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.

Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.

Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of lift.

My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.

My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side, now that we were in France.

As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from the depths of the cab hailed me with,

"Hop in sweetheart."

I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung myself & my duffle in.

"Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat.

"Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied, taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin.

"So 'ow long you going for?"

"I don't have to be back until October to start university classes."

"Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.

“Speaking of work,” I ventured a question.. “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered? How’s that working out?”


“My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.”

“How’d you learn?” I asked.

“Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was around.” She explained.

The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours.

"So off for the three-S holiday are we?"

"The three S?" I said quizzically.

"Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell someone’s age by their three esses?"

"Sorry, I'm not with you."

"Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?"

"OK!"

"Sun, sea and?"

"Sand!"

This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life!

"OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?"

"Sangria?"

"Getting better, much better, but still not there. One more try."

I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of nowhere.

"Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it.

"How many letters?" She took one hand off the wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted.

"Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my brains, but even sangria was only seven.

"I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into silence. I could hardly believe my ears.

"Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging. Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!

"Come on now." She said placing one hand on my knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all. "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”

"Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are johnnies in your pack aren't there?"

This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner.

"You win." I said reluctantly.

"Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples.

"Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was.

"Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!" Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh.

"That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."

I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head. Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an erection and what to do then?

"I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I muttered weakly.

"Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled past.

"OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a forfeit. You start."

I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal conversation when she asked me.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's the most embarrassing moment of your life?" Shit! I thought.

"Do I have to answer."

"Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging."

"Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."

The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for truth."

"What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting an evasive answer.

"My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you loose your virginity."

"Um, er, well, er......"

"Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?"

"Er yes."

"Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go."

"How old were you when you first had sex?"

"Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn. If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"

I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could really think of the answer my mouth said.

"Find a nice boy and take him up to my room."

"Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."

I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were definitely a liberating decade.

Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a diagonal line with lots of other lorries.

"That's it for today. Let's eat."

We walked over to the building and as I followed her I couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.

They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception.

"Where are you off to?"

"Get a room."

"Well, if you want to save some money and you promise to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them. Your decision."

I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!

We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.

She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this because I could feel my cock swelling.

She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap.

"Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound convincing but obviously failed.

"We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare." Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over here and get a bit more comfortable."

What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was naïve.

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."

Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked. First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just how good you can be."

The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening? Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.

After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it towards her entrance.

No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and whispered in my ear.

"Just stay still, don't try to move."

I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly.

"Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered realising it hadn't been much of a success for her.

"Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits yet and here I was, spent.

"I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."

I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready to go again after just a few minutes of stroking.

"This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back and you have promised to be good."

She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts, feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close. It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.

We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road.

"My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.

We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection. She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqué conversation. She talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather.

We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the unloading.

"I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."

The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my embarrassment.

"Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have ya?"

"Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave a burst of that dirty laugh.

We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable, without being in any way posh.

"Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."

I was still processing the information. We were going to shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.

We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.

She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other. This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of my cock.

The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she spoke.

"OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."

Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may have been learning fast, but I was still naïve.

After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about, investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is until she slid down my body and kissed it.

I had never heard of this before and she sensed my apprehension.

"Just relax and go with it!" These were the last words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again.

"Girls like this too, you know," She said pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy, pink lipped, blond hair surrounded, cunt.

I followed her example, licking slowly and positively, from bottom to top. It tasted divine and left me with a lifelong love of oral favors. Her hands on the back of my head controlled the pressure and pace. The noises she made let me know when I was on the right track.

"Oh fuck, there! Right there! Yes! Stay there!......Fuck that's good!......Oh fuck, hell yes, don't stop!"

Not knowing what to do, I allowed a finger to slip into her moistness and felt her muscles clamp on it. Her hips came off the bed, jerked for a bit, and then she flopped back.

"Shit, dam, fuck, bugger, cunt!" I don't think I'd ever heard a girl use language like that, but then again I'd never done that to a girl before, either.

"Come back up here, you sexy beast." So I obeyed. By now I didn't need it spelled out. I maneuvered on top of her, my young cock found its own way into her welcoming sex, we fucked and then fell asleep.

In the morning I awoke to another novel sensation, a foreign hand was playing with my cock.

"Rise and shine!" Said the voice beside me, as she expertly brought me to full erection by sliding my foreskin gently over the sensitive tip and squeezing. I just lay on my back enjoying the new experience and marveled that these novel sensations hadn't caused me to cum yet.



