Touching Toni: Part 2

Guide For Deflowering A Man

GUIDE FOR DEFLOWERING A MAN FORMER FUNDAMENTALIST BEGINS HER MINISTRY TO VIRGIN MEN. By April601 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5378313&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/GuideForDefloweringAMan.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/GuideForDefloweringAMan.jpg] " type="audio/mpeg"> In my early 20’s I dated a guy named Terry. He was a nice enough guy, very respectful and polite. He was my age and not the typical bad guy type that for some reason I seemed to attract or was it I was attracted to? I began dating him and soon realized he was on the more serious side. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he could hold my attention for more than a couple of dates. After somewhat of a wild start to my sexual journey I reached a point of self-respect and I had established a few ground rules for myself that I tried to follow. The first rule being that I tried not having sex on the first date! Well, I tried anyway; bless my heart. If I managed to get by that crucial rule, I had made up a few more hypothetical rules. 1. First dates were limited to heavy kissing only. 2. Second dates limited to touching, exploring. I would allow my date to touch my breasts and I would go no further than rubbing his groin thru his pants. 3. Third dates maybe a hand job. 4. Fourth dates possibly a blowjob, and 5. If we made it the fifth date there were no limits. I thought these were reasonable limits for semi-nice girls, which I considered myself as being. If you haven’t heard how I was still a naive, shelter, fundamentalist virgin when an older married man deflowered me [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/s/how-i-lost-my-virginity-12], we’ll need to have that conversation; because it explains a lot of my personal journey and progression toward sexual awareness of myself. It also added to my empathy for others with retarded sexual awareness in adulthood. I remember telling several of my dates these rules but honestly, I don’t ever recall a time when I was able to really stick to them; except with Terry. My first date with Terry ended with us just kissing and making out in his car. It was all pretty tame and controlled overall. He was polite and seemed to respect the limits and restrictions I was trying to follow. Some guys are just terrified of sexual intimacy; and need encouragement and affirmation. Some guys are raised to think that all women view sex as dirty male desires, that women inwardly abhor, and only tolerate in marriage arrangements. After our second date we again began to make out in his car. As things started to heat up with Terry, I reached into his pants to do an assessment of his manhood. I liked what I felt as it appeared to be a good size and worthy of a third date. Never being the patient type, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Yes, I know; I broke my second date rule. As I began to play with my new toy, Terry stopped me and said he had something important to tell me. Really? I’m stroking your cock, and you want to stop and talk? This was a first for me. He sheepishly told me he was a virgin! What! Really! He now had my attention. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I thought maybe he was playing games to entice me into having sex with him. He was a good-looking guy but a bit on the shy side, so maybe I could see it. I guess I must have overreacted as he immediately went limp. I apologized and that was pretty much the end of the date. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this good or bad? Should I go on a third date or run? The next day I called my friend Jenny. She always had answers. I told her everything and wanted her take on the situation. Not to be mean but we did have a good laugh over it. Jenny had never been with a virgin before either. We both pondered over it and the more we discussed it the more intrigued we both became. We jokingly came up with the term “Virgin Boy.” But his sudden limpness was a result of my failure. He needed me to help him overcome his insecurity, and I’d just magnified it, instead. I owed him a do-over, if he’d even let me have another chance. Jenny pointed out that guys think about sex hundreds of times a day. So if I were his first, he would probably then think of me every day for the rest of his life. Wow what an emotionally powerful thought that was. “Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has sex with. You will always be remembered as ‘The One’,“ she said. “The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married; when he is 40 and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of his very first time.” The more we talked about it the more we realized what a great opportunity this was. I think the thought of taking his virginity was turning us both on. By the end of the evening with Jenny, it was decided I would be his first. But we also agreed that it had to be special, not just a quick hump in the car. This was becoming a huge responsibility for me. I had to do it right. It had to be extra special. I felt an obligation to make it special. Jenny was dying to meet Terry so when he called for a third date, I told him my friend Jenny would be joining us. We all met at a bar and Jenny loved him. She gave me her approval but also had a suggestion. “How about for his first time he has a threesome with both of us? How special and memorable would that be!” I had threesomes with Jenny before during vacations, so it wasn’t out of the question. I told her I would have to think about it. I did have concerns, though. A threesome sounded like a great idea but I knew that Terry would end up remembering Jenny and not me. Jenny was a bombshell. She was gorgeous and outgoing. Bigger curves, cute as fuck, guys were drawn to her like a magnet, that’s one of the reasons I loved hanging around with Jenny. She could be overbearing also. Sure, Terry would love to have sex with Jenny but what about me? What about me being “the one”? As the weeks went on, I was doing my best to refrain from sex with Terry. He was cute and nice but really, he wasn’t anything special, he was just too serious for me. But Terry was a virgin, and this made him special to me. Taking his virginity was all I could think of. If he wasn’t a virgin, I’m sure there wouldn’t have been a third date. He was in my head or was it his virginity that was in my head. I was determined to take his virginity. Up until this point I had dated older guys, and I was having sex on a fairly regular basis. With Terry I was not doing well without sex. Terry thought I was the good girl type by not having sex. Yes, I was sweet and innocent looking. But the lack of sex and the erotic thoughts about taking a young man’s virginity were driving me crazy. Self-gratification definitely increased during this waiting period. I finally told Jenny that I wanted Terry for myself. I wanted him to remember me, not ‘Jenny and that other girl’. Besides it was me going without sex all these weeks. I needed his full attention. Jenny seemed a bit disappointed, but she understood. Jenny and I came up with a plan. As both Terry and I still lived at home I suggested a weekend away in Niagara Falls. The honeymoon capital of North America, how appropriate was that? Terry agreed and I was so excited. How could I make this special event even better? Leading up to the weekend, I daydreamed how it all would play out. Would he ejaculate before we even start? Should I tease him or maybe just jump him? What should I wear? It was all I could think of. I was horny as hell in anticipation. I bought a new nightie for the occasion. There really wasn’t much to it. It was short, sheer, and low cut, not much left to the imagination. The day finally came. The long drive to Niagara Falls was filled with sexual tension. We chatted and joked during the drive, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I don’t think I ever thought about an impending sexual act as much as I did with Terry. I tried to rationalize it, after all we all lose our virginity at one point, but psychologically this had become a big deal for me. Maybe because my virginity was taken from me by a man ten years older than me that was only concerned about his own sexual gratification. Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was my responsibility to make sure Terry’s loss of his virginity was a memorable and wonderful experience. Dam I was so thoughtful. We arrived at our destination and checked into a cheap motel. I will always remember the name “The Rainbow Motel.” Terry was eager to begin and began groping me as soon as we entered the room but I quickly put a stop to it. I had a plan; this was going to be a slow seduction. We unpacked, freshened up, and went to get a bite to eat. No alcohol for either of us, I wanted him to remember this special night. Once we got back to the room, we sat on the edge of the bed and started kissing. As things began to heat up I told him to get naked and in bed. I went into the bathroom to slip into my nightie. I slowly walked out of the bathroom and around the bed to make sure he got a good look. I dimmed the lights but kept it the room bright enough so that he could see everything that was about to happen to him. I could see his arousal as the bed sheet was poking up like a tent. I slowly and sensually touched him as I stood over him. I told him he wasn’t allowed to touch me. The lingerie I was wearing was totally sheer, so I wasn’t hiding anything. I slowly pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed with him. His cock was standing to full attention as he lay there. I could see he trimmed his hairs for the occasion. How sweet. