Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.

Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 1.

EMMY, THE CLASS NUDIST: PART 1. CARSON DISCOVERS THE SECRET SIDE TO HIS CHEMISTRY LAB PARTNER.  Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist1.mp3] at My First Time. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time] [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/EmmyTheClassNudist1.jpg] "Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"  Carson Jenkins swatted away a mosquito while tromping through the brush under the oak and cedar. For all the fond memories he had of running around his friend's wilderness backyard while growing up, playing their imaginary games as alien hunters or fugitives on the run, he never could quite shake his fear of stumbling upon a rattlesnake, scorpion, or even the odd tarantula. They'd rarely ever seen any such creatures, but it wasn't impossible to come across one in this part of Texas.  "Almost there," Wes said. "Gotta keep it a surprise."  "Ugh," Carson said as a small branch caught him across the cheek. "Better be a good one. Are we even still in your yard?"  "Probably not," Wes said. " This is the land that we always deer hunt on, though. I Just hope we aren't let down. The; let's call it a show; has been regular as clockwork the last couple days."  "Show? What sow? Carson became impatient. "You'll see." was all Wes would say. Wes Hernandez led on in silence for another couple minutes until a clearing and large new house began to resolve itself up ahead from among the trees. Carson didn't remember having ever seen a house back here before, meaning it was probably a couple years old at the most. This far out of town, the difference in houses from one neighbor to the next could be substantial. Trailers rolled in next to ranch houses that could pass for small mansions, and this new house fell into the latter category. The residents all shared a desire for the peace, quiet, and privacy that came with the large tracts of relatively cheap land in the rolling hill country. Carson, in spite of having enjoyed the perks of growing up in town within walking distance of school, fast food, and the public swimming pool, still found reason to be envious of his friend's place.  "New neighbors?" Carson said. They were now close enough to see a well-tended backyard replete with gorgeous in-ground swimming pool, patio, grill, and vegetable garden. The home could not be seen from the county road. Only an upgraded ling driveway was viewable to the public, and it curved its way thru the track of forest. But the fellas were approaching from the larger forest on the other side of the new home, which sat on a high clearing. The gentle valley to the southwest, sloped toward the secluding woodland. "Yeah," Wes said, lowering his voice. He slowed his approach and tried to utilize the undergrowth as cover from the house. "They built the house last fall and moved in over the winter. Pretty sweet place, if I do say so."  "And what, now you've taken up spying on new neighbors?"  "I prefer the term 'passive observation.'" Wes was clearly a little sheepish at being called on his behavior, but it wasn't enough to deter him from sharing.  Carson followed as his friend moved closer to the yard. Wes finally stopped when he found a small clearing behind some dense bushes, dropping his backpack and crouching down behind the cover. Carson followed suit, though he felt a flutter of nerves and fought down a strong desire to just head back to the house and play some Playstation. Nothing good could come of whatever Wes had led him here to witness. It might have flown when they were kids, but they were both adults now, on the doorstep of graduating into the real world.  "Water?" Wes said, offering him a bottle from his backpack. Carson gratefully accepted it as he was already hot and sweaty from the short hike. Despite only being early May, the late afternoons were flirting with mid-summer like temperatures.  "How long we gonna have to wait for this surprise?" Carson said.  "Shit, get down," Wes whispered, waving him down with his free hand. "She's a little early today."  Carson followed Wes's gaze, toward the back of the new neighbors' house and saw a young woman emerge through the back patio doors. She was wearing a bright yellow beach cover-up type shirt and carried a towel and book. Her legs were long and lean, while her hair was cut to about just beyond shoulder length. Carson could appreciate the view, but still felt a little sullied at his complicity in Wes's voyeurism.  The woman stopped by one of the lounge chairs to lay out her towel and set the book down. It was when she removed her large-framed sunglasses that Carson's heart skipped a beat.  "Is that Emmy Jackson?" Carson squinted to try to get a better look. They were still quite a distance from her, but he was now almost certain that he was right about her identity.  "Uh huh," Wes whispered smugly. "Your secret sweetheart."  "Shut up, dork," Carson said, blushing slightly. Once again, he regretted sharing his secret crush on the new girl in school. Wes's teasing had only gotten worse when Emmy was partnered with Carson in their AP Physics lab. Every time Wes brought up the crush, it made him realize what a coward he was for not having the courage to ask her to the prom, last month. She was a polite girl, though when they worked together it was almost entirely focused on the task at hand. She was rarely forthcoming about herself and Carson always took that to mean a lack of reciprocal interest. Still, she seemed to shy away from most everyone else at school, but that could just be a result of being a new transfer in her last semester of high school.  "I can't believe you've been spying on her," Carson said, unable to avert his own eyes as she set her sunglasses down beside the chair as well. "What the hell would Gracie say if she knew?"  "Oh, she broke up with me last weekend," Wes said, clearly not distraught over the short-lived relationship. She just wanted a prom date, I think. It wasn't worth all the money that date cost me. "Oh."  "Anyway, I wasn't really trying to spy on her at first," Wes said. "Didn't even know she lived back here. But you'll understand why I brought you. Just; about; now;"  Carson felt his mouth involuntarily drop open when Emmy pulled her shirt over her head and revealed a gloriously naked body. STARK. FREAKING. NAKED. There was no way, he thought, that in the real world any girl from his school would do this sort of a thing. Not a nice girl like Emmy, at any rate. She tossed her loose shirt aside with the same casual ease and stretched her arms above her head. He was doubly smitten and knew he now could never, ever hope to find the courage to ask her out. Simply talking to her during class would be a nigh insurmountable challenge. He also knew he'd never ever 'un-see' this graceful image. Emmy walked around the edge of the pool with uninhibited, casual grace, her slender hips swaying gently. Her tits were modest-sized, fetchingly conical and tipped with slightly dark aureoles. She had a flat tummy leading down to a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair. And, as she turned around to let herself down the ladder into the pool, the girl revealed an invitingly perfect ass. She moved with the grace of a ballerina, and perhaps that's the best was to compare her physique, too. "You can breathe now," Wes said, tapping Carson on the leg.  "Wow." He still felt dirty for spying on her, but couldn't fault his friend for wanting to share. “I'd been in a funk after getting a 'dear john' text, Sunday night. I decided to be alone in the woods after school on Monday. "Has it been like this all week?"  "Couple days in a row," Wes said. "Today makes three. And, judging by the complete lack of tan lines, I'd say she's been doing this for quite a while. And by that, I mean years."  "You think she's a?"  "Nudist? Yeah, that's my guess," Wes said. "They're never the ones you'd think, eh?"  "No, guess not," Carson said. He continued to watch her though; as she swam there was little to see other than her slicked back hair and sparkling eyes. It was enough.  "Plus, yesterday I saw a guy come out to call her in for dinner, or something, He looked like some corporate executive, just finishing a board meeting. No suit coat, but a shirt and tie." Wes said. "Must have been her dad. The guy didn't even bat an eye at her lying out naked, nor did she make any effort to cover up, or anything."  They watched on in silence for some time, Carson only shifting his legs the minimum necessary to keep them from cramping up. Emmy swam only for a short while, before climbing back out and returning to her lounge chair. Every slender graceful curve of her body, each highlighted by the late afternoon sun, glistening off the beads of water, entranced him completely. She laid back and opened the book to read, her sunglasses now covered her eyes fully. He wondered at how he could be so completely oblivious to something this big about his lab partner. Did anyone else in school know she did this?  "You know, you have to ask her out now," Wes said, breaking their extended silence. "She's sweet, smart, and obviously likes to take her clothes off."  "I don't think I could ask her now," Carson said. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it. I'd probably freeze up."  "Oh. Well, I guess you won't mind if I make a move, then."  "What? Hell yes, I'd mind." Carson wasn't sure if his friend was serious, or just messing with him. "Besides, what kind of honorable relationship starts with spying?"  "You're spying on her," Wes said.  "Yeah, but I didn't know that's what I was coming here to do," Carson said. "Besides, I liked her before I knew about the naked thing."  "Well, that's why I'm giving you;"  Wes, in shifting his weight around to stretch, leaned into a dry branch and caused it to snap loudly. Both boys froze. Carson, still looking Emmy's way, saw immediately that she had indeed heard the noise when her head popped up from behind the book she was reading and looked straight their direction. Behind her sunglasses, it was difficult to tell just how concerned she was about the sound.  Finally, she settled back into her chair, and brought the book back up. Carson released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding and gave Wes a dirty look. Wes at least had the decency to look embarrassed. The incident made Carson realize that it would be almost impossible for the two of them to sneak away as long as she was still outside, since doing so would almost certainly create more noise and she would likely be more aware of additional sounds.  "You think they go to nude camps and vacations?" Wes whispered several minutes later after their hearts had settled back down.  "I have no idea," Carson said, almost a little defensively. While he appreciated the young woman's beauty, he still felt awkward for being here. He didn't want to be intruding on her personal life. What she and her family did, was neither his, nor Wes's business.  Another minute later, Emmy set her book down, stood up, and went back inside the house. Carson saw it as their opportunity to sneak away without getting caught, and suggested as much to his friend.  "Are you kidding? She left all her stuff outside. The show's probably good for another hour at least."  Carson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, she's very attractive and very naked. If you want to see naked girls, there are plenty on the internet. I think we should give Emmy some privacy."  Wes studied him for a moment. "Either you're turning gay on me, or you really do have a thing for her."  "I'm not turning gay," Carson said, shaking his head.  "See, I was right then," Wes said with a victorious glint in his eye. "Fine, have it your way, Mr. Chivalrous."  As they made their way quietly back through the woods toward Wes's house, Carson couldn't help but look back a couple times, hoping he might catch one more glance of Emmy. He was already wondering how he would be able to look at her with a straight face at school tomorrow.  THURSDAY PHYSICS LAB. It was May 19th, 2005. Carson's heart was beating heavy in his chest and he could feel a warm flush across his face. It was as bad as the time he had asked Janie Holmann to the homecoming dance, only this time he wasn't doing anything nearly as stressful. All he had to do today was sit next to Emmy and work through their physics lab together. His Razor flip phone was silenced, so the teacher wouldn't confiscate it. He carried a box of electrical components to their bench, his heart skipping a beat when she looked up from her notebook and met his eyes. He was certain that she would be able to see right through him, read him like an open book, and openly accuse him of being a peeping Tom right in front of the entire class. It was stupid, he knew, but it terrified him nonetheless.  "Got the meter?" Emmy said as he took his seat beside her.  "Huh?" Carson was so flustered at her saying anything to him that he completely missed the question.  "The volt meter? Did you grab one?"  "Oh, yeah," he said, pulling it out of the box and handing it to her.  "Great, thanks," she said, taking it and setting it aside on the bench. "I think I have the first circuit figured out, if you're ready to start assembling it."  They worked their way through the exercises, calculating the electrical characteristics of the circuits their teacher had drawn up on the board and then testing them with physically constructed models. Carson, usually pretty sharp at physics, found himself making several mistakes while futilely trying to refrain from picturing his partner's naked body under the tight shirt she wore today. Making him even more nervous, Emmy seemed considerably more talkative with him today than he ever remembered. She seemed downright conversational, though he suspected it might just be his mind playing tricks on him.  Mercifully, the lab finally came to a conclusion and they packed up. Carson's nerves had finally started to settle down toward the end of class and he had been able to carry a little bit of conversation without making a complete fool of himself. If she had sensed anything amiss about him, she had not let on.  "Carson?" Emmy said.  "Yeah?"  "I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."  Carson's heart skipped a beat and his palms instantly became sweaty again. "Sure."  "I really need to do well on this final next week," she said. "One of my scholarships I'm getting has a pretty tough GPA requirement and I'm right on the edge. If I don't do well, I think I could lose it before I even see the first check, which would really suck."  "Ouch. They can do that?" Carson wondered. "It's a private scholarship, so yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if you might be willing to give me a hand studying for it. I know you're probably pretty busy studying for all the finals next week, so it's totally cool if you can't;"  "No, no," he said, a little flustered. "I'd be happy to help."  "Great! I figured, since you've practically carried me through a few of these labs already, you'd be my best hope."  Emmy, for her part, looked a little sheepish at having to admit to her shortcoming. It was a look that Carson found both endearing and completely at odds with the woman exuding self-confidence yesterday by the pool.  "Thanks, I guess," he said, feeling dumb the way it came out. "Sure hope I don't let you down. When did you want to study?"  "Are You free after school today?"  "Uh, sure," he said, though he wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember if he actually had any other plans or not.  "We could do it at my house, if you want," she said. 'Where I like to get naked,' Carson heard in the back of his head, the unspoken follow up to that sentence.  "Okay," he said, his voice cracking.  "Here," she said, grabbing a scrap of paper and writing as she gave him directions. " off County Road 4129."  "Yeah, I know where that is," he said as he took the scrap.  Emmy raised her eyes at that. "You do?"  "Yeah," he said, trying not to get flustered. "My best friend lives out there. Not the easiest place to find unless you know where it is. I think he's just north of you."  "No, it's not the easiest to get to, But I love not living in a gated community, Like we did in Humble." she said, a curiously satisfied look crossing her face, before quickly vanishing. "I'll be home by four, so any time after that is fine. Probably sooner is better than later. Call if anything comes up."  "Right," he said, noticing that she'd written her phone number beneath the address. "I'll shoot for four then."  "Great, see ya then!"  Carson nodded and watched dumbly as she headed for the classroom exit. His gaze was helplessly drawn to her butt and the memory of seeing it bare. He might have survived their time together in the lab, but he wasn't so sure he would be able to make it through a one on one study session alone with her. He swallowed hard and pocketed the slip of paper.   INVITED TO EMMY'S SECLUDED HOME. For most of the drive over to Emmy's house, Carson's imagination wildly speculated on how he would react if she were to answer the door naked. It was the sort of fantasy that would probably unhinge him if ever he faced it in reality. Still, he worked mightily to convince himself that she would be nothing other than ordinary during his time there.  Quashing the last twinge of trepidation, he climbed the spacious front porch and pressed the doorbell. Emmy, still dressed in her school clothes, answered a few moments later and welcomed him inside. To his relief, she seemed almost as nervous as he was; the same sort of jitters he got the few times he had previously visited a girlfriend's house for the first time.  "I thought we could just work at the dining room table, if that's okay," she said.  "Sure," Carson said, following a step behind while taking in the new surroundings.  The house was at least twice the size of his parents', but it used its extra space to give the rooms vaulted ceilings and other open areas. Skylights allowed sunlight to cast a warm glow across the wood floors and simple artwork on the walls added elegant splashes of color to the otherwise minimalist furnishings. The place was neat and clean and he got the impression that they were alone for the time being.  "Nice place," he said as they cut through the kitchen and stopped at the broad table already covered with her class notes.  "Thanks," she said. "It's more or l

The Beverage Cart Girl

THE BEVERAGE CART GIRL A COED S SIDE JOB BECOMES AN EDUCATION IN TUMULTUOUS LUST. by Ramone Quides [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6130415&page=submissions]- listen to the podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/BeverageCartGirl.mp3] on Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/BeverageCartGirl.jpg] My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to supplement both my time and pocketbook. One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and said it was easy making good tip money, so long as you knew how to play the boys right . Tammy, most of them like cute/sexy , she said. Chat em up, laugh at their dumb jokes, but cut them off if they get out of line. And most of all, wear clothes that show off that tight little body of yours. The last comment felt vague to me. I was hardly one to have to fend off many boys through high school. I was slim yet strong, having run cross country and hurdles. My body had stopped growing at 5'1" and a lithesome 32A-22-33 figure, and I considered myself plain. It didn t help that my dad was the weightlifting coach and put the fear of God into suitors. Since I had little experience around older men like the ones I d encounter, she ran me through some scenarios to help me get the feel of it. It all seemed pretty simple, so I applied for it and got the job. At first it was OK. Sure, I would get bored hearing their dumb stories and comments, but the tips made up for it as I followed my classmate s suggestions. After a while I became more comfortable with role playing and started buying cuter outfits while honing my skills at flirting with these guys. Truth be told, most were easy to manipulate, and I found pleasure in seeing just how much tip money I could extract from them. As the next semester came around, my available days changed. I was disappointed to lose Ladies Wednesdays and hearing all about the goings on, especially when it came to the salacious trysts among the members. These ladies knew all, and I began to understand the critical value of discretion. The rundown on who was sedate, who was fun and playful, and who was a Lothario helped me proactively manage my interactions with them while maximizing my income. They taught me some tricks as well, confiding in me that wimpy men would spend more on you just for the pleasure of your time and company. Greg West is known to dole out hundreds just to be near a woman, Margie told me once. That poor sap! He s not bad looking, and with a little confidence and guidance could be getting laid once in a while. Rita chimed in. What will your workdays be now? Tuesdays, Fridays and the weekends. You ll enjoy Tuesdays for sure, she responded. There s a foursome of eye candy that any woman would love to wrap themselves around. All four at once would be dee-liciuos! I wouldn t be surprised if they ve pulled that off more than