Spells and Retributions: Part 2

Spells and Retributions: Part 2

SPELLS AND RETRIBUTIONS: PART 2 FOUR BODY-SWAPPED TEENS HAVE MORE SEXUAL FIRSTS. Based on a post by shimm2 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/shimm2/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/SpellsAndRetributions2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/Spells2.jpg] To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started. A NIGHT IN WOODLAND CAMPGROUND: PART 3 A CAMPFIRE SHOW, A LAPDANCE, FOLLOWED BY COUPLES COUNSELING, & A SHOWER In 3 parts, by m storyman x [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1032891&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/ANightInTheWoodlandCampground3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/ANightInTheWoodlandCampground7.jpg] I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina. "Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat." "Like I said last night, you aren't fat." "Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers. "Hey, you wanna get her back?" "Who?" "Linda." "Okay. How do we do that?" "She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so." "She might like that." "Maybe. We'll see." "Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes. I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy." "Yeah?" "Got a minute." "Maybe, what's up?" "In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..." He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers. "Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp. "Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me." "What?" "You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn." "Wait, why would they do..." "They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something." "They're really not going to let me in until I do?" "That's what I said." "Oh shit." "What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her. "That s the way you want it?" Linda clarified. "It seems fair," I answered. She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips. "Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?" "Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit. "I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered. "Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me." I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her. "Oh yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned. Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her. "Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me." "Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch. "That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda. The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body. "Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers. "Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back. "Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly. "Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower." I grinned and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock. "So they're naked," he answered. "And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?" "I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at." "I'd do that to you." "What?" "Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me." "Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?" "What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?" "I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?" "The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?" I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction. "Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper. "Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?" "I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself. "Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled. "Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her. Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me. "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?" Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road. "Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?" "With your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?" I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to." She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. "You mean like this?" I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock. "How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance." "Right there, in public like this?" "This guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?" "You wouldn't," he responded. "Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!" "You wouldn't," he repeated. I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by t

Spells and Retributions: Part 1

SPELLS AND RETRIBUTIONS: PART 1 4 VIRGIN COEDS END UP IN EACH OTHERS' BODIES. Based on a post by shimm2 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/shimm2/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/SpellsAndRetributions1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/Spells1.jpg] WEDNESDAY NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING, 2010 CHALLENGING MARY "But is every birth control pill a sin on its own?" Chris asked them. It made Mary's head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of them alone. The four were sitting on the back patio of the boys home. Their parents were out for the evening. It was a warm Sunday night, early in May. This wasn't a double date, at least not according to what Mary told her parents. And not according to what the four 18 year olds told each other. It was a group outing. The parish priests encouraged teens to organize these, rather than fall into sinful temptations by being paired off with someone. Chris's brother Paul answered. "I asked Father George about that, and he said it was." "Did he justify it with scripture though? You ask him if something's a sin, odds are he'll say yes," Chris argued. Sometimes I wonder if priests would call anything a sin, if it violates their own celibacy vows. Theresa looked annoyed. "It's clear, okay? Every time you take a pill, you're doing that with the intent of having sex without having children. I don't know how we get onto this kind of topic. It's not like it applies to any of us, right? Sex before marriage might be something other people do, but we're Christians after all." "Amen," Paul said, tenderly, with no irony. There are other medical conditions that are treated with the hormone pills. Like the woman with the issue of blood; Chris pointed out. It can help a correct menstrual cycle problems, too. True, Mary conceded. Jesus healed that woman, but it s not inherently sinful to take medicine, either. We can t assume others are sinning, if we don t know their circumstances. Mary secretly hoped Paul & Theresa would pair off and leave her with Chris, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. While Mary might be willing to cross the line, no way would Theresa. She was really pious. Generally Mary liked that about her; it helped her stay strong. Paul and Christopher were fraternal twins. Born the same day, but Paul was taller than Chris, and had sandy blonde hair, unlike Chris s more muscular build and brown hair. Their parents often hosted church youth gatherings, so Mary s parents assumed this evening was more structured than it actually was. "Yeah, it's cool," Chris said. "Should we play a game?" Paul took initiative and offered; "If you all are interested, I uh; found this spooky book in the downtown library," Paul said, placing it on the table. It looked really old, but it was in good condition for its age. He opened it up to a certain page. "Check it out. It has some kind of spell, I think?" "What for?" Mary asked. "Do we get to make wishes, or talk to the dead?" Paul shrugged. "I don't know. That part is written in code or something. Whatever it is, it's not English or Latin." Chris slid the book over by him, interested. "Well, you know I couldn't make any heads or tails of this at all." "So you're suggesting we hold some pagan ritual? That doesn't sound right," Theresa said. "Just for the fun of it. It's not like any of us actually believe in the Greek gods or demons or whatever this is supposed to summon," Chris said. "What do you think, Mary?" Mary gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I love this weird occult stuff. I mean it's all fake, but it's interesting anyway. What do we do?" Paul got up and opened a cabinet. "Okay. We have to light a candle; and probably turn out the lights." He got the scene ready on the table in front of us. Theresa was begrudgingly going along with it. She hadn't objected again. Paul turned out the light so it was just the candle illuminating the group sitting around the table. With the book in the middle, they started chanting the words together, though it took a couple tries. When they reached the end of the poem or whatever it was, the candle went out. Mary gasped in surprise. This was a little too real. In the darkness she heard Chris burst out laughing. "Hey, that wasn't funny, guys," Theresa complained. A moment later she turned the light back on. She was so confident they were all virtuous Christians, but she didn't want them to be in the dark together too long. "Which one of you blew out the candle?" They got into a little argument about who it had been. No one wanted to take credit, but Mary suspected one of the boys had done it, and wanted to just leave it unexplained. Theresa and Mary left not long after. Theresa dropped Mary off at home. "See you tomorrow," she called. Mary waved to her as she went inside. In just a few minutes Mary was ready for bed. She was kind of a modest girl, and a little curvier than her peers. She didn't bother with a lot make-up or jewelry or contacts. She