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Girlfriend's coworker walks in on me masturbating.In 2 parts, By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.I chose to ignore it. It was probably just the delivery guy with some package my girlfriend Abby, had ordered. He could just leave it in the hall. I was, shall we say, indisposed at the moment: in bed, pants off, headphones on,  you get the picture. My Abby was at work and I had chosen to spend my evening with a little stress relief. We have a healthy and active sex life, don't get me wrong. But there's something different about doing it yourself every now and then."Ben, open up!"God damn it. I recognized that voice. Although, I had never heard it here before. That was Abby's coworker, Emily. They were waitresses together at the place a couple buildings over. The nice thing about living downtown is that everywhere we needed to go, including work, was walking distance. I had met Emily on several occasions when I'd come by the restaurant. We had even gone out for drinks as a group after my girlfriend got off work.I always liked hanging out with Emily. She was genuinely sweet, funny, and enjoyable company. She was also, coincidentally, stacked. I can only guess of course, but I'd estimate she's 5'6", 110 pounds (10 of which were boobs), and maybe a 34E. She looked like a brunette Kate Upton. And clearly, I wasn't the only one who thought so. My girlfriend had raved about how nice Emily's boobs were, and would affectionately laugh at how her friend always seemed to show up to work with the back zipper pulled down, when rent was due. One night after drinks, I was feeling particularly brash, and on the walk home I confessed to my girlfriend that I found her friend difficult to look in the face. She playfully slapped my arm, but then conceded that she too struggled to make eye contact after a couple beers. That wasn't the only allusion my girlfriend made to her bi-curiosity, but that's a story for another time."Ben, hurry, I know you're in there! I only have a few minutes!"Whoops. How long had I left Emily knocking at the door? I guess my reminiscing had melded into my fantasizing. God damn it, "Coming!" I yelled to her. I thought I heard a small giggle from the hallway. I opened the door from my apartment only wide enough to stick my head out. I didn't necessarily want her to see the rest of me like this. "Hey, Emily, what's up?""Finally!" Emily said. "Your girlfriend told me you'd be home to let me in. Look, while we were doing our side work, I accidentally spilled marinara sauce all over my bodice. I don't have time to run all the way home, and your place is so close to work, and your girlfriend said I could clean it here.""Oh, um, sure. Of course. Um, come in, " I hoped my extra-long tee shirt would hide my dwindling erection. I wasn't sure how my girlfriend expected one of her shirts to fit Emily - my girlfriend is the hottest girl I know, but she's not as well-endowed as Emily; no one I'd ever met is as well-endowed as Emily.Emily pushed past me into the apartment. She gave me a quick look up and down, smirked, and said, "Cute outfit. Where's your girlfriend's dresser?""In the bedroom, to the left there," I informed her. I was so pleased to be of assistance to this wildly attractive, platonic friend that I briefly forgot the state of the bedroom. A little too late, I clamored to follow Emily in, hoping to subtly straighten up.Emily saw the sheets thrown back, the open laptop, the headphones. She looked back at me, starting with my boxers, and then flicking her eyes up to meet mine. She smirked, and said, "Don't worry. Your girlfriend warned me what I'd be interrupting."Great, I thought. I know girls talk, but I'd prefer these sorts of habits were more of a private matter between me and my girlfriend."And don't be embarrassed," Emily continued. "I spend my days off the same way."That shocked me. While my sex life had been pretty active since getting to college, and I had learned a lot about the world from the internet and my girlfriend, I had grown up in a very conservative household - the type where it was assumed girls didn't enjoy sex and that masturbation was an exclusively male past time. I was relieved to learn over the past couple years that those were all inaccurate assumptions.While I was reeling from Emily's brazen confession (and trying not to picture her in action until after she'd left), she had apparently chosen a shirt: one my girlfriend would probably consider over-sized and comfy, but might look tight and sexy on Emily's frame. Emily had exited to the living room, and I distractedly followed. "Well, I'm glad I was able to help. Are you gonna make it back to the restaurant in time for-"I froze mid-sentence. Emily had stripped off her one-piece right there in my living room - right there in front of me! Her boobs were as perfect as I had imagined. They didn't sag or droop an inch when released. Her nipples were tight and erect, right at the center of two perfect pink, quarter-sized areola."Ben? Ben. Ben!" Emily giggled and I became aware I'd missed the last several seconds of whatever she'd been saying. "Are you alright, Ben?" I nodded. "They're just tits, Ben. Although, I'm happy you like them." I nodded again. "Why don't you have a seat, Ben? You look like you're gonna fall over." Emily giggled again. I loved that giggle. She washed out the stain and grabbed a bath towel to pat the outfit dry. It was a black satin, so any wetness was not too noticeable."As I was saying," Emily continued, "I actually don't have to be back at work for a little while. It turns out they overscheduled us tonight. I just want to be back for the dinner rush. Seeing as we've got some time to kill, I thought maybe I'd hang out here for a little bit?"I finally found my voice. "That sounds great!" Too eager. "That sounds great," I repeated more measuredly. I'm not sure when Emily had put on my girlfriend's shirt, but I was finding it easier to think now - even despite her nipples poking so prominently through the thin cotton. "What do you want to do?""Well," Emily stretched out the word as she stretched her arms up to the ceiling, stretching the tits up to expose more of her midriff temporarily. She giggled again as she couldn't help but notice me noticing her body. "Maybe we could finish what you started?""What?""You know. You could go get your laptop and we could finish whatever you were watching. I'm always curious what other people are into.""I don't know, ""Come on, Ben, it'll be fun!" She bounced in her chair as she said so. I was still hesitating, so Emily got up and went back to the bedroom herself. She talked as she walked, "Look, it'll be harmless. You touch yourself; I'll touch myself. No harm, no foul."I finally gave up. This was too good an opportunity to miss. And she was right, if we both kept to ourselves, then we weren't doing anything too illicit, right? But then I remembered what I had been watching when Emily knocked."Oh," I heard from the doorway. "Busty college slut titty-fucks lucky guy," Emily read the title as she carried my laptop back to the living room. "I should have guessed. And she's a brunette too. Fantasizing about anyone in particular?" she teased me.I was so embarrassed. I don't always masturbate thinking about Emily,  but I'd be lying if I didn't say she's a lead actress in my mental entourage. I didn't know how this was supposed to proceed (my girlfriend knew I watched porn, but we had never watched together), so I was glad Emily was taking the lead. She set my laptop on the coffee table, sat down next to me, and cuddled up next to me. Already, we were touching, but I guess it wasn't sexual touching."I usually watch girl on girl," Emily casually informed me. "I just find the female form more sensual. But I can get off to this too."I was watching, but I couldn't pay attention. I was too nervous about what I was expected to do next, and I kept stealing glances at Emily's. Emily kept looking from the porn to me, back to the porn, and back to me. "Go ahead," she encouraged. "Finish what you started." When I hesitated, Emily stood up, unceremoniously shook her ass at me, and sat back down. That was enough for me. One glance at Emily's tight ass, and my cock popped through the flap of my boxers all by itself. "Finally!" Emily said. "That's what I've been waiting for."The porn was long-forgotten. I was too busy admiring Emily's fit body, the curve of her thighs, and the trimmed brunette triangle of hair just above her cunt lips. Likewise, Emily was too busy admiring my penis. It stood proudly erect, I want to believe it can get to 7 inches long and 4and a half inches around. "You've