once. Who are they? Phil, Steve, Ralph and Gerry. We call them the surf brats. That s how they met and became friends. But beware, they re well-seasoned. You ll have to be in top form around them. I was certainly interested in seeing what these four were about. It wasn t long before the surf brats and I crossed paths. As described, they were thirty-somethings that were athletic and fun. I confirmed that they swam and surfed together back in college, and by the looks of their physiques had kept it up, much to the pleasure of the women I would see swooning over them at the club. I was especially interested in Gerry. He was about 6 tall, with that strong, tapered swimmer s body that looked scintillating. I found myself looking forward to their company, even dressing special just for them, but Gerry s eyes and voice cut through all that, like he knew there was lust beginning the brew within me. And he d be right. Those eyes both melted and moistened me in a way I d never felt before. On one particularly slow Tuesday I drove through a sheltered part of the course and came across Gerry alone with his bag. He was wearing a muscle shirt that highlighted his features, and those feelings rose in me again. Hi Gerry, where s your crew? I asked. They bailed on me , he replied. But Tuesdays aren t quite the same if I don t get to see what you ve prepared for me. What do you mean? I said rather coyly with a knowing grin. Exactly, he replied. I could use some Heine. I looked at him for way too long before I realized he meant beer (or so I thought), then laughed sheepishly and went to open one. The thought that he was eying me caused me to lose focus, and the unopened can slipped from my hand onto the grass. Then to make things worse I picked it up and opened it without thinking. It sprayed all over the semi-sheer top I d worn that day, highlighting the braless cami I d put on beneath and my aroused nipples. I turned towards him, raising my arms and swearing before I realized how exposed the wet clothing had made me. Flustered and embarrassed for being so obvious, I walked into the nearby washroom to clean off. As I tried to dry and settle myself, I heard Gerry near the doorway. I froze and was afraid to turn around, certain he d see my exposed, aroused state, and the desire in me. He entered the washroom, walked up to me and, for a moment, simply stared into my eyes in the mirror. I turned as if under a spell. Sensing my condition, he easily hoisted me atop the counter, and planted a long, searing kiss on my lips. Disengaging, he raised his eyebrows and head slightly, as if asking permission to proceed further. I stared deeply into those amazing eyes and slowly nodded. I was flush with desire as he pulled the wet top and cami over my head and arms, then hoisted me to him. My arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he began kissing and sucking my neck and breasts. My body let out a yearning moan as I pulled him tight towards me, my splayed pussy spasming with anticipation as I took in his scent. After minutes of delirious entanglement he put me down and backed away a bit. As he pulled his top over his head, I instinctively leaned forward to pull his shorts and briefs down past his thighs. His semi-erect cock and bulbous mushroom head sprung from underneath. It was as thick as my wrist and at least 8 in length. My heart swelled with unbridled lust as I dropped to my knees and stretched my mouth over its head, slurping it to rock hard rigidity before he stood me back up, spun me around and placed my outstretched arms on the wall, saying There s a better place for that right now. He lifted my skirt and slipped my panties off. Arch your ass up, he commanded. I willingly complied, aching for him to fill my depths despite apprehension that much of his massive member would fit. My two previous sexual partners hadn t had anything like his immense manhood between their legs, but my cunt was overflowing with anticipation, resolute to submit and be tamed by this beast. As I heard a condom foil being opened, he licked my pussy skillfully, causing my legs to shake involuntarily and playing me to the edge of orgasm. Elevated to the precipice of exhalation, he suddenly stopped, stood up behind me and rubbed his sheathed cock head across my steamy opening. Push back if you want this, he said. I arched my back and eased towards his waiting tool. Despite my excitement and the concern that my pussy would never submit sufficiently for his plum-like head to fit inside me, I wouldn t back down. He sensed my situation and used his thumb and forefinger to part my vulva, then grazed his blunt tip against my opening, lubricating it with my sodden wetness. I moaned in anticipation and was determined more than ever to take him into me. A resolute push popped his crown into me. I gasped fervently, then remembered where we were and placed a hand over my mouth. He eased the head out and back multiple times, teasing me while lubricating his tip, then pushed halfway in, grazing my G-spot with anticipatory delight. I yelped with pleasure as his massive girth massaged my cunt and induced copious amounts of juices to flow. I began to wriggle my hips as he returned to slow in and out motions, working together to find that perfect angle. Soon the planets aligned, and I let him know by stilling myself. He sensed this and wasted no time, sliding his entirety into me to crash against my cervix with astounding delight. The wind was knocked out of me as I cried out with pleasure, lost in abandonment from feeling so stretched and full. I was in heaven and wanted more, needed more. Regaining my breath, I began grinding back into him, slamming my cheeks against his hips while gasping hungrily for breath. I couldn t believe I d taken him entirely! That thrill and the blunt cervical contact brought me to orgasm quickly and violently, causing my legs to buckle under submission to his onslaught. He pulled out, spun me around to hoist me, and lowered me towards his glistening cock. I reached down and guided it into my wanton sex, then wrapped my legs and arms around him and began riding him unabashedly. Guttural screams filled the air as he wrenched another explosion from my cunt, my legs quaking again mercilessly. He swiftly expunged himself from me, a squelching, popping sound accompanying the sudden void he d created. As

Exchanging Addictions

EXCHANGING ADDICTIONS ISLA TRIES TO GIVE UP SMOKING... AND FINDS A NEW ADDICTION. Based on a post by DaxDante [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DaxDante/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/ExchangingAddictions.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/ExchangingAddictions.jpg] PART ONE - RESOLUTION "Ugh! For fuck's sake!" Jake dashed from the living room into the kitchen. Isla stood at the counter, gripping the countertop in her hands. Her head hung, long dark hair covering her face. Her briefly focused on the roundness of her ass, bulging through her jeans. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned for his flat-mate. "There's not a single fag in the flat! I've looked through every cupboard, every drawer!" "Well, yeah," replied Jake, relieved it wasn't something more serious. "You threw them out. Or gave them to your mates." "I know, but I thought I must have missed some! I'm never that thorough." She turned to look at him, a pleading look on her face. "You don't have any, do you?" Jake shook his head. "I haven't smoked in years, you know that." He stepped over to her, putting his hand on her slender arm. "I know it's tough, but you can make it. It's only been a week." "I know! That's what's so fucking awful! I've barely made it through a week, how can I keep this up?" Isla had given up smoking for New Year's. She'd managed to cut down from ten-a-day to five over the last few months, and thought a New Year's resolution was the perfect opportunity to give up for good. She hadn't really believed just how tough it would be. "When I was giving up," said Jake, "I was on nicotine gum for weeks. You should get some of that." "No, that's no good. It's just giving up one hook for another." "Well, you were looking for a smoke just now," he pointed out. "That doesn't count," said Isla, convincing neither herself nor her flat-mate. She'd idly picked up a pen off the counter and was flapping it about in her hand. Looking around, she absently put it in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Jake felt a brief surge of arousal at the sight. He and Isla had lived together for a couple of years now, matched up by a mutual friend when they both needed somewhere to live. They'd both had a few partners over that time, nothing ever lasting longer than a few months. Jake had developed a huge crush on Isla, and she knew it, but she never really minded. It was flattering, and aside from a little flirting, it never really came up. Certainly it never bothered her. Sometimes she heard Jake wanking in his room, the tell-tale slap and occasional grunt giving it away when he thought she wouldn't hear. It turned her on just a little to imagine that maybe her was thinking of her when he did that. Isla was about average height, reasonably slim, with a decent pair of tits and, she didn't mind admitting, a pretty fantastic ass. She thought she was quite pretty, and plenty of men had been into her over the years. Jake thought she was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous body, and he never missed an opportunity to check out her ass when she was turned away from him. For his part, Jake was fairly tall, averagely handsome, also dark-haired. He'd always wanted to be a little taller, a little more muscular, a little better looking. Isla thought he was pretty nice to look at, nothing to get in a twist about. Not that she hadn't wondered about it from time to time. She caught him watching her as she rolled the pen around her lips. "What?" "You need something to take your mind of the craving," he said. "Something to do with your hands and your mouth. If you're not going to smoke or chew gum, or use vapes or anything else you could get addicted to, you'll need something else." "Don't suggest food. I don't want to get fat." Getting fat would just make that ass bigger, thought Jake, but shook his head. "Okay... what else could you use your mouth for...?" He chuckled as the obvious suggestion popped into his head. Isla got there a split second later. "Oh, don't be disgusting!" she snapped, half-jokingly. "Well, it would be something to do with your mouth and your hands," he noted, "and you did say you enjoyed it." Ah, shit, she thought. Never get drunk and let things slip to your horny flat-mate. "I wish I'd never told you that," she said. It was true, she