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Home Repairs: Part 1

HOME REPAIRS: PART 1 SHE’S A PLUMBER WHO FIXES MORE THAN THE SINK. Based on posts by Mr Still [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrStill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/HomeRepairs1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/HomeReepairs.jpg] It takes some getting used to, the ways of the world these days. The sink in our kitchen had flooded the floor and of course we had to deal with it and of course it was a Saturday morning. I took a look at the spaghetti of pipes and hoses under the sink and complained to my wife June who stood watching with her arms crossed while I went on about how something that was supposed to be as simple as water coming into the house and water going out of the house could be so complicated in these modern homes. June seemed unimpressed by my complaint and latched on to the main issue. "Can you fix it?" she asked with a hint of urgency. "I like things in our home to work." "I've just been explaining;” I started but she cut me off. "Just get a plumber in then," she ordered and left the kitchen and the puddle on the floor, striding out as if this failing of the house was somehow my fault. I did the google thing and got as far down as Advanced Plumbing which seemed to be based nearby and who boasted that they did twenty-four hour callouts. Reasoning that they could only be as cheap or expensive as the rest of the alphabet I gave them a call and spoke to a receptionist who seemed to be caring enough and unfussed that it was Saturday morning. She warned me to expect the bill to be a minimum of a hundred dollars by the time the leak was found and repaired, depending on the cost of parts. But not much more than that, she told me, based on my description of the situation. "These things are usually solved pretty quickly," she assured me with what I assumed was blithe marketing confidence. But she promised that someone would be out within the hour. I hoped with that sort of service, the problem could be solved pretty quickly and we could get back to our weekend. So assuming that I had everything under control, I went back to the weekend paper. I merely had to wait and it would all be solved. Sure enough the sort of van you would expect your local plumber to drive pulled into my driveway about forty-five minutes later. It clearly advertised it was Advanced Plumbing which gave me some immediate relief, like the problem was already solved. I went to the window in time to see a tallish and shapely blonde woman get out of the van's driver's side. She appeared to be by herself. And indeed she was. She wore short shorts and the company issue hi-viz top which suggested to me even from my distance that she had a bust worth my attention. She knocked on the door and I immediately answered, greeting this woman from Advanced Plumbing with her bright, open face framed by a mane of blonde hair along with the rest of her readily apparent attributes down to her long tanned legs. "You're Henry with the plumbing problem," she announced. "You're a;” I started, hoping that she wasn't put off by how I stared, examining her. “plumber," she helpfully concluded for me. "Is there a problem? I thought we worked out everything on the phone? If I can have a look at your leak?" I remembered to let her into the house. "Ah, you were the receptionist?" I asked somewhat surprised. "Well, I answer the phone." She smiled. "I'm May. And I am a certified plumber. I realize that it can be a bit difficult for you old people." "Old? I'm forty-four." This impertinence was not acceptable and could not be let go without some level of correction. "Oh I am sorry," May smiled while clearly looking me over, "I thought you were older. Now if you let me, I'll have a look at your plumbing and see if I can get your waterworks operating right again." She gave me a salacious smile with that as I led her to the kitchen. There would be a reckoning for that too, I thought, but later. A reckoning after we got my immediate problem solved. I guessed that June was busy out in our back garden, so I would have to think ahead if I was going to get my revenge on May while keeping June in the dark about anything that went on. I sat at the kitchen table and started to scroll through my phone as May got down on her knees to look under the sink. I looked over at her at just the right moment. Her head was in the cabinet thing right under the sink as her shorts stretched enticingly over her bottom. Since she was there and I was here I could make a close inspection of what was before me. Suddenly May turned around to me. "What are you doing?" she snapped. I smiled. "Keeping an eye on you. Health and safety and all of that." Which in a sense was true. You don't leave someone in that position by themselves. It's in all the safety manuals. I explained that to May and she shook her head and smiled in a way that seemed agreeable and enticing. I felt a stirring in my pants in response. May went back to looking for the problem, so I adjusted my cock which had started to grow, getting a little uncomfortable in my pants from all the watching. I also switched my phone to film her. It might be a while before I saw a bottom like that again so I decided that I needed a record. It really was quite an impressive bottom, round, not too large, with a nice arc curving into her bare legs. I got thinking about what May might do with it for pleasure. I realized that I was adjusting my cock again which was natural given the situation that presented itself to me. May stood up and smiled at me, returning my concentration to the damp problem in front of us. "I've found what the problem is," she announced and used what I assumed was genuine plumbing terminology to explain her diagnosis. I was slightly distracted by the way that her shirt had bunched up around her bust suggesting that her tits were somewhat larger and more enticing than I had first imagined. She clearly intended to impress me with her plumbing knowledge. When she finished I asked "can you fix it?" meaning I wanted to know if she could fix it right away. Fortunately, May nodded and told me that she had to go to the van to get the parts and everything would be sorted soon. She smiled oddly when she said that. "Do you need a hand?" I asked her but she shook her head. "You just watch," she told me as she strode purposefully out of the room again giving me a different but equally pleasant view of her backside. I wondered about getting the chance to see more of it. However, like something from an English bedroom farce, with May out of the house, June came back into the room while I sat and waited. "Is everything under control?" she asked in her now familiar distant way. I explained that May had gone to her van to get the parts, but June showed as much interest in what I was saying as I had shown to May's plumbing explanation. "Tell me when it's fixed," June ordered and disappeared back to whatever she had been doing. May of course returned almost straight after with some items which I assumed were plumbing related and were presumably what was needed to solve my problem. She got back into her position on the floor to do the repairs. I again was fiddling with my phone and again found myself filming May at work again. With of course her bum and her legs being my main focus. As she strained to remove some parts and attach others, I was sure that her shorts rode more tightly up into her crotch giving me a pretty good idea of what she would look like without them. So I focused in, just to be sure. May surprised me when she again turned around. "Fixed," she told me. Again with that knowing smile. "That didn't take long," I complemented her. "I guess it helps to know what you're doing." "Indeed," she agreed. She stood up and tugged her shorts back down into their right place. "Now there's something else we have to fix. You were filming me from behind while I was working. I trust you got some nice footage of my bum." I held her eye contact. "Yes," I told her. "Health and safety reasons. So I would have evidence if anything went wrong." I got a bit stern with my tone. "That's quite a suggestion on your part." I wondered at what I could do to quell this rebellion and started to think through my possibilities. But May didn't seem concerned at my challenge. If anything that nagging smile got more malevolent. She held my stare. "Health and safety is all very well, But you see I have this video of you wanking over me." She let that float between us for a moment of contemplation. I shifted in my chair, which given my state may not have been the best thing to do. "Well, I wouldn't call it wanking," I told her. She scrolled through her phone and studied a video, apparently of me. "I would," she retorted and held her phone towards me. "Perhaps we could review all of my footage. And also one of us has a problem the other doesn't. One of us has a wife in the house and the other one doesn't. And," she added pointing, "one of us currently has an erection. So that kind of tips the balance. Especially as the wife one of us has is, as I said, here in the house somewhere and could appear at any moment." "How do you know she'll be upset at any of this?" I smiled trying to convey that of course June would not be worried by a covered erection and a video recording of a visitor's bottom. May did not seem fussed though. "Oh, I can tell the type." Well, she was right there. Bluff called. "And I'll take fifty dollars off my otherwise inflated bill to make you feel better about it." "So what are you suggesting?" I guessed I better ask. May walked over close to where I was sitting to stare down at me. The smile had become dark, threatening. "Well, let's get a good look at you, for a start." "Meaning?" I asked her. "Get those pants down. Let's see what effect my bottom had on your manhood." I looked at May hard. I was being asked to expose myself by this extremely attractive and playful woman. Well, why not? I'd think of something to tell June if I needed to. I started to unbuckle my jeans when May told me to stop. "I'd rather you stood up when you did it." Okay that was easy. I stood up and May immediately sat down on the chair I had vacated. My jeans were down below my knees. And I thought my cock must seem quite impressive, hinting at its decent size while still covered by my cotton jocks. "Now over my knee," May ordered. "What?" I exploded. "Bad boys should be spanked," she answered matter-of-factly. "Don't you think?" I stared at her. "You want to spank me?" I asked, incredulous. "Well, it's your choice. And it's fifty dollars off your bill." She laughed at that. That got me angry. "What choice do I have?" I demanded. "Well, I could add another fifty dollars to delete the footage of you wanking over me. You know, to make sure there was no trace of it on the internet. Henry." "Ha-ha," I replied weighing up my options, "spanking sounds cheap. How many?" "Let me think. Ten for each ass cheek." I wondered about that. "Come on," May insisted, "I have another job I have to go to. Time to make up your mind." "Well," I agreed, "let's get this over quick." I smiled at May hoping I was appealing to her sense of fair play. The smile I got back made me wonder. But still, a hundred dollars. She patted her lap and I bent over. She rubbed me a few times then yanked down my underwear." "Hey," I complained. "Well, I couldn't see your ass through all that cotton," she pointed out in her measured manner as she laid into two quick whacks, one on each side. "And isn't this the best way to do it?" She gave me another few whacks. I suddenly realized that she was rather strong. "See, that wasn't so bad," she commented. She rubbed me where she had hit me. "Nice and firm," she noticed while doing that. "Not much padding." I grunted. She gave me another two whacks in about the same place on each ass cheek. "Ouch," I shouted. "Those two hurt." "Poor Henry," she consoled. Then she shifted a little. "What are we going to do about this little fellow? She adjusted her thighs so that my cock was between them. I hadn't realized that I had got seriously hard. May pressed on it from each side gripping me in that position then reached down and tickled the base of my cock. "That's not going to help," I warned her. If anything I was getting harder. And at that point, June walked in. "Oh," she said, "I was just going to ask Henry if we had the water back running yet." She looked closer. "Is he making you do that to him?" she asked May in her usual cold manner. "I know what it looks like, Mrs. Miller, but he's paying down the bill by letting me do this." May rubbed my bottom and then gave me two more slaps. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't give June any ideas. June came up close to us to get the full viewing experience while May gave me another two. "Well, it's unconventional but if it's saving us money, please continue." And she left the room. May chuckled. "You never know, do you? I thought you were in for it." And gave me another two hard slaps on my bare bottom. She rubbed me again as the pain seemed to me to have spread all over my bum. She let a finger run over my anus. "Oh, I didn't think men liked that," she sniggered as I spasmed in reaction. So she did it again. "I haven't been keeping count. How many is that?" she asked me. "Two more," I assured her. "What a pity," she enthused letting that finger toy with the entrance to my bum. "I think you're enjoying this." "Can we just get this over?" I pleaded. "Oh, all right then," she pouted. And gave me two hard whacks followed straight away by her carefully caressing the areas that she could reach while still clamping her bare thighs around my cock. "I think that is done," she announced and loosened her thighs to let me go. She pushed me up so that I stood up in front of her. I rubbed my bottom regardless that my rather obvious erection was waving in front of this woman who I barely knew. Still sitting on my chair, May unbuttoned her shorts. "What are you doing?" I demanded. She didn't answer. Instead May slid her shorts together with her knickers down past her thighs and below her knees, down to her ankles. I tried to get a view of her crotch but her thighs were still together. Until she spread them and ran a finger down her slit. "I don't know," I stammered. "Is that part of the deal?" "Well, if you don't want to continue this, don't come over here and lick me." May's look clearly told me that she was not joking. "And," she added, "I'm not going to let you have all the fun." I watched her run her finger between her labia. "Who said I was having fun?" I tried to argue, admittedly somewhat weakly as my erection was still displaying my true reaction. "Did I say I was enjoying this?" May reached over and gripped my erection which was now hard to the point of painful. And that smile looked like one of total control. "I don't think you actually have to say anything. And the time for licking is gone. Now get down on the floor on your back." She slid her shorts right off and stood up, so I could see that she was shaved. I lay down as she insisted and my bottom burned for a moment as it connected with our kitchen floor tiles although the water that had started the whole thing made it a little bearable. "Good," she said as she planted herself directly on top of me. "There, I think you are enjoying it." I was deep inside her allowing her to get a rhythm going. She was gasping with the thrill of it all, and she soon had me grunting my enjoyment too. We kept at it with May giving me instructions and controlling our tempo. Mostly she was ordering me to go harder but not to cum. I tried to obey and was on the verge of cumming none-the-less. Still we continued. I hadn't noticed that June had returned. She had come right over to where we were before I realized that she was there. June raised an eyebrow at me once she had my attention. "I wasn't expecting to find this sort of thing going on in my kitchen," she sniffed. "What's your explanation for this?" she asked May. "Well," May stammered as she pounded up and down on top of me, "He seemed to like the spanking and I wasn't going to let him have all the fun." June looked at me and I shrugged. May tightened around me suddenly forcing me to thrust hard into her as June looked on, feigning an academic interest. "Fair enough," June finally conceded, "I hope it's worth it. "He's about to make me cum," May gasped in response. June smiled condescendingly. "Well, lucky you," she observed; and left the room. So we got our sink fixed but I had to admit that things did not work out quite as expected. It was again just the two of us in our now cleaned and functioning kitchen. June and I sat at the kitchen table while I wondered what I should say or whether I should just shut up. What does one say to your wife after she discovers you getting spanked and then fucked by the plumber who fixed your sink? What consequences are there? My wife looked at me sharply across the table. I kept eye contact with her, waiting. We stared at each other for a moment. "Well," she scoffed, "there are plenty of other things around the place that need fixing." She was not giving any of her thoughts away to me. But I was sure as she said it, that she had a slight smile on her face, just a little bit. HOW OUR INSULATION INSTALLER RAISED THE HEAT IN OUR HOUSE. The temperature inside our house had been worrying me. It was summer and the house was too hot. I climbed a ladder and peered through a manhole in the kitchen ceiling to check the roof cavity in our house one Saturday morning and told my wife June what I discovered. "Did you know we don't have any insulation in the roof?" I called down to her with my head still in the roof while she was supposed to be watching me on the ladder. She must have lost interest in me because her response sounded like she was at least a room away. "Are you going to fix it?" she called back to me. Climbing down the ladder I located June in our living room and explained to her that I could go to Bunnings and buy some insulation and then fit it in the ceiling myself. She looked unimpressed. "I think you need to get professionals in so you don't accidentally get yourself killed putting it in wrong." She said that she had read about that happening in the papers from time to time. I tried to assure her that it was perfectly safe. But she tutted at me. "Well," she huffed, "I'd prefer not to have your dead body on my hands, having to work out what to do with it and how to clean up the mess and then have to work out then how to get the insulation placed in there, so perhaps you could organize someone trained to do it instead." And having won that discussion, she left me alone, heading off to do whatever it is that she does in the backyard when I am not around her. So it was up to me to organize the workers. I wondered that June had not mentioned anything to me about what happened with the plumber I had called in to fix the leak in the kitchen. Perhaps June preferred to bide her time about how she would ultimately deliver retribution for having walked in to find the plumber first spanking and then fucking me. I had decided not to be the first to raise it but was worried that June had been dangerously quiet on the matter. Mind, our sexual life had improved, so there was that. I was rather relieved that June had not brought spanking into our marriage yet. But now the insulation. I thought I'd be radical this time and chose a company from the end of the alphabet, Your Insulation Solutions, and gave them a call. I spoke to their efficient receptionist who seemed caring enough and suggested that they could have someone around on Monday to have a look. "You're not going to be coming around yourself?" I teased. "No," she responded flatly, "I'm just the receptionist. I don't have a white card. It will be one of our qualified, experienced installers." Well at least I hadn't made that mistake again. Monday, I worked from home so that I could deal with Your Insulation Solutions. June had gone in to her office. Our doorbell rang about ten o'clock. I noticed a nondescript white car parked in our driveway, and I opened the door to a casually dressed young guy holding a tablet with a serious professional air about him. I explained my problem as he followed me into the house while he flicked through the tablet pointing out my best options. He walked through the entire house to get an idea of the