmibmw1gZvECE4kGLji-B5uDUL1wv9IZGtVZjtkl_GEuXyht13Tf-Pe2MVpFFJB8xgwWBRcPQwgznKq-SAHAaLRt1iDt6hyphenhyphen46U66HYB9_N-Mf9lzbcUGBp94X6YMNOdP_R0f_ZeMwBIY/s1024/LayingPipe1.jpg   My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use. Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?" After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks." In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts. Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee. The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house. Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom. I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away. Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open. There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?" "Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all." I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-" Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey." I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?" Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses. There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?" She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break." "U of O, yeah?" Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!" I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy." "I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard." I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed." "Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint. I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen." Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!." Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights. I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body. I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?" She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell." I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age." She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck. I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail. She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes. I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have." I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted." I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick. I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass. "Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving. "Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down." I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans. I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it. Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom. I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist. I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows. Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy." I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching. A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?" "Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread. "In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips. "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her. I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness. That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed. "Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf. "Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother. By Bitterjohnzim [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5863199&page=submissions] for Literotica

Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5693501&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/CockAvailableForMarriage.mp3] at Steamy stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/77b91ff8279d79b1a6d61ef93c3b8af8/45784b6dbaf1c140-32/s540x810/2e8c564a4b29b44bbc275a4fa3a1a19684e84191.jpg] Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one. All females received free memberships, but as a male, I’d have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn’t looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn’t all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you’ll find an address for a doctor’s appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don’t spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby. The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.” I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny. My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release. I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson. She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn’t be my real name. “Ok, Mister Johnson, you’re all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you. To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like; “How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?” I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers. I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven’t impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form. Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone. The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn’t want anyone to see me. A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me, “Mister Johnson?” “Yes.” “I’m Doctor Phillips.” I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me. “Come on back and we’ll get started.” She led me down a short hallway to her office. “Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!” “Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials. “I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.” “As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.” She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper. Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease. “Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She’ll take you back and we’ll get started.” I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office. All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure. “Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that’s normal for men when they first get here, we’ll check it again later.” A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD. Both my answers were in the negative. The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word. “Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“ At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn’t see a toilet, or even a door to another room. She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it. "I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I’m required to watch you do it so you don’t cheat.” “Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?” “Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.” “Give