did really love sucking cock, but that wasn't the point. "I don't even have a boyfriend right now," she pointed out. "Like you'll ever have trouble getting one," he pointed out. Getting turned on and suddenly feeling self-conscious, he turned to leave, but couldn't resist adding, "or I could always take one for the team!" Isla sighed and shook her head, promising herself that she had to cut down the flirting she allowed between them. Still, she couldn't fail to notice the bulge in his pants just before he turned to leave. PART TWO - CIGARETTE Hours later, Isla lay on her bed, scratching at her arms and biting her lip. The craving was getting worse. She looked to her bedside table, at the collection of chewed up pens and pencils she had left in her wake. Jesus, this was getting ridiculous. It wasn't just the craving for nicotine or the sensation of a cigarette in her mouth. The conversation with Jake earlier had been running through her mind. She'd even watched some blowjob porn on her phone, silently in case he was listening, and quickly made herself come, but that had only made it worse. After another ten minutes lying there, unable to get the idea out of her head, she slapped her hands down onto the mattress and pushed herself out of bed. She stormed into the living room, where Jake was watching TV. "Okay," she said breathlessly, before she could change her mind. "Let's do it." Jake turned to her, still half-watching his show. "Do what?" "I'm going nuts in here. I've got to go back to work tomorrow and unless I think of something I'm going to be awake all night fighting these cravings." "So...?" he added, not quite able to believe what he hoped she might be getting at. She sighed anxiously. "I want you... to let me... suck your..." she stopped, an overwhelming surge of embarrassment washing over her. "Woah," said Jake, standing up, "that was just a joke. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't... you know, I would, but... wouldn't it make things weird?" She looked him in the eye, setting her face so he knew she was serious. "Right now, I don't care. You put this idea in my head, and unless I get something in my mouth, I'm going to crack. Can I do it?" Jake found himself unable say anything. Almost unthinkingly, he unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underpants down far enough that his cock, already semi-hard from the very thought of it, flopped out. Isla slowly, nervously got to her knees, looking longingly at the hardening cock. She'd often wondered what Jake's cock would be like, and he hadn't disappointed her. Now almost at full hardness, it was at least seven inches long and of a decent, solid thickness. Reaching out her right hand, she gently held it, unrolling the last of Jake's foreskin to fully reveal his swollen helmet. "Are, are we really doing this?" Jake stammered. "Shush," whispered Isla. "Don't say anything." She leaned forward, opening her mouth, extending her tongue to meet his waiting head. She'd always had a love-hate feeling for the taste of cock, that peculiar flavor, strange at the best of times, revolting at the worst, depending on the man (or, one surprising night, woman, when she'd discovered a friend of hers was trans and couldn't resist trying the experience). But there was nothing else like it, and the combination of that taste with the feel of hot, hard flesh in her mouth was unbeatable. Hell, it tasted better than cigarettes, in any case. Jake's flavor was actually pretty nice. Isla moved her tongue over the head, before bobbing back and forth on his now rock-hard cock. Jake moaned gently, which turned Isla on even more. Her cunt now slick and wet, she slipped her right hand down her pants, steadying herself with her left on the floor. Using just her head, she sucked and slurped, increasing speed and pressure as her excitement rose. It seemed like hours to both of them, but in a little under ten minutes, Jake let out a guttural grunt. His cock got somehow even harder in her mouth as it erupted, thick spunk shooting over her tongue and at the back of her throat. Gagging just a little, her fingers frantically going at her clit, Isla came, the surge of wetness matching the fluid shooting into her mouth. She involuntarily increased pressure, but the sudden hard suck was too much for Jake's tender cock and he pulled out with a gasp. Isla wiped away the trickle of saliva and semen that had escaped her mouth, pulling her other hand out of her underwear. She stood up, barely able to make Jake's eye. "Thanks," she mumbled, after swallowing. "Good night." She turned around and dashed back to her room, leaving Jake standing there, his deflated cock still hanging out and dripping. PART THREE - CIGAR The next morning, Isla got up, showered and dressed as normal, trying not to think too hard about the night before. She was always up earlier than Jake but she made sure to be prompt and quiet this morning. She couldn't believe that she'd actually done that last night. It was going to change everything between them. Flashes of it kept coming back to her: the look of his cock, the feel of it, the taste of his spunk, the noise he made when he came in her mouth. She tried hard to put it out of her mind so she could focus on the day ahead. And she still needed a fucking cigarette! The morning was tricky. Back to work after New Year was never easy, especially when you were going through the combined struggle of nicotine withdrawal and unstoppable filthy thoughts. Isla's job was basic, boring admin at an office in town, as part of a marketing company. It was dull on a good day, frustrating on a bad one, and today was somehow both. Her need for a smoke increased throughout the day. Twice she left the office to run to the newsagent, stopping herself in time and buying sweets instead of fags. Twenty minutes before the end of the day, she allowed herself to finish early and went for a "smoke break." The rest of the team were used to her doing that, and to be fair, half of them did it too. This time, though, she was just going to enjoy the brisk January air and try to get her head in order before she went home and had to face Jake again. Once upon a time there had been a smoking room in the office, a brief idea that soon became history once smoking in the workplace had been banned altogether. So now, the smokers went out onto the roof, via the fire escape. It was a shorter walk than going downstairs to the car park. Heading up to the roof, her coat and scarf tightly wrapped round her, Isla was dismayed to see Steve up there already. She knew there was a chance someone would have the same idea as her, but she'd really hoped she could have some time to herself. Instead, Steve was there, all six-foot-three of him, a tall, well-built black man dressed in a suit. He was the head of the outbound marketing team. Everyone liked him, most of the women had a bit of a thing for him. He was handsome and charming, and right now he was puffing on a cigar. Jesus Christ, I can't take this, though Isla, turning to go back inside. "Isla?" came Steve's deep voice. "You Okay?" She stopped and turned back. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just... I'm trying to give up smoking, so being around cigar smoke is going to be too much right now." She rarely smoked them, but she preferred cigars to cigarettes. They tasted and felt better, although they could be harsh on the throat if you inhaled. "Oh, sorry," he said, stubbing the cigar out on the railing at the edge of the roof and pocketing it once he was sure it was cool. No point wasting it, thought Isla. Her eyes followed from his big hand entering his pocket to his crotch. She'd often wondered just how big Steve's cock was, and from the line of his pants it was nothing to be ashamed of. "You sure you're Okay?" She sat down on the one flimsy metal chair that furnished the roof space. "I'm struggling a bit. Giving up is harder than I thought it would be, and I've been trying to find other things to do to take over the habit." He stepped up closer to her. His crotch was now virtually eye level. "Like what?" "I can't tell you," she said, turning red with embarrassment and giggling. "Well, now I've got to know," he laughed. Fuck it, she thought. She wondered if she might be getting hysterical, but she couldn't help but tell him. "Um, I've... I've tried replacing cigarettes with... with cock." Steve burst out laughing, a surprisingly high-pitched laugh for a man with such a deep voice. "Don't take the piss," he said, smiling at her. "I'm serious!" she snapped. Stupid -- that was a perfect way out but she couldn't let someone accuse her of making shit up. "I sucked my flat-mate's cock last night because it was the only thing to take my mind off smoking." Steve stood there quietly for a moment. "Did it work?" he asked, eventually. She thought about it. "Yeah, it did. I actually felt loads better afterwards. Aside from not being able to look him in the eye." "I'm about a foot taller than you. That should make it easier to not look me in the eye." She looked up at him, disbelieving. "You mean...?" "Anything for a member of the team," he chuckled, stepping closer still. A stunned smile spreading across her face, Isla reached out for his pants, carefully unzipping his fly. "Now, please bear in mind that it is very cold out here," noted Steve. Isla reached in to his underpants and pulled out the biggest soft cock she'd ever seen. It was bigger than most erections she'd seen. "Fuck..." she gasped, "if that's what it's like when you're cold..." She rubbed Steve's fat black cock, rolling his foreskin back and forth, the heat of it a contrast against the cold air. It hardened rapidly, increasing on its already remarkable size until it was a good nine inches long, at least. Thick and with a strong vein down the side, it was the most appetizing thing Isla could remember seeing. "Fuck..." she said again, before lowering her salivating mouth onto it. Absently, she noted that Jake's tasted better, but the feel of this monster in her mouth was incredible. She sucked greedily on it, the huge head taking up half of her mouth. Carefully, she tried to take some of the shaft in, but could only manage a couple of inches. "That's it," muttered the owner of the beast, "take it all in." Isla had never really been one for deep-throating, but the idea of it had always turned her on, and she turned to it more often than not in her occasional porn viewings. The very idea of taking this massive schlong down her throat almost made her gag on its own, but at the same time, she couldn't lie to herself when her pussy was so wet at the thought of it. Gingerly, she moved her head forward, feeling that huge head pushing at the back of her throat. She