got some good equipment," she complimented me as casually as if we were comparing kitchen aid mixers. And with that, she got to work: she stuck three fingers of her right hand in her mouth, sucked them gratuitously, lowered them to her cunt, and began fingering her clit. I was awestruck and frozen in place. Rolling her eyes, Emily grabbed my right hand, licked my palm up to my fingertips, sucked three of my fingers into her mouth, and then placed my hand on my cock. I got the message and started stroking.We watched each other play for what felt like a lifetime. Every fidget of her fingers, every twitch of her thighs, every flutter of her eyelashes, and every gasp from her lips was burned into my memory forever. She knew exactly how to touch herself to get herself off, and I knew she was telling the truth when she said she spent her days off the same way I do. All too soon, her body tensed up and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Still, she surprised me one last time."Choke me," she demanded softly."What?"She looked me right in the eye, and said, "Choke me."I was too far gone to remember our "hands to ourselves" rule, so ever the accommodating host, I wrapped my left hand around her neck and squeezed. That pushed Emily over the edge and her whole body convulsed and shook with orgasm. Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her face turned red and her lips clamped tightly shut. I almost came just at the sight of this powerful orgasm.When she finally opened her eyes and gasped for breath, I released my grip on her throat. She came down slowly and her breathing evened out. She looked me in the eyes again. "Thank you.""No, honestly, thank you! That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.""Did you get off too?" Emily asked, while looking around for some evidence of my cum."No, not yet.""Is that due to performance anxiety, or wishful thinking?" Emily asked coyly."I was a bit distracted," I teased back."Well, I think I need to thank you for letting me in to borrow your sink" she suggested. My heart leapt as Emily slid to the floor in front of me. She grabbed my cock with her right hand, which was still wet from playing with her cunt. She started to jack me off, slowly but firmly. As I sunk into my seat on the couch, she leaned forward and licked all the way up my shaft, before sucking the head into her mouth. She rolled the head around and flicked her tongue on the underside. Then, she steadily and deliberately pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose was in my pubic hair. I twitched in her mouth, but held on for dear life. I didn't want this to end just yet. She pulled her head back off my penis and breathed in deeply, a trail of spit leading from my tip to her lips."Have you ever actually titty-fucked a busty college slut?" she asked me. I shook my head violently and Emily giggled. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She got up on her knees in front of me, bunched up my girlfriend's shirt until it covered her boobs but exposed her midriff again, and pulled me by my knees toward the front of the couch. She spit into her own cleavage and then rubbed it in. Seemingly frustrated by the lack of lubrication, her eyebrows furrowed briefly. Then, her eyes brightened as she reached down to her still dripping cunt, inserted one finger at a time between her lips, and then brought her now re-wetted hand to rub into her cleavage. Satisfied, she turned her attention back on me and thrust my penis between her luscious boobs. As she bounced her tits on my cock, I thought nothing could ever top this experience.I was glad I had already cum this afternoon and had been on round two when Emily knocked, or I never would've lasted as long as I did. The feeling of her big boobs squeezing my cock, the knowledge that her pussy juice was providing the lube, the sight of my cock peeking out of her cleavage, and the taboo of Emily wearing my girlfriend's shirt were leading me to orgasm quickly. Emily looked up at me with her big beautiful doe eyes and asked if I wanted to try one more thing with my little college slut. Of course I did.Emily extracted my cock from her tits, stood up, and walked around the coffee table. I watched her ass sway and wondered what she had in store for me next. Emily laid on her back on the coffee table with her head towards me, poked her chin toward the ceiling, looked me in the eye, and winked. That was all the invitation I needed. I got on my knees and roughly shoved my cock down her throat again. I fucked her face like I longed to fuck her cunt. Emily fondled my balls while I drove my cock in and out of her mouth recklessly. This final position was too much and I quickly told her, "I'm gonna cum!" I pulled out and reached to start jerking myself off, but Emily slapped my hand out of the way and took over finishing the job."Cum!" she ordered. "Cum all over my pretty little face. Cum all over my slutty little lips. Cum all over my tits in your girlfriend's tiny little shirt!" Who was I to refuse her request? After so much buildup, I came everywhere. I came on her pretty little face. I came on her slutty little lips. I came on her tits in my girlfriend's tiny little shirt.Emily smiled and giggled. "Yum, that was so much fun!" she exclaimed. She sat upright and turned to look at me. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, there was spit all over her face, cum was dangling off her nose and her chin, there were puddles of cum on her clavicle running down into her cleavage, and there were wet spots of cum on her shirt.In my post-cum clarity, I began to feel an inkling of guilt, but Emily promptly squashed that. "Your girlfriend was in on this by the way.""What!?""Your girlfriend was in on this. She spilled the marinara on me on purpose. She told me you'd be here masturbating. She told me you fantasized about my tits. She told me to get a little crazy with you. If you don't believe me, check your phone."My phone? Where was my phone? I ran to the bedroom to retrieve it, and there was a text from my girlfriend from half an hour ago. "Send me a photo of that little cum-slut!" I chuckled at how I'd been set up, and in admiration for my wonderful girlfriend. We'd talked about opening our relationship but only as a fantasy while we were fucking. I never thought she'd actually condone it."She wants a photo," I informed Emily. Emily smiled at me with cum still dripping off her face, with her nipples poking through my girlfriend's shirt, and with her neatly trimmed bush on display. She gave a peace sign as she posed for the photo."Send that to me too," Emily requested. I offered her a tissue, but she only cleaned up the mascara and then threw the tissue away. "I think I'll leave the cum there. At least until I get back to work. I heard it's good for the skin." Emily winked at me as she pulled on her jeans. "Hey, you should meet us for drinks after work. And no more jacking off between now and then! I don't think we're done with you just yet."Emily headed out the door, and I collapsed onto the couch. As I looked to my right, I saw Emily's black thong on the floor under the coffee table. My phone chimed, and I saw a new message had arrived. Emily had sent me a photo. She was back at work and she had taken a selfie in the bathroom mirror. My girlfriend was with her and was licking a glob of my cum off Emily's face. The message read, "I got some help cleaning up before I clocked in." Despite all it had been through today, my cock rallied to attention. It was going to be tough not masturbating again until I met up with these girls for drinks.Fun with girlfriend's coworker continues in bar after work.Chapter 2It seemed like midnight would never come, but finally I was walking into the bar my girlfriend and her coworkers frequent after work. I had thought abstaining from jacking off would be difficult, but honestly I was so worn out from my first round with Emily that I needed the time to refuel. I glanced around to our favorite spots in the bar and quickly found my girlfriend waving me over toward the corner booth.Like her coworkers, my girlfriend Abby was still dressed for work, in a black one-piece strapless maillot. It harkened to the days of the Playboy clubs. Her shoulder-length brown hair had been set free from the hair pins. Her 32C boobs had not been set free from her push-up uniform. She looked a bit like a 5'10" version of Anna Kendrick.Abby got up so I could slip past her into the booth. That left Abby at the end, me next, Emily in the middle, a girl I hadn't met after Emily, and another coworker (Beth? I think?) at the other end. "The guys are milling around the bar trying to get laid," Abby