settled into bed and thought about Chris again as she drifted off to sleep. A PARALLEL WORLD. Mary opened her eyes, and found herself in an unfamiliar room. Or rather, she didn't exactly find herself in the unfamiliar room. She didn't find herself in herself at all. The first thing she was conscious of was that she had morning wood. She'd never had that of course. As she shifted in the covers, it kept pressing against and rubbing against the fabric which was stimulating, but not an entirely nice kind of stimulating. Then she noticed she didn't have the d cup breasts that had always gotten her attention she didn't want. Gone too were her thick thighs, hips, and ass. Sitting up in bed, she looked down and saw the outlines of a rib cage under her pale skin. And that morning wood was now sticking straight out from her crotch, so firm and engorged, and so sensitive, begging to be touched. She had never seen one of these in real life before, so she felt a thrill as she put a hand on it. She felt the warmth of the shaft in her hand, and she felt the warmth of her hand through her shaft. It was a revelation. Briefly she wondered if jacking off this cock would be a sin, if it wasn't even truly hers. But that worry was quickly lost. She was so absorbed in the task at hand, that a rustling on the other side of the room startled her. It turned out the other bed was occupied! On the other bed, Chris sat up, and Mary abruptly realized that he could see her stroking her cock from there. And if she was in a boy's body, and that boy was sharing a room with Chris; that meant Mary was in Paul's body. "Having trouble with that?" Chris asked, gesturing to her lap. "Are you joking?" Mary asked, finding it awkward to talk in Paul's voice. "Does it look like I'm joking?" Chris asked, pulling the covers aside. He too had an erection sticking out of his lap. Chris came over and knelt by the bedside, and quickly started licking the head of Paul's cock. Mary quickly surrendered herself, letting him go to town on her. This wasn't anything like she expected her first time with Chris to be, but she could hardly complain about how he was making her feel. "Oh Chris," she moaned. In a teenage boy's body, it didn't take long for her to feel the sperm rising. "I'm about to uh...ejaculate," she said, struggling to find the right word. Chris kept bobbing his head as Mary felt the enormous release of Paul's load down his brother's throat. "Let me reciprocate," Mary said, coming down from her climax. The very nature of this male climax felt so foreign to her mind, it was an entirely new feeling. She might be in Paul's body, but she still had feelings for Chris and wanted to lick his cock as tenderly as he had licked hers. "Too late," Chris said, and Mary saw him wipe a puddle off the floor with a dirty sock. "Next time," Mary said. In the silence that followed, Mary felt condemned on two fronts. She was ogling Chris s naked cock with lust in her heart. And she had just been a passive participant in a sodomite sex act. This was too weird and she fought to clear her mind with a distraction.  "Hey Chris, are you; yourself today?" Mary asked, in Paul s voice and body. "Yeah, why?" he asked nonchalantly. "Um, this is going to sound weird, but; I'm Mary. I woke up in Paul's body this morning," she said, nervous about how he would react. The two compared narratives on what transpired the previous evening, and concluded that the book of spells had affected the supernatural phenomena they were now experiencing. "That explains it. I don't normally do this, jacking off; in Paul s presence. Paul and I don't. But I just had a feeling that you were someone different today, and I could tell you didn't know how to use the; equipment," Chris said with a smile. "So you and Paul switched bodies? That's wild. I guess you'd better find him and figure out how to sort all that out." "Yeah, I guess so," Mary said, giving him a shy smile that probably looked weird on Paul's features. They each showered and got dressed, then went through their morning springtime routines. Mary followed Chris's lead. Chris drove them both to school. It felt good to sit next to him in the car. She wished she could do more, hold his hand, lean her head on his shoulder; but it wouldn't look right, with her in Paul's body. And Chris's earlier display of exhibitionism seemed to have cooled. "Do you know where you need to go? I mean, do you know where Paul goes for homeroom?" Chris asked. Mary dismissed the fleeting inclination to ask for his help. She also wanted to impress him. "Yeah, of course." "Good. I'm going to drop you off in front here, and then go find a parking spot," he said. "Thanks, Gawd, this is weird." Mary declared, as she climbed out of the car. Paul's backpack felt really heavy. She wove through the thick crowd of students out front and into the halls of the school. This wouldn't be their school for long, she thought. She had an eye out for Paul; or rather for Paul in her own body. She was craning her neck trying to see down the hallway, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Theresa. Mary thought it was weird to be seeing Theresa from above; Theresa was usually the taller one. "Hey? Paul? Didn't you hear me calling your name?" Theresa asked. "No," Mary said. "Listen, you're not going to believe what happened to me." "I know," Theresa said, matter-of-factly. "Come with me." Theresa took Mary's hand, or Paul's hand really, and tugged her around the corner, past the bathrooms and the vending machines, and into a supply closet. Theresa shut the door behind them. "Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I'm not really Paul," Mary said. "Mary, I said I know," Theresa grumbled. "What do you mean?" "Because I'm Paul," Theresa explained. She started taking off her shirt while Mary thought for a moment. If she was in Paul's body, and Paul was in Theresa's body, then maybe the three of them had been switched around. After all, Chris said he wasn't any different, other than feeling a sudden desire to enjoy mutual masturbation. Theresa; Paul, actually; was quickly down to his panties. Well, the panties belonged to Theresa. Mary couldn't keep it all straight. "Why are you getting undressed?" Mary asked. "Can I ask you a favor?" Paul asked. "I've been out-of-my-mind horny since this all started, and I know it's a sin, but I tried masturbating down there, but still! And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not only to feel what it's like from the other perspective, but to feel what it feels like for someone who's with me in particular; " "What are you suggesting?" Mary asked. "Would you please have intercourse with me?" Paul pleaded. Mary was caught off guard. She was supposed to wait until marriage, but she had thought about giving it a go early with Chris, and then there had been the blowjob that morning, and Mary still wasn't sure what that counted for. And now Paul was propositioning her. But it was also easy to ignore that it was Paul in Theresa's body, because it ultimately was Theresa's breasts before her, her nipples erect, her bush exposed, her eyes looking up at her full of hope and desire. Mary never would have thought she was attracted to Theresa, but her mind and Paul's teenage boy hormones were mixing. "I don't know," Mary said. She realized her uncertainty alone would reveal a lot. Paul handed her a condom. "Here. We won't leave a trace. It'll be like it never even happened, and Theresa doesn't even need to know." "I'm not sure I would go that far," Mary said. Theresa would deserve to know if her virginity had been taken. But would it be Mary who had taken it, or Paul? And would Theresa have really lost her virginity at all, if she didn't participate in it? Somehow despite the intensity of her orgasm earlier that morning, this was all quickly getting her worked up again. Paul reached out and unzipped the fly on her jeans; his jeans, letting the erection inside free. Paul reached into the boxers and caressed it. He knew exactly what to do, since it had been his own, up until today. Mary's objections were shrinking from view. "But I guess you're right, that it wouldn't do her any harm," Mary belatedly finished the thought. "And then we've got to get this all sorted out today." She stepped closer and kissed her friend on the lips hungrily. CHRISTOPHER S PARALLEL PARADOX. He immediately felt different when he woke up. It wasn't just the texture of the big t-shirt he was in, or the fact that he was wearing a t-shirt at all. It was the round bulges of flesh underneath that shirt, it was a body with weight distributed very differently from his own. The alarm was beeping, and it took him a minute to figure out how to silence it. And then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Holy shit! He was Mary. He sat down on the edge of the bed, dumb-founded. He'd never been to Mary's room, but that had to be where he was. He realized he had to roll with the situation. Hopefully Paul would know how to undo whatever they'd done the night before. Chris pulled the t-shirt up over his head and reached for a clean one from the open dresser drawer. He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror, of his bare breasts, of the panties covering his crotch, and that's when it really hit him. Chris had never seen breasts before, not in real life, not up close like this. Should he fondle them? Mary would never know. It was too good to pass up. Like the teenage boy he was, he started to get turned on at the sight of Mary almost naked, but it didn't have to stay "almost". And quickly he learned what her breasts felt like, and what it felt like to be felt up. Cautiously, he slipped the panties down. He'd probably need a fresh pair of those too, especially