me your penis and we’ll get started!” “Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch. “This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!” She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra. She pointed to a red line on the tube, “Fill to this point and stop!” I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn’t take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started. I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn’t easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish. She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me, “No need for that, you won’t be in those pants much longer anyway.” So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself. The nurse looked at me and then my crotch, “Good, we’ll need that to get hard, that’s our next step!” She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups. She pointed to an open locker on the wall, “It’s time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat. I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed. She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch. "This won’t work,” She said, the doctor won’t be able to examine you that way!“ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it. "You’re going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place. “The doctor can’t examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!” I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal. I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought. When the doctor came in she didn’t even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me. “Ok, Mister Johnson, let’s see what you’ve got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it’s necessary to give you a proper exam.” She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free. She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to him next.” > Cock Meets Twat Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes. “So,” said the doctor, I see it’s been five days since you ejaculated,“ "Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.” I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake! Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head. She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva. She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me, “Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.” “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I’m puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?” “Simple,” She said, we can’t use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it’ll contaminate the sample. I know it’s strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction. She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in. I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on. The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he’s ready for his first sample.” She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out. “So, are you a squitter or oozier?” Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer, “S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.” Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample. Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion. “Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt. I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor’s hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann’s beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second. My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain. The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure. Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor. “Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we’ll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations. "Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.” I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I’m in. It didn’t take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation. Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth. She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive. “Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann. The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection. It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric. She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands. I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm. “Oh,” said Beth, “I didn’t believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn’t he!” Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed. As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again. “Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he’s ready again!” And indeed he was. More of Beth’s saliva, more views of Beth’s tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again. I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready…. Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message; “Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!” This time it was seductively signed, “Waiting Vagina.” “Only a half hour???” That didn’t leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn’t know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car. I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125. “That’s right across the hall.” I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare. As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 11

My friend and I have sex together for the first time. By SwiftyTilting - listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/AHotEvening.mp3] on Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories] [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztv71AIKA2Moz4Gyjugtw57ihbBzGdLVzjUdI15Hdbbsn7Fy1ZwIYrx6K_9y3yC_dq2E3Q6JB1KXk5_hzkO5izrRkO5M7mT_qovkrTKZ75XjhQctfI4D2F0TiI-JKGgFgX1_nhxSs5RfsjE0VLodnxmv2S3Yc8-QAVH9xN2NEvTgZGpqlJcHpuT3Y2bM/w632-h640/2451.