informed me. "Joke's on them, we snagged the hottest girl for our table!" The girl I hadn't met yet choked on her beer, glared briefly at Abby, and then stared down into her beer, blushing. "Oh I'm just teasing you! Ben, this shy little thing is Becky." Becky smiled at me and held out her hand. "She was one of my last tables tonight. She got stood up for a date - don't be embarrassed! He was probably a loser anyway! - She got stood up tonight, so we invited her out with us.""Nice to meet you, Becky." I reached across Emily to shake Becky's hand. Becky was cute. She looked like Kristen Stewart when she chooses to be blonde. On any other night, I would've enjoyed chatting up Becky, but tonight I was a bit distracted by what the hell would or would not happen with Emily and my girlfriend later. "Well, I should probably catch up a bit. Abby, will you let me out so I can go grab a drink?""I'll come too!" the coworker I was now sure is named Beth announced. "I'm due for another round." Beth followed me up to the bar."I'll have a pint of the rotating pale ale, whatever it is tonight. Whatever Beth is drinking, you know what, how about another round for that whole table in the corner. Thanks!""Aw, thanks Ben!" Beth leaned in to hug me. Then, just soft enough for me to hear, she said, "I hope you're expecting to get lucky tonight. Although, I suspect you already did. I walked into the bathroom at work earlier and found your girlfriend and Emily taking a pretty interesting photo. Was that all your cum I saw on Emily's face? By the look on Abby's face it must have tasted pretty good. I wouldn't mind getting a taste myself. If Abby's cool with it, of course.""Here are your drinks, Ben. On your tab?" the bartender interrupted.I nodded, as Beth took her beer off the tray. "Think about it!" Beth said as she winked at me and headed off to chat with one of the male waiters they worked with: Mark, or Mack, or Matt, or Chris, not important.I set the tray of drinks on the table and Abby got up to let me by. As I settled into the middle of the corner booth, I tried to get caught up on the conversation. Becky was a sophomore at the local college, studying engineering. Tonight was supposed to be her first date since high school, as she had preoccupied herself with her studies.I was already only half-listening, when I became further distracted by the feeling of a hand resting on my upper thigh. I turned to my girlfriend and saw her smirk, but she never broke eye contact with Becky."There must be a lot of guys in your classes to choose from. I wouldn't get too hung up on this one." Abby said casually, as she started pulling down my zipper with one hand. I definitely did not hear Becky's answer, as Abby fished my cock out and held it gently. Maybe I'm alone in this, but I love the feeling of starting out soft and growing in a girl's hand or mouth. As opposed to getting aroused and hard before even getting my pants off. Abby knew this about me. Lucky for me, she also finds it erotic to suck on me while I'm still soft, although I don't stay soft for long in her mouth. As Abby began stroking me under the table, I looked around the bar and sipped my beer, trying to not draw too much attention to myself. It felt like everyone knew and was talking about it, but I'm sure that was all in my head. The bar was dark and the benches were pushed in a little too far under the table.At some point, Becky excused herself to use the restroom. My girlfriend looked at me, then looked at Emily. I looked at Emily. Emily looked at me, then my girlfriend. I felt like the three of us were having a conversation, but that I didn't speak the same language as the two girls. Emily looked back at me, giggled, winked, and then slipped under the table. I looked at Abby, who smiled back at me. Next thing I knew, Abby's hand was gone and the now familiar feeling of Emily's lips had replaced it. I must've groaned involuntarily because Abby shushed me. But what was I supposed to do as I felt Emily's tongue trailing up one side of my cock and down the other? I just hoped that Abby's body, the purses on the floor, and the darkness of the bar would hide what we were doing.Becky returned to the table and slid back into her end of the bench, which was somewhat across from me in this corner booth. "Where's Emily?" Becky asked."Oh, she got tired of peanuts, so she went looking for a bigger snack," my girlfriend quipped."Oh, okay." Becky accepted. "So, how did you two meet?"I couldn't believe how casually my girlfriend was talking to this new girl, while her friend was under the table blowing me. Emily was getting so sloppy, I was sure my pants were gonna have a big wet spot on them from her spit. Meanwhile, the suction from her throat was pulling me in like Emily's uvula was

Girlfriend's coworker walks in on me masturbating.In 2 parts, By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. Chapter 1There was a knock at the door.I chose to ignore it. It was probably just the delivery guy with some package my girlfriend Abby, had ordered. He could just leave it in the hall. I was, shall we say, indisposed at the moment: in bed, pants off, headphones on,  you get the picture. My Abby was at work and I had chosen to spend my evening with a little stress relief. We have a healthy and active sex life, don't get me wrong. But there's something different about doing it yourself every now and then."Ben, open up!"God damn it. I recognized that voice. Although, I had never heard it here before. That was Abby's coworker, Emily. They were waitresses together at the place a couple buildings over. The nice thing about living downtown is that everywhere we needed to go, including work, was walking distance. I had met Emily on several occasions when I'd come by the restaurant. We had even gone out for drinks as a group after my girlfriend got off work.I always liked hanging out with Emily. She was genuinely sweet, funny, and enjoyable company. She was also, coincidentally, stacked. I can only guess of course, but I'd estimate she's 5'6", 110 pounds (10 of which were boobs), and maybe a 34E. She looked like a brunette Kate Upton. And clearly, I wasn't the only one who thought so. My girlfriend had raved about how nice Emily's boobs were, and would affectionately laugh at how her friend always seemed to show up to work with the back zipper pulled down, when rent was due. One night after drinks, I was feeling particularly brash, and on the walk home I confessed to my girlfriend that I found her friend difficult to look in the face. She playfully slapped my arm, but then conceded that she too struggled to make eye contact after a couple beers. That wasn't the only allusion my girlfriend made to her bi-curiosity, but that's a story for another time."Ben, hurry, I know you're in there! I only have a few minutes!"Whoops. How long had I left Emily knocking at the door? I guess my reminiscing had melded into my fantasizing. God damn it, "Coming!" I yelled to her. I thought I heard a small giggle from the hallway. I opened the door from my apartment only wide enough to stick my head out. I didn't necessarily want her to see the rest of me like this. "Hey, Emily, what's up?""Finally!" Emily said. "Your girlfriend told me you'd be home to let me in. Look, while we were doing our side work, I accidentally spilled marinara sauce all over my bodice. I don't have time to run all the way home, and your place is so close to work, and your girlfriend said I could clean it here.""Oh, um, sure. Of course. Um, come in, " I hoped my extra-long tee shirt would hide my dwindling erection. I wasn't sure how my girlfriend expected one of her shirts to fit Emily - my girlfriend is the hottest girl I know, but she's not as well-endowed as Emily; no one I'd ever met is as well-endowed as Emily.Emily pushed past me into the apartment. She gave me a quick look up and down, smirked, and said, "Cute outfit. Where's your girlfriend's dresser?""In the bedroom, to the left there," I informed her. I was so pleased to be of assistance to this wildly attractive, platonic friend that I briefly forgot the state of the bedroom. A little too late, I clamored to follow Emily in, hoping to subtly straighten up.Emily saw the sheets thrown back, the open laptop, the headphones. She looked back at me, starting with my boxers, and then flicking her eyes up to meet mine. She smirked, and said, "Don't worry. Your girlfriend warned me what I'd be interrupting."Great, I thought. I know girls talk, but I'd prefer these sorts of habits were more of a private matter between me and my girlfriend."And don't be embarrassed," Emily continued. "I spend my days off the same way."That shocked me. While my sex