since he could feel the heat and moisture building between his legs. It almost felt like an erection, the way he was swollen down here, and begging to be touched. Chris had certainly never touched a snatch before, and he explored the outer folds of skin, slowly, carefully. But if it hurt, he'd know. He knew right away when his index finger nudged his clitoris. It felt like an electric jolt of pleasure. And while it didn't feel like it would take much clitoral stimulation to get him off, there was more he wanted to discover. He found that he was indeed getting hot down there, and sopping wet, and his middle finger slid into the tight muscle within. Chis could only imagine what it would feel like to be penetrating Mary's snatch with his cock, when he had it back. And he could only imagine what it would feel like to have something more than a finger pressing into him, probing him deeper. He was on the edge of orgasm when Mary's mother called out, "Hurry up, honey! You're going to be late for school!" With a sigh, Chris wiped his fingers on last night's shirt and got dressed. Even though he knew he had to dress like Mary would, and play the part, it felt a little odd to be putting on her clothes. It took him a few tries to get the bra fastened, and even then, the hooks were lined up wrong. At school, Chris felt the urge to pee, and unthinkingly he went into the men's room like usual. It wasn't until he had wiped himself off that he realized his mistake, but by then it was too late. With his pants down, he thought about finishing what he'd started back in Mary's bedroom, but he decided he shouldn't linger in the wrong bathroom too long. When he came out of the stall, he found himself face to face with himself. "Hey, bro," Chris heard himself say. In Mary's body, Chris asked, "Paul? Is that you?" "Yeah," Chris's body replied. "Lucky you, eh? Getting a morning alone with Mary's body?" Chris laughed. He considered denying it, but his brother wouldn't believe that for a second. "It's been; educational." "There are other things you could learn, other lessons we could teach her," Paul said. "This is a golden opportunity. Can I take a look?" Chris dropped his pants again (Mary's pants) and got up on the counter and spread his legs (Mary's thick thighs). Paul leaned over to get a look, so close Chris could feel his got breath on his glistening vulva. And then Chris nearly jumped when he felt Paul part those lips, and slip a finger into him. That aching desire that had been with Chris all morning suddenly flared up. He gasped aloud. "Relax," Paul said. "This is Mary's cunt, not yours, remember?" Chris nodded for his brother to continue. He knew what it looked like when he had an erection, and it wasn't hard to tell that his cock was straining against his pants fabric now. "What do you think? Should we fuck this slut?" Paul said with a wicked grin. "I think she's a virgin," Chris said. "Then you could be the one to do the honors, brother," Paul said. "Don't you want to know what it feels like? I know I would, if I were you." The truth was, at this point Chris hardly needed to be convinced to get fucked. Or to get fucke

A Furtive Affair

LIFELONG FRIENDS SEAL THE DEAL. Based on a post by Baztrachian [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Baztrachian/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/AFurtiveAffair.mp3] at Connected. [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast] [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/AFurtiveAffair.jpg] I was seven years old when our next door neighbors had their first baby. They named her Eden and she was your typical bouncy baby girl but maybe a little on the light side at just under five pounds. By the time she was three she'd been in and out of doctor's offices with growth problems and eventually she was diagnosed with a variation of Turner Syndrome. For the most part it meant that Eden would be a smaller person but it also manifested with a severe scoliosis. Meaning her back was twisting. The treatment was a very restrictive back brace that she'd wear through to adulthood and the once bouncy baby became quiet and withdrawn as the pain inflicted by the brace affected her personality. She could never get comfortable and was always lacking sleep and her parents were at their wits end. Their beautiful baby girl was tearing their marriage apart. One fine Friday Eden's parents needed to take an evening off so they left her in the care of my family. We had a decent enough time with the little girl but as the night wore on she was getting tired. I was reclining on the couch and Eden crawled up on me, laid herself down on me with her belly against mine and where she was finally comfortable she slipped into a deep sleep. I knew how important this was and I put aside my own selfish concerns to let the girl sleep. By the time her parents arrived after 10pm both Eden and I were fast asleep. My mother told me that Eden's mother cried at seeing her daughter sleeping peacefully and it was decided to leave the two of us until the morning. In due time Eden was taking naps with me almost daily. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay overnight on the couch with me so she could sleep. Her parent's marriage situation improved and they had a second baby girl who was perfect in every way. Over the years I saw Eden as 'my' girl and when I left for the Marines my eleven year old girl cried. But with her back being in better shape due to the brace treatment she didn't need me as much as before. Or so I thought. It was eight years before I returned to civilian life and came home to stay. It's not like I didn't get leave every now and again but with the war it was hard to get leave and make the trip home. As fortune would have it I made it home in time for a very cold and snowy Thanksgiving holiday. As a result of the Turner Syndrome my Eden was quite the elf. She was very small but with the obvious fullness of a woman. She had an air of calm about her that I found captivating in an entirely new way. Her back problem and the subsequent treatments had blessedly left her with perfect posture and she was also quite elegant and regal in her appearance. It was a bit of a shock to me when I realized that I was kind of smitten with my long time friend. We didn't have much time to talk in the midst of preparations for the upcoming holiday. Still, we saw each other often enough and smiles and hugs were exchanged almost constantly. Our families came together for what my military mind saw as a joint operation; Thanksgiving dinner. It was a happy and warm dinner and all through the evening I would look in Eden's direction and see her looking back at me. Due to unexpected guests it was decided at the last minute that I'd be staying over at Eden's house for the night. I'd sleep on their couch recliner for the night. I'd slept in worse situations so this was really no hardship for me. After doing my usual bathroom duties at home I went over to Eden's house for the night. I got into my usual night time outfit of a t-shirt and boxers, grabbed a blanket, reclined, and turned on the TV to catch up with the culture. I'd just gotten my toes warm when I heard the sound of light footsteps on the stairs. "Hey." said Eden. She was wearing a flannel sleepshirt and her legs and feet were bare. I found myself pushing away a sudden flood of improper thoughts. I smiled at her. "Hey, yourself. Whatcha' doin' up so late?" She fidgeted as she looked at me. "Can't sleep. My fucking back hurts." There was a question in how she spoke to me. "You need me to hold you so you can sleep?" She practically beamed at me yet her answer was quiet, "Yeah. Do you mind?" "Naw," I said as I help up the blanket for her, "it'll be just like old times." In a flash she scrambled into my lap and settled into her familiar place on my body. Her belly was on mine, her head was on my shoulder with her face snuggled into my neck, and her legs were straddling me. Just like old times. "I missed you." she whispered. "I missed you, too." She tensed up a bit, "Did you meet a lot of women while you were gone?" I chuckled, "I spent most of my time stationed in Saudi Arabia and it's not really a place where you can go on a date. Meaning the answer to your question is no, there were no women in my life while I was gone." "Good." she said as she snuggled up to me and did something to adjust her sleepshirt. We sat there for not very long when Eden's mother came downstairs and found us together. I wasn't immediately certain how Eden's mom would feel about her daughter snuggling with me but she smiled approvingly as she sat down. "I can see Eden's happy to have you home. She never slept as well as she did when you'd hold her." Her mom pulled up a blanket of her own and cuddled up at the other end of the couch as we watched a recently popular drama on the TV. It was probably fifteen minutes later when I noticed Eden's mom slipping into a slumber. It was also about the same time I thought I felt Eden adjusting herself again. And then I felt a warm kiss on my neck. My twenty-six year old body promptly responded and I was a bit embarrassed by a growing firmness between my legs. A firmness that was also between Eden's legs. I thought she was adjusting herself again when I realized she was grinding herself into me. My cock went from firm to hard in a split second! Her head rose up from my shoulder and we looked each other in the eye. She kissed me on the lips and I gently kissed her back. Her mother snorted and caught a breath and we both froze. We both slowly swiveled our heads in the same direction and saw her mother's head loll off to one side as she slipped deeper into sleep. Eden's eyes returned to mine and we kissed again. Then I felt her delicate hand move between us. I felt her fingers move over my boxer shorts and then she found the fly. I caught a breath as her hand slipped inside my shorts and grasped my cock which was standing at attention. She maneuvered it a little until it was freed. Then both of her hands went to my shoulders as she started moving on me again. I felt something soft and silky on my cock and realized that Eden wasn't wearing any panties. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered. She gently nodded and whispered. "I've been sure about this since I was thirteen." She rose up on me and then settled back down neatly capturing the head of my cock in her moist cleft. I fought off my urges and let her take the lead so things would happen at her own pace. I was a little surprised when her body suddenly opened up for me and her hips settled onto mine. I couldn't stop myself from gently fucking her. The two of us moved slowly and gently and somehow I managed to resist the urge to fuck her hard and cum. We stopped a few times and just held each other. I loved simply being aware of her body wrapped around my own. Again we froze as we heard her mother stir. Eden put her head on my shoulder and relaxed herself on top of me. Her mother sat up and got to her feet, gently tossing her blanket on the place where she had been sitting. She moved to the end of the couch where Eden and I were currently involved and gave her daughter a gently rub on the back. Then she smiled at me and mouthed, 'Good night' as she went upstairs. When I heard the bedroom door close I pulled Eden back up to face me and I kissed her as we started to make love a little less gently. It wasn't long before my hands went to her hips and held her tight as my cock spewed cum into her body. Still joined, we both fell asleep. But when the 5am news came on the next morning I felt her moving again. My cock firmed up inside her and we started to move. A few minutes more and I was filling her pussy with cum again. The weather girl came on and chirped about how there would be a light dusting of snow that day. She was just starting to discuss the upcoming clear days when Eden pulled herself off of me. She gave me a chaste kiss and then quietly moved up the stairs to her room. The sun was up and the smell of coffee was obviously close. I stirred and found Eden's mom holding a cup of coffee for me. "I wasn't sure what it was going to take to wake you up." I thanked her for the coffee and she sat down next to me. "I'm glad it was you." she said. I woke up a little more. "I beg your pardon?" She smiled. "I'm glad you were Eden's first. She loves you, you know." Whoa. I'd fucked her daughter and she approved! I sucked in a breath and tried to compose myself. "Ummm." I clumsily sought words. "It's okay, really." she said, "just marry her and give me some healthy grandchildren, okay?" Enemy fire would have been easier on me at that moment! (to be continued) EDEN EXPLORES HER MAN. After Thanksgiving was over I was able to go home and move into my old room. It wasn't really my room anymore but at least it was a place to stay for the time being. Although Eden and I saw each other every day it seemed that we always managed to avoid the topic of what had transpired between us. Mostly because someone else was always present and then we still exchanged knowing glances between us. It was the first week of December and I was outside shoveling snow when Eden's mom drove up the street. I waved at her as she pulled into the driveway and parked. She got out of the car and walked over to me and I put down the shovel. "Eden's father left to go work on the Seattle project. He'll be gone for a week. I'm going to go visit my mother in about an hour and should be back around the same time as my husband." She paused for a moment to see if I understood her. I did but I wasn't sure what I was hearing. "I'd like you to keep an eye on Eden while we're gone. Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep at our house. Naturally, you'll behave yourself, right?" She smiled as she said this. "Yes, ma'am, I'll behave myself." She turned to walk away and then did a little pirouette to face me with a wry smile. "No, don't you dare disappoint my daughter." I have to admit, it's not often you run into a woman who all but asks you to boink her daughter. As a matter of fact I'd never heard of it happening before. Later that afternoon I gathered a few things in my Molle pack and then told my folks I'd be next door. My mom invited me to bring Eden over for dinner and of course I agreed. You'd think I'd instantly have other things on my mind but my new relationship with Eden was something I was still trying to wrap my head around. I knocked on the door and my beautiful Eden opened the door. Her sapphire blue eyes lit up as she smiled at me. With her wispy blond hair framing her delicate features I had a moment where her elfin qualities took my breath away. "I hear you're supposed to protect me for the rest of the week!" she chirped. The door closed behind me and the warmth of her kitchen was a welcome respite from the winter's chill. "Yeah, okay, so what's with your mom?" I asked as I put down my bag and undid my coat. Eden sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and pardon me for a moment if I say that watching her sit down was something special. She didn't so much sit in the chair as she perched on it like a bird. She'd always sat this way because of her back problems but at the same time it was a sight to behold as she'd gracefully execute a few movements and then settle into the chair with her feet and legs neatly folded beneath her body. "Like a couple years after you left for the Corps my mom got it into her head that she wanted to have a lot of grandkids. She talks to me and Callie about it all the time and after she caught you and me together she wouldn't stop talking to me about us starting a family." This was all pretty fucking fast for me and it took me a few moments of silence to consider the impact of all of this. I took a breath and let it out slowly. "It sounds like we're already engaged." I said as I sat down. "I certainly hope not!" she said as she unfolded herself from her chair, "You can propose to me when you're ready but before that happens I want us to have some very inappropriate sex!" She came to me and taking my face in her hands she kissed me. My hands naturally went to hold her and I couldn't help but notice her tight trim body. When we broke our kiss it seemed like Eden just mentally shifted gears. It was as if we hadn't had this moment as she went to make a light dinner for us. We chatted as she boiled carrots and fried a couple hamburger steaks. She opened a bottle of a tasty red table wine and then we sat across from each other as we ate. "This is our first dinner together as a couple." I said. She smiled. "It is, isn't it? Maybe the first of many." After dinner Eden suggested we get 'more comfortable' for the evening. She grabbed my bag and carried it up to her bedroom where she aimed me at her bathroom and told me to change saying there was something in there waiting for me. I went along with her and in the bathroom I found an ankle length men's robe all in black. It was so soft it was almost like wearing a fur. It was also a bit large for me but it was what Eden wanted me to wear so I carried out my orders. When I left the bathroom she was already gone. I heard the TV downstairs playing old school Christmas carols and it was easy to figure out what my next move was. She was sitting on the recliner waiting for me. She had on a bathrobe of her own and her thin legs and bare feet were tucked beneath her as usual. "C'mon and sit down." she instructed me as she unfolded herself to make way for me. I sat down and then I'll admit that I wasn't surprised when Eden went to the wall and shut off the lights. The only light in the room now was coming from the TV and the Christmas tree. She hesitated a moment and stood in front of me. "What do you want me to do next, 'sergeant'?" I was being playful but I'll also admit that I was aware of being ordered around by ninety-five pounds of elf. "Open up your robe." she replied. "So soon? Really?" I teased. I got a critical look in return and then did what she'd asked. I wasn't wearing anything under the robe since it had been the only thing she'd provided for me to wear. She looked at my cock and pursed her lips. "Hard to believe you got that into me the other night!" Honestly, I'm not that big. Not like I check this out but being in the Corps you see a lot of cocks and I didn't have the artillery piece some guys had. Still, it was probably kind of big for Eden. I was just about to make another remark when Eden opened up her robe and let it drop to the floor. At this point I am going to plead guilty to falling in love! The way the soft light of the room played on her bare skin and the way it illuminated her hair made her seem almost mythological. I caught my breath and then was captivated as she gracefully moved onto my lap and then cuddled herself into me as if she became a part of me. Her face nestled into my neck and she whispered, "Wrap me up." Suddenly the oversized robe made all the sense in the world. Again Eden made me marvel at her as I understood she bought the robe with exactly this moment in mind! With her body cuddled up to mine I wrapped the robe around her and we were made very cozy. My hands were outside the robe yet wrapped around her and gently holding her close. It was a unique feeling to not feel her body with my hands yet to feel her bare skin pressed close to mine. My cock was pressed against her belly and her every gentle movement was almost torture. I fought back the urge to just start fucking her and instead did my best to appreciate this moment for the beautiful thing that it was. I also realized what a very special gift it was that Eden had given to me. She'd saved herself for me and the very first chance she had she gave herself to me. And now here she was cuddled up to me with the promise of giving me even more. I kissed the top of her head and she turned her face to look up at me. Her eyes explored my own and then we shared a very gentle kiss. When the kiss ended her hands went to my shoulders and she moved herself up on my body. Looking into my eyes again she bit her lower lip and started grinding her pussy against my cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of her face as her angelic and elfin beauty morphed into wanton carnal desire. Every few moments she'd look in my eyes and her subtle smile gradually gave way to a more serious and more determined expression. Her grinding took on an intensity and her head kept lolling back on her neck. Back and forth her moist pussy ground on my cock. And then I felt her body tense. Her eyes closed and her hips moved a little faster. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Then her hips started jerking back and forth on me. She pulled in a shaky breath between her teeth and then her body jerked a few times before she relaxed. I couldn't help but move against her and she pulled in a breath again before she moved up on me. Her wet pussy dragged along the length of my cock until it caught the head of my shaft. "MmmmMMmmmMM..." she murmured as she relaxed her body and slid herself onto my shaft. I gave her a gentle thrust and felt her hips answer me. "This is so fucking great!" she whispered in my ear. My arms held her tight and she groaned as I pulled her down on the full length of my cock. I was now fully embedded in her wonderful body and I held her for a moment to enjoy it. I pulled the robe open and ran my hands all over her bare back. Running my hands down her back to her ass I pulled her up just enough that I could feel where my cock disappeared into her pussy. That did it for me and I started to fuck her. I felt her try to pull herself away a few times and I'd o

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 2

A CHASTE COUPLE’S EPIPHANY OF PLEASURES. From the Awakening, By Estcher [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=654156&page=submissions]  Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheVirginCouple2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. image [https://64.media.tumblr.com/98d31ea0ab2426cf87be76533153ea74/e2232708649cbcfa-7b/s540x810/1307ec4aabd299d958a78acb06bc259f62e80eef.jpg] Into the Depths He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered, tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life. Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.” “I want your beautiful hard cock inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!” We looked, watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place. We looked at each other and grinned and looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me. He held himself there and panted. We stared at one another in surprise. “Daniel, it feels so good! You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it inside!” We watched as he pushed another inch into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper. Our eyes were riveted to the scene. Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious. “Daniel, look at you! Filling me and stretching me! Does it feel good?” He grunted and pushed those two marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the sound escaping me of its own volition. He pulled back and then slid the same two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper. “Deeper, baby! Deeper!” He pushed an extra inch into me as I watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock. My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel was the key. He pulled back and I groaned at the pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know existed or could give me such pleasure. He pushed back in, and I gasped when four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him. I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his glans and wanted it back inside. He pushed back inside but this time my hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my cervix. His cock rammed up against it. My cage door was flung open. All my desires flew free like from Pandora’s box. I could be as carnal as I wanted with my husband. I could give in to all my secret desires. This was my husband, my lover, my man, my cock. I looked down and saw two inches remained outside my vagina. I wanted it all inside me and knew he simply wouldn’t all fit. Daniel grunted hard and pulled back his cock. We watched. My labia clung to him, stretching out and wrapped around him. His cock gleamed with white wetness. My white wetness. It looked delicious to me. I needed to taste my pussy on his cock. I smiled. I would. Later. He drove his cock back into me and we both moaned loudly. He pulled back and pushed back inside. My legs lifted and wrapped around his lower back. He moved up and over me and thrust. And thrust. My world reduced to the sensation of being so fully penetrated. Stretched and probed. His so very hard cock driving relentlessly into my depths, filling me, pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know were possible. His cock head was the best part. It was large and drove inside me, spreading me for his long shaft. I clenched my pussy instinctually and felt the pleasure heightened beyond what I thought my brain could handle. The cage inside my mind exploded. I thrust my hips up to meet his and felt his cock pound my pussy without end. It was a blur of penetration and withdrawal. Over and over. Each little motion sending ripples of such pure joy I could only thank God for this gift. I awoke. Not literally. Something inside me awoke. A hunger. A need. I was free to be whomever I wanted or needed to be for my husband. Words, foreign to me, stirred in my mind. I had to voice them. They needed to escape. A vibrating intense pleasure was rising inside me. I could feel and see the same thing happening to Daniel. Words poured from my mouth. Vulgar words that only gave us both more pleasure. “FUCK ME, DANIEL! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME!” The words left my mouth and seemed to echo in the suite. Daniel kissed me then. He pressed his entire weight down on me and pressed me into the mattress and duvet. He thrust harder. His rhythm was off but that did something to increase my pleasure. I felt his cock grow thicker. His thrusts shortened and then, recognising my husband was about to cum inside me for the very first time, I came. We came together. His cock erupted inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He made me a complete woman in that moment. The pleasure I had been feeling expanded and flew out of me. I came. My first true orgasm. God’s gift to me for showing him the pleasure a husband and wife can experience together. And more words flowed from me. Vile nasty words that I felt only brought me closer to the God who allowed all this to be. With my husband there were no lines in the sand. We could cross as many as we wanted. We were with God, and he blessed our union. Later, my mother would confess she had had the same epiphany as me on her wedding night. She had cemented her husband to her. He would only have eyes for her after that. My husband’s cock lurched and spasmed deep inside. His hot fluids splashed inside me and added to the pleasure. Each jerk of his cock sent my pleasure rocketing higher. My nails dug into his ass cheeks and pulled him harder against me. The last two inches somehow disappeared inside me and did something to me that took my orgasm to the next level. “I fucking love you, you fucking black beast! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your fucking wife! Fill me! Oh my God! The pleasure! Daniel! DANIEL! I LOVE YOU! Keep fucking me! Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me with that beautiful hard cock! Give me babies! Oh my God!” We crashed from that high. Daniel lay limp on top of me. His gorgeous body pressed against me and kept me in place. I wanted to be held down and filled. His shoulders shook and I scrambled for his head and held it. Like me, tears leaked from his eyes. “I love you, Emma. I love you so much!” I kissed his tears and face. I found his mouth and sucked his tongue into mine. He moaned and his cock, still hard inside me, lurched. Fun Cleanup I looked into his eyes. “I need to clean you up.” “What?” “I need to clean your cock.” “Why? It’s not dirty, Emma. It’s just a little sticky.” “Yes, exactly. I need to clean all that off you.” “Um, okay? We only just started. I’ll go get a washcloth if that’s what you need right now.” I growled and pushed him over and followed him somehow keeping his cock inside me. “No baby. With my mouth.” His eyes widened. “You mean…” I slid down him, groaning with him as his cock slipped out of me. His cock slipped along my stomach, leaving a trail of our combined juices. I could smell us now. A rich musky flavor coupled with something sharp. A smell I knew was his ejaculate and my pussy wetness. I slid down his body and leaned back. I admired his long, hard cock, gleaming black, covered with our cum. “Daniel, you have a beautiful cock, baby.” “Thanks, love. But look at you! You are every man’s wet dream. My Italian Goddess. Your olive skin, your gorgeous black hair, your eyes! You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Emma.” “And I’m your wife. And you are my husband.” I took his cock in my hand and felt just how slick it was