gagged, pulling away, a long string of drool still connecting her lips to Steve's cock. "You can do it, baby," he crooned, putting his huge left hand on the back of her head and guiding her back. Again, she took his cock in her mouth, letting him move her head towards him. This time she was prepared, and coped with the feeling of it against her throat. Suddenly, he thrust forward, pushing past the barrier, his mighty cock sliding down her throat. She gagged again, panicking, but this only made him moan and chuckle more. "You're Okay, baby," he said. "You can take it." Forcing herself to relax, Isla let Steve thrust his enormous cock back and forth. She'd fantasized about a face-fucking like this, and now it was happening. She couldn't touch herself, holding onto Steve's legs to stop him forcing her even further onto his cock, but she was getting so turned on she thought she might come just from the sensation in her throat. Thankfully, Steve didn't last long. After no more than a couple of minutes, the feel of her tightening throat brought him to orgasm. He emptied himself directly into her throat and pulled out, saliva dripping from his big, dark cock. Isla sat there, coughing and spitting as he pulled away. Steve tucked away his cock and zipped up, before taking a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping his hand on it. He tossed it to Isla. "There you go babe. Clean yourself up and take an early finish." PART FOUR - MENTHOL Isla spent her evening in a daze. She said hi to Jake, but when he tried to talk to her, she made an excuse, saying she was tired from work and not feeling well and would see him later. In all fairness, it was true. She was exhausted and her throat was tender. She went to sleep quickly, obscene thoughts running through her head. The ninth of January came and went. Steve acted like nothing had happened, but said he hoped to see her on a smoke break sometime. Isla found herself eyeing up the male members of the team, the guy who came to fix the photocopier, even the bloke who ran the newsagents, her eyes drawn to their crotches. One thing she wasn't craving, though, was cigarettes... until about halfway through the tenth, when the urge to smoke overcame her again. After spending half her lunch hour trying not to think about smoking, she caved and went to the newsagent. Only a moment's walk from the office, it was always convenient, and she'd become quite chatty with the young Arabic man who worked there on weekdays. "Hi," he said, smiling at her as she came in. "You're just in time. I was going to lock up for lunch." "You don't usually do that," she pointed out. "It's been a slow day," he said. "Thought I'd make the most of it." They chatted for a bit while Isla argued with herself in her head about whether she was going to buy a pack of fags or not. "It's a shitty time of year for us," he said, defeat on his handsome features. "Everyone is on their resolutions, no one's buying booze or fags or porn. It's boring as hell." "Yeah," she admitted, "I've given up smoking." "Is that why you keep coming in and buying sweets instead of fags?" he laughed. God, he really was handsome, wasn't he? Dirty thoughts burst into her head. "What's your name?" she asked, suddenly. "Abdul," he said, "Why?" "Well, I've been coming in here for a while," she said. "About time I got to know you properly. I'm Isla." "Nice to meet you Isla. Look, do you mind if I lock up? Now that I've promised myself a break I don't want anyone else storming in. Don't worry, I'll let you out when you've bought your sweets." "Oh, don't think sweets are going to cut it today," she said, watching Abdul as he locked the door and pulled down the shutter. "What can I get you then? Are you on menthol or regular these days?" "Actually," she said, stepping closer to him, "I've been trying something else to help me kick the habit." "Sorry," he said, "we don't sell nicotine gum. We do have a few vapes though. Different flavors." "Hmm..." she said, a wicked thought crossing her mind. "Do you have any condoms?" Abdul looked puzzled, then hopeful. "Sure thing... why?" "Pick your favorite flavor," she said, "and put it on." "Are you serious?" he said, his handsome features displaying utter shock. "I'm not going to fuck you," she said, quickly, "but I really want to suck your cock." She smiled. "The condom's just for f

Re-entering Eden

RE-ENTERING EDEN FOUR SCIENTISTS FIND THEIR MISSION LED ASTRAY, BY PARADISE. Based on a post by PhilippaMaQuente [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3670650&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/Re-enteringEden.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/eden.jpg] FORWARD: In the beginning, defiance led to rejection and expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Our species was transported to the parallel universe we ve now occupied for several millennia. Legends of that previous world have been handed down to us, along with various elaborations and moral lessons. If we could only access that previous world. A world designed for our inclusion. Does it exist? Is it yet flourishing in our absence? Can we gain a second chance to rejoin Eden? SALLY JOINS AN EXPEDITIONARY TEAM.  You know, the job of a scientist is not always easy, but it's usually pretty rewarding. I've helped discover new species of plants and animals, and I derived a number of medicinal properties from my discoveries, too. I'm a naturalist and explorer. But, sometimes I think existence has an absolutely weird sense of humor. How else could I possibly explain the misadventures my team's had this past week? I mean, where do I even begin to explain all this craziness? We were on the trail of an extremely elusive lemur species on Madagascar when my teammate Brad stumbled into a burrow of some kind. "Shit!" he shrieked, his leg sinking calf deep in an extremely well disguised hole. I rushed over. "Oh man! Are you hurt?" I crouched behind him, putting my arms around his chest, hooked under his pits. I used my legs to try and pry him out of the hole. Our other team members, Marty and Mindy, rushed over to help. "I don't think it's injured, I was just really fucking surprised." He began shifting his weight pushing back with his free leg. "Damn, this hole is deep! What makes burrows like this out here?" "What's the angle like?" Mindy asked. "Most everything in this area are tree-dwellers," "It's weird, it's straight down," Brad said, "and it's like there's nothing below, nothing on all sides. I'm only being squeezed right here at the calf." He pointed to the section of leg we could actually see touching earth. "That is super weird," I grunted, still pulling. He was coming loose. "But maybe, it was just a hollow that got buried by, a storm, or shifting ground. No biggie." Marty threw himself into a crouch and aided me by wrapping his arms around my middle. "On my count," he said. "One, two, three!" we both pulled, throwing our weight collectively into the effort. "It's working!" Brad said happily. "My leg's coming free." After a couple of minutes of combined work, Marty and I got him out and we all fell back in a heap. "Whew!" I grunted. "Brad, your leg ok? Let's see." Pulling away from the hole, Brad rolled up his pant leg and removed his boot. No blood, no bad scratches. It didn't look twisted, and I saw no swelling. "Looks good, Sally," he told me. "Doesn't hurt but I could just be pumping with adrenaline. I'll give it a few." "Good idea," I nodded. "Let's all take ten. Our little kerfuffle probably scared off everything within fifty yards anyway." My team settled down and busted out water and some snacks. Tromping through rainforest looking for tiny primates was hot, thirsty work. "I kinda want to take a look at this hole," Mindy said, walking cautiously toward it. "Could be a nest, could be just an odd patch of hollow ground." "Yeah, let's poke around a little," I replied, after taking a gulp of my canteen. "If it's not an animal den maybe we could fill it up, just so no one else stumbles in and gets hurt." Mindy put herself on her belly and inched over. "Wow Brad, you must've caught it just right. It's hardly big enough for a boot your size." "Hey, you know what they say about men with big feet," Brad quipped in response. He held his palms open nearly a foot and a half to illustrate his point. "You know what I mean?" I playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Sure, but you're not supposed to stick your foot in those holes," I countered. We all laughed, except Mindy. Totally focused, she was peering into the opening with her flashlight. "Guys, this is really fucking weird," she said. "There's nothing down there I can see, nothing at all! And, it's the weirdest thing, but, There's air flowing out of the hole. Cold air!" We all leaned in. I was fascinated. "Buried cave, maybe?" I hypothesized. "Buried something," she answered. "I say we open it up." "Agreed," I said. "Second," Marty put in. Like Mindy, we all flopped down on our bellies and began pulling clumps of dirt away from the hole. The tree roots beneath us had formed a pretty good network to secure the dirt, leaving only that one gap. Pretty soon we'd uncovered a genuine hole in the ground, only about five feet wide, and deep. So deep, and cylindrical in shape, it was like an abandoned well. I said as much. "Solid theory," Brad remarked. "What do we do now? Do we just leave it? We can't fill it in." "We could make a crude sign or marker and post it to warn passerby." Mindy remarked thoughtfully. I used my headlamp to beam down into the hole. It loomed below us, black and yawning, but somehow, though I felt like I ought to be frightened, it seemed more mysterious and tantalizing than scary. I stuck my head in, bracing my upper body at the rim. "Hello!" I shouted into the void, and waited. My voice dropped down, but did not come bouncing back, I waited a while. "Echo!" I dropped the second time, listening intently. Nothing. "This thing must be fucking deep," I muttered, beginning to shimmy back out. Distracted by my own effort, I had to pause when I half caught something that sounded like my name, coming not from my team but somewhere below me. Twisting to look back at them, I asked: "Did somebody call me?" "No," Marty said. "We were all waiting for you." I shook my head and continued dragging myself out of the hole by my elbows. "Let's make the sign," Brad was saying when I felt something touch my wrist. I jerked, startled, but saw what appeared to be a root that I'd brushed, and relaxed again. However, when I was unable to pull free of it, I sought the source, And found myself peering straight down, at a vine curled snugly around my wrist, risen from the depths of nowhere. "Uh, guys?" I started, tugging