life had been pretty active since getting to college, and I had learned a lot about the world from the internet and my girlfriend, I had grown up in a very conservative household - the type where it was assumed girls didn't enjoy sex and that masturbation was an exclusively male past time. I was relieved to learn over the past couple years that those were all inaccurate assumptions.While I was reeling from Emily's brazen confession (and trying not to picture her in action until after she'd left), she had apparently chosen a shirt: one my girlfriend would probably consider over-sized and comfy, but might look tight and sexy on Emily's frame. Emily had exited to the living room, and I distractedly followed. "Well, I'm glad I was able to help. Are you gonna make it back to the restaurant in time for-"I froze mid-sentence. Emily had stripped off her one-piece right there in my living room - right there in front of me! Her boobs were as perfect as I had imagined. They didn't sag or droop an inch when released. Her nipples were tight and erect, right at the center of two perfect pink, quarter-sized areola."Ben? Ben. Ben!" Emily giggled and I became aware I'd missed the last several seconds of whatever she'd been saying. "Are you alright, Ben?" I nodded. "They're just tits, Ben. Although, I'm happy you like them." I nodded again. "Why don't you have a seat, Ben? You look like you're gonna fall over." Emily giggled again. I loved that giggle. She washed out the stain and grabbed a bath towel to pat the outfit dry. It was a black satin, so any wetness was not too noticeable."As I was saying," Emily continued, "I actually don't have to be back at work for a little while. It turns out they overscheduled us tonight. I just want to be back for the dinner rush. Seeing as we've got some time to kill, I thought maybe I'd hang out here for a little bit?"I finally found my voice. "That sounds great!" Too eager. "That sounds great," I repeated more measuredly. I'm not sure when Emily had put on my girlfriend's shirt, but I was finding it easier to think now - even despite her nipples poking so prominently through the thin cotton. "What do you want to do?""Well," Emily stretched out the word as she stretched her arms up to the ceiling, stretching the tits up to expose more of her midriff temporarily. She giggled again as she couldn't help but notice me noticing her body. "Maybe we could finish what you started?""What?""You know. You could go get your laptop and we could finish whatever you were watching. I'm always curious what other people are into.""I don't know, ""Come on, Ben, it'll be fun!" She bounced in her chair as she said so. I was still hesitating, so Emily got up and went back to the bedroom herself. She talked as she walked, "Look, it'll be harmless. You touch yourself; I'll touch myself. No harm, no foul."I finally gave up. This was too good an opportunity to miss. And she was right, if we both kept to ourselves, then we weren't doing anything too illicit, right? But then I remembered what I had been watching when Emily knocked."Oh," I heard from the doorway. "Busty college slut titty-fucks lucky guy," Emily read the title as she carried my laptop back to the living room. "I should have guessed. And she's a brunette too. Fantasizing about anyone in particular?" she teased me.I was so embarrassed. I don't always masturbate thinking about Emily,  but I'd be lying if I didn't say she's a lead actress in my mental entourage. I didn't know how this was supposed to proceed (my girlfriend knew I watched porn, but we had never watched together), so I was glad Emily was taking the lead. She set my laptop on the coffee table, sat down next to me, and cuddled up next to me. Already, we were touching, but I guess it wasn't sexual touching."I usually watch girl on girl," Emily casually informed me. "I just find the female form more sensual. But I can get off to this too."I was watching, but I couldn't pay attention. I was too nervous about what I was expected to do next, and I kept stealing glances at Emily's. Emily kept looking from the porn to me, back to the porn, and back to me. "Go ahead," she encouraged. "Finish what you started." When I hesitated, Emily stood up, unceremoniously shook her ass at me, and sat back down. That was enough for me. One glance at Emily's tight ass, and my cock popped through the flap of my boxers all by itself. "Finally!" Emily said. "That's what I've been waiting for."The porn was long-forgotten. I was too busy admiring Emily's fit body, the curve of her thighs, and the trimmed brunette triangle of hair just above her cunt lips. Likewise, Emily was too busy admiring my penis. It stood proudly erect, I want to believe it can get to 7 inches long and 4and a half inches around. "You've got some good equipment," she complimented me as casually as if we were comparing kitchen aid mixers. And with that, she got to work: she stuck three fingers of her right hand in her mouth, sucked them gratuitously, lowered them to her cunt, and began fingering her clit. I was awestruck and frozen in place. Rolling her eyes, Emily grabbed my right hand, licked my palm up to my fingertips, sucked three of my fingers into her mouth, and then placed my hand on my cock. I got the message and started stroking.We watched each other play for what felt like a lifetime. Every fidget of her fingers, every twitch of her thighs, every flutter of her eyelashes, and every gasp from her lips was burned into my memory forever. She knew exactly how to touch herself to get herself off, and I knew she was telling the truth when she said she spent her days off the same way I do. All too soon, her body tensed up and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Still, she surprised me one last time."Choke me," she demanded softly."What?"She looked me right in the eye, and said, "Choke me."I was too far gone to remember our "hands to ourselves" rule, so ever the accommodating host, I wrapped my left hand around her neck and squeezed. That pushed Emily over the edge and her whole body convulsed and shook with orgasm. Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her face turned red and her lips clamped tightly shut. I almost came just at the sight of this powerful orgasm.When she finally opened her eyes and gasped for breath, I released my grip on her throat. She came down slowly and her breathing evened out. She looked me in the eyes again. "Thank you.""No, honestly, thank you! That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.""Did you get off too?" Emily asked, while looking around for some evidence of my cum."No, not yet.""Is that due to performance anxiety, or wishful thinking?" Emily asked coyly."I was a bit distracted," I teased back."Well, I think I need to thank you for letting me in to borrow your sink" she suggested. My heart leapt as Emily slid to the floor in front of me. She grabbed my cock with her right hand, which was still wet from playing with her cunt. She started to jack me off, slowly but firmly. As I sunk into my seat on the couch, she leaned forward and licked all the way up my shaft, before sucking the head into her mouth. She rolled the head around and flicked her tongue on the underside. Then, she steadily and deliberately pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose was in my pubic hair. I twitched in her mouth, but held on for dear life. I didn't want this to end just yet. She pulled her head back off my penis and breathed in deeply, a trail of spit leading from my tip to her lips."Have you ever actually titty-fucked a busty college slut?" she asked me. I shook my head violently and Emily giggled. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She got up on her knees in front of me, bunched up my girlfriend's shirt until it covered her boobs but exposed her midriff again, and pulled me by my knees toward the front of the couch. She spit into her own cleavage and then rubbed it in. Seemingly frustrated by the lack of lubrication, her eyebrows furrowed briefly. Then, her eyes brightened as she reached down to her still dripping cunt, inserted one finger at a time between her lips, and then brought her now re-wetted hand to rub into her cleavage. Satisfied, she turned her attention back on me and thrust my penis between her luscious boobs. As she bounced her tits on my cock, I thought nothing could ever top this experience.I was glad I had already cum this afternoon and had been on round two when Emily knocked, or I never would've lasted as long as I did. The feeling of her big boobs squeezing my cock, the knowledge that her pussy juice was providing the lube, the sight of my cock peeking out of her cleavage, and the taboo of Emily wearing my girlfriend's shirt were leading me to orgasm quickly. Emily looked up at me with her big beautiful doe eyes and asked if I wanted to try one more thing with my little college slut. Of course I did.Emily extracted my cock from her tits, stood up, and walked around the coffee table. I watched her ass sway and wondered what she had in store for me next. Emily laid on her back on the coffee table with her head towards me, poked her chin toward the ceiling, looked me in the eye, and winked. That was all the invitation I needed. I got on my knees and roughly shoved my cock down her throat again. I fucked her face like I longed to fuck her cunt. Emily fondled my balls while I drove my cock in and out of her mouth recklessly. This final position was too much and I quickly told her, "I'm gonna cum!" I pulled out and reached to start jerking myself off, but Emily slapped my hand out of the way and took over finishing the job."Cum!" she ordered. "Cum all over my pretty little face. Cum all over my slutty little lips. Cum all over my tits in your girlfriend's tiny little shirt!" Who was I to refuse her request? After so much buildup, I came everywhere. I came on her pretty little face. I came on her slutty little lips. I came on her tits in my girlfriend's tiny little shirt.Emily smiled and giggled. "Yum, that was so much fun!" she exclaimed. She sat upright and turned to look at me. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, there was spit all over her face, cum was dangling off her nose and her chin, there were puddles of cum on her clavicle running down into her cleavage, and there were wet spots of cum on her shirt.In my post-cum clarity, I began to feel an inkling of guilt, but Emily promptly squashed that. "Your girlfriend was in on this by the way.""What!?""Your girlfriend was in on this. She spilled the marinara on me on purpose. She told me you'd be here masturbating. She told me you fantasized about my tits. She told me to get a little crazy with you. If you don't believe me, check your phone."My phone? Where was my phone? I ran to the bedroom to retrieve it, and there was a text from my girlfriend from half an hour ago. "Send me a photo of that little cum-slut!" I chuckled at how I'd been set up, and in admiration for my wonderful girlfriend. We'd talked about opening our relationship but only as a fantasy while we were fucking. I never thought she'd actually condone it."She wants a photo," I informed Emily. Emily smiled at me with cum still dripping off her face, with her nipples poking through my girlfriend's shirt, and with her neatly trimmed bush on display. She gave a peace sign as she posed for the photo."Send that to me too," Emily requested. I offered her a tissue, but she only cleaned up the mascara and then threw the tissue away. "I think I'll leave the cum there. At least until I get back to work. I heard it's good for the skin." Emily winked at me as she pulled on her jeans. "Hey, you should meet us for drinks after work. And no more jacking off between now and then! I don't think we're done with you just yet."Emily headed out the door, and I collapsed onto the couch. As I looked to my right, I saw Emily's black thong on the floor under the coffee table. My phone chimed, and I saw a new message had arrived. Emily had sent me a photo. She was back at work and she had taken a selfie in the bathroom mirror. My girlfriend was with her and was licking a glob of my cum off Emily's face. The message read, "I got some help cleaning up before I clocked in." Despite all it had been through today, my cock rallied to attention. It was going to be tough not masturbating again until I met up with these girls for drinks.Fun with girlfriend's coworker continues in bar after work.Chapter 2It seemed like midnight would never come, but finally I was walking into the bar my girlfriend and her coworkers frequent after work. I had thought abstaining from jacking off would be difficult, but honestly I was so worn out from my first round with Emily that I needed the time to refuel. I glanced around to our favorite spots in the bar and quickly found my girlfriend waving me over toward the corner booth.Like her coworkers, my girlfriend Abby was still dressed for work, in a black one-piece strapless maillot. It harkened to the days of the Playboy clubs. Her shoulder-length brown hair had been set free from the hair pins. Her 32C boobs had not been set free from her push-up uniform. She looked a bit like a 5'10" version of Anna Kendrick.Abby got up so I could slip past her into the booth. That left Abby at the end, me next, Emily in the middle, a girl I hadn't met after Emily, and another coworker (Beth? I think?) at the other end. "The guys are milling around the bar trying to get laid," Abby informed me. "Joke's on them, we snagged the hottest girl for our table!" The girl I hadn't met yet choked on her beer, glared briefly at Abby, and then stared down into her beer, blushing. "Oh I'm just teasing you! Ben, this shy little thing is Becky." Becky smiled at me and held out her hand. "She was one of my last tables tonight. She got stood up for a date - don't be embarrassed! He was probably a loser anyway! - She got stood up tonight, so we invited her out with us.""Nice to meet you, Becky." I reached across Emily to shake Becky's hand. Becky was cute. She looked like Kristen Stewart when she chooses to be blonde. On any other night, I would've enjoyed chatting up Becky, but tonight I was a bit distracted by what the hell would or would not happen with Emily and my girlfriend later. "Well, I should probably catch up a bit. Abby, will you let me out so I can go grab a drink?""I'll come too!" the coworker I was now sure is named Beth announced. "I'm due for another round." Beth followed me up to the bar."I'll have a pint of the rotating pale ale, whatever it is tonight. Whatever Beth is drinking, you know what, how about another round for that whole table in the corner. Thanks!""Aw, thanks Ben!" Beth leaned in to hug me. Then, just soft enough for me to hear, she said, "I hope you're expecting to get lucky tonight. Although, I suspect you already did. I walked into the bathroom at work earlier and found your girlfriend and Emily taking a pretty interesting photo. Was that all your cum I saw on Emily's face? By the look on Abby's face it must have tasted pretty good. I wouldn't mind getting a taste myself. If Abby's cool with it, of course.""Here are your drinks, Ben. On your tab?" the bartender interrupted.I nodded, as Beth took her beer off the tray. "Think about it!" Beth said as she winked at me and headed off to chat with one of the male waiters they worked with: Mark, or Mack, or Matt, or Chris, not important.I set the tray of drinks on the table and Abby got up to let me by. As I settled into the middle of the corner booth, I tried to get caught up on the conversation. Becky was a sophomore at the local college, studying engineering. Tonight was supposed to be her first date since high school, as she had preoccupied herself with her studies.I was already only half-listening, when I became further distracted by the feeling of a hand resting on my upper thigh. I turned to my girlfriend and saw her smirk, but she never broke eye contact with Becky."There must be a lot of guys in your classes to choose from. I wouldn't get too hung up on this one." Abby said casually, as she started pulling down my zipper with one hand. I definitely did not hear Becky's answer, as Abby fished my cock out and held it gently. Maybe I'm alone in this, but I love the feeling of starting out soft and growing in a girl's hand or mouth. As opposed to getting aroused and hard before even getting my pants off. Abby knew this about me. Lucky for me, she also finds it erotic to suck on me while I'm still soft, although I don't stay soft for long in her mouth. As Abby began stroking me under the table, I looked around the bar and sipped my beer, trying to not draw too much attention to myself. It felt like everyone knew and was talking about it, but I'm sure that was all in my head. The bar was dark and the benches were pushed in a little too far under the table.At some point, Becky excused herself to use the restroom. My girlfriend looked at me, then looked at Emily. I looked at Emily. Emily looked at me, then my girlfriend. I felt like the three of us were having a conversation, but that I didn't speak the same language as the two girls. Emily looked back at me, giggled, winked, and then slipped under the table. I looked at Abby, who smiled back at me. Next thing I knew, Abby's hand was gone and the now familiar feeling of Emily's lips had replaced it. I must've groaned involuntarily because Abby shushed me. But what was I supposed to do as I felt Emily's tongue trailing up one side of my cock and down the other? I just hoped that Abby's body, the purses on the floor, and the darkness of the bar would hide what we were doing.Becky returned to the table and slid back into her end of the bench, which was somewhat across from me in this corner booth. "Where's Emily?" Becky asked."Oh, she got tired of peanuts, so she went looking for a bigger snack," my girlfriend quipped."Oh, okay." Becky accepted. "So, how did you two meet?"I couldn't believe how casually my girlfriend was talking to this new girl, while her friend was under the table blowing me. Emily was getting so sloppy, I was sure my pants were gonna have a big wet spot on them from her spit. Meanwhile, the suction from her throat was pulling me in like Emily's uvula was