"Don't move." She continued and straddled on top, facing me, skillfully inserting my now fully erect cock into her moistness. "Don't move a muscle." And she started to rock her pelvis gently back and forth.

The vision was magical. From her bleached blond hair and entranced smile, down over her magnificent breasts to her navel and on down to the triangular tuft of blond hair that just failed to conceal that her sex was full of cock: my cock.

The sensation of such deep penetration was exquisite as she rocked her hips back and forth against me. She placed her hands behind her neck further emphasizing her wonderful breasts.

"Please," she said, rocking back and forth rhythmically, "tell me when you know you are going to cum."

The new sensations were going to take me to that point very quickly, particularly when she took my hands and placed them on her heaving breasts.

"Rub them gently with just the palms of your hands." It was all too much as the sensation shot through me.

"I'm coming!" I declared with certainty.

She instantly stopped rocking, sat full weight burrowing down on my overstimulated cock. It could go no deeper, and then she clenched her powerful pussy muscles. The feeling was unbelievable. I came, and came, and came. All the muscles in my lower abdomen contracted simultaneously as I erupted into her.

"Oh I so love that feeling of a young cock when it cums that hard, deep inside me." She climbed off and my cock, already softening, fell from her.

I’d blasted 5 loads in about 32 hours. My cock was happily spent.

"Shower time!" She exclaimed, pulling me from the bed. "Shower and then we've got to go." We enjoyed another soapy shower together then got dressed.

As she lead the way to the door my new found confidence took over.

"One last Truth?" I ventured.

"OK."

"Have you ever done this before?"

She smiled back, over her shoulder, dimples and all.

"You already know the answer to that, Jacko gave the game away last night!" She then gave a sexy wiggle of her bum and a dirty laugh and, with one last sweet kiss, was gone.

I never saw her again, but this was well before mobile phones. Wherever you are Gilly, You were right, I’ll never forgot that first embarrassing personal disaster nor any of the subsequent pleasures we enjoyed. I am sure you had your own agenda and I am so happy to have been part of your history.

I owe you so much and probably, just as important, so do all my subsequent lovers.

By Slowandeasy47 for Literotica

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.



At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies.

Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini.

Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since.

I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans.

Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women!

The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer.

I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits!

Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder.

"Yes they're pictures of me."

I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory."

She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back.

"He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me."

I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders.

“I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.”

She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all.

Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide.

"Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!"

In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that.

A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers.

She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still surprisingly firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles.

"I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion grinned at me. She stepped off the bed to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude facing me, with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts rested wide and pointed upward.

"Andposing for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. "

They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?"

At that age I was masturbating a couple of times every night in bed, most mornings, and sometimes during the day. I didn't reply but I guess my face gave me away.

"If I pose for you, will you do it over me? It’s been so long since I've watched a man wank. Oh please!"

As she spoke she was visibly getting more and more excited. Her tits were quivering as she all but bobbed up and down with excitement, and she was running her fingertips through her cunt hair. I was shocked to discover this mild-mannered elegant woman's exhibitionist fetish and secret sex life. I'd only ever shown my flaccid cock to other boys in the school gym showers before, but never erect and to a naked woman. But I was a sex obsessed hungry and frustrated twenty one year old and I wasn't saying no to this.

She purred with excitement as I unzipped and dropped my jeans and briefs in a single movement letting my erect cock bounce out. At that age I was reasonably well endowed, about seven inches full erect with a big round purple-grey head and quite hairy. And boy was I erect! With Marion naked in front of me I felt as if I was having the biggest, stiffest erection of my life. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs, then for good measure took my shirt off so I was naked too. I stood wide legged facing Marion as she knelt on the bed. I felt my straining cock swing stiffly as I thrust my hips toward her. Unexpectedly Marion laughed.

"Your cock looks just like your dad's!"

I didn't know what to say at yet another revelation of Marion's secret sex life, so I said nothing.

She purred, leaned forward and caressed my balls and my cock, running her fingers lightly along its length and sliding her fingers up and over my shaft and its head. I'd never had my erect cock touched before. At the sudden shock of sexual pleasure I involuntarily rammed my sex kit into Marion's hand.

Then, unexpectedly, Marion bent really low and took my erection-sensitized cock head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I involuntarily tried to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and struggled, successfully, not to cum in her mouth. Fortunately after a few moments of that she rolled back onto the bed.

“Did you like that?" Marion was, grinning. I was panting and felt as if my cock was going to snap.

She picked up one of the pictures scattered on the bed.

"This was one of my husband's favorite poses."