at my captor. It was firmly set, somewhere. Before they could even look, I felt something, odd. The vine trapping me began to writhe, and suddenly the largest, most spectacular flowers I'd ever seen began to sprout and bloom from it. Big as dinner plates, with a five-petal bloom in the most vivid electric purple. I goggled at the sight of the one closest to me. As the flower came into its full beauty, it released a scent that hit me right in the face, immediately making me swoon with heady intoxication. My body, grew hot. And my mind told me to go down, to let the vine take me. That paradise awaited me down there, Mindy was the first to notice my predicament, and the first to react when I shot forward into the hole not of my own volition. THE PORTAL "Oh shit," I declared, feeling myself dragged headfirst down into what I was already envisioning as some kind of wonderland. Mindy dove on my legs, screaming at the guys to help her, and I felt their weight momentarily halt my progress. It was just my round ass and legs sticking out of the hole at that point. The vine on my wrist grew thicker, and suddenly began growing. It enveloped my whole upper body as I watched and began pulling again. Then more vines, already blossoming like mine had, crept out around me to ensnare my team, dosing each one of them with the intoxicating perfume. I was feeling very warm and very good about the whole thing by then. "Hang on!" I giggled. "We're going for a ride!" The vines got all of us in one fell swoop, and before we knew it, we were all being rushed right along down the tunnel to somewhere, screaming bloody murder in the dark. We fell a long, long time, and at some point I blacked out into nonsensical dreams full of vivid colors and scents but no substance. I didn't know how long I was out, but I did know why I came to. Something was tickling me, between my legs. I was fuzzy, waking up, but when I felt something thick and incredibly bendy probe between my cunt lips and slide inside me, I hollered, coming awake more violently than anything else could have done. Intense pleasure shot through my cunt as something thrust itself deep inside. I looked down. I was sprawled in a plant that resembled a strawberry patch, naked, with my legs tethered open by tendrils of plant life, a shining green vine filling my cunt. It was growing out of the bottom of the thing, which cradled me like a bed. My arms were tethered above my head, and I watched helplessly as another part of the giant vine-plant wrapped my breasts. Two little buds, different from the previous purple ones, latched on to my nipples and began dripping something- I guess nectar- onto them. The long tendril actually inside me plunged deep into my womb, bypassing my cervix in a moment of strange ecstasy. I felt a tremendous rush of liquid fill me, like, a huge swelling, but then it all absorbed into my body. After that, my blood began to heat. My arousal tipped up to an insane degree. "Oh holy fuck!" I shouted. "Mindy? Marty, Brad- where are you? Are you okay?" The vine in my cunt gently plunged in and out of my hole. The buds on my nipples somehow made them extra sensitive and dying for touch. I began to pant. Nearby I heard what sounded suspiciously like Mindy, screaming an orgasm. A third bud grew toward my clitoris and latched on. I howled. The nectar gushed onto that part of me too and sent my insides roiling with need. Brad popped up into my plant-bed. He wasn't restrained, but I did notice he was naked, and had a rather interesting new accessory. A vine was in his ass, plunging back and forth. "Sally!" he gasped, steeling himself against his body's invader. "Everyone's, uh okay, but," He climbed toward me, his erection stiff as hell and huge. "Marty and Mindy are like this too, They're already fucking, God Sally I'm so sorry! I can't help it!" Spurned forward by the vine using his asshole, Brad dove on top of me like a man starving and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Already wild with arousal, I responded eagerly. The vine filling my cunt pulled away and redirected itself into my other hole, The same place it was filling Brad and driving him mad. Once inside me there, the plant spread my legs further and opened me for Brad's cock. "We can worry about this later,!" I grunted out. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" Nothing in the world was more important at that moment than being fucked. Brad did not hesitate. His huge cock speared me immediately. I howled, he groaned. He started thrusting inside my burning hot hole immediately, and as our bodies entwined we realized the heat was overwhelming, our lust scorching. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Sally!" he growled, slamming his hips into mine. I bucked against him, taking everything he had, wanting more. "Yes, yes, yes, oh Brad!" Each of us had our asses plundered, and I felt the penetration from each side within me and screamed my bliss. Brad was fucking like a man on fire, driving his dick so hard into my cunt it was miraculous I felt no pain. Instead I felt heat and good and pleasure so profound my whole body was singing. The buds nipping at my nipples and clitoris had made them so stiff, so swollen in arousal that I marveled they didn't shoot right off my body. The buds finally left my nipples, and Brad seized downward as he fucked me to latch on with his lips, as if driven by innate primal desire. "So, sweet," he groaned through his teeth. I could feel a climax building powerfully inside me. The bud on my clit hadn't stopped its curious brand of soaking aphrodisiac nectar into that most sensitive place, and I was veering dangerously close to stimulation overload. Brad's cock was thicker and bigger and harder than any man I'd ever had before, and the savagery of his thrusts ought to hurt, but they just felt amazing. I was so rabid I just screamed his name, over and over, and I felt another gush of fluid from the vine in my ass. At the same time, Brad surged forward like he'd gotten the same. "I'm going to cum in you, Sally!" he told me with a tinge of regret. "I'm going to cum too, Brad! It's ok, this isn't us!" He wrapped me in his arms. "We're being used, It's not your fault." I breathed raggedly, thrashing myself against him. "No!" he groaned. "I really do like you, Sally! A lot! But I wouldn't have wanted it this way!" "I know! Me too, it's ok, you can cum in me! I need you to cum in me!" I screamed. "Please, please cum in me!" My body, overloaded with aphrodisiacs and stimulation, pitched over the edge. The muscle spasms that went off in my cunt were tremendous, and would have crushed a normal cock. But Brad, inundated by the plant's strange properties, had a dick of steel and pistoned it to the back of me expertly until his body gave up his seed. And believe me, I felt it. It was like the fluid from the vine that had gushed tremendously and then absorbed. He poured shot after shot inside, but it was molten hot and he just kept cumming as I kept cumming, on and on. The orgasm we shared caused an explosion of blue-green blossoms all over our plant bed, and the vines finally released us as we lay shaking in each other's arms. Mindy and Marty finally found us; they were huddled together and spent from their bout of lovemaking. Brad and I joined our comrades, totally naked as well. All four of us left the now docile and incredibly beautiful bloomed plants that had fucked us, and spurned us to fuck each other, behind. When we did, we could not believe the world spread before us. It was a riot of color. Plant life like none of us had ever seen before. Huge blossoms, trees that dwarfed even redwoods, in hot cinnamon red and mossy green. Tall gold grasses that danced in the breeze. Looking around, we noticed all of our clothing and equipment was totally gone, like it had never existed in the first place. We also noticed that Mindy and I were both now sporting breasts the size of small melons, both of our nipples a deep ruby red, our clitorises the same rich color. I also noticed that my belly seemed to be rounding, and growing heavy. Hers too. My breasts ached, almost as if they were filling up with liquid. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," I hummed forebodingly. Instinctively I cupped my stomach with my palm. "What, the hell, Did we fall into?" Marty croaked out, holding Mindy to him possessively. "I don't know," Brad answered. "Am I the only one that heard the voice before we got pulled down here?" I started, trying to keep my rational scientific mind. In fact, I began studying my environment with more critical detachment. I looked up into an overcast, but still sunny, sky, with a faint mixture of pale blues, purples and greens, but saw no hole. Nothing. No cave, either, just lush foliage and Technicolor world. "Voice?" Mindy suddenly barked. "What did you hear?" Her reaction, so sharp and intent, clued me in. "Don't flip out yet, any of you," I said, holding up a hand. "We're scientists. We are making discoveries, got it?" I waited, to see them all understand my meaning and nod. "When the vine grabbed my wrist, I thought I heard my name, first," recollection hit them of the moment, "And after I got dosed by the flower I thought I heard a voice say I should come down here." "I heard the same fucking thing!" Mindy said. "I thought I was experiencing a panic-induced hallucination! It said 'paradise' was down here." I gasped. "I heard that too!" "I didn't hear anything besides our screaming," Brad said, shrugging. He looked at Marty. "Nothing here. But I did get hit by a load of that flower perfume. It made me sneeze but I didn't otherwise feel anything different." "It made me feel drunk, and, horny." I blushed. Stupidly, really. "Yeah," Mindy said. "Me too," she looked down, as if realizing she was naked for the first time. Our erogenous zones were like fat cherries on our breasts and loins. The ache in my tits and the swelling of my lower body led me to my logical conclusions. "Okay, Mindy and I were both dosed by the perfume and had physical reactions, and heard a voice prior to being pulled down here. Logically it seems that the targets are females. Though obviously this place makes use of males as well. Based on my physical sensations and everything that happened in the blue-flower plant, Mindy and I are pregnant. The pregnancies are escalated, and not entirely human. I think, this world not only enhances our reproductive capabilities but needs our fertility for its own." "If it needs both males and females to help it propagate, why didn't it try and lure us too?" asked Marty. "Maybe because it knows that the males will follow their females, especially if they seem to be in danger. Breeding females are an important resource."