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Married Trekkie couple, Nicole and Joe, are joined by Oklahoma's British Star Trek queen, Busty Springfield, to chat about season 5 episode 3 off Deep Space Nince, "Looking for par'Mach in All the Wrong Places," and all the horniness that accompanies it!***Special shout out to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Steve Combs⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ for the music featured and remixed throughout this episode.Be sure to subscribe to this podcast and follow us over on Instagram and Bluesky .References:How A Star Trek Drag Show Is Helping The Homeless In Oklahoma - TrekMovie.comStar Trek: Deep Space Nine Rewatch: “Looking for par'Mach in All the Wrong Places” - Reactor Soonercon in Oklahoma CityFollow Bust Springfield on Instagram!

Busty girlfriend enjoys a baseball game challenge.In 3 parts, based on a post by ret 123. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Moving beyond the ‘flash & kiss' barrier.First, a little explanation of how I arrived at this spot. My girlfriend, Donna, and I were attending a party hosted by her, her sister Diane, & their friend Sylvia. We were in the middle of a drinking party game called baseball. It involved drinking, stripping and sex based on the events in a baseball game.After a couple of rounds of drinking, the Kansas City batter hit a double off the wall. A double meant that the girls would get felt up if they didn't drink or strip. A couple of girls drank, but most opted to be felt up. This was supposed to be where Donna drew the line and either stripped, drank, or dropped out of the game.Donna drew my friend, Ronny, who was completely enamored with her and had lusted after her since the time we first started dating. Her sister, Diane picked my name.Diane walked up wearing only her bra and panties. Diane's clothes were normally so baggy to fit over her tits that she looked 20 pounds heavier than she did right then. She definitely looked better out of her clothes.She looked at me and said, "This is so embarrassing. I just can't drink another beer right now."I said, "Don't worry about it. Plus, you look great by the way.""Thank you, Joe!" she replied with a smile. "Well, I guess you better start groping me."I stepped behind her back and wrapped both arms around her in a comforting hug, and then grabbed up both of her big tits and started squeezing them while keeping them in the stretch lace bra. They felt really good.She seemed to love being in my arms and not having to look at me. Soon she raised herself high on her tiptoes and grabbed my stiff rod. She pressed her ass cheeks around my naked hard cock. It couldn't have been an accident. Donna's conservative sister was humping my cock, while I rolled her big nipples through the thin lacey bra.As I squeezed her tits from behind, Diane said, "Joe, you can pull my tits out of my bra if you want. I have no dignity left."She continued to hump me with her ass as I pulled the straps off her shoulders then reached into the top of her bra and pulled out one and then both of her tits out of the top of her bra. Her tits felt great and her nipples were hard. My cock was hard as she pressed her ass into it."I know now why Donna likes having sex with you so much. That thing feels so big and hard."Several guys commented on Diane's big naked tits as I felt her up. Diane was clearly excited about the effect she was having on the guys watching. Tyrone was enamored; “Damn, Diane! You're one hot woman!” Diane gushed from all the attention of the starting quarterback.Soon, the 2 minute time limit was up and Diane hoisted her tits back into her bra and thanked me. I was a little bit embarrassed that I had a big erection standing up in front of me as she walked away.I had totally failed to watch my sexy girlfriend get felt up by Ronny. However, I could tell that Ronny was unbelievably excited as Donna smiled at him and walked away while readjusting her bra.Donna gave me a strange, sad look and then walked over to me. She grabbed two beers and told Sylvia that the two of us would drink this next round. She pulled me aside to talk.Big tears started rolling out of Donna's eyes and down her cheeks as she said, "I thought we were playing this game for you to see me act a little slutty in front of our friends. Instead, you are making plans to have sex with Angie and humping my sister while you feel her up in public. I feel sad, completely humiliated and cucked."I tried to hug her and quickly said, "Oh, Donna, I love you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you. I didn't make any plans with Angie."She looked at me and tearfully said, "I heard her tell one of the other girls that you had agreed to have sex with her later and that she should keep it secret from me. I told you she wants to steal you from me! Then, humping my sister in public! I am so embarrassed and ashamed. Everyone must think you want all of these other girls instead of me."I felt like I had acted like an ass. I said, "You have the wrong idea about what happened with Angie. She said those things to me, but I didn't mean to give her the impression that I secretly wanted to have sex with her. I said that I didn't want her to talk to you about having sex with me, but it wasn't to keep it secret from you. She wanted to ask you to let her have sex with me, and I didn't even want the idea discussed! Period! Angie is trying to intimidate you, Donna."I started to say that it was Diane's idea for me to take her tits out of her bra and that Diane was the one humping me. But as I started to speak, I looked at Donna crying and it broke my heart. I knew I shouldn't try to excuse what I had done even though I didn't feel like it was my fault.I said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to let Diane dry-hump me. It just happened when I grabbed her tits from behind. I hope she is not upset with me. I'm trying to follow your lead, Donna. But you're the only one I desire."Donna looked at me like she wasn't buying any of this and said, "I came here to show off a little for you, baby. Now, I am just worried about Angie."I was terrified that I had accidentally screwed up my relationship with the girl I adored. Consequently, I gave her a big hug and said, "You have nothing to worry about. I was showing off because I thought you wanted me to. I love only you. I will drop out of this game right now.""You would do that for me?""Of course."She hugged me, pressed her big chest against me and said, "I am sorry I got mad at you. I was being felt up by guys while you were with Angie and my sister. I am just sensitive about Angie since everyone thinks she is so pretty and she's crushing on you."In an instant, tearful, sad Donna was gone and laughing, smiling tipsy Donna was back.I said, "I am so sorry I hurt your feelings. I will sit out the rest of this game."She smiled and said, "Stay in the game one more round. I will show off for you while you feel me up in public for being so sweet to me. "I was confused. "How do you know you will draw my name?"She laughed and said, "The drawing of the names is not really random. All of the girls know whose name they are picking.""You mean you picked that asshole Josh to kiss?"She laughed drunkenly and said, "We can talk about all of that later. We need to get back to the game for your final round."We rejoined our teams and Sylvia turned on the game. Kansas City was batting and the batter hit a hard line drive down the left field line. The guys cheered when he slid safely into second base.Donna grabbed my name out of the hat just as Angie was grabbing it. Both girls pulled, but Donna ended up with it. Angie looked at her and seemed a little miffed.Donna walked up to me still wearing her sexy, lacy white lingerie. The tops of her tits bounced with each step. She turned