quantity that we would need. We agreed on the requirements and the price and he produced a quote which he emailed to me as we spoke. I was impressed at the amount of paper he didn't need to use. "We can get it installed on Wednesday," he told me. "I'll see you then," I replied with gratitude. "Oh no," he smiled as he headed for my front door. "I just do the estimates. The installing team will be here on Wednesday to sort you out then." And he left. On Wednesday morning a white van appeared in my driveway while I was watering the front garden. A woman got out of the van and walked over to me with a smile on her face. She wore the mandatory hi-viz company top but I was relieved to see that she also wore full length matching hi-viz pants, not shorts. But nothing could hide her perky tits, large brown eyes and long dark hair. She walked up to me, close enough for me to smell whatever alluring scent she had on. "I'm April. With the insulation," she announced in a confident, professional manner, hoping to make eye contact with me, I guess, and drag my gaze away from her impressive bust. She was telling me that usually two workers came out to do the job, but Terry or Andy or someone had called in sick or something. I wasn't really listening. "I had a plumber who looked a bit like you in last week," I blurted. "She was a woman too," I added, feeling immediately stupid for saying it. I decided it was time to look into her big, brown eyes. She gave me a tired stare. "Well, we do make up fifty percent of the population," she reminded me with a tone that wondered why she had to keep reminding people of that. There should be a reckoning for that sort of lip, I thought to myself. Reminding myself too that I ought to be a little more cautious with her than with the plumber if she was going to get what she deserved. Maybe I should try to think a step or two ahead before inciting anything this time. She gave me a hopeful smile. "I should be able to get the job done by myself. It doesn't look very complicated." She realized that I was still staring at her. "If it's all right, I'll get on with what I'm here to do," she suggested. "Uh, yeah sure," I stammered, "this way," pointing foolishly to what was obviously the front door. I went to turn off the water at the tap, so I had the pleasure of following April into my house as she lugged in her ladder. That involved watching her ass swaying, clearly defined by her well-fitting pants. I could easily imagine what she would look like without the pants on. Of course I expected that would stay a fantasy, but after the plumber, who knows? As I was thinking about her in the nude April turned around with a wide, inviting smile. "You will keep me steady while I'm up the ladder, right?" she suggested. "If you're not busy?" I shrugged, trying on the nonchalance. "Health and safety and all that," I replied. "I wouldn't want you coming to any harm while you were working in my house. I'll just message my boss, that I'll be busy for a while." Funny that hadn't occurred to me before the watering. April looked at me, curiously. "I'm here because I'm working from home today," I explained to her. She smiled and I kept up the shrugging thing. I did what I had to do to keep the boss off my back. As April climbed the ladder I took up my position near her feeling initially that I was not going to be distracted by this undeniably attractive woman who was mercifully dressed from neck to ankles in appropriate working clothes. Given that her head and upper body was now above the level of the ceiling, I only had her legs and backside to worry about. The ladder seemed pretty well anchored to the floor, so I was able to study April's legs, concealed as they were. She seemed lithe yet muscular under her clothes. I convinced myself that any dream of confirming this would be unlikely. Nonetheless, my eyes strayed up her thighs to notice the pleasing ways that her ass widened and how for some reason, her pants had tightened into her crotch giving me a good indication of where her panties fitted underneath and how her bottom curved into her crotch. Yes, my mind was drifting around with thoughts about how April and I could be better using our time when June burst noisily into the kitchen. I heard a clanging type of noise in the roof and got back to my duty, calling up to make sure April was okay. I checked, she was still balanced on the ladder. "I've done the shopping," June announced loudly unaware yet of what she'd done. "Thought I'd come home for lunch." I grunted an acknowledgement at her while I concentrated on the descending April. Who stepped down on the floor rubbing the side of her head. June stared at her condescendingly. "Good to see he's not molesting you," she laughed. April treated that as a slur on both of us. "No, he's been a perfect gentleman," she replied. June was not bothering to read her at all. "That's not how he's been with the women he brings in here," she continued. April stepped towards June. "Are you insulting my professionalism?" I realized that with the three of us in it, the kitchen was not that large. "I was just saying," stammered June who started to wake up to the fact her usual haughtiness wasn't cutting it with this woman who stepped closer to make it clear who was the more powerful. I watched on. "Get on your knees," April ordered her. "What?" June demanded. "You heard me. Get on your knees." "What's going on," I interrupted. I decided to remind them both that I was there. April turned to me with a sharp look. "I'll deal with you in a moment." Then she looked back to June. "What are you still doing standing there like that?" she demanded. April was now quite threatening. She strode over and placed her hands on my wife's shoulders forcing her to the floor. With her arms still on my wife's shoulders, April turned to me. "You just watch. I suspect that you may find this interesting." I shrugged, having no idea what was going on. April turned back to her quarry. "When you've licked my boots, we'll decide what to do with you." June stared back at her tormentor who just pushed her down further. Defeated, June stuck out her tongue and made a show of licking the toe of each of April's boots lightly once. April nodded. "That will do for the time being," she decided. "But I want you to behave yourself until I've finished the job I came here to do." She looked at me. I looked at her. "The insulation," she reminded me. "Oh yeah," I replied weakly. "Yes," April agreed. She lifted June up by the shoulders and plunked her down on the other kitchen chair. Faster than I expected she grabbed a rope from her workbag and tied June to the chair. With her hands tied behind her and her legs free, there was no way that June would get up or away. She could drag herself around on the chair. But she seemed resigned to her restraint. April stood in front of my wife with her arms crossed, thinking. "Let's make this more interesting" April decided and tugged my wife's shorts down around her ankles. She then opened June's blouse and tipped her tits out of her bra giving each of them a necessary pinch to June's disgust. She stood back to admire her work. "I think that will do for the time being," she concluded. "At least until I've finished what I am here for." And she nodded at me to hold the ladder steady as she went back up. June slammed the chair into the floor to attract my attention. I turned to see what she wanted. For some reason April had not gagged her. "Aren't you going to do something?" she demanded. I turned my back to June. "I'm going to hold the ladder steady," I told my wife. And I demonstrated how. April climbed down to collect some more of the insulation and patted me on the shoulder. "You'll get a reward for that," she smiled at me. June blurted something. With her hands tied, her bared tits wobbling while she gesticulated and her shorts around her ankles, she didn't seem to have much influence on events. I looked her in the eyes and shrugged as April went back into the roof. She was soon finished and we were finally insulated. To be continued in part 2. Based on posts by Mr Still [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrStill/works], in 3 parts; for Literotica.

The Shagging Centaur Inn

THE SHAGGING CENTAUR INN A MATURE TAVERN OWNER CHARMS A WANDERING MINSTREL. Based on a post by LindseyLuv [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LindseyLuv/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/TheShaggingCentaurInn.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/TheShaggingCentaurInn.jpg] SERVICING A SERVICEMAN. Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the homeland free of marauders, and colonizers. And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke, than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees. After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman. Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came. Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually threatened to pour out of the low d colletage. Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage. She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage. They pressed hard  outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night. The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her, or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off, just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs. It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady. Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop, Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to get cock-greedy. REMINISCING WITH THE DWARF. Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already. In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling as well. Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves, happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields. That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room, to the traveler holding over til the morrow. Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself. Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face walking through the door, heading towards the bar. "Afternoon Brungard" Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt. Julia turned to grab a tankard. "Same as always?" The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always." Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down in front of her old friend. "Good day?" The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too bad." "How's the apprentice?" Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep reminding him." Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her arm. "That bad, huh?" "Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by. I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as Julia chuckled. "Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The pair shared another chuckle. "Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven ranger. And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite. Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal consort. Lucky bastard, she thought. She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter. "Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again." The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern. "Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed along with her old friend. "Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some of us are only human." "Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?" "No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots. Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on, and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together, in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell, once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone else in between! Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions. "What about you? Any news?" The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled. "Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down, exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it." The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then pissing it away on drinks and hookers." Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?" "No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink, with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up from his stool and straightened his belt. "Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia smiled. "A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow." "See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again. A MINSTREL S VISIT. As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize. Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips. Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned. He was a minstrel. Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile and lent an arm casually on the polished wood. "Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well, whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag over her shoulder and lent in close. "Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do you prefer; strong, or sweet?" The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you suggest will satisfy me perfectly." Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel, filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance. Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the change, as a symbol of my gratitude." Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it up for the young man to see. "I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a little short." Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise." With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such 'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else, now would we?" Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes, quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from his cup and smiled. "Divine, just like the woman who served it." "You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm smile; her eyes locked onto his. "I should hope so."  The minstrel winked. Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician, storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service." Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darius." Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you, madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons. "May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment planned for the evening patrons?"  Julia shook her head. "Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs? I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their sating drinks." Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down, every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend serving?" Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?" Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant." The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me a thing or two; later this evening?" "Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse. Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar. The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the room. As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours before closing. She hoped she could wait that long. As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink. Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her 19th birthday. Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had to Julia. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards his heart. "I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will, kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday. Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is  a very special day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face the patrons and gestured her to take her seat. He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes, and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her blushing face in her hands. Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off. She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her friends had arrived in some small town, made their way to the local tavern with whatever gold they still had, and set about making a nuisance of themselves. It'd start off harmlessly enough, but before long there she'd be, harpsichord in hand, singing some bawdy song while eyeing up every guy in the crowd, looking for the right one to carry her off upstairs for a night of wild passion. She smirked to herself. Those were the days. As she watched the attractive young man begin to pluck out the first notes of his song, she couldn't help but stare, resting against the bar as he began to sing. His voice was sweet and fair, and carried a tone she recognized immediately. She cocked an eyebrow and listened intently as he got into the swing of the song. All around her, the tavern patrons stopped what they were doing, and turned towards Emilio, lowering their drinks and listening as he started to weave an epic tale, his beautiful voice carrying across the room with a clarity and passion few had heard before. Soon, everyone in the tavern was enthralled by his performance. Standing alone, lute in hand, the minstrel seemed to glow faintly, as his music enraptured the attention of even the most dyspeptic drinkers. To anyone watching, the young man might have seemed like a god, the most amazing musician they'd ever heard, but Julia knew better. Deep in the tremor of his voice, she recognized a power she hadn't heard in a long time. Emilio was casting a spell. A spell that would make his audience even more susceptible to his charms. Deep within the music he played, the minstrel had woven a subtle enchantment; so tiny, no-one would notice unless they knew what to listen for. But Julia knew. She knew because she'd used the same spell, countless times. Leaning further against the bar, she smiled in amusement as the minstrel plucked the strings of his instrument, his adoring audience none the wiser to the magic they were under. He was good, she had to admit, but not as good as her. Coming to the end of the song, the young man gave a short half-bow, as his audience burst out into applause. Drinking in the attention for a moment, he stood back up straight, moving his hands back to his instrument and beginning a new song. Julia, amused, turned her attention back to her bar. Well, might as well take the opportunity to tidy up a bit while all her patrons were distracted with Emilio's melodic voice. Grabbing her rag, she went back to cleaning, making sure to check over her shoulder every once in a while, to make sure everything was alright. Well, partly to make sure everything was alright. Sure, she wasn't under the effects of his spell, but that didn't mean Emilio wasn't an incredibly talented musician, and as she worked, his song in the background, Julia couldn't help but think about how nice it'd be to have someone here full time. Looking over at him, admiring his handsome face as he joyfully strummed his instrument, she wondered if he'd accept. Probably not. After all, it didn't really seem his style, as a, what did he call himself, a 'wanderer down life's great highway'? The barmaid chuckled to herself. Looking up again, for just a second she saw Emilio staring at her. He caught her eye, just for an instant, before turning back to his adoring crowd, a look of surprise on his face. Julia chuckled again. He probably didn't get many people resisting his enchantments. She went back to cleaning the bar and enjoyed the rest of his performance. THE ENCHANTMENT. As his last song came to an end, the minstrel thanked everyone for listening. "Remember, life is always better with a song!" Bowing low, one arm extended, Emilio slung his instrument back over his shoulder, and amid the raucous applause of the gathered townsfolk, took his felt hat and made his way to the bar. Julia smirked as she saw the table of village girls swooning in the background. She shook her head. They had no idea. Approaching the landlady, Emilio lent forward against the polished wood of the counter, breathing heavily but smiling wide. "Out of breath?" "Only a little" the minstrel replied. "It's been a while since I've had such a responsive crowd." He turned back towards the room, before looking up at Julia. "You don't often get musicians wandering in, do you?" Julia shook her head. "No, not as often as I'd like. Especially not ones with such, stage presence." Emilio laughed at her choice of words. "I see. Well, I am often complimented on my; presence." He flashed Julia a half smile. "I dare say, the girls on that table seemed particularly enthralled." "Oh, I'm sure they were. A handsome man like you? You're bound to cause a stir wherever you go. I ll probably need to wipe their chairs dry." Julia shifted her body weight forward, pushing her chest out a little more, as she lent on the bar. "Well, I'd hate to cause too much of a stir. Pretty girls can get a man thrown out of town." Julia smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let anyone throw you out. I'm sure I could find somewhere around here to hide you." Emilio raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Hide me?" "Why yes. We've got plenty of quiet, secluded rooms, here at the Centaur. Places no-one would catch us. You'd be quite safe there." "Really? And where might these places be." The minstrel's mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, as he gently stroked his pointed beard. In response, Julie giggled teasingly. "Oh, I can't tell you that out here. Then they wouldn't be hidden, would they? "Well, perhaps you could show me, then?" The two grinned at each other across the bar, eyes sparkling as they flirted. Breaking the tension, Julia stood up again, stepping back from the bar. "Later, darling. I still have a tavern to run. And you have several patrons behind you, wishing a word or gratuity. You don t dare ignore them further." Turning away, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, as she made her way towards the stockroom. "I'm just going to grab some clean cups. Don't go anywhere now." With a wink, she disappeared through the doorway, leaving Emilio sat at the bar. As soon as the door closed, she started grinning like a lunatic. Oh, he was good, he was very good. She couldn't wait to see what other talents the young man had. She chuckled to herself. Gods above, she wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer. If she didn't get him upstairs, and between her legs soon, she might explode. Grabbing the cups, she returned to the main room, stacking them under the counter with a smile. Popping back up, she saw Emilio, still sat smugly at the end of the bar, with a full tankard, and a heavier felt hat. "You were right, my dear, you really shouldn't leave the bar unattended." Julia gave him a look of mock annoyance. In response, he chuckled, and took a sip from his tankard, only to splutter in confusion. Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see a laughing Julia. "You're absolutely right, otherwise someone might decide to drink a cup of vinegar." A look of confusion crossed the minstrel's face as he looked down at his tankard, before a thin smile spread across his lips. Nodding his head slowly, he put the glass down. "I see, very clever. Tell me, do you often play tricks on your patrons?" Julia smirked. "Only the ones who steal from the bar." Reaching out, she ran her hand over his drink, dispelling the illusion she'd cast on it. "Besides, do you often cast enchantments on your audiences?" Now it was the young man's turn to smirk. "Only the ones I like." Taking the tankard, he was careful to sniff it this time before taking a drink. "I have to say, I was very impressed when I saw you looking away. You must be a very talented spell caster." "What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents." Julia gently ran her fingers across the back of Emilio's hand. "And what might those talents be?" Leaning in, the barmaid whispered into his ear. "Why don't you come upstairs and I'll show you?" Emilio's smile grew even wider, and as he finished his drink, he stood up, and made his way around the bar, offering her his hand. She took it gracefully. "Lead the way". CHARMERS AND SEDUCERS. Crashing through the door to Julia's bedroom, the two minstrels already had their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Barely remembering to close the door behind them, Julia giggled as Emilio pushed her up against the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist in a sensual embrace, tilting his head as he leant forward to kiss her. She kissed back, opening her mouth to let in his tongue. Pulling him close, the barmaid began to grind her hips sensually against the minstrel's crotch, while their tongues danced in an intense tongue kiss, each doing their best to show off their dexterity. Breaking away for a moment, Emilio pulled back to admire her, his eyes glancing across her face with obvious desire. Julia bit her lip seductively, meeting his gaze with a look of playful attraction. Without a word, the minstrel lunged forward again, and Julia shut her eyes as she felt his mouth connect with hers. She had to admit, she was extremely impressed. The way his tongue slide so smoothly across her own, she knew Emilio wasn't new to this. But then again, neither was she. Running her fingers across the back of his neck, she let out a soft mewl, before gently biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back just enough to make him gasp with arousal. She could clearly feel the bulge in his trousers, pressed tight against her own aching sex, and hoped it really was as big as it felt. Still kissing her intensely, she felt Emilio's hands starting to move up and down her sides, caressing her through her clothing. She shivered in anticipation as his hands found the waistband of her long skirt, and for a moment she thought he would slip his hands inside, but instead she felt him move up higher again. Soon, he had her face cupped in his hands, and as he pulled away from her, lips still locked to hers, she decided it was time to move things forward. Grabbing the front of his tunic, she deftly undid the ties, pulling it off him as he shrugged it past his shoulders. Moving his hands down her body once again, Julie felt him tug at the laced bow of her underbust. In a similarly dexterous display, he untied it and helped her slip the constraining bodice off. The two giggled playfully between kisses as they undressed each other, running their hands across each other's bodies as layer by layer their clothes fell away. Breaking the kiss, Julia tugged at the fabric of Emilio's shirt, practically tearing it off him as he revealed his lean, muscular chest. Running her hands across his abs, she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips. He smirked down at her, a similar look in his eyes. "Do you like what you see?" Julia giggled and kissed his chest. "Not as much as I like what I feel." Sliding her hand down his torso. Emilio gasped in surprise as Julia gripped the bulge in his trousers with her hand. She grinned up at him, before letting go and slipping her own thin white blouse off, freeing her plump, pendulous tits for him to see. A look of hunger flashed across his face, and before she knew it his hands were back on her, kneading and caressing her erect nipples, his mouth on her neck, kissing and biting playfully up to her ear as she sighed and chuckled with pleasure. Soon, she felt his mouth moving lower, down her shoulder to her chest, taking her long thick nipple into his mouth. Julia gasped, resting her head back against the wall, as Emilio's tongue circled her tender tit. Ok, he was Really good. Curling her fingers through his hair, she continued to sigh and coo as the young man sucked and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, his other hand cupping her other tit, his thumb rolling and pinching her other nipple, intimately. Breaking away from her chest, Emilio smiled as he heard Julia groan in frustration. She'd been enjoying that, but as the minstrel pulled her close to him again, she knew this was only the beginning. A smug look on his face, her lover lent in close, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?" Julia chuckled. "Maybe; I have to admit, you do have quite a skilled mouth. And not just for singing." Emilio's face only looked smugger. "Well, what can I say. I've been told I have something of a silver tongue." Holding up his hand, the minstrel gently rolled his fingers, and as he did, the lamps in the room slowly dimmed. "Just to make things a little more atmospheric" Julia couldn't help but laugh. "Much better, thank you. Although, if I might make a suggestion; Mimicking Emilio's motions, Julia held up her own hand, and as she gently wove her fingers through the air, from nowhere the faint sound of a harpsichord began to play, filling the room with a soft, romantic song that made Emilio chuckle. "I've found everything is better with music." In a sudden burst of energy, Julia spun her lover around, until he was the one with his back to the wall. The two topless enchanting lovers exchanged places. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered. "My turn" Sinking to her knees, she felt Emilio's hand slide across the back of her head as she hummed along to the music. Quickly, her hands found the drawstring of his trousers, and with a flourish she untied them, pulling down on the fabric to his knees, and freeing the minstrel's cock, which sprung forth eagerly. She grinned. It Was as big as it had felt! Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke it; smiling as Emilio let out a low moan of pleasure. Encouraged by his groans, she leant in and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth and taking his erection inside. Julia was no stranger to giving head, and as she felt Emilio's grip tighten, she smiled. Running her tongue around the head, she savored the feeling of him, in her mouth. She explored every inch she could, her hand still clasped around the base, keeping him still as she went down on him. Feeling the slight twinge of his hips, eager to feel the rest of his shaft inside her hot mouth, Julia made sure to take her time, teasing the minstrel for as long as she could; before starting to move. Looking up from his crotch, her eyes met Emilio's, looking down at her constricting lips around the head of his considerable phallus, her two hard nipples rubbing against his spread thighs; with a burning passion. He was still smiling, but she saw a desperation on his face, and felt a swell of pride course through her. She loved making them wait. Still looking up, she began to bob her head backwards and forwards, causing the man to groan out in arousal. With each movement, she took more of his cock, her tongue stroking his underside, until she had about two-thirds of his length in her mouth. Stroking the base with her hand, she rested the other on her thigh for support. She felt Emilio's hand stroking across the back of her head gently, and with each new movement she heard a new noise of pleasure come from her lover. Julia was in her element. On her knees, she knew exactly what to do to please the young man in front of her. Wrapping her tongue around him, she teased and tortured him, sucking his cock with skill and dexterity, until she felt his hips rocking even more impatiently. Moving her hands around, to the back of his thighs, she held on to him tightly as she forced her head forwards, taking him even faster and deeper than before. The minstrel groaned, and as Julia relaxed her throat to take him deeper, she knew he'd never had a woman as experienced as her before. Before much longer, she felt his fingers grip her hair, and gently pull her head backwards, clearly signaling her to stop. Pulling away from his cock, making sure to make a loud smacking noise, as her lips left his shaft, Julia hummed amusedly up at him. "Having fun up there?" The young man could barely respond, only chuckling in surprise and pleasure. Julia giggled. "I can keep going if you want? Or would you rather move on?" "Do you like the taste of my cock that much?" Julia shrugged. "Well, I can't say it's the best one I've sucked today, but it's certainly a close second." She shot him a mischievous look. The man looked down at her, open mouth curling up into a smile. "I think it's time we got you out of that skirt." In a sudden flurry, Julia let out a loud giggle as she felt her lover lean down, hook his arms under her shoulder, and throw her up onto the high bed mattress. Wriggling back to make herself comfortable, she watched as he rolled her over and grabbed the tie of her skirt, roughly pulling it all down and away from her, to reveal her glistening, aching pussy. She could already feel how wet she was, and as Emilio looked down at her, a mischievous eyebrow raised. She did her best to cross her legs, covering herself. "Is something funny, sir?" Kicking his boots and pants off, he assured her; "Oh, not at all. I'm just wondering what sort of respectable landlady goes around without any petticoat on under her skirt. Perhaps you knew I'd be coming?" Julia leant forward, propping herself up on her arms. "Or perhaps I'm just a naughty little slut who enjoys seducing selected men who come into my tavern?" "Are you now? How very scandalous. What would your patrons say if they knew that?" Julia nodded. "Oh you're right, I've been such a bad girl." With a smile, she opened her legs. "I deserve to be punished." "Oh, I have a much better idea than that." He smirked. Reaching out, Emilio grabbed both of Julia's legs, pulling her down the bed towards him as she let out another playful giggle. Looking down, she watched her lover sink to his knees, her legs resting over his shoulders as he moved between her legs. Julia let out a sudden gasp, followed by a low moan, as she felt Emilio's long tongue slide between her nether lips. Letting her head fall back, she moved her hands to her tits, pinching and caressing them as her lover went down on her, his skilled mouth kissing and licking her sex. She groaned and cooed as his tongue slipped across her labia, the tip flicking rapidly across her clitoris making her squeal, as he pleasured her the way she had for him. Writhing in ecstasy, Julia closed her eyes, letting her body relax as Emilio's skillful tongue worked its way across her aching pussy. Underneath her, she could feel the bedsheets getting damp with her juices, and as Emilio sped up his pace, his tongue flicking quickly across her burning clit, she couldn't help but moan out, loud and long. It felt incredible. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and as her lover continued to pleasure her, Julia found herself wishing he'd never leave. She'd had so many men over the years, along with few women as well, and not a single one of them had been able to pleasure her as eagerly and skillfully as the young minstrel between her legs. She grinned. Maybe she was in love. Opening her eyes again, Julia was just in time to see Emilio looking up at her, mouth still pressed to her pussy. With a groan, she felt his fingers trace their way across her inner thighs, forwards and back, as his tongue circled her soaking entrance. Gently, he pushed the tip in, and the barmaid mewled in arousal. Gently, she moved one of her hands from her tit to the back of his head, encouraging him as he pleasured her with his mouth. Slowly, she felt his fingers move closer to her pelvis, before sliding up to her hips. His grip was firm, and as his hands moved across her skin, Julia couldn't help but quiver with excitement. Deep inside her, she could feel something building, and as she groaned and gasped and ground her hips against her lover's face, she urged herself on towards climax. Resting her head back, she kept her eyes shut, feeling her whole body glowing with arousal, as Emilio's tongue pushed her towards her orgasm. Suddenly, the fingers she'd felt tracing across her skin slipped down across her labia, past the tongue dutifully licking across her clit, and hovering at her entrance. Sliding two of them inside, Emilio's mouth didn't stop, and as he began to finger her, still eating her out, Julia came hard. Feeling her body begin to spasm, Julia let out a loud, long squeal, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach muscles convulsed. Still between her legs, Emilio didn't slow down, his fingers and tongue pushing the barmaid into an even deeper climax. Gripping his hair tight, Julia ground her hips involuntarily, her whole body wrapped in the throes of a colossal climax. When she finally came down, she could hear laughter. Looking down, her cheeks burning red with arousal, she saw Emilio's grinning face staring up at her. "Could you let go of my hair please?" Falling back with a chuckle, Julia released her grip on the young man's thick hair, sighing contentedly as she felt him stand back up. Suddenly, she felt a pressure at her entrance, and let out a gasp as Emilio's cock slipped inside her, pushing between her slick lips with ease. Wasting no time, the young man began to thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper into her in slow, rhythmic movements. Julia moaned happily. Gods, this felt amazing. Looking up at him as he knelt on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs as he thrust in and out of her, she gave him a playful grin and went back to kneading her own tits. Between her legs, Emilio looked down at the naked tavern maid with a mix of lust and amusement. Taking a firmer grip of her legs, he lifted them up, resting her ankles against his shoulders as he started pounding into her harder and faster than before. The sudden change of angle made Julia cry out in shock, but the sound soon faded to her usual excited giggling, mixed with the moans and coos of pleasure. Holding his hands on her waist, the young man held her in place as he made love to her, as passionately as he could; and as he thrust his cock in and out, his hips pulling up as he slipped inside, Julia couldn't help but think about how amazing it felt to meet someone as skilled as she was. Pulling her hips in to meet his thrusts, she gently ground herself from side to side, forcing her lover's penis to reach even further inside her, stimulating her walls and making her squeal out in arousal. It wasn't long before she felt herself on the edge again; and as she came, she felt Emilio push even deeper and harder than before. Throwing her head back, she squealed out another long scream of ecstasy, before her body began to spasm again. By the time the waves of pleasure had stopped cascading through her body, she looked up to see Emilio chuckling, his movements much slower and shallower now. "You know, I'm getting a little tired back here" With a chuckle of her own, Julia sat up and reached out and gently pulled on Emilio's neck. Falling down beside her, the minstrel smiled at her from the sheets, as she climbed up onto him. Taking his cock back in her hands, she gave him a smirk before opening her mouth, and bobbing her head down on him once more. It didn't take long for the minstrel to reach his limit, especially with Julia's skilled mouth working along his shaft. And with a sudden groan, he began to cum. Julia made sure not to let up, and as the first jet of salty-sweet semen blasted out, into her mouth, she redoubled her efforts. Before long, Emilio was gasping and groaning, pushing against her forehead, as she continued to suck long after his cock had stopped twitching. Lifting her head up and popping off him, Julia gave him a playful smile, before swallowing his load with an audible gulp. She grinned down at him, his softening cock still held, tilting over in her hand. "I take it back. Definitely, the best tasting cock I've had, today. The minstrel could only chuckle in response, still gasping, recovering from his orgasm. Shuffling back up the bed, Julia lay her head down on the pillows, patting the mattress next to her. Still red-faced, Emilio smiled and rolled over. Climbing up next to her, he pulled the covers up over the two of them, as Julia lay, her head on his chest, humming in contentment. Wrapping his arm around her, the minstrel chuckled. "Usually there's a charge, to rent a room for the night." Julia smirked. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can work something out." Under the sheets, she gave his cock a squeeze, and held it, rubbing her thumb over the head. Before long she felt it starting to get hard again. "If you thought I'd be satisfied after just one round; Julia let her sentence trail off with a seductive flourish of her eyebrows. In response, Emilio lent down, and kissed her passionately. "Oh, don't worry, my darling; I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied; Based on a post by LindseyLuv [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LindseyLuv/works], for Literotica.