with my wetness. “Always,” he said and moaned as my thumb stroked just under the head of his cock. I squeezed gently and watched a bead of cum appear. “My mother told me what I needed to do with my husband. I understood her words. But now? Daniel, I understand her words. She never said just how much I would enjoy this. Daniel?” “Yes, love?” “In the bedroom? You and me? I am your woman to do anything you want with. Anytime. Anywhere. Anything.” “Emma?” “Shush. We are one now. There’s no shame. No sin. Just our pleasure. Let me pleasure you. And you will pleasure me. Okay?” “Okay, Emma. This is wild. Crazy, even!” “This is where love leads, Daniel. I’m only just realizing it. I love you, so much.” Daniel went to respond but I took half his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock and lapped up our juices. I was prepared to hate it. Expected to hate it. Instead, it tasted divine to me. It was our love on my tongue. Daniel moaned and thrust into my mouth. I suctioned my mouth and popped it off him. “Daniel! We taste amazing!” He stared at me. My lips and mouth covered in our mess from our love making. “Kiss me,” he whispered. My eyes went round, and, in a flash, I had my lips on his. He moaned and sucked and licked at my mouth. We shared our love and tears escaped me in the beauty of it. He was just like me. Throughout our marriage, we did that. The taste always reminds us of our love. It’s as simple as that. Some might grimace and shake their heads. But not Daniel and me. It tasted of the divine. It was our love made real and substantial. Our ‘eucharist’(gratefulness). Her New Toy I went back to his cock and loved it with my mouth. I cleaned every part of his cock and he stayed hard the whole time. I spread his legs when I was almost done and then pushed his knees up a little. “What are you…” he groaned when my flat tongue licked his scrotum. He had a clean-shaven scrotum. He had done that for me. Later I would find I liked it hairy for some reason. I loved all the hair on his body. He just seemed more manly to me that way. I lapped gently at his scrotum and coated the whole thing in my spit. I loved how his testicles felt under my tongue, and how they rolled and moved. Daniel was in heaven. I could hear him. I stroked his cock gently as I did it. He had a good ten inches of length on him, so I kept my hand at the top and felt his cock head, slick with spit, thrusting through my loving hand. My tongue lapped at his balls and then I dipped lower and found his taint. It joined in my exploration with my tongue and Daniel was getting wordy. “Jesus, Emma! Fuck! Lick my balls! Oh my God that feels amazing! Fucking amazing!” I touched his asshole with a sharp tongue. It felt strange to me. Rubbery. It clenched and I probed harder. Daniel lurched under me, and his cock fell out of my hand and hit his stomach with a wet thwack. A heavy, meaty thwack and I sighed at the beautiful sound. I would hear that for our entire lifetime together. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My mother’s words enabled me and let me know that this was okay. Needed. I was cementing our love and setting a standard for us to follow in our marriage. I was owning it with the one man in this world I adored above all others. I wondered if I would like it in return. I knew I would. I tongued him harder and stroked his cock. I licked up to his balls and teased them. Daniel came. I felt his cum surge through his cock and loved the feeling in my hand. I could feel his seed pumping through his shaft, the flesh surging and flexing with amazing power. I lifted my head and put my mouth around his thick head as his second ejaculation spurted forth. It splashed hot, wet, and thick on my tongue. I swallowed without hesitation. His body was mine. Our marriage united our souls and bodies. He had merely moved it from one vessel to another. He cried out my name loudly and my heart yearned to hear it spoken like that again. In hearing my name our love was confirmed. Our pleasure combined. He pulled me up and kissed me hard. His cock spasming between us leaking more cum between our bodies. “I love you Daniel Williams, my husband,” I whispered to him. “I love you Emma Williams, my wife,” he replied. We slept for a time. The day had been long and, while wonderful, draining from all the emotions. Our first sex had pushed us to exhaustion and for the first time we slept together in the same bed, as husband and wife. I woke to pleasure. His Oral Initiative It took me a moment to figure out whether I was dreaming and where I was. The long, sensuous lick at my pussy reminded me and I smiled and stretched, feeling feline, and more like a woman. “Ooh, you better stop before my husband catches us,” I purred. My husband kept licking at me. It felt wonderful. He was getting better than the few times he had done this before. I had confessed to my priest, and he had not been happy. Right then, I was glad he had some practice. He brought me to a wonderful orgasm. He slid up to my mouth and kissed me and I savored my taste and told him. He smiled at me. “You taste wonderful, Emma. I could live off you if that was all I had to eat.” “Baby, you’re so good to me.” “I want to do that better. Can you help me?” I kissed him, my heart swelling for the umpteenth time. “Yes, baby. I can do that.” He kissed me and slid back down again. “What? Again?” “Of course, Emma. Tell me what to do…” I instructed him. I lay back on the headboard, noticing the rose petals strewn everywhere and sticking to us. We hadn’t even pulled the duvet down. I glanced at the digital alarm clock and saw it was two in the morning. I grinned. We had all the time in the world. I spread my legs and explained my lady parts to him. I found it highly erotic. My husband lay between my legs and touched and licked me and listened to me explaining my pussy to him. He was attentive and loving and I felt so relaxed and safe with him. I explained how gentle was best. Light licks and touches. He started. He did everything I had asked. Already he was so much better than before. We had learned from one another. Then he improvised and I lost my mind. Later he said his hunger and lust led him to do the things he did. He ate me out. His tongue was broad between my labia. Light and firm on my clit. He licked everywhere and then focused on my clit. Everything was perfect and then I felt him shift a little and then my eyes popped open. He slid a wet finger into my pussy while he continued to lick my clit. The pleasure went through the roof. I came, but he didn’t stop. He continued and fought my bucking hips. Then a second finger joined his first one and I came again after only a few thrusts. He grabbed my hips then and lifted and turned me over. It was forceful and strong and so manly, and I knew I would do anything he wanted. He pressed my shoulders down into the duvet and I had a mouth full of rose petals. He took my hands and placed them on my ass cheeks and told me to keep them spread. I had no choice but to eat the rose petals in my mouth. I didn’t care. I was fully aware my ass was thrust up high in the air. I was spread open and exposed. Exposed to my husband and I loved it. “Oh baby. Look at me! How do I look with my ass in the air?” “Emma, so beautiful!” I went to speak again but he licked me then. He started low on my clit and then wormed his tongue slowly and lovingly up through my labia, into my vagina, over my taint, and then licked my asshole with hunger. I groaned at the sensation. It was so wonderful. Then two fingers slipped into my pussy. They pushed down and found the spot my mother had told me about. He pressed gently and moved his fingers only a little bit. The heel of his hand pressed on my clit. After a minute, I came the hardest I had ever cum. It was sensory overload. So close on the heels of my last orgasm it found me and owned me completely. She Gushes I screamed on the bed. Shouting obscenities. I thrashed on his face and fingers. A strange sensation came over me and I squirted (or something). I heard Daniel shout out something. I didn’t care. That sensation came with a sudden warmth of pleasure that took over my whole body. I was having a complete body orgasm and I drowned in it. Daniel was kissing my face and it felt wet. I struggled to open my eyes and when I did, he was grinning down at me. I was on my side but had no memory of moving. “Your face is all wet?” I murmured and cupped his cheek. “Emma, something came flying out of you. A lot of liquid.” “Oh my God, I felt like I peed.” “Did you? Did you pee in my face?” “Maybe? I read about it. Some say it’s pee, baby. Trapped fluid. It comes out when I orgasm that hard. I did that? It felt amazing…” “Come on. Shower time. We have to get all these stupid petals off us.” “Okay…” When I didn’t move, he tried to lift me. He’s strong but I’m a grown-ass woman. He tried and failed, because I was such a dead weight, and we laughed our asses off. We were covered in petals. We stank of the petals. It was wonderful. We struggled out of the bed and found a luxurious shower waiting for us. And hour later we appeared, preened by the water, a new load of his cum filled my pussy. We collapsed on the bed, and he ate me out again. Part of me knew his cum was still inside me. I didn’t care if he didn’t, and it made me cum faster. We slept again. Her Oral Initiative I woke first and found out my husband snores. Not loudly. A weird sound that I found amusing. I watched him for a time. I sniffed his neck and his armpits. I loved his smell and needed it. I sniffed lower and found his cock lying relaxed between his legs. I watched it for a time, fascinated at the smaller version of it. It was all wrinkled and it moved around on its own. Like a little animal.