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand. I squeezed it tight as I stared at it. I could feel the pulsating blood as it gushed through his veins. I felt a sense of power as his virgin cock throbbed in my tight grasp. After many weeks of planning and anticipation the time had finally come. His virginity was in my hand. No pun intended. I slowly began stroking him. I was very conscious of the possibility of him pre-ejaculating to my touch. I proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to over stimulate him. As I stoked him, I could hear his breathing picking up. I slowed down and began to coach him. I wanted this to last. I was in total control, and I loved the feeling it gave me. I had thought it best to proceed and give him his first blowjob before he exploded in my hand. I slowly and seductively began kissing and licking his beautiful cock. Exploring his balls with my tiny fingers. I slowly lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and began slowly bobbing up and down, taking more of him inside of my mouth with every stroke. He was doing great and by now I was getting right into it. I began stroking and sucking his cock vigorously. I then moved down and began sucking and licking his balls. Placing first one them both in my mouth as I stroked him hard and fast. I was hot and horny as hell by now and he was getting the full treatment. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I wanted to swallow his first blowjob load. This was all part of my plan. Despite my best efforts he wasn’t ejaculating! This was not what I was expecting but I carried on. It was finally time for me to take his virginity. I was so wet with anticipation. I pulled my nightie off, so I was completely naked for him, my plump tits swayed and jiggled to his visual delight, as I straddled him. I was going to make this special for him. I already had decided I wasn’t going to use any protection to diminish the feeling, bareback only. I wanted him to feel just how good sex can be. I proceeded to mount his stiff rod. Ever so slowly, I wanted him to feel every inch of me as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard throbbing cock. I was soaking wet as I easily engulfed his entire cock deep inside of me. He grabbed and squeezed my swaying breasts. My nipples were swollen and erect. I was primed and ready. Slowly I began riding him. I was taking it slow and easy, as I didn’t want him to cum too fast. It felt so good to have his cock inside of me. The thought of finally taking his virginity was too much. He had barely entered me and immediately began having an orgasm. I shook and quivered as I began riding him faster. Oh my god! it was me that was pre-ejaculating and not him. Terry thrust deeply and pulled on my nipples as I let out a deep moan. I was still deeply implanted on top of Terry as I regained my composer. He was still rock hard, so I continued to ride him. Soon I was riding him like crazy. I was bouncing on him like wild as he had a tight hold of my hips thrusting me down on his cock. He was giving it to me right back to me. I was riding him so hard and violently I was pretty sure something was going to break. Was it going to be the bed or his cock? He wasn’t ejaculating. I was so aroused about taking his virginity I came once again. This time was even more powerful than the first. My whole body shook as I had violent spasms. I let out a loud deep moan as I had an orgasmic eruption. In my twenties it was very rare that I climaxed so having two orgasms on the first go was incredibly rare for me. My juices were flowing. I needed a good fuck after going without for so long and he was giving it to me. Then it hit me…what’s going on here? If he really is a virgin why hasn’t he ejaculated yet? I was convinced he had done this before. This couldn’t possibly be his first time. Was I being doped? He just kept fucking me hard and fast. Eventually I had to stop. I was confused and yes maybe even a bit angry for being lied to. “You said you were a virgin. why aren’t you cumming?” He apologized and explained he was used to very frequent masturbating, and this felt; well, different. It felt great, but just different. I suppose that is possible? He seemed to have no idea that frequent jacking off could diminish his responsiveness with a woman. I could tell by the look on his face he was telling the truth. I also realized that a frequently-masterbating man performs better when he can stroke a pussie fast, furious, & freely; so I should not be riding cowgirl, tonight. After a bit of hugging and kissing, I went back to work and started with a nice long blowjob. I was determined not to stop until I swallowed his load. I encouraged him to stroke his cock while I sucked his bulbous tip and manipulated his balls. With his assistance we finally had him cumming in my mouth and he gave me a huge load to swallow. Hurrah, success at last. I was proud of myself. His confidence was restored and still rising. I sucked and swallowed every last drop and even licked him clean. This was his first time, and I was being extra nice to him. I was making it special. I wanted to set the standard high for all future blowjobs. A standard that every other woman he slept with had to be compared to. Yeah, I gave him a great first blowjob! Once he recovered, he mounted me missionary style and we both watched as he slowly entered me. We both began moving in rhythm as he fucked me. I began encouraging him to fuck me harder, I could tell he was getting worked up and it wouldn’t be much longer now. He loved the nasty language I used as I assured him of his prowess. He loved hearing how much my pussie loved his cock inside me. His self-confidence was naturally very fragile, being a virgin in his twenties. I needed to unleash the beast in him, and I knew he needed my affirmations to get there. As he was getting close, I told him to cum inside of me, that I wanted to feel his warm cum deep inside of me. He came hard and fast. I screamed out “yes! Oh, my, god; yes” as he filled me up with his warm virgin cum. He made me work for it, but his virginity was finally mine. I will always be remembered as, “The One,” that will be remembered. I think I was thrilled more than him. That weekend we had sex 20 more times. Yes, I kept count, 20 more times. We were like newlyweds. Terry just couldn’t get enough, and I never refused him. We tried several positions, failed at a few, and even laughed together at our lack of gymnastic acumen. There was no way he would ever forget me after that weekend. When I got home on Sunday night, I swear I was walking bowlegged. I was exhausted and sore. I couldn’t wait to tell Jenny. I felt such a sense of accomplishment. I was hooked on the sense of power, control, and the adrenalin rush I had felt. * The planning, anticipation, and buildup of finally taking his virginity. * The epic orgasm I had felt when I finally had his cock inside of me. * The psychological pleasure I felt, knowing I was forever special to someone. * That this memory would never be forgotten by either one of us. I wanted to do it again; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to experience another virgin boy. Since then, I have experienced several virgin boys. I will share my adventures about deflowering them, in time. PS, I continued to date Terry for a couple of months afterwards. During that time he became quite proficient at sex. I was thrilled to be the experienced woman that taught him all about sex. It was quite a rush. By April601 [https://href.li/?https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5378313&page=submissions] for Literotica

Touching Toni: Part 2

