Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 2

The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.

By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun.

I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.




Where to go next and what to do had been the two big questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply, enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.

We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

The Virgin Couple's Wedding Night: Part 2

A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.

From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Into the Depths

He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening.

“I love you, Emma,” he whispered, tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life. Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.”

“I want your beautiful hard cock inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!”

The Virgin Couple’s Wedding Night: Part 1

 

A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.

From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories

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My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American.

We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street.

Mrs. Pevensey’s Naughty Secrets

 Finding Marion's naughty pictures leads to more!

By cruiser_2015. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened.




I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased.

Summer In Maine: Part 2

 

Lesson Two, and Two and a half.

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Stories.

This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return.

Summer In Maine: Part 1

 Chrissy Returns A Favor. It’s Pete’s first time.

Based on a post by Member 389. In 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.

Franky’s Mennonite Girl

Two young people of different religions fall in love.

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

The Mennonite girls that I see every week work in a very unique Country Store that my mother shops at. They stock most things in bulk and have a great Deli. Mom can get her meats and cheese for half the price that other grocery stores charge. They have locally grown organic vegetables too. All of the employees are Mennonites and most of them are girls. We live in Fort Hayes, Kansas. It’s a college town in the rural western part of the state.

The prettiest girl is about my age and she is always hanging around another girl that could be her older sister. Dad says that they have to travel in packs. Mom makes me go with her, to load the groceries. I don’t have to go inside while she shops, so I typically stand in the shade at the end of the building and wait for her to come back out.

A Bath with My Oldest Friend

by Eeveelynn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Baths ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.

“Thankyou.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.

The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.

“Cat, are you going to be ok in there?” He questioned softly.

“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having panic attack.

My Roommate’s Boyfriend

My roommate’s boyfriend takes care of my needs.

by Ginger_Sun. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I had been on a single stint for a while. It had been over a year since having any sexual pleasure from a man. During that time, I watched my roommate have visits from her boyfriend on a weekly basis.

One Saturday, my roommate and her boyfriend were out on a date. I was in the living room watching a movie when they got back in. They sat down and joined me. Seeing them on the couch flirting with each other, knowing they were going to get frisky later, in one sense made me jealous and in another turned me one a bit.

The Funeral Courtship

Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.

But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.

My Virgin Scuba Adventure

My first time with a woman was way better than porn!

Based on a post by my deep six. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

My name is Robbie, looks-wise I'm tall and lanky, awkward, with curly brown hair usually too long, and up to last weekend, a virgin College sophomore. I learned when you are single with few friends, meeting a woman is hard, meeting one that will touch your cock is harder, and the fact that I was a poor, scruffy underclassman was not helping.

Julia’s Booty: Part 4

The perfect partner.

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Julia stood in front of me and looked around like she didn’t quite know what to do. It was like the Julia I knew from months ago, and it was very cute.

“Hey,” I said. I hopped on the bed. “Come here, silly.”

She skipped over to me and the mattress popped up when she jumped on. She was now on her back, fully extended on the bed. I sat beside her as we kissed, and I reached over and pulled her legs apart. She started breathing faster, her eyes wider. The aromas of her arousal were strong and so sexy. My cock was rock-hard. I got up and moved my body in between those spread legs, into a space super warm and pungent. I told her I was excited.

Julia’s Booty: Part 3

Surviving Apartness.

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

She did a cute little toe pivot. “Did I do good?”

I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t believe I came that quickly.”

“Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.”

I kind of laughed to myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, realizing that I never got a moment to do such a simple task. Julia came up to me and put her hands on my chest as we kissed, and her mouth was a bit salty and I soon realized why. But I went with it. She jumped into my arms and I dropped onto an ottoman, Julia now in my lap.

Julia’s Booty: Part 2

Study Group lab researches advanced techniques.

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Julie went directly back to sucking my cock head directly into her mouth. I threw my head back and groaned. And then without warning my eyes widened and my mouth fell open in shock as she pushed her head down and my cock slid all the way into her mouth into the back of her throat. It was like a suction of tight slippery warmth all the way down the base of my shaft. I was giving audible “uh”s of pleasure as Julia stayed locked onto my cock stuffed all the way into her throat, slightly bobbing up and down. She slid it out of her mouth and gasped with strings of saliva dangling between her and me.

Julia’s Booty: Part 1

They were College Prep Study Partners

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?”

 “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.

“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”

She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.