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztv71AIKA2Moz4Gyjugtw57ihbBzGdLVzjUdI15Hdbbsn7Fy1ZwIYrx6K_9y3yC_dq2E3Q6JB1KXk5_hzkO5izrRkO5M7mT_qovkrTKZ75XjhQctfI4D2F0TiI-JKGgFgX1_nhxSs5RfsjE0VLodnxmv2S3Yc8-QAVH9xN2NEvTgZGpqlJcHpuT3Y2bM/s1280/2451.jpg   The sun sits low in the west. The temperature broke a record high today. Humidity hangs in the air, and I feel its heaviness when I breathe. I’m in my friend’s cozy, little kitchen. I’m looking through the cupboards for a large glass. It’s my first time visiting his apartment, and I note with pleasure that his home, though small and sparsely decorated, is thoroughly clean and comfortable. A delightful breeze touches me through the open windows. Curtains blow in the breeze, and a fan hums pleasantly in the background. I feel safe here. I remember back to when my friend and I first met. We got to know each other earlier this year when we, literally, bumped into each other at a local botanical garden, and our friendship, forgive the awful pun, blossomed from there. Neither of us has a sexual partner right now, and we’re both really horny, so we recently decided that we’d like to experience having sex with each other. No commitment. Just enjoyment. That’s what this evening is for. We’ve talked about sex quite a bit, so we know we have varying needs, the biggest difference between us probably being that I enjoy the power play involved in BDSM. I crave being submissive and dominated. My friend on the other hand has no experience with BDSM and no interest in dominating me. However, he does enjoy long, slow sex sessions, which I would love to experience with him. Plus, I have a plan in mind, one I hope he enjoys. So I’m sure we’ll have fun. I finally find a glass and set it on the kitchen table. I open the freezer and feel the cold air rush out and brush pleasantly against my face as I grab an ice-cube tray. I twist the tray to loosen the ice and fill my glass with ice cubes. Then I turn the sink faucet on cold, and fill my glass to the brim with water and slowly take a long drink. Ah. Cold water is the most delicious thing when you’re hot and thirsty, I think to myself. I pick up my glass of ice water and walk slowly towards my friend’s bedroom where I know he’s waiting for me. As I step through the door into his room, I notice a sense of peacefulness. He hasn’t turned any lights on yet, and the long rays of sunlight from outside cast a golden glow mixed with shadows throughout his room. I draw in my breath quickly as I see him relaxing on the bed, naked with his legs spread wide, open and waiting for me. I set my ice water down on his bedside table, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. He smiles at me quietly. His serious green eyes lock on mine: “My body is yours. My cock and balls are yours. My ass is yours. Do what you will with me,” he says leisurely, entrusting his body to me, to use for my pleasure. I open my eyes wide. I feel my mouth begin to water, my pulse speeds up. My hands begin to tremble as my eyes travel over his body hungrily. He looks delicious, every part of him. His arms, shoulders, chest, legs,… his cock, his ass. My pussy leaps with anticipation, and a warm, tingling sensation washes over me. But I pause, feeling overwhelmed at all the possible choices. Anxiety and shyness momentarily paralyze me. I remind him, “I’m used to being told what to do, or having it done to me. I feel a bit lost not being under someone’s control. I’m not sure what to do.” “Do whatever you want,” he says. I don’t find his answer particularly helpful, but knowing, and accepting, that he’s not about to change, I say, “Okay, please let me know if I do anything you don’t like.” He reaches out to grasp my hand gently, intertwining his fingers with mine. He says, “Don’t worry. You’re very hot, and I love your sexual energy. You’ll be great.” He gives me a quick peck on my cheek and lays back, relaxing on the bed again, watching me. I’ve decided the first thing I want is to touch him all over his body, to feel his skin against mine. But I might as well give him a little show. I slowly start dancing, moving seductively (or at least trying my best!), swaying my ass, rubbing my pussy through my dress. I try to look him in the eyes, but I find myself casting my eyes down and biting my lip nervously. As I sway my body side to side, I grab the hem of my dress, raising my arms, lifting it up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Then I unhook my bra, freeing my small breasts. I keep dancing. I turn around so my ass faces him, and I slowly remove my undies, uncovering my ass cheeks. I give them a wiggle, then twirl around and face him, and I’m standing naked in front of my friend for the first time, feeling both self-conscious and excitingly exposed. “You have a beautiful pussy and tits! Oh, my, god, want to eat you!” he exclaims, starting to sit up and move towards me. “Thank you. Mmm. That sounds delicious and would feel so good. But it’s my turn first, remember? Maybe later,” I tease, pushing my hand gently against his chest. He lays down again reluctantly, and I smile at him as I get on the bed, crawling to him between his legs. I lay my hand on his left thigh. I feel the warmth beneath my fingers. Electricity jolts through me. I haven’t touched a man in so long it feels like the first time. My body aches with desire. I rub my hand along his inner thigh and then up over his ass. I love the curve of his ass, and I stroke it gently. Then I shyly touch a fingertip to his anus and rub it tenderly, round and round, tracing around the edge, feeling his soft, bumpy rim. “Ahh. It feels good when you touch my anus.” “Mmm. I’m glad,” I say bending over and laying the flat of my tongue against his delectable asshole. I lick it briefly and give it a soft kiss. Then I lay both of my hands on his inner thighs, stroking them, coming closer and closer to his cock, but not touching it, yet. Not because I don’t want to, but I’m enjoying the anticipation, feeling my desire well up inside of me. I move my hands over his ass and hips, up his abs to his broad chest. I rub it with long strokes. I touch his nipples with my fingers, enjoying how erect they are. I lean over and lick and kiss and mouth his sweet little nipples, enjoying their hardness beneath my tongue. Then I rub his shoulders, his biceps, feeling his strength beneath my fingers. I lean over and breathe deeply the scent of his warm skin. I kiss his neck, then his ear. I nibble on his ear lobe and blow gently in his ear, whispering softly, “I want you so much.” He replies simply, “You can have me. Take me.” I smile at him shyly. Then I tilt my head up, saying, “Mmm Thank you… I intend to.” Having this much control over a man feels… strange, but thrilling. Though sexually submissive by nature, I’m definitely enjoying myself. Now it’s time to put my plan into action. I take a couple sips of ice water, feeling the cold travel down my throat, and let an ice cube melt on my tongue. Then I kiss his hot, delectable lips. I insert my cold tongue in his mouth. Mmm. He tastes so good. My lips and tongue warm up quickly from the heat in his mouth. Our tongues touch and press together moving in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining and exploring each other’s mouths. Oh, god, kissing him feels wonderful, the softness, the roughness, the wetness, the taste. I sit up and stick my fingers in the glass of ice water. Taking out an ice cube, I press it against the warm skin on his chest and draw figure eights with the melting ice cube around his nipples, enjoying watching rivulets of water drip down the sides of his body. I lick them with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin mixed with the water. I put the ice cube on his right nipple and see his nipple get harder. Then I remove the ice and put my warm mouth on his cold nipple. Mmm. So nice. I kiss on down his body towards his cock. I kneel between his legs, bowing my body in front of his cock. I see precum glistening on his sweet slit. I tentatively reach the tip of my tongue to taste a drop. As I pull away, his wet slipperiness follows my tongue in a long silken thread. I lick my lips with pleasure. I reach my hands towards his shaft eagerly, but then I stop. “It’s okay if I touch it?” “Yes, I’d like that. You can do whatever you’d like. I trust you.” I wrap my fingers around his cock firmly and stroke it. I gasp. It feels wonderfully alive in my hands. I kiss the head of his cock tenderly. Mmm. Shiny precum continues to drip out. I take the tip of my tongue and decadently swirl its slipperiness around and around. Then I take the flat of my tongue and lick up and down his shaft, making hungry moans and slurping sounds as I spread his slick, sweet precum all over his cock. Mmm. He tastes so good. I put an ice cube in my mouth and chew it, crushing the ice with my teeth. I hug his cock with my lips. His cock feels incredibly hot against my cold tongue. Tiny bits of melting ice rub against his shaft as I move my mouth up and down its length as far and deep as I can go. He moans. Soon the ice has melted away completely, and his cock feels increasingly hot and hard between my lips. He puts his hands gently on my head, running his fingers through my hair, then carefully cradles my head in his hands. I look up at him, my mouth full of his hard cock, and I give him a little smile. “You’re beautiful,” he says. I blush happily, wondering fleetingly how I can look beautiful with the awkward shapes my lips and cheeks must be making as I suck on his cock, but very glad he thinks so! Since my tongue is otherwise occupied, I simply say, “Mmmm mmmm,” causing my mouth to vibrate around his cock. He squirms and seems to enjoy it, so I give a longer low hum. A groan escapes his mouth, and I feel his hands push against my head. His cock has expanded and feels like a hot, living, steel rod sliding through my soft, embracing lips and mouth. I love the sensation of it gliding over my sensitive tongue. I’m moving my head up and down slowly, sucking hard, enjoying such an intimate act, his beautiful, precious cock filling my mouth and throat. But, oh, god, my pussy aches and needs him inside so badly. I slide my mouth to the end of his cock, giving it one more long, soft kiss. Then I straddle his body, with one leg bent on either side. I touch his cock to my pussy. I rub the head against my clit. Ahh. Fuck, that feels nice. “My pussy needs your cock inside. May I…?” “Oh, my god yes!” he replies. I lift my body up and slowly lower my pussy onto his cock. Ahh, it feels good as he slides inside my wet, slippery tunnel. I lean over, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him close, and we kiss while I slowly move my hips back and forth, grinding my clit against him and feeling his wonderful cock moving deep inside me. He puts his hands on my ass and assists my movements, pulling on my hips. He begins to thrust his cock rhythmically, deeper and deeper. Ahh. We move faster: we’re in sync and slowly increase the rhythm. My orgasm builds inside me. Higher and higher. My pussy squeezes his cock tightly. Mmm. God, I feel so good. We’re moving fast and wild now, gripping onto each other, riding each other hard, moaning… groaning… whimpering. The room fills with the sounds of our fucking. The bed squeaks, the headboard bangs against the wall. I’m breathing loudly, gasping, having a hard time catching my breath I’m so overtaken with passion. Reaching the crest of my orgasm, then hanging there, hanging, hanging at the peak, I feel my warm fluid gushing from my pussy. I moan, cry out his name almost in a scream, and I crash over the top in a huge downward rush. My body pulses hard, and at the same time he gives a big, deep, strong thrust and his orgasm hits full force. His cock explodes inside me, squirting out strong, full jets of hot cum, filling me up with his goodness. We hold on tightly and ride the wave together. We shake as he cradles me in his arms while I continue to pulse and pulse from my orgasm for well over a minute. Our movements slow, our breathing calms down, our heart rates return to normal. Yet I feel anything but normal! My face is flushed and glowing with elation. We lie in bed holding each other, with him still inside me. Then I feel his cock slide out. I sigh. He holds me closer. “Thank you for playing with me,” I say dreamily. He responds, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That felt really good.” He glances over at my glass of water. “The ice is almost all melted. I’ll go get a fresh glass of ice water, if you’d like to continue to play.” I tell him, “I’d love that.” I sit up on the bed and spread my legs wide. With an excited glint in my eye I continue, “My body is yours. My tits, my ass, my pussy are yours. Do what you will with me.” Giving me a quick smile, he gets up and says quietly, “I’ll be right back.” By SwiftyTilting [https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hot-evening-1], for Literotica [https://www.literotica.com/s/a-hot-evening-1]