The Virgin Couple’s Wedding Night: Part 1

A CHASTE COUPLE’S EPIPHANY OF PLEASURES. From the Awakening, By Estcher [https://www.blogger.com/]  Listen to thePodcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheVirginCouple1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://www.blogger.com/] https://www.blogger.com/ [https://archive.org/download/it-happened-one-night_202404/TheVirginCouple2.jpg]https://archive.org/download/it-happened-one-night_202404/TheVirginCouple2.jpg . My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn't until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He's my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He's strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren't racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone "more like me", my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for "someone better". By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year later he proposed to me. My heart soared on that day, and I will never forget it. It had been magical and perfect, and I accepted right away, and he spun me around. My parents had known. Daniel has asked them for my hand in marriage and they had happily agreed. We set a date for end summer, and I dove into planning and preparations. My only remaining girlfriend, a friend from church, became my bridesmaid and helped with everything. The wedding was beautiful. Standing before my future husband in front of God and my family and friends and making my vows was the most beautiful thing I had ever done. He looked so gorgeous in his tuxedo. I never loved him more. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and then he kissed me in front of everybody. Claiming me as his bride and wife. I felt liberated. He was now my husband. Everything we had always wanted to do for the past five years were now open to us. We could consummate our marriage and love. Over and over again. I walked back down the aisle, a woman and a wife, and my pussy couldn't have been wetter. Lust ran over me in waves and I gripped Daniel's hand so tightly. The rest of the day and evening went by in a blur. I had to watch the video later to see just how much of a good time we had. But mostly I watched how Daniel and I looked at each other. Everyone said we looked with such love at each other. In truth, we were looking at each other with unbridled lust. Then, thankfully, we exited the reception to cheering family and friends and entered the limo my father had provided, and we were whisked away to our hotel. In the morning, we were heading to Hawai'i for our honeymoon. But tonight. Tonight, I would become my man's woman. He would take me and complete me. I don't recall checking in, or the elevator ride to our suite, or Daniel carrying me in his arms across the threshold to our suite. What I remember is tearing off our clothes and collapsing on the large California King bed. Later, I would peel rose petals off my flesh and Daniel's. I was a good Catholic girl. I had followed my faith, confessed my sins, and did my penance. But now? Now I was married and in the eyes of God, I would and could pleasure my husband. I knew the scripture. My chains were removed. "Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Saviour. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands." (Eph. 5:22--24). My mother had given me advice the day before the wedding. She said it was a long tradition and I would do the same for my daughter one day. She had held my hands and spoke to me as one wife to her daughter bride. She passed on to me the secrets of a happy marriage that the priest had never mentioned during our marriage preparation classes at the church. She spoke openly of things I would need to learn to do. And often, she had said. And willingly. Her attention to detail was unnerving to me but I listened to everything. Some things she said were frightening, sounding foul, but my mother laughed and told me to wait and see. "Your father loves me just as much as the day we married, Emma," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Every day I let him know I need him and want him. To be intimate with him and he does the same for me. Marriages fail when that stops. There will be times you don't feel the need or desire. You must fight that. Embrace him. Kiss him. Fondle him. Whisper in his ear that he is your everything and his will is yours to fulfil. Do you understand?" I nodded, biting my lip. I think I understood. My mother laughed at my expression. "Wake him with your mouth in the morning. Not every day. But some days or it will become routine. Pleasure him. Take his seed inside you. Swallow his love. It can be daunting. You'll get used to it. He is your man, and his seed will be yours. Claim it. Only you can receive it through your marriage. Don't make him regret choosing you over all others. "And seek your own pleasure. You should never regret choosing him. He should willingly pleasure you with his mouth. Accept it and bask in it. It is your husband claiming what is his by marriage. Your womanhood will pleasure him. So trim down there, okay? Did your bridesmaid take you to the salon?" I nodded, feeling heat rush to my face. I had been waxed. It had hurt so badly, but I had found pleasure in it in a small way which frightened me. I nodded at my mother. "Good. And all the way between your legs?" I nodded again, feeling more heat. "Do you know what sodomy is?" I nodded feeling horror. "My priest told me before I was married that sodomy is a sin between men," said my mother, looking hard at me. "Yes, mamma." "And he added it does not concern marital relations between man and wife." "Mamma!" I said in shock. I thought of her and dad. "Did you and poppa...?" "Oh, yes, Emma. Otherwise, you would have a lot more siblings rather than just you." "What?" "You'll need to watch your cycle. Avoid pregnancies. Anal sex is the best way to do that when you are ovulating." I stared at my mother. Questions raced through my thoughts faster than I could fully formulate and finish them. "I enjoy it, Emma. Pleasuring your father gives me pleasure. Be patient. Try it for yourself. Push past the initial pain and I think you will be surprised. Do this for your husband. For you." I couldn't speak. "Throughout your marriage your husband should want to take you all the time, correct?" "Y-yes." "Invite him to take you. Place yourself at his mercy. Let him claim that which is his by marriage." "Mamma!" "And take him when you want, Emma. You are equals in this, despite what the scriptures say. This is a partnership. If you lust after him, take him. If he lusts after you, give yourself to him. Do this, this simple thing, and your marriage will be full of such love and last for eternity. You will join yourselves in heaven and find such blessings. I'm so happy for you, Emma. Daniel is a beautiful man. Your children will be beautiful." "Thank you, mamma." "One more thing. Are you still intact?" I knew what she meant. My hymen had been lost as a teenager doing simple girlish things. Mine opened riding my bike. I shook my head at my mother. "No, mamma." "And I know you are a virgin. I am so proud of you, Emma. I saw how hard it was for you throughout college. Tomorrow night, you give him your everything. What you do with your husband in your bed, will please God. Everything your heart desires. Put your soul into it, Emma. Seize your pleasure and his, okay?" "Mamma? Did nonna give you this same advice?" "No. I had to learn the hard way. I promised myself I would not let my own daughter go into her marriage bed unprepared. We have more to discuss. Are you okay with all this?" "Yes, momma. I'm uncomfortable, but thankful." "Okay, we still have a lot to cover. Like how to truly pleasure your husband with your mouth. Places on his body you need to explore..." "Explore? Like what?" Mother chuckled. "I'm warming up to this now. Your father has always had the best sex with me. It's okay Emma! You came from our love! Now, the penis is a strange thing at first. Daniel is likely very large. But a man's pleasure