TOUCHING TONI: PART 2 BEST FRIENDS MAKE THE MOST OF AN ARRANGEMENT. Based on a post by L Kilkenny [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LKilkenny/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/TouchingToni2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/TouchingToni.jpg] A WEEK TO COME. "Good morning, Jake," his mother said when he came downstairs for breakfast. "Morning Mom," he smiled at her. "Something smells good." "Scrambled eggs and bacon," she smiled. It was still his favorite. Jake just smiled, made a plate for himself, and his mother, and sat down at the table while she was taking the last of the eggs out of the pan and putting them into the bowl that he had just half emptied to make their plates. Jake was already through his first serving when Diane sat down and started on hers. "Where's Dad?" Jake asked, noting his absence. "He's golfing today. I told him he could golf this weekend if he would come on my work retreat with me this coming week," she replied while continuing to eat. "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Aren't Toni's folks going to that too?" "Yes, since Charlotte and I work together we kind of have to go, but luckily your Dad and Henry have agreed to go with us so it should be a good time." "Sounds like fun. A whole week in cabins on the lake," Jake said. "Yeah, as long as the events don't get too corny," she smirked. "Last year they had some motivational group come in and we had to do all these trust exercises and stuff. I think it's going to be a little more relaxed and free flowing this year. There are some set agenda items, but much of the time is supposed to be devoted to really relaxing and decompressing. That's one reason they're allowing spouses to come this year, to make it kind of a seminar and a vacation." "Well, I hope y'all have a good time," Jake said, "y'all deserve it." "Well thank you Jake," she smiled at him. "I expect you'll look after Toni while we're all away. I think this is the longest either of you have been alone so we expect you to look out for one another," his mother said. "Yes ma'am," Jake said, keeping his head down, looking at his empty plate, "I won't let anything happen to her," he promised. WORK RETREAT. It was a warm and sunny Texas afternoon and Jake had seen his parents off to their week-long retreat. He had just finished his workout in the home gym his family had in the basement and was coming up to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when he heard the front door open and close. No one had rung the doorbell so that left two options. Either he was getting burglarized, or .... "Jake?" He heard Toni's voice call out. "Yeah," he said coming to the top of the basement stairs. Toni came from the den into the kitchen as he came in from the other side. "Been working out I see," Toni said, looking at his sweaty body dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, and feeling a warmth starting to spread from her center outward. "He looks yummy!" she thought to herself. "Yeah, a little bit," he said looking at her in her jean shorts, wearing a snug fitting tank top. Texas summers were no joke, even in Northern Texas, so clothing was usually chosen more for its cooling properties than style. Her hair was braided in a long braid, reaching to her waistline. "Cool, I just thought I'd come hang out over here since everybody's gone. I don't really like being completely alone," she confessed. "Sure, no problem," Jake said, "Let me run take a shower and then we'll hang out." "Sounds good to me," she said, going back into the den and turning on the TV. Jake ran upstairs, got some clean clothes and jumped in the shower. He showered quickly, threw on his clothes, hung up his towel, and headed back downstairs. Toni was sitting on the couch with her shoes in the floor and her long legs pulled up under her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her sitting there. She looked up and saw him standing in the door way and smiled her little half smile which made her green eyes sparkle. "So what's on the agenda for today?" Jake asked. "Well," Toni said, "Kaylee is having a get together at her pool this evening and invited us." "Sounds good," Jake said. He really didn't care much for crowds, but he knew Toni wanted to go so.... "Really?" Toni asked, her eyebrows slightly raised. "Sure," Jake said. "I don't have anything else to do, and I did promise my mom that I'd keep an eye on you." "Okay, go grab what you need and then we'll run over to my house and I'll get my stuff," she said, leaning down to put her sandals back on. Jake went up to his room, put on his socks and shoes and grabbed a pair of swim trunks and an extra tee shirt, his sun glasses and a UT ball cap. Throwing everything in a gym bag, he headed back down stairs where Toni was waiting. They went out, locking the front door behind them. Jake tossed his bag into the truck before following Toni over to her house. "Come on up," she said, heading up the stairs. "I just need to grab a few things." Jake followed along behind. He looked around her room as he stood in the doorway. It was a typical teenage girl's room he assumed. He had only seen two teenage girls' rooms and they were pretty much the same. Posters of the latest celebrity heart throb, soft pastel colors, white bedroom furniture, a queen sized bed with a floral print comforter. She had a shelf, built like a pyramid, so each successive level had a shorter shelf. On the bottom, she had five sea shells she and Jake had collected when their families had vacationed together at the beach a couple of summers ago. The next shelf had 4 snow globes that her Dad had gotten from his company travels over the years. Next were 3 plastic horses that Jake had given her over the years. One white, one black, and one a buckskin. Toni loved horses. Above that were 2 pictures. One was her and Jake, not long after he'd moved in next door, and the other was her and Jake at their high school graduation. The first picture had always been there, the second she changed every so often with a new one, and the replaced one went into an album she kept in her book shelf. The top row was a single small shelf, and on it sat a pitiful little toy car with most of the paint missing and only three wheels. It had held the top spot on the shelf since she got it. It was her most prized possession. "Hold this open," Toni said, handing him her bag. Jake dutifully held the bag while she went around the room, digging things out of dresser drawers, closets, and clothes baskets. She reached in, grabbing an extra pair of panties and a bra which she threw toward the bag, but overshot slightly, hitting Jake right in the face with them. The bra bounced off and landed on his arm, the panties however hung there precariously from the bill of his hat, the light cotton fabric not having enough weight or gravity to fall. "Oops," Toni giggled, "sorry about that." Jake blew on the panties and they dislodged and fell into the bag. "Uh, no worries," he said, his face now flaming red. Toni grabbed the rest of her stuff, tossed it in the bag, and grabbing the bra still laying across his arm, put it in the bag as well. "Ready to go," she announced. Jake zipped the bag up and following Toni, headed back down stairs. KAYLEE’S HOUSE. A dozen or so people were already at Kaylee's house when they arrived. It was about a half and half mix of guys and girls. Everyone was laughing, splashing and having a good time. Jake and Toni went into the pool house to change into their swim suits. Toni went into the changing room and Jake went in the bathroom where he changed into his swim trunks and a navy blue sleeveless tee shirt. They came back out at about the same time. Toni had on the turquoise bikini with a white wrap around her waist that went almost all the way to the floor. Jake's pulse tripled in an instant and he could feel himself beginning to get erect at the sight of her. He picked up a beach ball that was sitting in the corner and held it in front of himself, hoping she wouldn't realize what he was doing. He was scared to think of what Toni would say if she knew he was having these thoughts about her. He was her best friend, and was supposed to protect her, but lately he felt like it was him she needed protection from. They went out of the pool house and Jake jumped immediately into the pool, hoping the cool water would help cool him off, both literately and figuratively. He watched as Toni went over to say hi to Kaylee and Steve who were sitting on the covered swinging chair. "Hey Toni," Kaylee said as Toni walked up to her. "You remember Steve," she said, patting him on the leg. "Yes, hey Steve," Toni said. "Hey Toni," Steve replied. "Hey, I wanted to apologize about Travis. Kaylee told me about what he tried to do with you. He's a freaking idiot and a steroid jock. We went by his Dad's house and let him know that if he showed his face around here, or especially you, that we'd help your boyfriend beat his ass." "Her what?" Kaylee asked. "Her boyfriend, the tall guy she's always with." Steve turned to Toni. "Isn't that your boyfriend?" "No," she said, looking at Jake standing in the pool, leaning against the side, his eyes closed and his head tilted back, his face to the sun, "he's my best friend. He has been since we were six years old." "He must be a good friend because he messed Travis up. He had busted teeth, a fractured jaw, a concussion. That's the kind of damage done by someone that loves you." Steve said, "in my opinion anyway." Could that be true Toni pondered? Could he love her the way she loved him? She knew he loved her, but was it the kind of love that would make him want her the way she wanted him? "He watches you," Steve said, "not creepy stalker like, but like you're very special to him. I noticed it at the lake the other day, that's why I thought y'all were together." "Toni!" Someone was coming through the crowd toward her. "Stormy!" Toni exclaimed as the blonde girl made her way through the small crowd of people. Stormy Davis was the stereotypical blonde bomb shell. She was 5'7", long wavy blonde locks, bright blue eyes that Toni had wondered more than once if they were colored contacts. She had an hourglass figure with large  tits that weren't what Nature provided but were really expensive, a slim waist, and flared hips. She had been the head cheerleader her senior year at their high school. Toni was never a cheerleader, preferring instead to actually play sports instead of cheering for them. She had played basketball, volleyball, softball, and soccer. Stormy finally reached the small group and gave Toni a hug. "So, how have you been since graduation?" she asked Toni. "Just trying to enjoy the summer before starting to college in the fall," Toni said. "So