around and pushed her cute little ass into my cock. I was immediately hard. She was now facing the large crowd and I was standing behind her.She grabbed my two wrists and pulled them seductively up onto her tits, then said, "Feel me up, Joe."Donna was staring at Angie who was being felt up by my buddy Tyrone. Donna continued to stare at her as I felt her up, over her stretch lace underwire bra. Donna's huge firm tits felt great and I loved that she was showing off as I squeezed her big tits. Angie was watching us as Tyrone rubbed her tits.My cock was hard as I felt Donna up in public with numerous people looking. I pressed my cock against her tiny little ass.After about a minute, Donna turned her head toward my ear and said, "Is it okay if I show off a little more for you, baby?"I quickly agreed. It had really frightened me when I thought I had made Donna mad. I wasn't about to say no to anything she wanted. Honestly, I could never get mad at Donna or boss her around. The few times I did, I immediately regretted it. I was obviously in a double standard arrangement. Was I becoming a cuck?Donna looked over her shoulder at me, and then looked down demurely and said, "It will be so embarrassing on campus if all of these people see me without any clothes. Are you sure you are okay with this?I wasn't at all sure, because there were thirty or forty people watching the game, but said, "You are so sexy, it could not be embarrassing, with a bombshell body like yours, Donna."Donna then turned back around to face the rest of the room. As the time officially expired she turned to me and said, "Joe, baby, would you unhook my bra?"My cock was rock hard again.I looked at Donna's slender back and her stretchy, sexy white bra. She looked great. I unhooked the bra and Donna looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she said, "Thank you, baby. I wanted you to be the one showing me off."Then she smiled at the crowd and let her two huge bra cups fall into her hands. The crowd went wild, with the possible exception of Angie who looked defeated when she saw Donna's jugs. You don't see tits like Donna's every day. In fact, most people never see tits like that in person.Donna handed me her bra and stood with her hands on her hips. The slightest movement of her body would cause her big soft tits to jiggle in front of her. It was truly amazing.Despite her embarrassment, Donna never tried to hide or cover up her tits. She just stood there looking sexy. She loved the confidence my words infused into her.When the crowd finally settled down the girls went back to their side of the room, and I declared my withdrawal as a contestant. I told Ronny & Sylvia; “My cock can't handle the intense stimulation.” It was then announced by Sylvia that I would be the official timer and video operator for the rest of the game. Several of my friends looked at me like I had lost my mind.Joe Drops OutThe game continued with me on the sidelines.I was staring at my beautiful girlfriend and wishing that the earth would open up and swallow me. I had royally screwed up and I was too drunk to think quickly enough to talk my way out of the problem. I was sure that my greatest fear was about to come true because I had been a fucking idiot.My awesome girlfriend was the first girl to go topless. She was a big hit at the party. I had dropped out of the game because Donna got upset about my conduct with the giant tits of her sister, Diane, and a passionate kiss from a gorgeous girl, Angie.None of that was the cause of my current problem. Donna's friend, Sylvia, the "Commissioner" of the game, called time out and gathered up her team of girls. Most of the girls except Donna were wearing only lingerie. After talking for a few minutes, Sylvia announced that the girls' team was challenging the guys to a bet about the outcome of the party game.The bet was $100 per player. This was a huge amount for college girls. Sylvia announced that a couple of girls were dropping out, but they would be replaced with other girls at the party including a girl named Betty whose tits I had admired for several years. Silvia also reminded everyone that a team won by a member of the other team failing to perform the tasks required by the game.I assumed that Donna was one of the girls dropping out of the game before this bet went into effect, but I was wrong. I asked Donna why the girls made this bet with guys who could drink them under the table.Donna smiled and said, "Sylvia has been watching the guys and they have been drinking nonstop since the start of the party. She is sure one of the guys will pass out soon. She also thinks that as a back-up plan some of the guys will ejaculate and won't be able to continue to perform in the game."I was none too sure about this logic, but most of the girls seemed to be on board, including my girlfriend. Donna said, "Diane and Sylvia really want to win this bet and I want to help them, if it is okay with you, baby."I told her it was okay even though I wasn't sure she had $100 in her bank account and I thought I would probably have to pay part of her share if the girls lost. She gave me a big, busty kiss. There is nothing like the feel of Donna's big soft tits on your chest or arm.The guys quickly accepted the bet since it seemed like they couldn't really lose. The guys could drink more than the girls, were more than happy to perform the sex acts and it gave the girls incentive to stay in the game.Sylvia called a quick bathroom time out. The girls all ran for the restroom. They were all in bras and panties except Donna who was only wearing some small white lace panties. Her huge F cup tits were on display for the first time in her life and they looked incredible. Most of the girls tried to cover their bodies as they ran, but Donna just happily walked along with her big tits swaying. The smallest move of her body caused her tits to jiggle. They were huge and firm, but Donna could not keep them from jiggling when she made even a small movement. I knew this because I couldn't take my eyes off of my topless girlfriend. Watching her, I loved her so much. It seemed to me that every other guy in the room was staring at her, too.A couple of my buddies came over to talk to me as the girls ran to the bathroom. My friend, Ronny, was really excited about Donna taking off her clothes. Ronny is a great guy and was a really good linebacker on our football team. For some reason, he never had much luck with good looking women. He was a guy's guy and just didn't seem to connect very well or for very long with women.Ronny had long been totally enamored with Donna. He was always respectful and polite, but it was easy to see that he lusted after Donna. He never failed to ask me about her.Ronny said, "You are such a lucky guy! If I was you, I would stay up all night just staring at Donna and that unbelievable body. She is fucking gorgeous!""Thanks, man. I like looking at her too!"Ronny continued, "There is no way she can play this game much longer! A girl who looks like that has probably never gone down on a guy. I have never had a pretty girl go down on me. Only slutty girls seem to want to suck my cock. I bet Donna just lets guys worship her tremendous body. I know that is what I would do if I ever had a girl like her."I noticed that several guys were standing around listening to our conversation. I was feeling pretty proud of myself for having such a hot girl (as if I had anything to do with it). Donna was clearly the sexiest girl in the room. I looked around to make sure none of the girls could hear me, and said; "This is going to drive you crazy, Ronny. Donna is not only beautiful, she loves to suck my cock! She is great at it. I don't know how often she did it with other boyfriends back home before college, but she has no gag reflex and her blow jobs are incredible. She can deep throat a big cock with ease. I love to watch her swallow my cock."Ronny gulped and looked like he was about to cum just thinking about what I told him.As I laughed at Ronny's reaction, I looked up to see that Josh had heard my comments about Donna sucking cock. As you may remember, Josh was a teammate of ours on the football team, but among my friends, he was considered an arrogant asshole. He had a smirk on his face as he said, "I figured that anyone who dated you would be a cock whore."As he said that, Josh turned and headed toward the bathroom where the girls were still waiting in line. I tried to call out to Josh to tell him to go fuck himself, but he either ignored me or didn't hear me.In my drunken state, I did not pay too much attention to Josh. Actually, I never paid too much attention to Josh. I considered him to be a rather slimy loser.