A Long Awaited Package

A LONG AWAITED PACKAGE A LONELY WOMAN ENJOYS HER POSTMAN. Based on a post by LindseyLuv [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LindseyLuv/works]. Listen to the Postman [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/ALongAwaitedPackage.mp3] in Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/ALongAwaitedPackage.jpg] Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Just like every day. She sighed. At least it paid the rent. At 48 years old, she s begun to think her chances of finding a mate were slipping away. Her body still has great curves, even if the portions are now more bountiful. Her face was always alluring, but she s not been smiling as much, lately. Soon enough, Samantha's alarm clock went off again, breaking her out of her sleepy haze. Rolling her legs off the side of her bed into her warm slippers, she stood up with a yawn, and headed downstairs to make herself breakfast. Sat at the small dining table of her flat's modest kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, she couldn't help but stare off into the distance. Checking the clock, she felt a sudden familiar rush of excitement. It was nearly eight. Tapping her foot, she waited eagerly for the one thing that invariably brightened her day. Rudy. Almost on cue, she heard the doorbell ring, and practically leapt to her feet. After adjusting her dressing gown to make sure she was decent, she quickly made her way to the front door. Through the glass she could see a familiar silhouette standing on her porch, a large bag slung over his broad shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly adjusting her hair, she reached out her and opened the door. "Hi" Sam said with a warm continence. "Good morning. Parcel for you, Miss Foster. I assume it s for you? It says S Foster. Is there any other S foster at this address?" Sadly, I ve lived alone for several years. My late husband suffered health issues, and passed away 5 years ago. Ah, that s difficult to get past, isn t it, Miss Foster? You know; Jenny and I, she s my 17 year old daughter; We lost my dear Caroline, 16 years ago. Jenny still has emotional issues with me moving on; you know? Going on dates, and such. Oh, Rudy, you re raising a daughter by yourself? You re a brave and devoted parent. Is she still in high school? Graduating this spring! She might be valedictorian, if she keeps up her grades. Heading off to state university next fall on a nursing scholarship. But that s when I hope to move on to what s next for me. Samantha smiled. In front of her stood a tall, handsome man, wearing a postman's uniform. His hair was a dusty blonde color, shaved short at the sides, and his eyes shone the deep blue of the ocean at night. Beneath his clothes, his muscular build was evident, and as he spoke the warm smile on his lips and the light stubble decorating his sharp jawline made her heart flutter. Rudy handed her the letters, and the parcel. Reaching out, she took the parcel from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did, causing them both to laugh awkwardly. She looked up at him. "Oh, thank you, Rudy. Smiling, he tipped his hat and said; I better keep moving. Rain showers are expected every afternoon this week. Good day, Miss Foster. It s been really nice to visit. "Same time tomorrow?" "Same time tomorrow. 8AM sharp. As long as I have a package to deliver, of course." They both chuckled, and as he made his way back down the garden path, Samantha couldn't help but sigh, as she watched him go. Closing the door, she made her way back into the kitchen, putting the parcel down on the table, and returning to her breakfast. Quickly finishing her toast, she left the water boiling to make her way upstairs to the bathroom. Letting her dressing gown fall around her feet, Samantha stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. As the warm water began to cascade down her body, she let out a long, content sigh. Few things in life felt as good as a warm shower. Closing her eyes, she just stood there for a while, letting the water run down her naked body, across her shoulders, between her tits, down her thighs to her feet. Once again, she thought about the day ahead of her, and grimaced. God, she needed a break. She'd been working in the same office for almost five years now, with no promotion and barely a pay rise. It wasn't a bad job by any means, but after a while the monotony had begun to wear on her soul. What she needed was an escape, something new and exciting to revitalize her. Perhaps a holiday, she thought, reaching for the strawberry and coconut shower gel to her right. Somewhere exciting, and exotic, like India or South America. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just go spontaneously, book a week off work and head to the airport, jump on the first flight she could and see where the universe took her. She laughed. As she began to lather herself with soap, her thoughts wandered once again, back to the handsome postman who came to her door every day. She thought about his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled when she asked if she'd see him again tomorrow. Her hands moved across her stomach, and she couldn't help but think of the way his hands brushed against hers, the tenderness with which he handed her post to her. She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as her imagination took her further, to the tightness of his shirt, stretched across his muscular chest, and sharp cut of his jaw. Her hands began to drift further down, across her thighs as she began to picture him shirtless, his strong arms wrapped around her, his own hands on her body, caressing her, holding her tight against him as he kissed her neck from behind. She let out a soft gasp as her fingertips traced higher along her legs, getting closer and closer to her privates as her thoughts grew steamier by the second. Barely inches from herself, she imagined him pushing her down gently onto the bed, climbing on top of her from behind, his mouth on her ear... Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. She still had to be at work in half an hour. Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry herself as she quickly made her way to her bedroom to get dressed. Leaving the house, locking the door behind her, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy at leaving her fantasy behind as well. Sitting in the morning traffic, her brain a mess of emotions, she tried not to think about it, and to focus on the day ahead instead. She'd always been a model employee, reliable and good at her work, but lately she'd been falling behind, and she couldn't afford to have another unproductive day. But later, sat alone in her cubicle, she found it increasingly hard to focus on her work. Every time she tried to work on a report, she's just end up staring at the screen, reading the same sentences, over and over, unable to think of anything but the man who came to her door every day. By the time her lunch break had rolled around, she'd barely done any work at all. Grabbing her coat, she made her way towards the staircase, heading out to the cafe down the road, where she usually got her sandwiches. Stepping through the door to her concrete office building and out onto the windy street, she turned her collar up to the cold. As she started to walk, she could feel the familiar melancholy feeling rising again. Here she was, on her way to the same sandwich shop she visited every day, to get the same thing for lunch, before heading back to the same building to do the same boring job. Every single day. She wanted to scream. She needed to escape, find something to break up the monotony of her life, even for just a moment. A string of failed relationships had seen her throw herself into her work, but now she couldn't stand the idea of doing this for the rest of her life. She needed something to spice things up, something wild and spontaneous, to bring the spring back to her step. An idea quickly flashed across her mind, but she dismissed it as fantasy. But then, suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why did it just have to be a fantasy? Why couldn't she make it a reality? What was stopping her? She nodded to herself. She'd made up her mind. Nothing was going to change if she didn't force it to. She needed to break out, live her life the way she wanted to. And she knew exactly what she was going to do first. Hurrying to the cafe, she made her order, choosing the first thing she saw on the menu. She gave the girl behind the counter her money, and made her way back to the office, eating as she went. She began to plan exactly what she was going to do, how best to put her plan into motion. By the time she arrived back at her cubicle her mind was set. She sat down, turning her computer back on, and went back to trying to work, her mind a whirlwind of excitement. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, shaking slightly as her heart pounded in anticipation. It didn't take long to make up for the slow morning, and by the time the clock chimed five, Samantha was reasonably pleased with the work she'd accomplished. Grabbing her coat again, she made her way towards her boss's office. As she rapped her knuckles against the door, she heard a gruff voice from within. "Yes, come in." Opening the door, she saw the director of her company closing up his laptop and putting it away into his bag. "Ah, Samantha, how can I help?" "Hi, Mr. Bergstein, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to let you know I might be a bit late to work tomorrow." Her boss raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow? You've left it awfully late to tell me. What's going on?" Samantha felt her heart leap into her throat. "Something's come up at home, and I just need to take care of it tomorrow morning. I'll be in by ten, don't worry." Mr. Bergstein gave a slight chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't, as long as you're happy to stay late to make up for it?" Samantha grinned. That was easier than expected. "Of course, sir! See you tomorrow!" "Goodbye, Miss Foster." Closing the door to the office, Samantha felt giddy. Grabbing her coat and bag, she hurried outside to her car, throwing open the door and climbing inside. The ride home was a blur, she struggled to focus on the road as a mixture of emotions shot through her brain. By the time she got home she was positively ecstatic. That evening was one of the hardest of Samantha's life. She sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv, trying to ignore the anticipation hovering in her gut. Soon enough, it was time for bed, and as she climbed under the sheets, her satin nightgown smooth against her skin, she hoped she'd fall asleep quickly. After tossing and turning for close to an hour, she finally managed to overcome the butterflies in her stomach that kept her from sleep. The next morning, when her alarm clocked beeped out its familiar chime, it took no time at all for Samantha to wake up. Practically leaping out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. It was earlier than usual, she wanted to give herself a bit of extra time just to make sure everything was perfect. Shedding her nightie, she climbed eagerly into the warm water of the shower, closing her eyes as her body relaxed under the steady stream. She didn't let her mind wander today, her thoughts too focused on her plan. Grabbing the shower gel, she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, before returning the bottle to its shelf and reaching for her razor. By the time she'd finished, her legs were as smooth as silk, not too speak for her underarms or her privates. Turning off the water, she quickly dried herself with a towel from the rack, and headed back towards her bedroom. Sitting herself down, still wrapped in her towel, she began to fix her make-up. She wanted to look her best, after all. She tried to keep it modest, but sexy; mascara, eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, before blowing a playful kiss to her reflection. Shedding the towel, she opened her closet. Time for the hardest choice. Rifling through her lingerie draw, she finally settled on an outfit; a black and red lace bra with matching panties, sheer black stockings, suspenders, and a black garter belt. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. She looked stunning. Quickly making the bed, she made her way towards the stairs, just in time for the doorbell to ring, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation throughout her entire body. Trying to keep her nerves under control, Samantha made her way towards the door. Through the glass she could see Rudy's silhouette, and her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Reaching out a quivering hand, she grasped the door handle, and opened it. "Good morning, Miss.. oh." Samantha stood there for a moment, catching her breath as Rudy looked her up and down. The way his eyes moved across her body told her everything she needed to know about his reaction. The bulge quickly forming in his trousers did the rest. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "Should I come in?" His words gave her all the courage she needed. Breaking into a mischievous smile Samantha reached out and grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling him excitedly into the entrance hall, slamming the door shut behind him. Now pressed tightly together between the narrow walls of the hallway, she pulled his face down to hers, launching the two of them into a passionate kiss. As their lips touched, Samantha felt her heart beating as loud as drum, amazed and excited by Rudy's willingness. She let her mouth open, and he followed suit, allowing her tongue into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. Samantha was in heaven. She could barely believe this was really happening, that she had the man, the object of all her carnal desires, here in her arms. As they kissed, tongues dancing passionately, she felt Rudy's hands slip from his bag to her waist, holding her bare sides firmly, drawing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed tight, and she could feel his own fast heartbeat pounding in time with her own. Closing her eyes tight, she let go of his collar, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, cupping one side of his face as she did. The rough texture of his stubble made her shiver, and in response she felt his hands beginning to roam. Slowly at first, just his thumbs rubbing in rhythmic circles, teasing her, before beginning to move his whole hands up and down her sides, his firm grip sending shivers throughout her body. As he began tracing a sensual pattern across her bare skin, she broke the kiss to let out a short breathy gasp of arousal. Taking his opportunity, Rudy lent forward, his mouth next to her ear, and began to speak softly to her as his hands continued to explore her body. "How long have you been planning this?" Samantha could barely respond. "Only since yesterday. But I've wanted you for so much longer." Rudy smiled. "I've wanted you too." Samantha opened her eyes, her face inches from the handsome man holding her in his arms, the man she'd secretly pined over for months, and couldn't stop herself kissing him once more. The two stood in the hallway, lips pressed tightly together, kissing passionately as Rudy's hands moved across Samantha's body, from her sides to her back, down to her ass. Soon, after what felt to her like a blissful eternity, Samantha grasped his collar once again, breaking the kiss to give him another mischievous smile. "Come on" she said, escaping from his embrace to drag him towards the stairs, up to her bedroom. They'd barely made it through the door before she had him on his back, sprawled out on her bed as she stood over him, body pink and flushed with arousal. Heart pounding, she took a step forward, gently dropping to her knees as she crawled towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at his face, also flushed, and began to slowly unzip his fly. She took her time, making sure to draw the act out for as long as possible, before gently tugging the heavy fabric down to his knees. Samantha looked back down, at the large bulge now facing her, covered only by the thin cotton of Rudy's boxers. With trembling fingers, she worked her way along the waistline, making sure to watch his face as she did, reveling in the excited frustration he showed at her teasing. Finally, she pulled down the fabric, allowing his erection to spring forth. Samantha gasped. Barely inches from her face stood Rudy's cock, hard and pulsing before her. It was larger than she'd expected, and as she stared she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering harder than ever before. Slowly, trying hard to keep her nervous hands steady, Samantha curled her fingers around the shaft, being careful not to lose sight of Rudy's face. The postman let out a low groan as he finally felt her soft hands on his cock. Filled with a new confidence, Samantha began to stroke. Starting slow, she soon found a comfortable rhythm, and before long had Rudy groaning as she worked his shaft with her hands. She stared up at him, admiring her skills. It had been a while since she'd had someone to use them on. Leaning forward, eyes still locked on his, she planted a soft kiss at his base, causing the cock in her hand to jump. Letting out a satisfied giggle, she began to work her mouth along the side of his shaft, kissing as she went, until she reached the head of his cock. For a moment she hovered, staring in amusement at the purple head before her, before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Immediately Rudy let out a moan, followed by a breathy exhale as Samantha adjusted to the size of his cock. Gently, she ran her tongue around the head, sensually exploring every inch with glee. His cock tasted divine, and Samantha couldn't get enough. With care, she ran her tongue across the tip, savoring the salty sweet taste of precum while Rudy shivered beneath her. Closing her eyes, she decided it was time to go further. Keeping hold of the base with one hand, she began to bob her head, relaxing as she took the first few inches inside. It felt hot in her mouth, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushing with excitement. Slowly moving up and down, she tried to draw out each rise as much as she could, forcing him to wait for each new stroke, before deciding again, each time taking him almost half way into her mouth before coming back up again. Samantha felt amazing. Looking up at his face, eyes shut and mouth open in a mask of pleasure, she knew how much pleasure she was giving him with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride. Here she was, on her knees, going down on the man she'd lusted after for so long. And there he lay, moaning as she sucked him off. She'd never felt so sexy. Returning to the cock in her mouth, she began moving with renewed vigor, speeding up her strokes as she began to work the shaft with her hand as well. Moving in tandem with her fingers, she bobbed her mouth up and down vigorously, in turn making Rudy groan audibly with pleasure. Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she looked up at him again, eyes burning with lust as her hand worked tirelessly up and down his rigid cock. He looked down at her, a look of desperation hovering on his face, making her smile with barely concealed delight. Barely missing a beat, she dropped her head once more, taking his erection back into her mouth. With each stroke, Samantha could feel herself growing more and more aroused, a burning fire deep inside her desperate for relief. While still sucking Rudy's cock with wild abandon, she let her free hand move down between her legs, to the cotton and lace panties she wore. As her finger passed across the fabric, she could feel just how wet she'd become, her juices already soaking through the thin fabric. Oh well, she hardly wore them anyway. Sliding the fabric to the side, she let her fingertips dance across her folds, teasing herself even as she worked the cock in her mouth. Holding him tight around the base, she began to explore her vagina, almost dripping with arousal. She circled her entrance with the tip of her middle finger, before effortlessly sliding inside. She let out a gasp around Rudy's cock, but made sure not to slow down. Pushing further, she felt her finger slip deeper inside her wet folds, and soon she found herself fingering her damp pussy with almost as much vigor as she used to suck her lover's cock. Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. Withdrawing her mouth from around Rudy's penis, she crawled up off her knees and onto the bed, straddling his legs, just shy of his pelvis. Between them, his cock stood upright, resting gently against her groin, the thin fabric of her panties all that stood between it and her aching pussy. Reaching back behind her, she undid the clasp of her lace bra, slipping it off and flinging it away to the side, freeing her pendulous tits to the warm air. She looked down at him, mesmerized by the sight of her, and couldn't help but smile. Playfully, she rocked her hips forward a little, rubbing her clothed privates against his rock hard erection, making them both gasp with pleasure. Staring into the eyes of her lover, Samantha sat up straight, lifting her hips up off of his thighs. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side, and positioned herself over him. No turning back, she thought. The moment she had longed for, had dreamt of for so long, had finally com. Slowly, she lowered her hips, until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance, then further still, slipping between her folds an into her aching vagina. The feeling of Rudy's cock penetrating her was unlike anything Samantha had ever felt. As her pussy expanded to accommodate his size, her whole body was filled with electric streaks of arousal. As she sank down, his cock reaching further and further inside of her, she couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. Finally she came to a rest, her hips resting gently on top of Rudy's thighs, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. For a moment, the two sat still, adjusting to the feeling, their bodies quivering with the intense pleasure. Rudy's hands, which until now had lane on the bed next to him, found their way up to Samantha's waist, and took a firm hold of her. He looked up at her, in awe of her sensual beauty, and she could feel her cheeks burning with lust. Leaning back, and resting her hands behind her on his thighs, she slowly began to lift herself up once again. Soon, she was riding him at a steady pace, each raise and lower of her hips bringing new waves of pleasure to the both of them. As Samantha raised her hips, she made sure to tilt her rear forwards, forcing Rudy almost all the way out of her, before taking him back inside, down to the base. As she rode him, he kept a firm hold of her, keeping her upright as well as providing an even more intimate connection. Sitting up straight again, she took her hands from his legs and moved them to her sides, putting them on top of the postman's as she ground her hips into his with each stroke of her pussy. Samantha's body was on her fire. Her nipples stood out painfully erect from chest, and her clitoris felt as though it could burst into flames any moment. Looking down, the passion she saw in the face of her lover only drove her wilder, to look down and see how much he was enjoying her, how aroused her body made him. He looked as though he were in heaven. Samantha certainly was. Falling forward, Samantha started to move her hips faster, riding Rudy's cock with as much speed and passion as she could muster, her hair falling around her like a willow tree. Staring down into her lover's eyes, she felt the urge to feel his mouth on her once again. Reaching out, she let her body fall completely onto his. Her lips moved until they found his, and the two began to kiss even more passionately than they had downstairs. Samantha felt Rudy's arms wrap around her, keeping her pressed tightly against him, and redoubled her efforts to keep her pussy working up and down his cock. Wrapped in each other's arms the two made love like animals in heat, their bodies moving perfectly in time as Rudy began to thrust up into her. Samantha could barely stand it anymore, her breathing shallow and fast, each breath coming out as a moan. Suddenly, Rudy flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of her and spreading her legs wide beneath him. In response Samantha wrapped her arms even tighter around the back of his neck, feeling her lower body quiver as he began to pound his cock into her soaking pussy. As he began to fuck her harder, Rudy's head moved down to her shoulder, kissing and biting her neck passionately as his cock pistoned in and out of her with reckless abandon. All she could do was moan and gasp in response, holding him tight as he made love to her like a wild animal. Samantha had never felt so turned on in her life. She could feel the sheets below them already damp with her juices, and as Rudy pounded into her, she felt a familiar sense beginning to build inside her abdomen. As she did, she felt her lover's thrusts begin to grow erratic, his pace fluctuating and his breathing growing more and more ragged. "Should I pull out?" His words sent an electric shiver throughout her body. In response, she clung to him tighter, making sure he stayed close. "No. I want it inside." That seemed to be all the encouragement Rudy needed. With a roar of carnal lust, he thrust himself forward hard, forcing his cock as deep inside Samantha as he could, before beginning to empty himself into her. Samantha gasped as she felt his rock hard cock begin to pulse, and couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as the warmth of his cum started to spread throughout her abdomen. When he'd finished, the postman fell forward on top of Samantha's chest, panting audibly, his softening cock still inside her. She kept her arms around him, catching her breath as the two lay in silence. Eventually, she leant forward to whisper into his ear. "That was amazing..." Rudy rolled his head over to face her, and flashed her a smile. "Who said we were finished?" Before she could respond, he'd climbed off of her, withdrawing his cock from her as he made his way down the bed between her legs. Roughly, he took her thighs, pulling her legs apart, making her yelp out in surprise. He lowered his mouth towards her aching sex, and Samantha couldn't help but let out a moan as his tongue flicked across her clit. The skill with which Rudy began to pleasure her with his mouth took Samantha completely by surprise, but as he began to work his tongue up and down her wet folds, she was hardly upset. Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, Samantha closed her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensation of Rudy giving her head. Subconsciously, she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair as she began to grind her hips in time with his skilled tongue. Her other hand went to her tit, teasing and playing with her erect nipple as she let him work his magic. Samantha could feel herself getting even wetter than before, Rudy's tongue alternating between long slow strokes across her labia, to quickly flicking across her clit, to probing the entrance to her sopping pussy driving her wild. Already she could feel the familiar tingling in her pelvis that signaled her approaching climax. Desperate for relief, she tried to let Rudy know how close she was, her breaths escaping in short gasps as she moaned and squealed in ecstasy. She could feel her cheeks burning, her whole body beginning to quiver and tremble as she got closer and closer. "Right there, I'm so close!" Without saying a word, Rudy redoubled his efforts, attacking Samantha's clit mercilessly with his tongue, until her back arched and she felt the dam of her pleasure break. Letting out a long, loud cry of ecstasy, Samantha began to come, her whole body exploding as though filled with fireworks of sheer lust. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth locked to her pussy as she quivered violently, coming harder than she ever had before. It felt like an eternity till she came down again, her body aching but satisfied. She lay on her back, looking down at her new lover, panting hard, with a look of contented joy plastered on her face. Rudy did nothing but smile, and gave her nether lips one last kiss for good measure, before standing up and zipping up his fly without a word. Back at the door downstairs, the two kissed each other goodbye, Samantha now wrapped up in her dressing gown again, hiding her state of undress. Their lips finally parting, Rudy looked down at her with a soft smile. Samantha's heart fluttered, and she grinned up at him. I usually get packages a couple times a week. Can I accept deliveries earlier?" "I start my rounds at 7AM, but few folks want to answer their door that early. Rudy explained. Oh, please come here early! It will be even more convenient to my schedule. I trust your day will go better, if I relieve you earlier. As long as you have a package to deliver, of course." Rudy chuckled. "I think I will." I love your package, Rudy. I admire you and if this is how we help each other, I want to do it well. Who knows where it will take us, but I ll enjoy the adventure. Then she kissed him and slapped his ass. Stay ahead of the rain! Picking up his bag, he turned and walked down the garden path, back to his van. Samantha watched him go, staying in the doorway until after he'd driven away. She closed the door, and walked back inside, a beaming smile covering her face. She made her way back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, all the while thinking to herself; Mr. Bergstein won't have a problem with my lateness or my irritable, frustrated disposition.  Based on a post by LindseyLuv [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LindseyLuv/works], for Literotica.

Adam & Eve's First Time

ADAM & EVE'S FIRST TIME ADAM AND EVE MEET AND MATE IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN Based on a post by MrJack [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrJack/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AdamAndEvesFirstTime.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AdamAndEvesFirstTime.jpg] Readers: Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in. This tale is an interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon & Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible' Alone was I, walking aimlessly through the green pastures and meadows, when upon a forested glen I did come. Seeing no harm in it, I entered the shadowy realm for a little exploratory expedition. Soon I realized I must be careful of the myriad array of briars and brambles which could rip and tear uncovered skin. I began thinking about how lucky animals were to have fur or hair for skin protection. The only furry hair covering I had on my body was on the top of my head and between my legs. I made up a word for my unclothed predicament. I called it 'nudity'. Yep, I was as nude as the day the Creator made me! This is what I did for a living. I gave a name to 'things' which had no name before. Truth be told, one of the first things I named was the long, dangly appendage hanging down between my legs. The word 'cock' came to my mind and I decided to stay with it. I believe I came up with the name when I'd named the 'rooster'. Those horny cacklers wake up early in the morning and crow like hell! The cock between my legs was the same way. Early in the morning it did rise and the only way I'd discover to tame its demanding crowing was to pump it vigorously with my hand until it shot out a load of milky cream. A side benefit to this exercise was that it felt pretty damn good doing it! As I continued walking along, the trees, bushes, and briars thinned out and soon I found myself on the edge of a beautiful garden. I was awestruck by its magnificence and bounty. Right then and there, I decided to name the place 'Eden'. So amazed was I by the wonders of Eden, I didn't immediately hear the soothing, angelic singing coming from behind a tree. Finally, I heard the melodious tones. With my curiosity aroused, I crept forward to investigate. Talking about being aroused! Why, as soon as my eyes beheld the sight of the wondrous creature standing there, the cock between my legs became swollen and fully erect! Nude like me, the enchanting vision had shapes and curves which were stimulating my loins in a way I'd never known before. For some curious reason I had an irresistible urge to mate with the exotic being. Where in the world this fascinating life form had come from, I couldn't say. Since the being was standing up on legs like mine, I decided this must be a female version of me. I had been calling myself a 'man', so I would call this creature a 'woman'. Woe is me as a man because I've fallen head-over-heels in love with her seductively erotic body. Touching a tender place in my side where a rib had been removed, I recalled something the Almighty had said about making me a companion and playmate for life. Perhaps this feminine apparition was it. The woman bent over to pick some berries from a bush. Posed as she was, I realized her body was so picture-perfect a visual image of the word 'playmate' was stuck in my mind and in my eyes. Stepping out from behind the tree, I walked towards the woman. I had a hypnotic urge to touch her, but I kept my hands to myself. Speaking softly, I said, "Hi there, woman. How are you? Do you have a name? If not, I can give you one. It's my job, if you care to know." Startled, the woman turned, smiled, and answered, "Hi yourself, Mister. I'm fine. I've been wondering when you'd be coming along. Yes, I have a name. God told me to call myself 'Eve'. You must be the famous 'Adam' he's told me about?" "Yes ma'am, Adam is my name," I responded. "I'm very happy to meet you, Eve. God has only told me a few things about you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how beautifully sexy you would be!" Eve looked at me disapprovingly and sternly admonished, "Adam, we're not supposed to use the word 'Hell' because we come from a place called 'Heaven'!" "Now woman!" I said firmly. "Don't you start pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't drink or smoke!" Looking at me with a frown on her face, Eve asked, "Do you really drink and smoke, Adam? God told me you were a 'good' man with no vices!" "Miss Eve, don't you fret," I said. "I was just kidding. I don't drink. I don't smoke and I don't chew and I don't go with girls that do!" Eve giggled at my feeble attempt at humor. Taking my hand, she led me over to a grassy nook near a quiet-running stream. We talked a little while and had a snack made from nuts, berries, and fruit. Unashamedly, I was giving Eve's body a good hard look. This woman had a head full of long, curly hair. She had a thin bush of curly hair between her legs. Below her bush, long, well-tapered legs ran all the way down to barefooted feet. Upon her chest sat two magnificent mammary orbs. The melon-shaped ornaments decorating Eve's chest had an alluring, inviting attraction for both my hands and my mouth. My hands wanted to play with them and my mouth wanted to suckle the feminine fruit. There at the tip of each perfect sphere was a protruding, pink nub. Without asking for Eve's permission or consent, I began playing with the feminine objects I so desired. She didn't seem to mind, so I played to my heart's content. My mind began to think up names I could give to these mesmerizing mounds. I had a couple of words in particular in mind. Eve beat me to the punch. Smiling contently, she said, "Adam, do you like my girls? I'm not exactly sure about what to call them, but I've come up with two names to choose from. I like the word 'breasts' and the word 'tits'. I can't decide between them. Which one of them do you like better, Adam?" "Damn, Eve!" I answered with mischievously teasing distress. "I'm having trouble choosing myself because I like your right one just as much as the left one! They're both beautiful girls!" Shaking her head with annoyance, Eve retorted impatiently, "Silly man, I didn't mean which 'girl' you liked the best! I want to know which name you preferred. Do you like 'tits' or do you like 'breasts'?" "What's in a name, Eve?" I replied. "A rose by any other name would look and feel as beautifully sweet! How about we keep both names? We'll use 'breasts' on formal occasions like when we are talking to God. I'll say something like, 'God, that's some mighty fine breasts you've given my woman Eve!' And, when we are alone, we'll use 'tits' as a more intimate endearment. I'll say something like, 'Hot damn Eve, your tits are beautiful!' What do you think about that?" Eve giggled merrily and then proved she too could play the game of mischievousness merriment. "Sounds fine to me," she said. "Mister, you can call them 'breasts' or 'tits' or 'jugs' or 'knockers' or 'boobs' or anything you want just as long as you love them and play with them! You do love them, don't you, Adam? If you do, then you'd better kiss them!" "Hell yes, I love them!" I answered adamantly. And, kiss those beautiful girls I did. First, one melon-shaped boob felt the oral assault of my tit-hungry roving mouth. The other tit became a victim of a similar attack. Nubile nipples popped to attention against my teeth as my tongue traced kissing circles round and round them. So violent was my mouth's breast battering, Eve was knocked to her back in the soft grass. A nipple was pulled out of my suckling mouth so violently it caused an audible 'pop'. Having tasted feminine fruit, I had no intention of stopping now. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft flesh from head to toe. Her supple lips provided sweet nectar which inflamed the twin fires of passion and love. Eve's abdomen and its bellybutton indentation became playgrounds for my kissing touch. I flipped Eve over onto her belly and kissed her back, her legs, and the well-endowed fullness of her pretty derriere. 'Derriere'? Now where in the world did my mind get this name? This name is too fancy and formal for everyday use. So, I needed a short, intimate name which would convey the stimulating horniness I felt while playing with and kissing this sweet, soft feminine flesh. When I bent over again to kiss the fullness of this exotic beauty's behind, my erect cock was tickled by the grass beneath her. I liked the feeling of grass under my feet as a walked to and fro barefooted. Yeah, I liked grass and I liked ass. 'Ass'...? Why this word popped into my head, I couldn't say, but it sounded like a keeper to me. "Hey, Eve," I said. "Lady, you've got a really nice ass! I like it very much, but I believe the Old Man upstairs gave you a defective one. Why honey, your ass has a crack down the middle splitting it apart!" Eve giggled with melodious merriment. Flipping over onto her back, she looked at me just as if she were staring at a half-witted man. "Adam," she lectured. "God's ways are mysterious and we're not supposed to question them. Besides, I don't believe my 'ass' is defective because I have a cracked mound on the front side of me, too!" "You do?" I asked with skepticism. "Well, Miss Prissy, I believe I'd have to get a look at that place before I'd go to giving God the benefit of my doubts. I come from a 'show-me' land, so My lady, show me!" Playing along eagerly, Eve spread her legs wide and pointed to the hair-covered opening between her legs. During my visual and oral exploration of this wondrous woman's body, I had bypassed this bush-covered place. My thinking was if God had covered it then perhaps it was a female 'thing' with little a man would find appealing. Man-o-man was I mistaken! Right there, where Eve was pointing, was a glorious mound of erotically stimulating feminine flesh the likes of which I couldn't believe existed! Appealing...? Why, bless my soul, the mounded perfection of Eve's womanhood was the most wondrously fascinating sight I'd ever been privileged to see! "Believe me now?" Eve seductively teased. "See the cracked place? Mister 'doubter', you just watch this! I'm going to open my spilt place and let you see what I have hidden inside it." With mesmerized eyes, I saw the woman spread the swollen outer lips of her fabulous mound. Out popped a tantalizing treasure which made my cock swell to its bursting point. Below the dangling jewel, small, butterfly wings of inner flesh gave hint of a moisturized opening. "God Almighty, Eve!" I exclaimed. "What do you call this marvelous thing? Do you already have a name picked out? I hope so because I'm so stunned I couldn't come up with a name even if God threatened to fire me from my name-calling job." The woman beneath my eyes smiled and happily answered, "Why, yes Sir I just happened to have picked out names myself! One day I was playing with some baby pussycats. The cute little felines were cuddly, warm, and furry. I decided to name the warm, furry place between my legs a 'pussy'. 'Vagina' is a formal name I picked. The part that's sticking out in between my pussy lips, I call a 'clitoris' or 'clit' for short. Adam, dear, do you like my names?" "Lordy me, I surely do!" I boldly pronounced. "Damn Eve, I love your names and I love looking at your pretty pussy and clit! But, lady of mine, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the same thing to your vaginal feminine delights I did with your tits. Babe, I just have to have my hands and lips on them." Pushing Eve's fingers aside, my own fingers dug into the mound of her feminine flesh. My hands attacked and roughly caressed my woman's pussy. Having tasted the fruit of her breasts, I had every intention of tasting every inch of this delectable female treasure Eve was giving me. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft pussy. My mouth felt racing blood running through seductively swollen outer lips. My fingers pulled curly hairs aside so my lips could kiss the silky skin close to her thighs. Ravenous pussy-hunger seized control of my senses. Spreading the puffy lips, my mouth and lips assaulted the tempting clit. This warm, juicy protrusion of exotic femininity stiffened to erectness as I greedily licked and sucked it. My licking, exploring tongue found entrance in through the inner-pussy butterfly wings and found this woman's mysterious vaginal hole. The sticky wetness of feminine moisture assailed my probing tongue. Licking and lapping at the slippery stickiness, my stiffened oral cock continued its exploratory quest. Deeper and deeper into the bottomless depths did I plunge. "Ouch!" Eve exclaimed. "Adam that hurt! You're sticking your tongue in too deep and you're hurting my hymen. And, quit biting my clit so hard! How would you like it if I chewed on your manhood so hard I made it sore?" Sensing an opening for another avenue of sexual stimulation, I winked and answered, "Well Eve, I suppose I wouldn't mind if you sucked and chewed on my cock for a while. A little lady like you can't hurt my big, hard fella!" I was wrong, at least I was halfway wrong. Eve tackled me, shoved me to my back in the grass, and grabbed my elongated shaft. Without any planned forethought the woman popped the head of my cock into her mouth. Just like me, today was Eve's first time experiencing sex. She didn't know any more about what she was doing than I did. Yet, with a cock stuck inside it, her mouth knew what to do. Releasing saliva as a lubricant, this woman's mouth began to hungrily bob up and down on the rigid rod. While she was sucking on my throbbing erection, Eve's tongue was doing magical tricks all along my swollen manhood. Twisting and twirling the woman's serpentine tongue was teasing my tender flesh and driving me crazy. "Oh Babe," I gasped. "That feels incredibly good! But, I believe you were told you couldn't hurt my big fella, so you just go right on sucking and I'll lie here and enjoy your feeble attempts to try. Lady, you've got to learn to listen to your man when he tells you what's what!" I wish God had warned me about a woman's temper sometimes being short. Hell, I had no idea I was teasing Eve too much! I learned my mistake the hard way. "Adam, tell me how this feels!" Eve impishly said. Her teeth bit into the tender flesh of my swollen cock. She scraped her sharpened chewers all along the length of my shaft. She nipped at my skin and stubbornly chewed on my meaty erection. Adding insult to injury, Eve mockingly said, "Feels good, doesn't it, Adam? You just lie back and enjoy my feeble attempts. Are you still having a good time, my dear?" Grabbing the mischievous woman by her long, curly hair, I smacked her ass with a stinging whack and pulled her greedy, cock-biting teeth away from my loins. Pulling her atop me, I settled her on my chest with her tits pushing against my hot skin. "Shut up and kiss me, Eve!" I ordered. "If you keep on teasing me, I'll turn you over my knees and give your pretty little ass a good and proper spanking! Now, what would you think about that?" Despite her efforts to prevent it, Eve grinned. "Promises, promises," She irresistibly teased. "That's all a man can do. Why Adam, if you really wanted to spank my ass then you would stop talking about it and just do so!" Springing up into a sitting position, I twisted the wickedly wanton woman's body into a lying position across my lap. Her sticky, wet pussy was pressed so tightly against my hardened erection our pubic hairs became intertwined. My cock was enclosed within the confines of her warm thighs. Raising my hand, I slapped a seductive, lily-white ass cheek with a quick smack. Ass smack after ass smack followed until both cheeks glowed with a reddening tint. Eve whimpered, but she didn't cry out or protest my manhandling mauling. Emboldened, I spanked her again. This time, my stinging slaps must have caused too much discomfort. "God, Adam!" Eve wailed with tears streaming from her eyes. "Mister, if you start getting too rough, I'll kick your ass all over this beautiful garden!" "Sorry, Eve," I said with genuine remorse. "Honey, I was just so caught up in the excitement of ass spanking I couldn't control myself. How about you lie down and let me kiss it and make it 'all better'?" Eve turned over onto her belly in the grass and I rained a torrent of soothing kisses all over the reddish skin of her ass. My kissy-licky lips warmed to their task of providing nurturing comfort to inflamed flesh. My licking tongue traced tickling lines all around each beautiful cheek. When at last the reddened skin turned back to white, I stopped kissing my woman's ass. Picking her lithe body up off the grass, I sat her astride my lap with her legs going behind my back. Her tits were pressed against my chest and our naked loins were touching. Drippy moisture was leaking from Eve's pussy and running along the length of my stimulated cock. I had been wondering about all the wetness she had between her legs. Was she supposed to be so wet and was it natural? "Eve?" I asked inquisitively. "Are you certain God didn't give you a 'defective' female body? Your pussy has sprung a leak and is dripping all over us!" Putting her arms around my neck, Eve wet her lips and kissed me with an ardent passion which shook me to my toes. Looking deeply into my eyes, she whispered, "Adam, my dear sweet man, God told me there was a reason for the wetness dripping from my pussy, but he didn't explain it fully. He said I'd like the reason and you would, too. Oh, and yeah, he mentioned something about it being a lubricant for penile penetration." "Adam?" Eve quickly questioned. "What is 'penile penetration'? I've been wondering about it ever since God told me. You've been around longer than I have, Adam, so what is it?" Shrugging my shoulders with bewilderment, I answered, "Beats me, Eve. I've never heard of it before. God never mentioned it to me. The last time I talked to the Old Man upstairs he said, 'Adam, when you find Eve, be fruitful and multiply.' There wasn't a word said about penile penetration." "Oh my goodness me!" Eve cried out. "Why Adam, God said the same thing to me! He said, 'When Adam comes along, be fruitful and multiply'. What does that mean? Do you know how to multiply, Adam?" Shaking my head as an indication of a negative answer, I pulled Eve closer to me and began to ponder the predicaments of beginning a new species of earthly life forms. This is not going to be as easy as I expected. As I pondered, Eve reached down and moved my cock into a more comfortable position between her legs. She was sitting with my elongated rod stuck beneath her with the shaft cocooned in the crack of her ass. My swollen cockhead was touching the entrance to the hole I'd seen between her ass cracks. Thinking of that hole sparked my imagination. "Lord a mercy, Eve!" I declared. "I've got an idea about how to 'multiply'! Have you ever noticed how the male animals in the fields and woods are always jumping up on the back of their mates? The male sticks his cock into the female's ass and they mate. Next time you see them, they might have one or two little ones of their own kind tagging along. Eve, I think they are 'multiplying'!" "That makes sense, Adam," Eve agreed. "God told us to, so why don't we try it? I'll get up on my knees and bend over and you can get behind me. Try sticking your cock into my ass and try to multiply me." While Eve was moving into a mating position, I began scratching my head and thinking. As I moved to kneel behind the woman, I said, "Eve, I'd love to multiply you, but I've been thinking. 'Multiply' is a complicated word which is too long and cumbersome. Why don't we come up with a short, more-easily pronounceable name? Eve, how does the word 'fuck' sound to you? I could say, 'Woman, I'd like to 'fuck' you!' What do you think?" "Oh Adam, that's a perfect word!" Eve heartedly agreed. "You are good at your naming job. Now Mister, stop talking, stick your cock into my ass, and 'fuck' me!" Needing no encouragement, I hurriedly moved to accomplish this task. I quickly learned that 'to fuck' was more easily said than done. Something just wasn't going right. Spreading the beautiful ass cheeks wide, I aimed my manhood directly at the inviting asshole and pushed against it firmly. Eve grimaced and squealed in pain. I did, too. The tender head of my cock was burning. "Eve," I said. "This hurts like Hell! Your asshole is too dry and so is my cock. I can't fuck you in the ass unless we have some kind of lubrication." Eve's head swiveled around and she looked me directly in the eye. "Lubrication?" she asked. "Did you say you needed lubrication to be able to fuck me? Adam, don't you remember me telling you the wetness dripping from my pussy is 'lubrication'? Why Adam, I do believe God meant for you to fuck the hole in my pussy and not the one in my ass!" Digesting her words for a second, I came to the conclusion she might be right. "Hey there, Lady," I said. "I believe you might be on to something! We might as well give it a try. Maybe it won't hurt too much." Redirecting the stiffened rod which was still touching Eve's asshole, I lowered my erect shaft until it came upon a pool of warm moisture. The head of my cock soaked in this soothing vaginal spa. Drippy wet fluids ran down the entire elongated length of my manhood. Suddenly, a remembrance came to my mind. Back when I was trying to come up with names for the dangly appendage between my legs, God's voice had whispered into my ear, "Adam, that's your 'penis'. Don't abuse it too much and it will make you happy." At the time this information was given out, I was too busy to listen to God's words. I had my hand wrapped around my manly meat and was pounding it like crazy until it gave up its sweet orgasmic milk. "Eve!" I excitedly exclaimed. "I know what 'penile penetration' means! God called my cock a 'penis' and I'd bet 'penile' means a stiffened penis. I'd bet the 'penetration' part is the joining together of a penis and a pussy." With the head of my cock already comfortably cozy inside Eve's pussy, I went ahead and shoved the rest of the swollen shaft in, too. The female creature I was trying to fuck screamed. Her piercing yell echoed off into the distant hills. "Good God, Eve, I'm sorry," I apologized. "I completely forgot about the tender female membrane inside your pussy. I guess I ruptured it. Do you want me to stop?" Instead of answering, Eve butted her ass back towards me driving the stiffened penile intruder deeper into her pussy. Slippery wet vaginal fluids lubricated my throbbing erection. Tight, feminine muscles latched onto my shaft and squeezed and compressed it. Instinct propelled me to protect my penis from drowning in the sweltering wet hole of this woman's pussy. I pulled my cock out a little, but then drove it back in. I knew I dare not stop pounding the pussy or the tight, groping