where's Jake?" Stormy asked, looking around. Everyone knew you rarely saw one without the other. "He's in the pool," Toni pointed him out. "Mmm, I wish he'd take that tee shirt off. I can see his big shoulders, arms, and chest through the shirt, but I bet they'd look a lot better without it," she said wistfully. Toni suddenly had the urge to take Stormy over to the pool and hold her head underwater. Where did that come from? Was she jealous of Stormy wanting so see Jake's body. Short answer: hell yes, she was. Stormy had a reputation that seemed to come along with being head cheerleader. Rumor was that she was very sexually active and that once she set her sights on a guy, that was it. They were conquests to her, and once she got what she wanted, she moved on to the next one. Toni suddenly wanted to introduce her to Travis, but then immediately felt bad. Sexual-free-spirit or not, no woman should ever be forced to do something they didn't want to do. "He has a sensitivity to the sun," Toni said, repeating the story that had been made up years prior to explain why he never took his shirt off in front of anyone. "His back and chest break out in an awful rash if they get too much sun." "Well that's just a shame," Stormy said, watching Jake in the pool. Toni took her wrap off and set it on the seat next to Kaylee. "I'm going to go jump in for a bit," she said, walking off toward the pool. Jake saw her coming and smiled. She took three running steps and jumped, right at him. He tried to catch her, but her momentum took them both to the bottom of the pool. Jake came up for air, and saw Toni had already surfaced, laughing. He couldn't help but smile as the reflections of the sunlight off of the water danced across her emerald eyes. She swam over next to him and whispered in his ear. "Somebody's been checking you out." "What?" he asked, surprised. "Yep, Stormy Davis was just up there asking me all about you," Toni teased. He looked up and spotted Stormy, and she did appear to be looking and smiling at him. "Why would she be asking about me?" he asked, confused. "Well, apparently she thinks my best friend is a hunk," she said, winking at him. Stormy was beautiful in a movie star sort of way. Her folks came from old Texas Oil, so she was rich, and could afford the best of everything and she was used to getting her way. Toni wondered if Jake might be interested in Stormy. Jake had never dated. He would talk to the girls in their circle of friends, but he had never sought out a girl in a romantic sense. She had attributed that to his past, and not trusting intimate relationships, but as they got into their teens she expected hormones to take over and that natural drive that seems to exist in every man to reproduce the species to come forth, but for Jake, he had never pursued anyone that she knew of. Was he truly so broken that he might never have a loving physical relationship? "Yeah, right," Jake said. "She could have any guy in our class." "I think she's already had most of them," Toni quipped with a wicked smile. Jake just grinned. His best friend had a caustic wit when she wanted to. "Maybe you should ask her out," Toni suggested. "Uh, what?" Jake asked, stunned. "I know she'd go out with you." "Well, I can't," Jake said. "Why not?" Toni pressed. "I just can't." Jake suddenly had that look in his eyes, like a trapped animal. He turned, climbed up the ladder and headed straight to the pool house. Toni stood there, watching him practically run into the pool house. What had that been about? Had she pushed him too far? Was he really that afraid of intimacy? She felt horrible for making him scared like that. She got out of the pool, got her towel to dry off, and collected her wrap. She decided to give him a little time and assumed that he would be back so she mingled, speaking with friends here and there, mostly Kaylee and Steve. After nearly an hour had passed and Jake was still not back, she began to get worried. She went to the pool house and looked around, but Jake was nowhere to be found. She looked where he had put their bags. Her bag was still there, but his was gone. She went back outside and looked around but couldn't find him. She walked around to where they had parked the truck. His truck was there, but when she opened the door, she saw his keys lying in the seat. She knew he hadn't left them there when they had arrived, so she assumed that he left on foot, but had left her with the truck to get home. Toni quickly went back to the pool house, threw her shirt and shorts on over her swimsuit, and headed out. She drove his truck toward his house, expecting to see him before she got there, but he was not on the road. Had he walked the whole five miles back home this quickly? She parked the truck and mounted the front steps of the house. The front door was locked, but she had his truck keys, and knew where the hidden key was on the front porch. Unlocking the door, she ran up the stairs to his room. The door was open so she looked in. Jake was lying on his back on the bed. His arms folded over his face. His chest still moving up and down rapidly from the exertion of running all the way home, his blonde hair was plastered to his forehead from the swimming and the sweat. His face and arms were flushed. Toni padded over on bare feet and eased herself down on the bed next to him. Laying her head on his chest and stretching her arm over his stomach. She felt his body tense at her touch. He had always avoided physical contact with everyone, except for his parents, and her. She was afraid that she might suddenly lose her place in this exclusive club. She started to remove her arm when he reached down with his left hand and stopped her. Holding her arm across his stomach. "Toni, I'm sorry," Jake started out. "No Jake, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that." "No, it's not your fault. I know you didn't mean anything by it, it's just that the thought of asking out a girl, while I'm already in love with another girl; it just wouldn't be right." He said it in a low whisper. "What do you mean, you're already in love with another girl?" She was both thrilled and terrified of what his answer might be. "Toni," he confessed. "I love you. I always have, and I always will. I love you as my first and best friend, but I also love you in another way." "And what way is that?" Toni asked, feeling light headed and giddy. "In a way that I want to kiss you, and hold you in my arms forever. In a way that I want to make love to you if someday you loved me too." "Well," Toni whispered in his ear, her hot breath causing an almost instant erection. "Welcome to someday Jake, because I do love you, too." Jake moved his other arm and looked down at Toni who was looking up at him. She slowly moved up, never taking her eyes off of his, and placed her lips softly on his. Her right hand slid up his chest, up the side of his neck before moving to the back of his head, drawing his head down even further. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and her tongue reached out tentatively and touched his lips. At first she felt him stiffen, but then he opened his mouth and let her tongue enter. As it touched his tongue it was like an electric shock that flowed through his whole body. Jake's arms tightened around her body, pulling her on top of him. He could suddenly feel her  tits pressing into his chest. As he kissed her more passionately she started to move her hips in such a way that she was rubbing directly on top of his rock hard erection. "Umm," they both moaned in unison. "Oh Jake," Toni said as she kissed neck, "I have wanted this for so long now." "Me too." Jake whispered, nuzzling her neck and ear. "I have loved you, really loved you for so long now. I was so scared to act on it because I was afraid if you didn't feel the same way that you wouldn't or couldn't be my friend anymore and I just couldn't bear to think of that." "Oh, baby. I thought the same thing. You have never expressed any interest in girls so I didn't know if that was something you were even interested in. I know the terrible things that you lived through, and that could mess someone up for life, and I'm not saying you're broken, but I wouldn't blame you if you had some reservations about getting in a physical relationship. I know how you are about being touched, and I know you tolerate it from me, but I didn't know if you actually liked it." "You're right. I did have a rough go at the start. I know that since I came here that I'm safe, and cared for and loved, but I know I still have an issue about being touched. There are some memories that I don't know if I'll ever be able to repress, but that first day that you climbed the fence into my back yard and we played cars, and then I

Touching Toni: Part 1