Above the Garage: Part 3

ABOVE THE GARAGE: PART 3 FULLY COMPATIBLE. In 3 parts, by Member389 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1139500&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/AboveTheGarage3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/AboveTheGarage3.jpg] The next morning he had the hood up on Ellie's car and had tried turning it over a couple times, and the starter took, but it didn't want to fire. He looked into the possible problems and everything looked in good shape, so he figured he'd look up the symptoms online and most pointed to the fuel filter, so he made a quick rundown the parts store and picked up a new one. That seemed to do the trick, once it was installed he was able to start her car several times without any problem. Ellie came trotting down the stairs with a plate and mug. She walked up to Luke and leaned in fast and gave him a kiss. "Thank you! What was wrong?" "Fuel filter, I replaced it and now it's turning over first try." "Hungry? I got up earlier than I thought so I baked banana bread." He smiled. "Absolutely, let me go wash the gas off my hands." "Here, this will make sure you come back." She broke off a piece and fed it to him. As he hummed his appreciation. "You think that's all that will have me coming back? Remind me to fix the mirror in your bathroom." He leaned in and kissed her again. "That is awesome banana bread though." He grinned as he jogged into the house. He came back out to find her sitting on the hood of her car, half the slice she'd brought out was gone. "Do you drink coffee?" She asked, and he nodded. "Guess I should refill this then, huh?" She chuckled. "If you hadn't taken so long to wash up you might have gotten this cup. Come on up, and I'll slice some more of this awesome bread." "Isn't this how the spider lures the fly into its web?" He chuckled. "Can spiders even make banana bread? I can assure you that I'll never trap you, but as my dad used to say, 'If you want the honey, you gotta deal with the bees.' I think he meant that you have to take a chance on the bad stuff to get to the really good stuff." "Sounds like a good philosophy. I'm kind of scared though. What's the bad stuff?" He paused for a moment. "Have you always been such a deep thinker?" She asked. "I used to get called out by my mom for being introverted and quiet. She was always trying to get me out of my shell." He shrugged and smiled. "But quiet doesn't mean stupid." "I never thought it did." She refilled the mug with coffee and added sugar and milk, and sliced off a fresh slice for him and brought it to him. "What about you Luke? Are you willing to brave the bees to get the honey?" She asked. "I've only been called a coward once, by you." "I called you a chicken, not the same thing." She grinned. "So; what are we doing today?" Luke just smiled and drank his coffee. "Jeans, comfortable shoes for walking, and a sweatshirt. That's all you get for now. We should head out early, maybe 2:30 or 3. Is that okay with you?" "Are we; becoming a 'thing'?" He asked her. The genuine innocence was so sweet. "Well we've only been hanging out a few weeks, but so far so good." She smiled, and noted that she'd been smiling a lot around him. That was a good sign too. She was excited and curious. She'd gladly go where ever he wanted right now. She had a quick realization, that her little seduction of Luke was backfiring and without him even trying she was being seduced by him as well. "Do I need to bring anything? Water, snacks?" She asked pushing for a hint. "No we'll stop at the store on the way." He smirked popping the last bit of bread into his mouth, washing it down with the rest of the coffee. "Oh, I have something of yours too. I'll bring it up when I come to pick you up." She gave him a questioning look. "Don't look so innocent. I turned redder than your satin top when my dad pulled your panties out of my back pocket last night." Ellie bust out laughing. "I was wondering where they'd gone to. I thought you'd pocketed them you pervert." "Oh no! I know now that when you grabbed my ass last night you stuffed them in my pocket! You were hoping I'd get caught weren't you?" Ellie had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard. She didn't have a clue but Luke was hooked now. He had never seen her look more beautiful. "No, oh my god no. I did sneak them in there, but not for that reason. I figured they'd be a nice little memento of our first date." "I thought tonight was going to be our first date?" He asked curiously. "Well I couldn't wait. I invited you to dinner last night, as far as I'm concerned that was our first date." She leaned on her fist smiling at him. "How was it?" He looked at her wide-eyed, slack jawed. She leaned forward and slipped her tongue between his parted lips and they kissed deeply. "It was fun wasn't it?" She asked hoping for a little reassurance. "It was fantastic." He whispered urgently and kissed her again. "I'll see you in a couple hours." He gave her another kiss then stood and left looking over his shoulder at her beaming back at him. He smiled as he headed down into the house to spend a little time knocking off schoolwork before going out for the night. He knocked on her door at 2:30 sharp. She called out for him to come in. He heard close the closet door, and she popped out of the bedroom in jeans and a black turtleneck. She held her arms out. "Is this okay?" She asked. "Perfect." He smiled. They headed down to his car and once again he opened the door for her letting her settle in before he closed it. He hopped into the driver’s seat and they were on their way. He drove out to the shopping center and pulled into a space at the grocery store. "When you were a kid, what were the things you remember most about holiday meals. What was that one thing you couldn't wait for?" He asked, he tilted his head indicating they were going inside. "This is a first, a date at the supermarket." She chuckled. "Seriously. Was there something special that you only had at that time of the year but not usually any other." "Mashed potatoes with a lot of butter and pepper. Oh and my mom only used to make that string bean casserole at holidays. I love that too. Pie is a given, pumpkin and pecan, I'd have both." She smiled. "Good, good to know. He grabbed a basket and they started wandering around the store and he picked up the makings of the casserole. A couple boxes of instant mashed potatoes, and some canned gravy. He found canned pumpkin and put some of that in the basket. "What else?" Ellie gave him a curious look trying to figure out what he was doing. "Well, she used to make glazed carrots too. If we were lucky, relatives from up north would send her a bottle of real maple syrup, otherwise she would make it from butter and brown sugar. That was awesome." He found carrots and put several cans in the basket as well. "Anything else?" "Scrabble, well that's what we called it. The rest of the world knows it as party mix with the cereal and pretzels baked with seasoned salt and our secret weapon, Worcestershire sauce." Luke found the cereal aisle and grabbed the ingredients, and made his way to the chip aisle and found pretzels to go with it stating that they always had pretzels and mixed nuts in theirs. He looked down and seemed to be counting. "Okay, first thing that comes to your mind when I say, comfort food." "Mac and cheese." She said, and he grinned. "Good choice." He stocked up on the blue boxes. "Are we stocking a fallout shelter?" She said nervously. He chuckled. "You didn't see the big hole we've dug in the back yard?" Ellie just rolled her eyes and grinned, she knew this had to be going somewhere and she was getting more curious. They made their way to the front and got in line at the check-out filling a couple of the re-usable shopping bags with their groceries. He stowed all the groceries in the trunk and held the door open for Ellie once again. They were on the road again heading out of town. "Okay, you've got me. I haven't got a clue what we're doing." She giggled. Nearly twenty minutes later Luke turned down a side road following a sign pointing out a fairground entrance. A few miles down the tree lined road the area opened up to fields filled with cars and signs for the county fall harvest festival. He made his way carefully up the dirt path and finding someone directing the parking. "But why the store?" She smiled as he handed her the lightest of the grocery bags. They walked towards the gate and she saw the truck and tables. A sign indicating donations for the holiday food pantry in lieu of admission to the park could be made there. Ellie grinned at Luke, finally realizing his plan. They brought the bags up to one of the tables and the older couple behind thanked them and asked how many items they had brought. Luke told them twenty-seven, ten per ticket had been requested. "We went a little crazy remembering what we loved about holiday dinners and lost count." The lady fawned over them while her husband took the bags back to a sorting area near the truck, and thanked them. They took their tickets and went into the fair. They wandered through the attractions. Luke showed off his prowess for carnival games and won