vaginal muscles would squeeze the life out of it. I was beginning to have the same feeling I get when I beat my meat with my hand. Only this feeling was becoming multiplied by many times over. I'd never know such blissful ecstasy could exist. "Eve?" I asked. "Are you feeling this? What do you think of penile penetration?" "Oh yes Adam, I feel it," Eve breathlessly whispered. "I love it, I love it, I do! It hurt at first, but now it feels gloriously good. Just stop talking and keep on fucking me!" Without uttering another word, I kept on fucking my lady. Frictional fires were burning. Hotter and hotter they relentlessly blazed. Slippery wet loins raced towards the oblivion of sexual release. Eve began whimpering rapidly when an unimaginable, magical, orgasmic delirium swept over her naked body. Her pussy began spraying my cock and balls with steaming female cum. Eve's feminine loins were a smoldering oven inflaming my manhood to release its heated testicle seeds. Boiling seminal fluids burst forth and spilled into my woman's welcoming womb. The spewing eruption shook me from the tip of my cock to my toes and from the hair between my legs to the hair on my head. Thick globs of hot, pressurized, creamy cum entering her pussy sparked Eve's body into another fit of delirious orgasmic delight. She shuddered, she whimpered, she whined, and she cried. With our earthly bodies physically joined, our hearts, our minds, and our souls became intertwined in carnal bliss. Who but God could devise such wondrously enlightening enchantment? My cock thrust into Eve's pussy one last time and another spastic orgasm thrilled me. My testicle sack delivered every drop of seminal cream it had into my woman. I felt the last spurt of Eve's female cum dripping on the shaft buried inside her. Our climaxing eruptions finally ended. I sat back in the grass and Eve climbed into my lap. With her arms wrapped around my chest and back, she curled up into a fetal position against me. For a while, neither of us spoke. We were completely contented to let the orgasmic afterglow last as long as it could. Breaking the silence, Eve softly said, "That was wonderful, Adam. When can we do it again? You know what? I bet we could do it face to face! That way I can push my tits against you and kiss you while we fuck. Adam, do you think it will work from the front?" "It might work," I answered. "It's worth a shot at trying although I've never seen any animals in the woods and fields doing it that way. Let's go wash off in the stream and then we'll try it." After a refreshing bath and swim, Eve and I tried the 'face to face' fucking position. Surprisingly, it worked out even better than either of us could have imagined! Our entire bodies pressed together while our legs and arms became entangled like earthworms mating. This time our love making was slow and deliberate. Yet, the orgasms we gave each other were just as overpoweringly awesome as our first time. Once more, we basked in the afterglow of joyous sexual satisfaction. "I love you, Adam," Eve announced. "From now on, why don't we fuck this way every time? I think its lots better. Don't you think so, too?" Hugging her tightly, I replied, "Yes Eve, this is much, much better and we can do it this way every day. But, Honey, I'd like to do it the other way every once in a while in remembrance of our first time. We might even think up a few different positions to try. And, Eve, I love you, too!" While we lay cocooned in the loving embrace of each other’s arms, an ethereal voice spoke from a passing cloud, "I now pronounce you Man and Wife. What God has joined together, let no power split asunder. Live and love together until in death you do part." Rising from the ground, I took my woman's hand and pulled her up. We strolled along the banks of the stream and took a leisurely walk through the garden. After our strenuous sex play, we were hungry so we nibbled on some of the abundant fruits and berries. One fruit tree in particular caught Eve's attention. It was located in the center of the garden and was loaded with round, red balls of fruit. "Hey, Adam," Eve said. "Let's take a look at those beautiful 'apples'. Don't they look delicious? I bet they taste good, too. Want one?" At first I wasn't paying attention to what Eve was saying. She had lifted her arms to pick some of the red fruit. I had turned her sweet ass towards me, slipped my arms around her, and was juggling her tits and playing with her pussy. My probing fingers discovered she was already getting slippery wet again! My cock was swelling and jumping excitedly. I was giving some serious thought to bending her over and fucking her under this apple tree. "Want a bite, Adam?" Eve asked. "I swear Mister; I think sex is all you can think about! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind, I don't mind at all. But, a man can't live by sex alone." Maybe a man couldn't live by sex alone, but he could certainly try! Giving in to my carnal thoughts, I pulled Eve's ass against me, bent her over at the waist, and slipped my woman-hungry cock into her slippery pussy. Standing there in the garden, I began mating with my woman with the vigorous enthusiasm of a wild stallion mounting a feral filly in heat. My thrusting manhood disappeared again and again into its welcoming vaginal home. "This is good," Eve said after biting into an apple. "Adam, take a bite and then keep on fucking me. Oh God, I'm about ready to cum again!" Hell, I was about ready to cum again, too! Following Eve's instructions, I took a bite of the apple and kept on fucking her. As orgasms began overpowering me, I recalled an ominous warning from God. "Eve!" I exclaimed. "We're not supposed to eat this! Didn't you get the message from God? Oh, God Almighty I'm cumming! Hang on!" I could tell by Eve's whimpering cries she was cumming, too. Through orgasmic breaths, she answered, "Yes Adam, I got the message, but what harm could eating one little apple cause?" As our orgasms peaked, the sky above us darkened. Lightning flashed and the heavens ripped open. A thunderous voice spoke menacingly, "Now you've done it!" Based on a post by MrJack [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrJack/works], for Literotica.

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2

THE LITTLE GIRL SCOUT LEADER: PART 2 HOT CHOCOLATE AND HOMEMADE COOKIES. Based on a post by MrJack [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrJack/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/TheLittleGirlcoutLeader2.mp3] at My First time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/TheLittleGirlscoutLeader2.jpg] The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock. I suppose I ate too many cookies, so my supper was just a hurried snack of thrown-together leftovers. About 6 o'clock, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to the living room to stir up the embers in the fireplace. I threw a few logs in and soon had a cozy warm fire, heating and lighting the room. Curiosity led me to flip on the front porch light and take a look at the weather through the front door's ice-covered windowpane. Huge flakes of fluffy snow were falling like windswept feathers from the darkened sky. Several inches were already covering the ground. Suddenly, my peering eyes caught a glimpse of a hat and coat-covered figure trudging through the snow on a heading straight towards my door. The short stature of the struggling person made my heart leap with hopeful anticipation. If my instincts were right, my young Scout Leader lover was returning like a thief to the scene of an afternoon crime. When I cracked the door open, the snow-covered apparition rushed inside and headed straight for the warmth of the fire. Throwing a backpack in a chair, my visitor removed gloves and then snatched off a knitted woolen hat and a long scarf. A fly-away mop of curly brunette hair confirmed my suspicions that my Little Debbie had indeed returned to me. "Hi Jason," she breathlessly said. "Goodness gracious, I didn't realize it was so 'wintry' outside!" Although I was elated beyond belief, to have my teen love back in my home, I couldn't stop myself from admonishing her. "Damnit Debbie!" my unbidden words said. "I thought I told you to 'go away little girl' until we had time to think things out!" "Hold onto your horses, Mister," Debbie retorted. "I didn't come back to stir up trouble. I've brought your jacket back to you. I'll leave when I get warmed up. Okay?" Digging into her backpack, Debbie drew out my jacket and tossed it to me. Throwing the coat aside, I grabbed the girl and jerked her into my arms. "No young lady, it's not 'okay'!" I answered forcibly. "You're staying for a while! If I need to, I'll do what you said I would someday say. I'll 'beg you to stay'! Now, take off your coat and your wet shoes and socks, please." Stepping away from me, the obedient teenager shrugged her shoulders and then removed her coat. When my astonished eyes realized what this girl had on beneath her outerwear, I just about peed in my pants! Long gone was the tight-fitting Scout Leader uniform. In its place the young woman wore a pair of baggy 'bib' overalls. They weren t denim, like farmers often wear. This garment was handmade and pastel blue, made from a cotton knit fabric. Beneath the bibs she had on no shirt! She had on no bra! And, if I were to guess, I'd guess she had on no panties! Debbie stood flatfooted and then bent over at the waist. She began pulling off her snow-wet shoes and socks. Without the confinement and support of a bra, this girl-woman's breasts fell down and strained against the barely-concealable covering of her bib top. The twin thin straps crossing over her bare shoulders were the only mechanical supports keeping the busty boobs from escaping completely. For a young lady of such a slim and diminutive stature, her tits seemed to be enormously over-proportioned. I never was a fella who kept up with the technicalities of boob-cup size. I usually used a more objective measurement. I'd say Debbie's breasts were about the size and shape of a couple of Sunshine State grapefruits on an overdose of steroids. At the moment, those dangly mesmerizing melons were swinging to and fro in the firelight's glow. As they swayed, jutting nickel sized dark-pink nipples flashed out from their bib covering. Two-inch pale pink areolas framed the nubile nubs. "God damn it, Debbie!" I suddenly announced. "I thought you just said you didn't come here to 'stir up trouble'! Hell girl, a female with exposed tits like those is going to get plenty of 'trouble' coming her way!" Debbie smiled, grabbed her backpack, and took a seat on the floor near the fire. "Jason, my dear," she teasingly scolded. "Mister, I have on more clothes than you had on when you greeted me at the door earlier today! Hey Honey, guess what? Sit down because I have a surprise for you." Giving in to undeniable temptation, I sat on the plush rug, in the middle of the floor. Digging into her pack, Debbie removed a covered Tupperware container, a stainless steel thermos, and two mugs. "I suppose you've had supper?" the girl questioned rhetorically. "I bet you haven't had dessert. You know what? I've been thinking about you for hours, so I baked you some 'homemade' cookies and made you some 'homemade' hot chocolate. Want some?" At first, I didn't answer. My eyes were glued to the exposed expanse of uncovered female flesh. The bib straps did little to conceal a flawless naked back and a set of curvaceous shoulders. I moved my position on the floor so I could get the swollen erection bulging inside my pants straightened out. "Debbie, in truth, I haven't had dessert," I managed to say. "Now, aren't you the little domesticated lady? Making 'homemade' cookies and hot chocolate for my dessert?" Laying out her bounty, Debbie winked at me and mischievously teased, "Oh Jason, the milk and chocolate are just and 'appetizer'. Here is what I really brought for you to 'eat' for a dessert treat." Slim fingers flipped the bib straps loose from their buttons. The bib top fell into the girl's lap. This young woman's tantalizing pair of ponderous boobs burst out and swung as free, as a couple of over-ripe pendulum nectarines hanging heavy on a fruit tree. Just as my startled eyes were adjusting to the majesty of this sight, the wickedly wondrous woman-child stuck her hands into the sides of her overalls and slid them down over her butt, her legs, and her feet. Confirming my suspicions, she had on no panties. Blushing shyly, the nude teenager scooted across to me and plopped her young ass in my lap. "Jason, I guess I wasn't completely truthful about 'stirring up trouble'," Debbie whispered. "I suppose I'm hoping you'll 'make love' to me again; and if you did I wanted to be naked myself." I touched her two marvelous tits, but could say nothing. "Oh god, Jason, please don't think of me as a wickedly wanton 'hussy'!" Debbie hastily added. "But Mister, I love you;and if you wanted to 'take' me again, then I'd really like you to. Of course now, if you want me to 'go away' again; I will. Do you?" I suppose it was my own damn fault for awakening the sleeping passion in this sexy young woman. This conniving vixen had boxed me into an inescapable lust and love trap. She was using her feminine wiles in a seductive entrapment scheme. My voiced boomed, "Damn your sweet sexy young ass, girl! If you try to 'go away' now, I'll throw you on the floor and rape the hell out of you! Hell, I think I'll savagely attack you anyway! If you want me to 'eat' you for a treat, then 'eat' you, I will!" Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I kissed my Scout Leader lover with lust-inspired love. I was so fanatically aroused, I tongue-fucked her mouth with my stiffened saliva-coated tongue. Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind, I realized that Debbie was tongue-fucking my mouth, too. Debbie's fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her bib overalls. My pants, underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing. I'd made the mistake of getting my cock before the 'fucking-horse' earlier this day. I was determined not to repeat the error of my ways. Before I did any fornicating this night, I was going to do a lot of looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating. Pushing Debbie down flat on the floor in front of the fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished teenaged body. Her big-glorious tits had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Short, slender legs stretched out seductively. And there, right between the 'V' of my love's legs was a sparse bush of thin pubic hair, only slightly concealing a swollen mound of erotically exciting female pussy. Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the girl's legs wide, and plunged my mouth into the tender young pussy staring me in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her bush-covered pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips. I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl's clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid 'girlie-girl' treasure. Debbie's teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept my ferocious oral assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth. Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief, I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Debbie's vaginal hole. This dame had reached the full age of puberty so her young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Debbie was whimpering wantonly, and sighing contently. I ate my young lover's cunt with the appetite of a pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet vaginal flesh was mine to consume, with all the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust. With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Debbie's womanly tits. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my untamed oral mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender titty flesh. With the same reasoning as a dog would pee on a tree, I deliberately marked the unblemished breast skin as a sign of territorial acquisition and ownership. Stopping to gaze at Debbie's stubble-scratched tits, I couldn't help but imagine the quantity of baby-nourishing milk these wondrous mammary jugs could hold. If she were to become a mother of my baby, then I knew the child would be well-fed. Abruptly, I ended this violent oral onslaught on my lover's body. After pressing my lips to Debbie's mouth; in a deep, love-obsessed kiss, I bodily scooped her up from the rug with my muscular arms and carried her featherweight body to my bed. This 'barely legal' young woman had giving her willing consent to being fucked again. So curse my wicked soul to hell, that's what I would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my lover, spread her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping wet feminine glory hole. With the breeding urges of a domineering 'stallion', I mounted my in-heat 'filly' with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of a wild, feral animal mating. There was nothing romantic about this carnal coupling. With the insemination instincts of a wild creature, I fucked Debbie. Nothing romantic about this coupling? Well hell, I realized with this mating, that I truly loved this young woman, and she genuinely loved me! Our 'bareback' sex seemed to be emphasizing the depth of loving commitment we were willing to take. Throwing caution to the wind, we seemed to be subconsciously saying, "If 'we' get pregnant, then so be it!" Putting thoughts of pregnancy aside, my cock parted my woman's pubic bush and sank deep into her bottomless, sweltering hot vaginal cavity. Debbie's pussy accepted the welcomed intruder and urged it to do its duty with all deliberate haste. Debbie felt my elongated, swollen shaft pounding into her pussy, with jackhammer strokes which penetrated deep into her innermost feminine sanctuary. After only a little while, she felt the beginnings of orgasmic fire being conceived. Just as she'd hoped, the flames gave birth to the wildest, most intense orgasms she'd ever had. She gloried in the ecstatic, euphoric majesty of it. My body too, was reveling in the delightful exhilaration of powerful, cock-quaking orgasms. My masculine loins quivered, shuddered, and shook. My pulsating phallic rod began spewing forth torrents of slippery, milky-white seminal cream. I grunted and groaned with the guttural sounds of a man overwhelmed by orgasmic forces; stealing away his mind, body, and soul. My steaming seminal cream was filling Debbie's pussy and triggering the birth of another round of enormous orgasms. Multiple orgasmic events followed in the wake of those before. This young woman's body sprayed her forbidden lover's loins with all the feminine cum she had in her body. Time lost its meaning as my cock and Debbie's pussy joined together in a race for orgasmic rapture. The end didn't come quickly. Time slowed to a crawl as a man and a woman's joyful bliss continued for an eternity and then gradually subsided. The two of us lay in each others arms and basked in the warming comfort of sexual afterglow. Debbie cuddled tightly against me and softly whispered, "Jason, I'm a cummy, slimy mess and my pussy is so sore I'm not sure if I can walk. But, can we take a hot bath and then do this again before I have to go home?" After kissing my young Scout Leader lover, I lifted her into my arms. I made a detour on the way to the bathroom. Back in the living room, Debbie scooped up the homemade cookies and hot chocolate. HOT BATH AND BEDTIME COOKIES. Debbie and I had a long, leisurely bath in my Jacuzzi tub. We kissed, we fondled, we tickled, and we teased. My delightful Scout Leader, college girl lover became infatuated with my recovering erection. As we got out to towel each other dry, Debbie said; "Jason; I'm not sure how to do it, but will you let me 'eat' your cock like you ate my pussy? Can we finish our cookies in bed? She tilted her head down and gave me her best puppy dog eyes; Mister, you wouldn't kick me out of your bed if I were to spill some cookie crumbs, would you?" Without answering, I snapped my towel and towel-whipped Debbie's shapely, pretty little ass, all the way from the bathroom to my bed. The giggling girl laughed merrily, jumped under the covers, and waited with excited anticipation. As I stood by the bed, Debbie's female form emerged from under the covers. Without warning, she reached out with her small, feminine hands, grabbed my cock and began to play with a skill born of instinct. This petite-figured young woman's short fingers couldn't quite completely encircle my swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled energetically. Not one inch of my blood-engorged meat went untouched. My balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fidgeting fingers ran through my pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie's voice heatedly declared, "Oh god!  Mister, your cock's more wonderful to play with than I imagined it would be! Jason, I'm going to kiss and suck it now." And that's just what she did. Debbie began kissing my meaty, hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl's lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of my cock 'accidentally' slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked the mouthful of meat with an inexperienced zest. I immediately knew this was Debbie's first cock-sucking rodeo. She was tentatively sucking with a novice's skill. Female intuition guided her actions. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before I knew it, her head was bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into the girl's tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations overwhelming me, felt unbelievably good! Debbie's mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cocksucking enjoyment. My swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl's cock-hungry oral cavity, and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with venomous fire. This wicked, viperous tongue-snake coiled around the man-meat it was so intent upon devouring. My fingers dug viciously into Debbie's curly hair and attempted to pull her head away from my dangerously imperiled manhood. My cock-crazed young lover had sucked my shaft deep into her throat and was now chewing my meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth. Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie ravenously ate the meat in her mouth. Looking down, I saw the fingers of one of her hands buried inside her drippy wet pussy. The girl was fingering herself to orgasm using my cock as a stimulus. In defense of my teeth-scared cock-shaft, I slapped the cock-frantic girl's face with a stinging blow to one cheek. When the over-enthusiastic female sex fiend, finally let go of my inflamed rigid rod, I threw her back on the bed and jumped astride her. I curtly said, "Damnit lady, if you want an orgasm, I'll give it to you, 'man style!" I didn't believe my masculine body had a single drop of testicle fluid left in it, but as soon as my suck-stimulated erection entered Debbie's sweltering hot pussy oven, I started cumming. Whatever seminal cream my body had left; was now euphorically deposited, inside my sweet love's vaginal vault. Debbie's tight pussy welcomed its pulsating penile partner to come in and make itself at home. Slippery feminine cum began bathing the penetrating cock as soon as it entered. Female orgasms once more made her young woman's body glory in the elation; and thrill of lust and love. This being our third sexual coupling since early afternoon, our mutual orgasms weren't as strong or long-lasting as previous ones. Nevertheless, we joyfully celebrated our newfound bond of awakened love. There, atop cum-soaked sheets, we two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each others arms. POPCORN DELIGHT A blast of window-rattling wind awakened us. A quick look at the clock told me it was late. It was too damn late for a 'barely legal' teen to be out cavorting with the horny older bachelor who lived down the street! "Oh shit, Debbie!" I worriedly said. "Good god girl, we'd better get your sweet ass home before your mother comes looking for me!" As I reached for my pants, the telephone beside the bed started ringing. Apprehensively, I reached out, punched the speakerphone button, and answered, "Hello." "Jason, have you been watching the weather?" and unfamiliar voice said. "Over a foot of snow has fallen since my daughter headed over to your house with her cookies and hot chocolate! The wind is howling and the temperature is well below freezing." Oh sweet lord, it was Lucy Darling; Debbie's mother calling! How in the hell did she know where to call! As if reading my mind, the woman on the phone said, "Jason, I caught Debbie in her virgin blood and cum-soaked Scout Leader uniform, earlier today. She confessed her 'sins' to me." I felt a pang of shivering fear in spite of the fact that Debbie was 'of legal age'. Subconsciously, I heard police sirens coming to carry my jailbait-screwing ass off, to be incarcerated. My asshole contracted with the thoughts of 'big bubba' making me his prison cell slave. "Listen here, Jason," the phone voice said. "I don't want you to let my girl come out in this dangerous storm. Just keep her there with you tonight, and try to get her home sometime tomorrow." My confused mind was attempting to adjust to the words spoken by the mother of my young lover. Yet, before I had time to think, she spoke again, "You're a nice man, Jason, so I'm not going to put up much of a fuss about you fucking my daughter. I suppose she's 'big enough', so she's 'old enough', for sex with a man. But Mister, you'd better know one thing about these sleepover get-togethers. If you 'do the crime' of getting her pregnant; then you'd better be prepared to 'do the time' as a husband and father!" Abruptly, the speakerphone went silent. Shaking my head with stunned amazement, I looked at the smiling face of my young woman lover. Staring back up at the ceiling. I couldn t move; I couldn t speak. Jason? Debbie broke the silence. I should tell you that I went home mom and I did talk. But what she didn t say was that I gave her a chewing out, too. Then I gave her an update on our new love. She apologized for not providing guidance to me. Jason, don't you think my mom has some mixed-up liberal and conservative ideas about sex?" she asked. "I surely don't mind though, do you? She s been in denial about my growing up, and tried every way she could, to forestall the progression. I hugged her and forgave her; then I shared how my prince charming was revealed this morning; he-he; literally! I finally rolled to face my little vixen. She was happy; no; she was giddy! Jason, she asked me lots of questions, but I only told her a simple overview. Our intimacy is not for others to ask details of. This debutant showed wisdom beyond her years. I just listened while I brought her into my arm for a cuddle. My other hand began fondling her two luscious tits. Debbie continued; I told her of my desires and dreams. How I ve had fantasies about you since I was in 8th grade. How I only wanted to make your life more wonderful. Debbie sat up and moved down next to my feet. She slid her feet up on my chest while she started giving me a gentle post-coital foot massage. What else did your mother say? I inquired while I propped up a pillow against the headboard and sat up. I was determined to give her a great foot massage. Oh, I asked her lots of questions about intimate acts. She told me stuff that she and my dad enjoyed, before he died. She also admitted that she and Mr. Rausch are intimately involved. You know him? The widower at the end of the block? She didn t want to marry him because I might have a hard time with that adjustment. Oh, Jason, your foot massage is better than sex, right now. Mainly because you ve made my cunt and nipples so raw. Now I was massaging her calves. I had her swooning. Debbie continued; I told her to marry him before she loses her chance. Mr. Rausch is a very good man, and even though he s 14 years older, they are truly compatible and in love. Don t you agree, Jason, dear? I did agree. Debbie s mother is a young-looking 40-something Milf, and Mr. Rausch will make a lot of his golfing buddies jealous, having such a trophy wife. Hey, have you got some popcorn we can pop in the fireplace? I'd like a snack before we settle down to sleep. It's only ten o'clock." "Oh, and one more thing," she added. "If you're planning on sticking that cock of yours into my pussy again tonight, as I hope you are; then you'd better plan on carrying me home tomorrow. As I told you, I'm already so sore I can hardly walk. Now, I'm going to find that popcorn in the kitchen." Debbie climbed over me to head slowly, gently. Teasingly, she allowed her pubic hairs to brush against mine. At the sight of her sweet nude ass, my sleeping cock awakened and began swelling to an excited erection. The sleep we'd had, was just enough rest for my manhood to build up its pussy-penetrating horniness. Without putting on my clothes, I detained the naked cockteaser. I tumbled off the foot of the bed and sat on the rug with my back leaned into the mattress, centered between her two dangling legs. I grabbed both ankles and tugged her down, off the mattress and onto my shoulders. With ease I arose, and my naked little goddess, my sacrificed virgin on my back. We ducked under the doorway and strolled all the way to the kitchen. The popcorn is stored high on the top cupboard shelf I told her. And grab the cheesy-flavored salt while you re at it. My back had a trail of body juices running down to my ass. Debbie was using one hand to press my forehead into her navel, to keep stable. Her ankles were hooked behind my shoulder blades. All the while, her other hand was passing down the supplies to me. I m not sure Debbie was even aware that her pelvis was rocking; now twerking, on the low vertebrae at the base of my neck. Her clit had found a hard nub to rub against. My gawd! This was a horny, deeply sensual woman, trapped in a youthful; although shapely, teen body. While Debbie had rummaged around and found the popcorn; her plans for popping were delayed when I lifted her petite young body and laid it on the kitchen table. I saw the tub of butter, still sealed on the counter, from supper. After dipping my cockshaft deep into the greasy tub of buttery lubrication, I plunged the grease-slippery erection into my woman's cock-sore pussy. The slick, buttery lubricant worked magnificently well. I heard no complaints of painful soreness, as I plunged my manhood into Debbie's cock-stretched maidenhood. She didn't even cry as my hands played with the swollen mounds of her suck-sore nipples and bountiful tits. An old tick-ticking mantle clock's ticks, kept pace with the rhythm of a cock and a pussy enthusiastically conjoining as one, in the time-stopping joy of orgasmic pleasure. Despite the slippery assistance of the thick, buttery lubricant, frictional fires were ignited and burned passionately. This turned out to be just a speedy kitchen 'quickie', with lots of hurried, delightful thrills. Debbie and I knew we had all night, for another long, slow session of 'lovemaking'. Now we noticed just how chilly the house had become. My todger began to impersonate an introverted turtle, seeking the refuge of receding inward. Debbie s nipples, on the other hand, had a glorious bold definition and towered outward, begging to be warmed by my hairy chest. I helped her down from the big oak table. Then she collected the necessary items while I brought the fireplace back to life. Soon it was roaring and filling the home with radiant heat. When I returned from the linen closet with a thick flannel sleeping bag; she was sliding the plush rug closer to the fire. I sat cross-leg and she nestled down on my lap. I unzipped the old sleeping bag and draped it over my shoulders. It contained the heat and I watched as my convenient thermometer; her rock-hard nipples, slowly soften, telling me her chills were abated. My lover and I eventually had our popped-corn snack. We basked in the glow of firelight and felt no shame in our shared nudity. Later, we fell asleep well-fed with cookies, hot chocolate, and popcorn. The fierce snowstorm awakened us about halfway into the night. A feeling of 'honeymoon' lust was again aroused in both of us. As the storm raged outside, we made impassioned love. With a two-foot snowfall covering the ground, I carried my Scout Leader lover home, about noon the next day. Many of the neighbors were out shoveling. Kids were towing sleds down to the park. Everyone stopped as Debbie and I ventured through the deep snow. She was high aloft, again riding my shoulders, with a proud smile, which could only be rivaled by my own proud grin. I suppose she had good reason for her pussy to be plenty sore, but I heard not one feminine complaint. I knew there might be a strong possibility I had implanted an impregnation seed into my 'barely legal' lover's womb. Oh well, I suppose I could 'do the time' as a husband and father; because I sure was enjoying 'doing the crime' of loving and lusting! The good ones go early , I recall a college buddy saying, when asked why he was marrying the younger girl from his neighborhood. The problem with only pursuing women of my mid-thirties age, was that a progressively higher percent of the remaining females had issues. Sometimes neurotic issues. Perhaps even abusive issues? No, I was not the one making the big risk; Debbie was. But she saw me as a man I only hoped to become. In her favor, I now had more motivation than ever, to pursue the goal of meeting her expectations. Approaching The Darling home, I was greeted by her neighbor; Carl Rausch, as he shoveled the walk and steps. Lucy was just coming outside with a mug of hot cider, to refresh him. Jason and Debbie, it s wonderful to see you two this morning. Please do come in and visit. Lucy said with an expression on her face that inferred a demand, more than a request. And thank you, Jason, for keeping my daughter safe and warm. It s fortunate that you were there for her. Our home furnace had issues and Carl came over at 10:30 last night to fix it. The sweet man then built a fire and we were never so warm. Right, Carl? So both of the Darling women had intimate company, last night? Slipping our boots off in the entry, we proceeded to the livingroom, where two sofas were situated facing each other, with a coffee table between. I sat with Debbie. I was very nervous. Debbie is all that Lucy has of her marriage, being a widow. But Lucy took her seat next to Carl, with her head leaned on his cozy chest, and her hand softly placed upon his. She had the most contented smile, then she said; We have an announcement to share with you two. My life took on greater purpose, during that storm. A purpose that excited every fiber of my being. Besides, if I recall correctly, a young Scout Leader had recently told me that the Girl Scout's recruitment objective this year was to get people to 'commit to a girl'. With Debbie as the 'girl', I think I'd finally have no problems with 'commitment'.  Based on a post by MrJack [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MrJack/works], in 2 parts, for Literotica.