TOUCHING TONI: PART 1 BEST FRIENDS FIND THEY BOTH WANT SOMETHING MORE. Based on a post by L Kilkenny [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LKilkenny/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/TouchingToni1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/TouchingToni.jpg] Jake awoke from what was apparently a very good dream since he could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Lying on his side, facing the wall, he was still in that transition between sleep and wakefulness. Taking a deep breath and stretching he noticed a distinct and familiar smell. It was floral and fresh with a hint of strawberry. He started to roll over but something was pressed against his back. Craning his head around the first thing he saw were bare feet with red painted toe nails, ankles crossed with one foot lightly bouncing. Turning his head further, he saw bare legs, smooth, shapely, tan, and athletic. He next saw blue-jean shorts over narrow hips, a tucked in white tee shirt concealing firm, proud  tits, one of which was covered by a cascade of blue-black hair which came almost to the waist, a long slender neck, clean jawline, supple lips, narrow nose, and deep emerald green eyes. The eyes, and the lips, held a smile as Jake looked at his unexpected visitor. "Morning sleepy head," Toni said pertly. "Hey Toni," Jake said sleepily, in his deep soft voice. "What's up?" "Uh, not you," she joked. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up today. I started to wake you once, but you sounded like you were having a really good dream so I just got comfortable and waited for you to wake up." "What time is it? How long have you been here?" Jake asked, still keeping his back to her because his erection was still raging. Toni looked down at her phone. "It's 9:30 in the morning and I've been here about an hour or so." "So what are you doing here so early on a Saturday morning?" "Will you go with me to the mall today?" Toni asked. "Uh, yeah, sure. I just need to take a shower," Jake said. "Okay," she said looking at him with her trademark half-smile. She waited a full five seconds to see if he would move. He didn't. "I'm going to get some orange juice," she said getting up off the bed. "You want some?" "Uh, sure," he said, still looking back over his shoulder. Toni left her sandals on the floor next to his bed and padded barefoot out the door, headed to the kitchen. Jake jumped out of bed with tented boxers. He grabbed some clean underwear, a pair of khaki shorts and a tee shirt and headed down the hall to the bathroom, but only after looking both ways at the door to make sure no one would see him. Turning on the shower as soon as he got inside the bathroom, he stripped his boxers off and threw them in the hamper. Feeling the water before stepping into the shower, he put both hands on the wall and let the water flow over his head and down his back. At 6'3" he had to bend slightly at the waist to get his head below the shower head. His broad back was pale compared to his face, neck and arms which were nicely tanned. Jake had the classic farmer's tan, meaning he was rarely out in the sun without a shirt on. The reason for that was evident in the raised red scars crisscrossing his back. FOSTERED. Jake had grown up in the foster care system. His mother had abandoned him on the steps of a church in Cleveland, Ohio when he was a day old. He was handed over to social services and placed with a family that made a living out of gaming the foster care system. Child care was not on their list of priorities. He was barely fed, never loved, and when the man of the house had a little too much to drink, the boy became the target of his evil inclinations. When he was 6 years old, and after a particularly harsh beating, he had waited until his foster parents had finally passed out from drink, took the only thing he owned, a small metal car with one wheel missing, and he left. It was raining and cold. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he wasn't staying here anymore. He walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, passed street corners where hookers and drug dealers plied their trades, past darkened alleyways where junkies snorted and injected drugs, some of them for the last time. He felt invisible, as he had so often in his home. Unseen and unheard until fate or just plain bad luck seemed to shine a spotlight upon him, making him the most visible thing in the room. A target. On this night though, thankfully, he remained invisible. Cold and wet, but invisible to those around him. Suddenly he smelled something that smelled like heaven. Someone was cooking and his stomach was growling. Driven by hunger, he followed his nose down an alley until he found a door propped open and the smells coming out where too much to resist. He went inside and found a pan of fresh bread rolls. He grabbed one and started eating. He didn't hear the large man that walked up behind him. "Would you like a glass of milk with that?" a voice behind him asked. He spun around like a cornered animal, looking for an escape. The man could see the fear in the boy's eyes. He backed up so that he wasn't too imposing and knelt down on one knee. "It's okay son, I'm not going to hurt you," he said holding his empty hands, palms out, toward him. "Would you like some eggs and bacon?" he asked. "What's bacon?" the boy asked quietly. "What's bacon?" the man asked stunned. "Well son, it's only the best dang breakfast food on the planet. It's practically its own food group." "I've never had any bacon," he said, unable to meet the man's eyes. "What's your name son?" The boy stood, not answering, looking down at the floor. "It's okay son, you're not in trouble. My name's Mike." He held out his large hand. The boy automatically flinched back, away from his hand. "Hey, hey, hey; it's okay. No one's going to hurt you, I promise," Mike said soothingly. "You do have a name don't you?" The boy shook his head slowly, side to side. "Well, how about we call you, uh, Jake?" "Jake," the boy whispered. It was the first time in memory that he had an actual name, other than kid, brat, bastard, or any of a hundred names of the type. He nodded his head and said again, "Jake." "Okay Jake, how about those eggs and bacon?" "Okay," Jake said, his head slowly nodded. Scrambled eggs and bacon soon became Jake's favorite food in the world. It was so good. He had eaten two scrambled eggs and was on his 6th piece of bacon when he heard someone knocking on the back door of the diner. "Jake, this is John." Mike said, introducing the man who came in. "John is a policeman and he helps people." "Hey Jake," John said. Mike had already warned him about trying to touch the boy. "Like Mike said, I'm a police detective. My job is to help people. Do you need help, Jake?" Jake sat, looking at Mike and John for a few moments before very slowly nodding his head. "Okay, finish your breakfast, and we'll get Mike to make you a sack lunch to take with us, and we'll go for a ride in my car, okay?" "Okay," Jake whispered. "Hey Mike, would you have any of MJ's clothes here? He's about Jake's size isn't he?" John asked. MJ was Mike Jr., Mike's 5 year old son. "You know, I think I do. I keep a change of clothes for him here because whenever he comes by to visit he invariably gets something on his shirt or his pants so I keep a couple sets of clothes here." Mike left the room and soon came back with a shirt, pair of pants, and even a pair of sneakers. "Hey Jake, would you like to change into some dry clothes?" "Okay," Jake said. "All right, come on back here where you can have some privacy." Mike took Jake to his office and gave him the clothes, "Here you go bud, put these on." Mike closed the door, but walked around the side of the office where there was a window. He just wanted to make sure Jake could get changed okay. When he looked through the window, the blood drained from his face. "John," he hissed. John came over and looked through the window. He saw Jake gingerly removing his old, wet tee shirt. The red lashes across his back were angry, swollen, and fresh. "My God," Mike said in an emotional whisper. John simply shook his head. In his line of work, he had seen this type of thing far too often, and he never got used to it. When he was changed, Jake was taken to the police department where he was able to give the names of his foster parents. They were arrested, charged, and would be in prison for many years to come. John called his sister, Diane, in Texas, because he knew that she and her husband had recently found out that they would never be able to have children and had been talking about adopting. He arranged with the social services representative to meet with Diane and Bob Hardin. Within the month, Jake was getting on his first airplane, bound for Dallas, Texas. Bob and Diane understood the uphill battle they faced with Jake. They knew that years of abuse would be hard to overcome, but they were kind, patient, supportive and now Jake was 18, having just graduated in the top five percent of his class, with academic scholarships for pretty much anywhere he wanted to go. He still had his physical scars, and his emotional scars. He still did not like to be touched. He would willingly accept physical contact from only three people. His adopted parents and Toni Flint. Jake moved in with Bob and Diane, to a quiet suburb in The Colony, Texas. Soon after, he was outside, playing in their spacious back hard. Though his adoptive parents had bought him many new toys, he still played with his familiar old three wheeled car. On this day, as he played, he heard a voice call to him with a simple, "Hi." Jake turned to see a girl about his age standing at the fence between his yard and the yard next door. She was tan with long hair that was shiny black like a crow's wing. She had green eyes that seemed to look into his soul. "Hi," Jake said. "What's your name?" "Jake." "Hi Jake, I'm Toni." "Isn't that a boy's name?" "Not when you spell it