also comes from his nipples, and his scrotum and testicles. Play with them. Lightly! So very lightly! And below them. Pay attention there. And below that, too. Do you understand where I am talking about?" She meant his asshole. I was horrified. "Make sure he is clean. You, too. Take the time to keep yourself fresh down there. Inside a man is a place. You'll need to find it. Put a finger inside, find it, rub it." "Momma!" "Hush, you have much the same place inside you. Teach him to find it. Your bodies will be one, once married. There is no shame. It is the beauty of sex between a married couple. Seek your pleasure and give your pleasure. There is so much on the Internet. Watch with him. Learn together." "Yes, momma. Do you do all these things with poppa?" "Oh, God, yes. We're older now and we have slowed down. But yes. We still do. I adore your father and his body. Have you ever seen us fight? Not speak to one another?" "No, momma." And it was true. The love between my parents was there for all to see. They constantly hugged and kissed. I've seen them mildly grope each other. I've heard them through the bedroom walls. I only could pray my marriage would be as close to the beauty of theirs. With my mother's advice I think I now knew how. If I could be brave enough. "And now the more mundane things. You and Daniel will be equal in all things. You are not some toy or trophy the bible would have you believe. The bible was written by some seriously misogynistic men..." My memory of that first night with Daniel is seared into my soul. I subjected myself to my husband. My heart soared. My soul sang. I praised God. I stood fully naked before my husband, and he stood naked before me. I am a beautiful woman. Many men have lusted after me. But I was only for my husband, and I stood proudly before him, exposed so willingly for the first time to his gaze. I watched his eyes devour me. He stared into my brown eyes first and I'm sure he saw the same lust as I saw in his. His gaze slowly drifted down and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were tight and painful, lifting to the sky. I saw him lick his lips and delight filled me. So far, he did not look disappointed. His eyes roamed over my flat stomach and then lower. He stared long and hard at my perfectly waxed pussy. I had left a small, heart-shaped, tuft of my fur on my mound. My wetness trickled down my thigh and it tickled. I saw him lick his lips with his hunger and it thrilled me. I felt exposed. Wanton. But I was married, and this was my husband. A smile crossed my lips. I was awakening to my lust and hunger, and it thrilled me. I stared equally back at my husband. We had done some things together. Fully clothed. I had let him taste me a few times. My penance for that had been the soup kitchens. And I had put him in my mouth a few times. I had never swallowed, though. I had spat it out, shame filling me, knowing I disappointed him. But I could not take his sperm inside me until we were married. But now I stared at his slim figure. His brown skin glistened in the dim light of the room. His chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and I couldn't wait to feel my exposed breasts and nipples rubbing against it. He lacked a defined six pack, but his stomach was toned and flat. My eyes traced that delicious area below his stomach that lowered to his penis. The smooth skin demanded my mouth. And I stared at his penis. I had stroked it before. Sucked it before. Did penance for it before. But now I could see it in all its glory. Black men are endowed and so was my husband. It was long and thick and stood hard and standing straight out from his body. The tip glistened with moisture. Veins ran along its length. Below it hung his heavy testicles. His manhood was displayed for me, and I knew tonight he would put it inside me and fill me. It was darker than the rest of him. The head was large and round and was even darker. My ebony husband was panting for me. He wanted the pleasure only I could bring to him. And I wanted his in return. After my talk with my mother, I did a little research. Watched pornography that showed how to pleasure a man fully. Another trickle of my wetness ran down my thigh and I shivered at the tickle. My husband watched it and his eyes widened. "My husband," I purred. "I am so wet for you. You are so hard for me." "Emma, you are gorgeous. Seeing you walking down the aisle in that dress? Oh my God, the angels were jealous, baby. All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for me." I had stared at him the whole way down the aisle. My papa handed me over and when I had stood before Daniel, my legs threatened to fail me. My love for him in that moment had risen above everything I thought I could reach. And I could see the same reflected back at me. "And you, my Daniel, you looked so handsome. The perfect man. My man. My husband." Daniel was losing himself in his lust for me. He was shaking, and so was I. "Tonight, we will make love, Daniel. I've wanted this for years. I give my everything to you. Do you understand?" He shook his head. "We are married now. My body--all of it--is yours to pleasure yourself with. And I will pleasure myself with you. Over and over, again and again." "My God, Emma. You are so beautiful. Look at you! A gorgeous Italian beauty! I love you so much. I am the luckiest man in the world that you could love me as I love you." "And you are my ebony stud. You are so beautiful to me, Daniel. I have lusted after you since the first day we met. Do you remember?" "How could I forget? Freshman year. Sitting in class, and in walks the woman of my dreams! A vision. So elegant and poised. I knew then I wanted to marry you." "You did?" "Oh, yes. It was love at first sight. I would have waited my entire life to be with you." "Wait no longer, my love. I am yours. Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you desire. Anything." "Anything? What do you mean?" "All my body is yours now, Daniel. And all your body is mine. I mean to take it. I want you to take me, in any way you imagine. But first, I want you to make love to me. To enter me. To cum inside me and seal our marriage in our pleasure and love. I want to lie back and feel you enter me." "Okay," replied Daniel, simply. His eyes looked wild. I moved to him, crossing the distance in two steps, and pressed myself to him. My mouth found his with hunger and I groaned at the feel of his hard cock pressing between us, reaching up past my belly button. We kissed, our tongues dancing, our hands caressing and exploring. His fingers found my wet slit and slid down along my clit and into my depths. I groaned into his mouth and reached down and took his hard, hot penis into my gentle hand. I stroked him, savouring the glorious hardness and maleness of him. We shuffled to the bed and flopped down hard on our sides. We squirmed our way further up the bed until we found the pillows. Rose petals clung to us. All that existed was his body and mine and the pleasures we would pull from one another. I found myself on my back, my legs spread in a delicious wanton way I was now free to enjoy. Daniel crawled up between my legs until he lay on me, his cock pressed against my wet labia, spreading them apart and rubbing deliciously on my clit. We necked hard. My tongue driving into his mouth with desire. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's tongues, swallowing our spit, and sinking into each other's souls. My mind was purely on my vagina. An ache I hadn't felt before burned down there. My pussy felt more alive than ever before. I was intimately aware of every little feeling. Wetness poured from me. I could feel the rivulets escaping me. My pussy felt like it was opening on its own. Spreading for my husband. My man. My lover. My best friend in the whole wide world. The righteousness of it overwhelmed my emotions. I sobbed happy tears. I held Daniel's beautiful face in my hands and pressed my lips against his plump, full, sexual lips. Lips I wanted all over my body, tracing his tongue into places I had only