Repeating the pose she got on all fours on the bed and spread her knees wide. Her big breasts looked so erotic as they hung and swung pendulously above the bed. Her spread thighs and well-rounded bottom gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. To me, somehow most erotically of all, her bush of brown cunt fur peeped out behind her from just under her ass cheeks.

"Touch me!"

Marion was sensuously wiggling her bottom at me. I didn't need to be asked!

She moaned softly as I caressed her soft smooth thighs and ass cheeks. I slid my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks then ran my hand under her between her legs brushing her inside thigh tops and ruffling her rapidly moistening cunt hair with my fingers. Her legs strained wider for my hand and her whole body quivered when my fingers found her vagina lips.

Then as I explored her naked body with my hands she got her naked body into leg-spreading, breast-thrusting and bottom- wiggling poses every bit as explicit as those photographs. My hands savored her exquisitely smooth bottom and thighs, those deliciously sensuously swinging breasts and of course her cunt. From her excited gasps and the way she trembled as my hand between her legs stroked her labia and reached inside her vagina slit I could tell I was hitting the right spot.

As my one hand played with Marion, my other hand fingered my straining cock working it to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. She picked up her little black thong and brushed it over my straining cock, the way I used to do with my mother's panties imagining the feel of a woman's fingers and tongue. The feel of the lace against my cock head was exquisite.

"My husband liked me to do that for him. It got him so excited."

Then she flopped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and thrust her hairy cunt at me in a movement that wobbled her breasts..

"Cum over me!"

I joined her on the bed, kneeling astride her leg. My straining cock was arching up in front of me and my balls were brushing her bare thigh. Kneeling like that is one of my favorite masturbation positions. The heavy feeling of my cock sticking straight out makes it feel huge, and spreading my legs like that as I knelt pulls my muscles tight. Marion had a good long feel of my straining sex kit before I wrapped my hand round my cock to masturbate.

I began the rhythmic stroking and tugging, thrusting my cock forward and making sure I put on a good meaty show. I grunted like an animal and stroked my cock full length with my fist sliding right up over my cock head. With my spare hand I played with Marion's smooth warm thighs and her hairy cunt, and reached forward to caress her breasts.

As I masturbated astride her Marion reached up to lightly caress my balls and slid her hand between my legs to stroke the inside tops of my spread thighs, my groins and my arse. I'd masturbated thousands of times over naked women in porn, but nothing equaled that wank over a real live naked woman with her hand sexually exciting me.

I took my time. I edged, holding myself on the brink of orgasm to prolong and increase my masturbation pleasure. Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I guess my strangled grunt and the way I thrust my cock forward told her I was rising. Then, as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust Marion leaned forward, reached between my spread legs to grip my ass. In an exquisite orgasm I spurted my cum over her belly and right up her front to her breasts.

I stayed kneeling astride Marion's leg with my still mostly-erect cock swinging above her leg and dripping a strand of semen onto her thigh. Marion's light fingers were still playing with my cock and balls, gently stroking my shaft. The friction of her fingers against my shaft and cock head sent a last pulse of orgasm pleasure through my cock and a final spurt of semen that landed on Marion's thigh. I was panting, astonished at what I'd done. Marion reached out for that black lace thong and used it to wipe my semen off her body. Then she tossed it aside.

"Was that good? You did it just like my husband."

'Fucking hell, Marion!" Was all I could gasp. She laughed.

"That's not the kind of language I expect from a church-going boy!"

I flopped onto the bed with Marion. As I lay beside her she browsed through the pictures as if she was re-living fond memories. She told me some of the filthy things she'd been up to in those past months. Seeing those unbelievably erotic pictures while listening to what she'd done, all with a naked woman snuggled next to me, my cock rapidly stiffened up. I also noticed she was constantly fingering her cunt, stroking and massaging her vagina lips, slipping her fingers into her slit and her pink-brown nipples were standing out more and more. I could tell she was getting excited again. Suddenly she put the pictures down.

"They loved it when I pleasured myself for them. It's so much better with men watching. You want to watch me don't you?"

Without waiting for any reply she rolled onto her back. Her breasts flopped sideways and she spread her legs incredibly wide, hooking one leg over mine in the process.

With a deep half sigh half moan her hand slid down her belly and into her bush. I saw her fingers slip into her vagina slit. I watched with erotic fascination as her hand smoothly and rhythmically massaged and stroked her cunt up and down, rustling her pubic hair, setting her belly quivering and her breasts wobbling with the movement of her hand. She had her eyes closed and at first she seemed oblivious to me. As her masturbation pleasure rose she moaned, gasped and squirmed. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me.