with an 'I'," she said pertly. "Do you want to play?" Jake asked her. "Sure." Toni climbed the chain link fence without a moment's hesitation. "What are you playing?" Toni asked him. "Cars," Jake said. "Okay. Do you have another car?" "No, but you can play with mine," Jake said, handing her the beat up little car. "Thank you," Toni said. After playing and talking for a while, they heard a voice calling. "Toni, Toni Flint!" "Oh, there's my mom," Toni said, holding the little car out to Jake. "You can keep it," Jake said quietly. Toni looked at the pitiful little car and smiled a little half smile. "Thank you," she said and reached out and grabbed Jake in a big hug. Jake stood stock still for a second before slowly reaching his arms around her. Diane Hardin, watching from the kitchen window smiled, even as a tear fell from her eye. Toni and Jake has been inseparable best friends ever since. MORNING ROUTINE. After taking care of his morning wood, Jake finished showering, jumped out, dried off quickly, brushed his teeth, shaved, put on after shave and deodorant, and finally put on his shorts and tee shirt. Back in his room, he found Toni, again laying back on his bed, holding her phone in one hand and a pop tart in the other. Two glasses of orange juice, one already half empty, sat on the bedside table. He was still rubbing his head with a towel when he walked into the room. He threw the towel on the desk chair, and grabbed some socks and shoes. Putting them on, he said, "Okay, ready to go." Toni looked over at him and shook her head while making little clucking noises with her tongue. Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she pointed back at the desk chair. "Sit," she commanded. Jake looked at Toni and sat back down in the desk chair. Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a comb and walked around behind his chair. She ran her fingers through his wild mass of blonde hair. His hair was close cut on the sides and back, but longer on the top in what was called a side-part fade. For some reason, he always forgot to comb his hair. He was very hygienic, always clean, showered, shaved, but he never seemed to remember to comb his hair. His first year of school after moving in with the Hardin's, he would catch the school bus in front of Toni's house. He would always be there, sitting on her steps waiting for her. Most mornings his hair would be sticking every direction at once. She started carrying a comb in her backpack. She would take it out, work her way through his blonde hair before she would finally step back, look him over and declare him, "Good to Go." What she didn't know what that Jake's mother made sure his hair was combed before he left the house, but he would intentionally mess it up on the walk over to Toni's so that he could feel her hands on his head as she combed his hair. Today she was standing behind him, pulling the comb through his hair, setting the part, before spinning his chair around and looking down into his pale, ice-blue eyes as he looked up at her, and smiled. She looked back up to his hair, combed a few stray locks into place and declared him, "Good to go." MALL WALKING. Walking through the mall they made quite the pair. Jake at 6'3" with wide shoulders and narrow hips, wore an orange University of Texas tee shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black Under Armor running shoes. Toni was 5'10", her dark skin and raven black hair, evidence of her Native American ancestry from her father's side, but whose emerald eyes were definitely a throwback to her mother's Icelandic family roots. "Are we looking for anything in particular today?" Jake asked as they rode the escalator up to the second floor. "We're meeting Kaylee and she and I have to do a little quick shopping. Then I was hoping we could go by the lake and maybe grill some burgers, and hang out. It's the beginning of summer and we've graduated high school so this is our last summer before we all scatter and go off to college." When he didn't respond, she looked up at him and saw in his eyes a combination of fear, anxiety, and sadness. "Jake?" Toni asked, putting her hand on his arm. "Yeah?" he said. The look in his eyes was gone. This worried her more than the fear, this was his mask that he had learned to put on in the years before he came to Texas. The mask that he hides behind when he feels like he needs to retreat into himself. "Oh Jake...." Toni started, concern showing in her eyes. "Hey guys, over here!" they heard as they reached the top of the escalator. Coming toward them was Kaylee Anderson, her brown wavy hair bouncing as she trotted toward them. She was cute with a big smile and big chocolate brown eyes. At 5'3" she seemed tiny next to Jake and Toni. What most people noticed about her though were the 36 D  tits that seemed oddly out of place on her otherwise tiny frame. "Kaylee!" Toni said, hugging her best girl friend. "I'm so glad to see you guys," Kaylee said. "Hey, Jake." "Hey, Kaylee," Jake smiled at her. Kaylee had been friends with Toni and Jake since the 9th grade, so she knew Jake's aversion to physical contact, so even though she was a "hugger," she knew not to try to hug Jake. "Have you found anything yet?" Toni asked. "I haven't really looked yet, I was waiting on you. This is kind of a two person job. I need your opinion." "Well let's get to it." The two girls headed off with Jake close behind. He wasn't paying much attention until the girls turned into a store with swim suits adorning all the mannequins in the windows. "I think I'll wait out here in the concourse." "But Jake, we need your opinion on our new swim suits," Kaylee said. "Toni can give you an opinion," Jake said nervously. "A man's opinion is always better," Kaylee insisted. "Please," Toni said. Jake looked over and saw exactly what he expected to see. Toni's pout face, that she knew he couldn't say no to. "Ugh, okay, let’s get this over with," Jake sighed. Kaylee clapped her tiny hands and Toni hooked her arm in his and pulled him along. FITTING ROOM. Jake was sitting in a chair close to the dressing rooms and the girls had both gone back with several suits each. Kaylee was the first to come out. She had a bright yellow two piece bikini that looked like the structural integrity of the string holding the top up may have been at its design limits. She spun around two times allowing him to see the front and the back. The bottoms were high cut at the hips and hugged tightly to her rounded back side. "Well?" she asked. "Uh, yeah, Kaylee, it looks great," Jake stammered. He could feel his ears getting red. "Jake Hardin, are you blushing?" Kaylee trilled. "No, er, oh come on, Kaylee, you know I'm not the right guy for this," Jake said, looking anywhere other than directly at her. Kaylee just laughed and headed back to the dressing room. Jake leaned over, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. "How do I get myself into these situations?" he asked, to no one in particular. "Jake?" Jake looked up and froze. Toni stood there in a turquoise two piece. The contrast between her dark skin and the suit was amazing. The top showed off her perfect  tits. He could faintly see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of the top. The bottom of the suit was small but tasteful. Toni actually looked a little bashful as she turned slowly for his inspection. Jake could feel his temperature rising up his neck and into his face; and that wasn't all that was rising. "Wow," Jake said, his deep voice barely audible. "Do you like it?" Toni asked almost bashfully. "Uh, yeah Toni, it, uh, looks great on you," he said. He was staring and he knew it, but he couldn't look away. "You really think so?" she asked, looking down at herself. "Yeah, Toni, I really think so; you're, I mean it's beautiful," he said, reverently. Was he saying "I'm beautiful?" she asked herself, looking up to see him openly staring at her. She felt butterflies in her stomach and a familiar warming sensation a little further down. "Yeah, I like this one too, I think I'll get it," she said, turning to walk back to the dressing room. Passing a full length mirror she looked and saw Jake's reflection. It appeared that his eyes were glued to her ass as she retreated. Her lips curled up in her little half smile. GRUB. They made a stop at the grocery store where they picked up some premade hamburger patties, hot dogs, buns, condiments, salad fixings, drinks, paper plates, napkins, charcoal, and some ice. Most of this went into the large ice-chest in the bed of Jake's truck. With everything chilling in the ice chest, they headed for Lewisville Lake. They found one of the public camping areas, close to the water, with picnic tables and a grill. Evidently, the girls had been on their phones during the drive because within a half hour several of their other friends showed up. While the guys messed around in the water, the girls laid out on towels to work on their tans, and so everyone could see their new swim suits. Jake was busy getting the grill going when a group of guys about their age came wandering up. Evidently they knew a couple of the guys and girls from their group and they were talking. One of the group, a tall jock-type named Travis, seemed especially interested in Toni. He was maybe an inch taller than Jake and looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. He

Fucking the Feminism Out.