Ellie a stuffed tiger. They wandered through the exhibits, marveling at the giant pumpkins and petting the cute animals. They found the food vendors and ate everything that was bad for them, but you only go to the fair once a year, so they indulged. There was even a concert that night and they sat in the grandstand listening to the band. Ellie was glad he told her to bring a sweatshirt because it had turned cooler as the sun went down. She hardly noticed as they sat there with their arms around one another. He rubbed her back as she held him tight. "Why didn't you just tell me about the food drive?" She asked. "I didn't want you to think I was trying to impress you." He paused. "My folks were pretty lucky. They both had good jobs and made a good living. We've never wanted for anything. Well there was this one time I wanted a dirt bike and they said no, but that wasn't because of the money. I think they just wanted me to live to be twelve at the very least. They never let me get jaded, you know, they always wanted me to know there were people who didn't have. They were much more subtle than the usual, 'Eat your broccoli, kids are starving in Africa' parents. Hell, I never realized that some of those less fortunate families were kids I went to school with until years later. Giving back is just something they taught me to do. Besides it seemed more fun that way." Luke smiled down at her. "I got to tease you for a change." "Well, it didn't work." "Huh?" "I'm impressed anyway." She smiled. "You spent almost twice the cost of those tickets filling those bags." After the last song finished a loud whistle screamed out followed by a loud boom. Fireworks had started behind the stage and they sat and watched them arm in arm. Ellie laid her head on his shoulder as they watched, both occasionally jumping at the explosions. Ellie had taken hold of Luke's hand as they made their way home down the dark winding roads. She massaged it with her thumb rubbing in slow circles. "Thanks, I had a great time." She said softly. She could make out his grin by the dash lights. "Me too." He gave her hand a squeeze. "Luke? When I asked the other night if you've ever made out before, you said you hadn't. Have you ever had a girlfriend? I mean, have you ever had sex?" Her voice was soft but with an inquisitive edge to it. His hand flexed a few times in hers. "No." He replied with a nearly silent sigh. "Any reason?" She pressed. "It can't be that you've never had a chance. You must have had to beat the girls away with a stick in high school." A soft giggle followed the comment. "I was pretty quiet, I didn't have a lot of friends." He shrugged. Neither spoke the rest of the way home. Ellie had laid his hand on her lap and continued to rub it gently, and he rubbed her leg through her jeans. They pulled into the drive and parked. With all the lights off in the car Ellie slid his hand further up her thigh, and leaned over to kiss him. She was eager and let it be known in her kiss and he responded in kind gripping her thigh tightly. "Would you walk me up?" She asked pulling away from his lips reluctantly. He got out and walked around to her door opening it. She stood, looked into his eyes and took his hand and led him up the stairs. "Would you like to come in?" She wasn't sure if she needed to coax him but he was already in the doorway closing it behind him. A faint smile came to her lips and she tried to hide it. He returned the little smirk in kind. "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge. Why don't you open it up, and I'll be right back." She bit her lip and smiled backing her way to the bedroom. She was giddy because she knew she would have him tonight. She undressed and replaced her every day underthings with the yellow lingerie she bought the day they went shopping together, and dressed again. She wanted to see his face as he peeled her out of her clothes. She entered the room and Luke stood up. "Who taught him this stuff?" Ellie wondered. She turned off the overhead light and put on a small table lamp. They sat down on the sofa, Ellie leaned into him pulling her legs up beneath her. "Did you really you have a good time tonight?" He asked. Ellie chuckled and looked him in the eyes. Her smile slipped away as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. "The night's not over yet." She whispered. Luke's nervousness was slipping away as he and Ellie began kissing in earnest. He leaned back pulling her on top of him as their hands began to roam over each other. His hand slid up her back slowly lifting the hem of her shirt, he sent shivers up her spine as he caressed her skin. She joined in and reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt pulling it free of his jeans and ran her hand up his t-shirt playing with his nipple. Ellie broke free of his warm lips and came up to a kneel between his legs, and looked down at him as she crossed her arms lifting her turtleneck up and over her head. She shook her hair out as she tossed the shirt onto a side chair and smiled down at him. She grinned showing off the little yellow lace bra, which made him smile. Luke reached up and grasped the front of her jeans pulling her off balance and back onto his chest in a flurry of giggles. His hands not only roamed her back, but now slid between them as he ran his palm up her bra eliciting a soft moan as he massage her breasts through the fabric. "The clasp is in back." She said in a clear invitation. Using his other hand he reached down between her legs and dragged her higher up his body, placing her breast within easy reach of him. Rather than unsnap the band he slipped the strap off her shoulder and pulled the cup down revealing smooth white skin and puckered pink nipple to his hungry mouth. He kissed it gently, causing Ellie to gasp as his tongue ran lazy circles around the tip causing it to get even harder. Her breathing was short and quick. She pulled away from his agonizing teasing, placing her forehead against his, and closed her eyes. "I don't know if you want this, but I do. Would you take me to bed and make love to me Luke?" He looked her in the eyes for a moment thinking it would be his pleasure. Her eyes closed for a moment, when she opened them, he felt himself fall into their depths, and he was gone. He kissed her deeply. She stood shakily, Luke reached for her steadying her. She smiled as she took his hand and pulled him up too. He wrapped his arms around her taking her mouth with his again. He fumbled a few times with the hook of her bra. She smiled. "Don't worry, practice makes perfect." "I hope I get a lot of practice then." She walked backwards pulling him with her into the bedroom. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans turning and giving her ass a little wiggle as she pushed them off showing her yellow lace panties, which thanks to the heavy petting on the couch were now quite damp. She kicked them aside and turned back to Luke who just stood there staring, his mouth hanging open. She smiled and pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He reached to take off the tee, and she stopped him. "Allow me." She lifted the hem of the shirt and ran her hands up his chest and sides lifting the shirt with it. "You don't know how much I wanted to do this yesterday morning when you answered the door." She smiled as she stroked his nipples with her thumbs. "I want you to know how good this feels." She said leaning forward and taking one into her mouth swirling her tongue and flicking it. Luke's breathing got shallow a fast. She took it between her teeth, giving just a light tug before letting it free. Luke gasped at the sensation. She pushed the shirt up and he raised his arms letting her pull it off completely. "Damn do you look good without a shirt on." She said. "You look pretty fantastic without one too." He replied smiling. They kissed again, their bare chests touching for the first time sent shocks through them both. The heat they were building was intense and made the room feel cool in comparison. He felt hands on his belt fiddling with it to get it loose, soon his jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper slid down. Her hand slid down inside massaging the length of him through his boxers. "Hmm , that feels nice." She mumbled into his kiss. "It's not very;” She halted him with a firmly planted kiss. "Enough of that, you've been watching too much porn." She giggled. "Remember, the pyramids were built with hand tools, it's not the size of your tool, it's how you use it." That made Luke chuckle. She began kissing her way down his chest and stomach and eventually knelt in front of him. She reached up and tugged the jeans down to his knees seeing his boxers strain to contain his hardness. She peered up at Luke from under a fallen lock of hair as she reached slowly for the waistband. She pulled down slowly, revealing it finally. Slowly a grin crept across her face as she looked up again. "It's perfect." She said biting her lip. She looked down at it, he wasn't huge, but he was above average. She couldn't wait to have him inside her. She peeked up again. "Mind if I take the edge off for you?" Luke just tilted his head wondering what she meant just as she lean