"Play with me! Kiss my tits!"

I leaned over her and reached down between her spread legs to caress her inside thigh tops, her groins and her arse the way she'd excited me as I masturbated for her. Her gasps and groans, the way she strained her legs even wider and nuzzled her cunt against my hand told me I was treating her to what she wanted. I kissed her tits. Her nipples were peaking really hard and I licked and flicked them with my tongue.

As I knelt beside her my hard up cock poked and prodded her side. The friction of her body against my cock head was turning my shaft to straining hard steel. As she got more and more excited, her spare hand grabbed my ass and she pulled me hard against her.

Finally her hand suddenly went frantic between her legs, she uttered a long sobbing cry and her entire body seemed to tense. Her legs folded up, she thrust her cunt upward, then she writhed and squirmed in the pulses of her climax. Though I'd never watched a woman orgasm before, even I could tell it had been explosive and exquisite. I can still hear her orgasm cry to this day. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced.

After she'd climaxed Marion lay back with her eyes closed, panting and holding her hand cupped over her hairy cunt. My cock felt taut enough to snap. I wanted release and I thought of getting astride her and wanking over her again. But Marion had other ideas. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Want you!" Marion was reaching up and trying to pull me on top of her.

Some boys would have climbed straight on top of her and fucked her but at that moment I was terrified. My church upbringing had given me a fear of sex outside of marriage and she was a widow nearly three times my age.

"Oh god no, Marion!" I gasped. But that didn't stop her.

"Want you!" She was making it sound like an order, and tugging my arm.

This time I couldn't resist. A naked woman was offering me sex and at her age there was no fear of pregnancy. It was as if Marion's pent up lust and will power was irresistibly drawing me to her, and at the same time my own lust was obliterating all my inhibitions. I couldn't resist moving up to kneel between her spread legs. Her spread thighs and gaping juice-glistening pubic hair ringed vagina pulled me irresistibly. As if acknowledging my surrender to her hungry body I bowed down and kissed her vagina, even darting my tongue between her labia.

Then I moved up her body till I was on top of her with her naked body against mine. I remember how soft and warm she was under me, her belly against mine. I felt my cock head poking her between her legs and her cunt hair brushing me. It was impossible to resist making the final thrust and entering her hot, wet, full length. Marion gave a long deep sigh.

"Oh! It’s been so long!"

Then her arms wrapped over my back and her legs folded over my ass as if she was trying to pull me even deeper in. My hips almost involuntarily started the rhythmic thrusting movement. Her vagina was looser around my hard cock than younger women I've fucked in later years, but she was so deliciously smooth and warm. I remember thinking how similar but at the same time so different to masturbation sex with her was. My whole naked body, not just my cock in my hand, was enjoying her.

Perhaps because of her looseness, or because I'd recently masturbated, I took ages to cum. She was still throbbing and aroused from masturbating herself, and while I was fucking her she suddenly gasped, gave a little cry and her arms and legs gripped me tighter. I'd given her another mini orgasm.

Then delicious minutes of thrusting later, my own orgasm came, building slowly then exploding. I remember her firm thighs hard against mine as I rammed into her in my orgasm thrust and filled her with my semen, and of course I grunted "Marion!"

I lay on top of her for a long time, enjoying her warm softness under me before I rolled off her and lay beside her. I lay there in a daze with residual semen trickling down my side. I was both shocked and exhilarated in equal measure. I'd had sex with a woman for the first ever time!

"Mmm! You were so good. Thank you." She leaned across and kissed me on my cheek. "Let's keep our naughty secret to ourselves. Are you going to finish fixing my curtains now?"

She took our little secret to her grave. Rest In Peace Marion Pevensey, an old friend, and the first woman I ever had sex with.

By cruiser_2015 for Literotica.

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

Cat and Henry share a relaxing intimate bath.

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.

We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

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.

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.

Between class schedule, part-time work, and no real social outlet, I found myself stressed at school, so when I learned about a weekend scuba trip to a nearby quarry "Lake Lumiere", I signed up. I'd been "Open Water" certified in high school, but out of practice, I was looking forward to a little adventure.

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

Julia researches advanced biological 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.

“Oh my god,” she said. “I can totally do it!”

“Holy shit that was insane,” I said. “That was insane.”

 

Julia’s Booty: Part 1

Julia Seduces her tutor.

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.