FUCKING THE FEMINISM OUT. I FUCK THE FEMINISM OUT OF MY NEPHEW. AND GOT A REWARD. Based on a post by DangerHunt69 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DangerHunt69/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/FuckingTheFeminismOut.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/FuckingTheFeminismOut.jpg] I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a claim of women being identical, if not superior to men. Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do something. "Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry. "Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around." I argued. "I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my late sister's son?" Eugene was confused. "You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal? Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!" "And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is wise." "All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day, so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life of submission to hostile dominant women!" "And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our nephew? Is that fair to me?" "Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had, Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to find a slut in our bed?" "I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord. I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?" "Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back. Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing this to save our nephew's soul." "And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged. "Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done. Not just the priest this time." "Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the house." TOXIC WITH TESTOSTERONE. The issue first came up when I was reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He had to retake a sociology class. Eugene and I were paying crazy high tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their militant feminist nonsense. I started my quest to save my nephew with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started. A DINNER PLAN. One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was preparing the cannolis. "Looks good, Aunt Marge. I remember when I was little, Mom made some at Easter! I haven't had her treats since she and dad got in the highway accident. Need some help?" "No, my sweet handsome man. Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a beer? The baseball game's starting soon." "Eh, I'm not really much of a baseball guy. I'd much rather help you in here." "Rob, my darling, a good woman's place is managing the kitchen. You should have some relaxation. You worked really hard, today!" "But I" "Please, I insist." "Okay auntie." My nephew said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving to sit with his uncle in the living room. Good. That's a good small start. I thought to myself. But how am I going to escalate this; If this is going to work. I'm going to have to convince him to have sex with me, eventually. A few hours later, the four of us sat down at the table and had dinner. Kim, my niece, was picky and only ate half of what I cooked (as usual) and excused herself by the time the dessert came out. "I made cannolis! I hope everyone likes them, I made them with love." "They look really good, aunt Marge!" My nephew said moments before happily scarfing his down. "I bet at college, you're used to making the girls into a different kind of cannoli made with love!" "Marge, please! I'm trying to eat!" My cheating lecher of a husband belted, with half a cannoli in his mouth. "Ha ha ha, well, you know." My nephew's face turned red. "Know what?" I inquired. "Gotta use protection, if you do get to; and continually ask for her consent. No cannolis here." He was clearly uncomfortable. So he was using condoms? Back in my day, men didn't bother with that sort of thing. If I was going to turn my nephew into a real man, I was going to need to do something about that. The next day, or the next night, rather; my nephew, niece and I; sat down to watch a movie. Who the fuck knows where my faithful husband was, probably out whoring again. I deliberately picked out the steamiest movie I could think of while still maintaining plausible deniability. It was no Backdoor Sluts Nine, but I figured Red Mother (or whatever the fuck it was called) would be spicy enough, based on the IMDB parents guide. While watching the movie I made sure to make a few choice comments. "Wow, Jennifer Lawrence sure has some nice tits, huh?" "Sure." Kim half questioned my comment. "Yeah, they're nice." Rob finally acknowledged. "Yeah, mine used to be just like that too. But they're still perky. Do you see any nice racks like that at college, Rob?" "Aunt Marge! Gross." Kim blurted, then walked away. "Ha ha ha; um maybe? "What are you, gay?" I blurted out. I got scolded by a female professor for what she called 'ogling'. They made me go to a lecture on how to look only at a woman's face, actually." “You're not allowed to observe women's bodies?” I was stunned. "No, I just think that women deserve respect, and are more than just their bodies." “So you're mandated re-education dictates that you not notice their bodies. Pretend they're not even a body?” “Sort of.” Rob confirmed. Well that was a total failure! I thought to myself. I needed to find another way, a pressure point. It sure doesn't sound like he's getting laid, if you ask me. Maybe if I dress more provocatively, I can get to him that way. Then once he's in my bed, he'll be more pliable and fall under my traditional influence? I'll have to fuck the feminism out of him. That's when I invoked my final strategy. Eugene whined about it and finally consented when I made reference to his own unorthodoxy. I spent the next weekend picking out new clothes at the mall. Not just lingerie and skimpy underwear, but tank tops and booty shorts too. This needed to be a slow burn, like boiling a frog. I did buy a pink G-string though, that I would wear once it happened. In fact, most of what I bought was red, white, pink, or purple. I feel like those are the submissive feminine colors. Twice that week, Eugene came in late, with pussy smell on his cock and underwear. That settled my resolve to move forward and make young Robert into a good man. A masculine man. After my little shopping spree, I started to wear dixie shorts and a tank top around the house. Rob never said anything, but I've noticed that his gaze tends to linger longer now. Which is good! I need him to start seeing me as a sex object, rather than his mother. After a brainstorming session, I decided on my next move! I would take on topless sunbathing as a hobby and request an oil massage. It was just sensual enough to move the needle, but not enough to seem inappropriate. It's all about plausible deniability! I bought a chaise lounge chair and started to sunbathe in our fenced in backyard. I timed my sunbathing so that I would be outside when my nephew came home from his part-time summer job. Being the good boy that he is, he'd come outback to talk to me and tell me about his day. The first day I just let him notice that I was laying on my stomach, without a top. But the second day I made my move. "Oh good, you're back!" I said, flipping my sunglasses up to peer at my handsome nephew. "Yeah, they only scheduled me for four hours today, so things were pretty light and easy." "Well that's good!" I paused for a second. "Hey, could you do me a favor?" "Sure, what is it?" "I think I'm starting to burn up again, could you reapply my tanning lotion?" I said, pointing forward to the bottle. "Um, sure!" My nephew then grabbed the bottle and squirted a little on his hand to rub on my back. God, I can't wait until he's squirting on my back. He then rubbed the lotion up and down against my naked back. "Hey, don't forget to get my sides, okay? and don't be shy." I had him right where I wanted him. For an Italian woman, my tits are actually pretty big. So while he was rubbing my back I knew that he could see the sides of my boobs bulging out from underneath me. Now that he's rubbing my sides, I can feel his hands getting dangerously close to his auntie's cantaloupes. It felt so good having him rubbing me. I wanted to moan. But not yet. I can't ruin things. This was good enough for now, but next time I'll be escalating things. Can't go to fast, too soon. "That's good! Thank you Rob." I said, smiling. Just knowing I'd left him wanting more. A couple days passed and my nephew and I were back in the same situation we had found ourselves in before, only this time I would take things one step further. Things started off with me asking him again, after he got home from work; and then him rubbing my back again, only this time once he was done, I turned over. "Oh gosh, sorry!" He trembled. "No, it's okay! You can look, they're just boobs." He turned to look in the other direction. