Summer of ’65: Part 2

A more enjoyable way to study sex ed.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess’ house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.

On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.

We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.

Summer of ‘65: Part 1

English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The closeted life of a boy’s boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties.

So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp.

Sex For Science’s Sake

Girl volunteers for a sensory enhancement program

Based on a post by asadama. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Meet Deana.

Deana volunteers to test a membrane that she hopes will allow her to experience an orgasm. To her surprise the membeane does much more. She is asked to join the membrane development program, to work with them to make the product commercially viable. The series will also contain stories about other people involved in the project and the ways in which the membrane impacts their lives.

My Sexy Math-lete

First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room.

Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses.

Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers; 63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or anyone else to see the pathetic grade.

She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university.

Discovering Amy: Part 2

Amy gives her first blowjob.

In 2 parts, by Djmac1031. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories

Tommy sat by the edge of the pool, alone with his thoughts as he waited for Amy to come back out of the house.

Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods.

He had just gotten back poolside when Amy’s best friend Cindy came over to him.

“If you’re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago,” Cindy said. “She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren’t fighting or something are you?”

Discovering Amy: Part 1

Two life long friends start to explore intimacy together.

In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I’d wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house.

She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we were toddlers, our families being very close and part of the same church group.

The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school.

As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us.

Marooned, With Daisy

Young Daisy is stranded on an island with five men.

Based on a post by Elsie Thompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.

"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him. The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed.

My Sister’s Best Friend

“It’s okay, you can look all you want,"

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 

One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.

My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career.

River Fantasy

 

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting.

by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose.

No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kettle drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.

Posing Leads To...

 

Artwork leads to passion for virgin artist.

By SoCaliDude. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where Ron, 24,  graduated a few years earlier. He’s now a junior at CSUF.

Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene.

I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is 5 foot 10 with brown hair and green eyes. Folks say I’m shy, but Ron say’s my smile is captivating. while Ron could talk to anyone. His friend Joe suggested that we date, but I wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."

Once Is An Accident

I took my friend Tess’s virginity by accident.

by  thegratian. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The text popped up on my screen: “Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up all your cum for when I see you tomorrow.”

Lysa attached a video. It was taken last summer, right before we were going to be apart for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples beautifully hard. The video kept going further down, over her toned abs, to the fuzzy dusting of blonde hair on her cunt. Further down, and I could see her flowery cunt lips opening, welcoming my cock over and over with a wet sound.

Human Sexuality 3O1: Part 1

First day of an advanced university-level sex ed class.

Based on a post by smalltitslovr, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Hi! My name is Samantha. I'm a 25 year old college graduate. I am about 5' 3", and I'm a very petite girl. I have black hair and blue eyes. My tits are small-ish, but they look larger because of my small figure (a 32 b chest looks more voluptuous than a 38 b does.) My ass is average. But nice and tight, because I work out quite a bit.

Today, I'd like to tell you about a class I took in second semester of my sophomore year of college: Advanced Sexual Education. Here's the description from the course catalog: I attended a private research university, in southern California.

The Girl Next Door

 

A young woman gives her virginity to her next door neighbor.

by SkyBubble. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade.

Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman.

We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.

The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 2

The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 2

 A visit with her mother.

by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The score was tied 0-0 at halftime. I waved to Steffi as she walked by into the gym. Her dad and Jeremy left to get some sodas out of their car. I found myself alone with Mrs. Goldwasser, her mother. “I want to thank you for last night, Rob,” she began. “You should know that Steffi and I have few secrets. She told me just about everything when she came in.” She saw the concern on my face and laughed, “No, don’t worry. How many eighteen year old girls do you know who haven’t had sex? What do you think I did when I was eighteen? I’m Jewish so I obviously wasn’t trying to be a nun.

The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1

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