BRICK AND MORTAR SHOPPING HAS MORE OPTIONS, FOR THOSE WHO TAKE A CHANCE. By Dj mac1031 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Djmac1031]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/WeAllHaveNeeds.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mqOtS6VsGHN6oW1bq6gYsohb6tD3FyHUeHPC7Fzd4eh_Ei0F_F05n3fVkfwow3BORlBecjArHj-houhyphenhyphendVrvF7IHKrz4xfcib2LDcUeuTQEcbLzAbTic0-xtnA0TH6d8uPBIU0qzVZQXILM81X-JfrbXGfTVsdzSETdN-REGEdQiA8aztxwsFUYPTag/w640-h634/WeAllHaveNeeds.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mqOtS6VsGHN6oW1bq6gYsohb6tD3FyHUeHPC7Fzd4eh_Ei0F_F05n3fVkfwow3BORlBecjArHj-houhyphenhyphendVrvF7IHKrz4xfcib2LDcUeuTQEcbLzAbTic0-xtnA0TH6d8uPBIU0qzVZQXILM81X-JfrbXGfTVsdzSETdN-REGEdQiA8aztxwsFUYPTag/s534/WeAllHaveNeeds.jpg This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments. As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.   But it had been over a year since my divorce, longer still since the last time I'd gotten laid, and I was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation. "Just pick something," I chided myself, "pick something, pay for it and get the fuck out of here. Who gives a fuck what these people think? You'll never see any of them again anyway." Finally, I settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking cunt and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star whose name I recognized and found attractive. I was wondering to myself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately I'd still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone, when I plowed right into her. I'd been looking down, trying to hide my face as I approached the counter, already fishing my wallet out of my back pocket so I could cut down how long I had to spend checking out, and never saw her. Both of us let out a yelp at the collision, and the packages we'd each been holding fell to the floor with a clatter. I knew it was a woman more by the feel of her as we'd collided than by sight, and I actively avoided looking at her as I bent down to scoop up both our items. Along with my fake plastic cunt, I found myself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, "Life-like feel, Vibrates! U S B rechargeable! Provides hours of pleasure!" I stood up, trying to brace myself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy I was planning on masturbating with later. "I'm so, "My eyes met hers as I finished standing. "Sorry." She was stunning. Probably a little younger than I; late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that. Her straight, fine, chestnut brown hair framed the almost perfect oval of her face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over her shapely, rounded cheekbones. If she'd had to color her hair, it didn't show. Her sloping nose tapered to a fine point above her thin yet full pink lips. Her make-up was effective enough to highlight her features without disguising her maturity. But it was her dark brown eyes that captured me. In them, I saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in my own eyes, along with a hint of something else I couldn't quite place. "It was my fault," she was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice. "No, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," I countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide. Instead, I stood frozen, staring at her eyes. Her deep, dark eyes. She was speaking. I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my trance. "Um, can I have my, package?" She was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of her face told a different story. "Oh, right. Sorry," I said, handing her the phallic sex toy. We stood silently staring at each other until she finally broke into a foolish grin. "I've probably been in a more embarrassing situation than this before," she chuckled nervously, "but I certainly can't remember when." I found myself laughing as well. "Hey, look, we're both adults. We all have needs. We're supposed to be beyond being ashamed of this by now, aren't we?" I tried to say it with enough casualness that I might actually convince her that I believed my own words. Her laugh became lighter, more genuine. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." Her twinkling eyes fixed on me for a moment, then glanced at the box in my hand featuring the naked porn star with legs agape, alongside the image of the toy replica of her most intimate area, and gave me a wry smile. "Well, enjoy your evening, I suppose."

BACKPACKING COUPLES TURNS WILD ON NUDE DAY. Based on a post by m storyman x [https://www.literotica.com/authors/m_storyman_x]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/adventures-of-big-mike/BigMikeGoesBackpacking1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxnXuJSX81rHQkhLaLWxuXNkm1Iw6GIdW7225wlJ4AFBbDYgtd_K3z0M4r4l0DFOqQY0Jrl-ifnLfgJ4HfMjVXT7th-NZPmIygtIuJRvqySnDRCtY5s_k4l5NNIwCsUdydoTIASQlM2K0ZwcKH8FxmAcsmBC2ON5q9F4q93L0g6T9NNmWZF7pShHhfHU/w640-h640/BEEBAED.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxnXuJSX81rHQkhLaLWxuXNkm1Iw6GIdW7225wlJ4AFBbDYgtd_K3z0M4r4l0DFOqQY0Jrl-ifnLfgJ4HfMjVXT7th-NZPmIygtIuJRvqySnDRCtY5s_k4l5NNIwCsUdydoTIASQlM2K0ZwcKH8FxmAcsmBC2ON5q9F4q93L0g6T9NNmWZF7pShHhfHU/s1116/BEEBAED.jpg   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 around the lightly smoking fire to decide the day's activities. "So, anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general. "July fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your birthday is it?" He joked. In stark contrast to Mary and John are Mark and Christa who are in their thirties, very athletic, and if allowed to, will push our physical limits pretty far. Thin and fit, they have done much more ambitious climbs than I will ever attempt. Mark is your typical athletic type and his wife is really easy on the eyes; about five six and only a hundred forty pounds or so, most of that in her chest, I think.  While I haven't ever seen Christa naked, I have had the pleasure of seeing her in some pretty skimpy bikini's that her easily 38 D chest was trying hard to fall out of. Her blond hair and gentle blue eyes give her a Barbie-doll look, but she has the spirit of a redhead. She loves a stimulating conversation and will debate almost any topic. I have enjoyed many a discussion with her as we hiked up trails, usually calling it a draw by the time we reached our camp site. "Oh I wouldn't quite say it's my birthday. But it is a similar & special day." Mary said from her spot where she was sitting on a small log we had pulled into camp. "It's National Nude Day, and I think we should all wear birthday suits today, to celebrate it!" she concluded. "You're kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her face. “Buck naked?” "No, I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious as can be. "But someone might see us naked!" Christa piped up. "Well first off, I checked the back-country permits when I signed up with the national park service. There isn't anyone else around here for miles. And second off, what are you worried about? Those bikini's you wear don't exactly cover a hell of a lot." Mary retorted with a smile. "You don't really think that the guys can't tell what's under them after you get wet do you? I mean that white one is completely see-through at times."