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, Darling!" I laughed. "I actually have a little bit of a request." "What?" "You see, auntie's felt a little insecure since she turned 40 last year, and well; I kinda want you to take a look at my tits and tell me what you think." "What?" "It's okay!” I said as I sat up and adjusted the backrest to support my back. “I just know that you've probably been seeing some boobs in college, and I just want to know how I stack up is all! I wanna know if auntie's still got it!" "I don't know if that's okay." "It is okay! I'm telling you it's okay!" "Are you sure?" My nephew started to turn his head in my direction. "Positive. If a woman says it's okay, then you shouldn't insult her." Rob then took a full look at me, topless in all my glory. I must admit, I told a lie. Even though I'm forty and perhaps had a wrinkle or two from all the time I spent out in the sun; not a centimeter of sag in sight. "They look, um good. Very nice!" "Oh, you think so?" I said cheerfully, feigning as if that had lifted my spirits. "Yeah! They look good. I like, I like, um;" "It's okay!" I reassured my nephew. "You can tell me how you really feel." "Well I like how your nipples look, they're all cute and small, but they pop out like big pencil erasers." "Thanks! Aw you're so sweet!" I then got up and gave my nephew a hug, squeezing my bare tits against his muscular chest. "So I stack up pretty good against those little sluts you're banging in college?" "Haha I wouldn't put it like that! I didn't bang anyone. They've just taken control of their sexuality is all.” “You've been with a girl, but not in her?” I inquired. Well they change their mind after I, um; go down on them. They get tremors and pant and scream, but after that they say they need to rest, and tell me to leave.” Rob explained. “Selfish Feminist assholes!” I blurted out. “Don't ever let a woman be that selfish, Rob. Find a woman who wants you to be pleased. Then please her so she'll be wanting to please you even more. Now, tell me, are my tit's nice and big for you?” But yes, your boobs are just as nice as theirs. Maybe actually larger." "They're really firm too, wanna feel em'?" "Um, sure! Might as well." Rob then gave a full squeeze to one of my big melons. "Go ahead! And don't forget the other one too! She's lonely." It felt so nice to have a man enjoying my body again. "But going back to what I was saying, any woman that lets a man touch her, or inside of her before marriage is a slut. I know what it's like to be a young woman and to have a little coochie that you just want to shove everything inside of. But trust me, those women are hoes. Those women just use equal rights and all that silly stuff, as an excuse to be little skanks and sleep around." "I disagree." Rob said, letting go of my tit. "I think that for a long time women have been shamed for having the exact same natural bodily urges as men. Yet somehow when a man does it, its okay?" "Men can't get pregnant darling. Women have a higher responsibility than men." "Well with birth control and stuff, it's not like women are randomly getting pregnant either." "You poor, poor thing. You've never experienced real sex until you've done it the way god intended it. No barriers and no hormones. If a woman can't get pregnant, it pales in comparison to real, bare sex. What those little college sluts are doing, is just humping." "Ew ew, okay gross. And they're not sluts, they're women." Maybe egging him on was working? Maybe this was how I would get him in my bed. "No woman who respects herself would let a man do that to her without a guarantee from that man, that he'd support her." "They don't 'let me' do it to them!" "Oh they don't, do they?" I showed sensitivity for his sexual frustration. "This is embarrassing,” Rob blurted out. “I'm done talking about this!" Rob then stormed off and went side the house while I grabbed my bikini top to cover myself. I forgot I had been arguing topless this whole time, my tits just swaying in the wind. Maybe egging him on wouldn't be good enough. I needed something extra to make him warm up to the idea, comfort him. My nephew has too many inhibitions. Another week past; and after thinking it over, I've figured out the best path forward. My friend, Lucy had to get rid of her husband's Viagra, when he had to seek emergency medical help for a boner that wouldn't deflate. I asked her to let me have it. Little did she know that my lying husband was getting it up for every pussy who'd let him. I cook most of my nephew's meals already, so I figured if I started making every single one of his evening meals and slipping Viagra into his water or wine, that his auntie would start seeming a lot more helpful now. I'd always heard people say, "The best pussy, is the closest pussy." Meanwhile, I would start to dress even more scantily. Goodbye dixie shorts and tank tops and hello satin robe, bra, and panties! Walking around the house in my undies wasn't really something I was used to, but I mean it's not like my nephew could really get too upset with me for it. After all, its "my body" right? If I want my ass and tits in my nephew's face, that's my right! The Viagra plan was working a bit too well. Every evening I would make him dinner, and then parade around the house all sexy while he sported a major erection in the living room, while watching TV together. Eventually, after a while; he would excuse himself, presumably to masturbate. He was only 20, so it's not like it wasn't already super easy for him to get hard, but I needed him to associate auntie with his dick getting hard. Gosh, now that I think of it, I was Rob's age, 20, when Eugene's sister had him. Crazy how time flies. And God what a big cock, Rob's looks to be! I had no idea my nephew had such a fucking huge sausage in his pants. Mind you, I can only see it in his shorts, but based on the outline of the thing, he must be at least 8 inches! Funny enough, my niece, Kim; didn't seem to bothered by my new choice of wardrobe. She asked me once about it, and I just said it was "more freeing" and she totally bought it. Maybe she'll start doing the same, who knows. That night, Eugene came home late, his breath smelling of whiskey, but his cock smelling like strange pussy, again. Eventually the day came and I was nervous. I needed this to go well. At dinner, after Rob finished his first glass of wine, I handed him a second without even asking; but he downed the whole thing just the same. Good. I thought. I needed him to let go of his inhibitions, with a little bit of dissolved Viagra to help, of course. Not that Rob can't perform. I've cleaned up enough cum on his bed to know he's capable. But I need him capable for multiple loads of cum, tonight. One day he's going to just see women as eager to have her man to put his cock in her often, and cook for him; and that transformation starts today. After dinner, the whole family, except my husband; who "went out drinking with his friends", sat down to watch a movie. After maybe 30 minutes, little Kim got bored and left, leaving just Rob and me. I looked over and could see him squirming. "Be back in just a minute!" I said, excusing myself. I then slipped into my room for a quick wardrobe change. I threw off my low-cut top that was showing off plenty of cleavage and my short shorts to change into a matching lacy set. A lacy pink thong and bra. When I returned, I could see him on the couch closely paying attention to the movie. I sat next to him on the couch, to his left. See, I didn't pick just any movie. I chose the hottest, most unexpectedly steamy movie of all time: Back to the Future! I know, I know it doesn't technically have a sex scene; but before a key scene came up, I asked Marty to hand me the remote, sitting on the coffee table. He reached, then handed it to me, but now my right arm was around his shoulder. I turned up the volume just in time when Marty McFly gets in the car with his mom and she kisses him. That makes me feel so horny, I can feel myself starting to get wet. I slipped my left hand down into my undies and sure enough, I am. With my nephew in one hand and my pussy in the other, I start to play with my clit. Slowly at first, so slowly I don't think he noticed, then I started flicking a bit faster. By this time Rob definitely noticed me playing with myself but with my arm around him, I wasn't going to let him escape. "You know honey, I haven't been dressing like this just for myself. I want your approval. "Huh? You want my, approval?" "Every woman wants a man's approval. And for me, that man is you." "I don't understand." "I just want you to think I'm a 'cool aunt'. I can be a cool girl for you." "You're my aunt. You're not a girl. And you're cool the way you are." "I'm a woman, yes, but women were made for men. And I was made to be a woman, for you." "What about uncle?" He let out the loudest whisper I'd ever heard. "Your uncle is a struggling with sin. He's been player. He doesn't love me enough, anymore. And I need to be loved. I'm sure you understand. Every woman needs a man to love her." "Okay. But me?" "You're the only other

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