Busty girlfriend plays a sexy party game.In 3 parts, based on a post by ret 123. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. About DonnaLate April of 1996 and I'm still in bed. I'm watching the girl I love getting ready for her day. My girlfriend is Donna ‘DD' Kelly. She's 19 years old and spectacularly beautiful. She has dark brown hair to her shoulders and big beautiful blue eyes. No, Donna's middle name is Angela. She's known on the college campus as ‘DD' because of her bountiful bosom, as in 34 Double D bra size.My name is Joe. I'm 21 and a college senior.I was crazy about Donna since we first met. I was happy just to look at her. I was willing to do most anything to make her happy. I had never felt like that before. Luckily, she seemed to love me too. We attend a small state college in a rural midwestern county seat.We just finished our morning ritual. Donna would get up and shower. I did not have an early class, so I would stay in bed. Donna would then dry her hair, brush her teeth and put on a little bit of make-up while wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Sometimes, she would wear a half-slip too.Donna would leave the bathroom door open, so I could watch her get into and out of the shower. Then, she would slip on her panties and hoist her magnificent tits into her size 34 F bra. One of my favorite things in all the world was watching Donna put on or take off her bra. Her tits would sway and jiggle as she stretched her bra around them and hooked it in the back. I always thought the stretchy material on the side and back of her bra looked like it was at its limit when her bra was hooked.Every morning, I would watch her with a hard cock. She looked great in just her underwear. Her big soft tits would jiggle as she got ready. I had a nice side view of them most of the time. Her tits were firm round and spectacular. Her stomach and ass were slim, like you would normally see on a 5 foot 6 young teenager.When she was ready to get dressed, Donna would come back to bed. Every morning, she would take off her panties beside the bed and crawl onto her knees, on top of me, with a big horny smile on her face.Without any typical foreplay, she would gently grab my hard cock and insert it in her already wet cunt. She would then ride me like a cowgirl until we both came. She got horny just from being watched by me.Incredibly for me, she would sit up and lean forward giving me a perfect view of her huge bouncing tits as she fucked me. Even with a bra on, her tits would jiggle, heave and sway. I never knew if she enjoyed giving me the show or if she could tell that I loved to look at her huge bouncing tits; or both. Either way, it was great. She would then hop out of bed, put on her dress and head to class with her cunt full of cum.My cock is a more than ample 8 inches long and fairly thick. Most every woman I have had sex, with had a hard time taking my cock unless they were very wet. Some had to use a lube to be comfortable. Donna was so ready to have sex each morning she would just slide it right into her tight 19 year old sophomore cunt.Once it occurred to me that she was wet as soon as she came back to bed each morning, I decided that she must get turned on by having me watch her or she got wet just thinking about getting fucked each morning. Either way, I thought it was hot.Today, after we finished fucking, Donna jumped out of bed and was putting on her dress. As she did, she said, "Darling, Sylvia and Diane have invited us to a May Day party this weekend. I told them we would come. I hope that is alright."I replied, "Sure. That will be fine.""Good. They were hoping that you would invite some of your football buddies to come to the party. Sylvia and Diane are trying to meet some new guys.""Sure, " I said, "No problem. Tell them to buy lots of beer if my friends are coming."Sylvia was one of Donna's good friends and Diane was Donna's older sister. Sylvia was cute, funny and known to be quite wild. Both girls were looking for new boyfriends.Diane was a year older than Donna and looked a bit like a librarian. She was shorter than Donna, wore glasses, had short brown hair and seemed like a fairly religious, conservative person. However, you could tell they were sisters if you looked at Diane's chest. Her tits were at least as big as Donna's. They might have been slightly bigger than Donna's F cups. However, Diane was shorter, 5 foot 3; and always wore baggy, conservative clothes. With her shorter frame and conservative clothes, Diane did not do anything to show off her big chest. Diane also had a bubble ass, yet her waist was small and firm.Recruiting PlayersDonna got a serious, rather worried look on her face and looked me right in the eye. She said, "Darling, there is one more thing that I need to discuss with you. Sylvia and Diane want to play a party game at their party and they really want me to play."I was thinking of little kid's games and said, "A party game? Won't that be sort of lame?"Donna hesitated and said, "Well; I don't know. Sylvia came up with this game called baseball from somewhere; and you know how Sylvia is. It will probably involve drinking and or someone taking off their clothes. Sylvia insists that I agree to play; and Diane said she won't unless I do."“Diane? Drinking and stripping?" I asked. “And why do they care if you play?" I was now curious.Donna looked a little bit shy and said, "Oh, God! This is embarrassing, but Sylvia said they want a lot of guys to play and they think more guys will play if they think they may get to see my tits.""How would anyone see your tits?" I asked.Donna explained, "The game involves drinking, stripping or other things when various things happen in a baseball game on television or video. I don't think I believe her, but Sylvia said that every guy she meets eventually asks her if my tits are real. She also claims that every man we know will do anything if he thinks he will get to see my tits. I think she is exaggerating the fascination with my tits, but she thinks that a lot of single guys will get in the game, hoping to see them."I laughed and said, "You do have some terrific tits, but I am not sure I want to see you showing them off. How is your reserved sister, Diane, going to participate? I'm sure no one has seen her tits. What are the other things you have to do in the game?"She smiled, "It is like something a guy would say about a girl after a date. Like a guy might say that he got to second base with his date. In the game, if the other team gets to first base, you have to kiss. If they get to second base, you get felt up. Third base is oral. Home is all the way.""What?" I said. "You agreed to do this with a bunch of the campus guys?"Donna looked worried and said, "Well, yes I told them I would help them out. They told me that you can always drink or take off an article of clothing instead of the sex. Once I heard that, I thought you would let me play. I thought you might take pride in me showing off a little of what your girl has. And you can play, too."I was completely torn about this party game. In some ways, it was arousing to think about my gorgeous girlfriend showing off in front of a bunch of guys. My cock was hard as she told me about it. Even though Donna's body was spectacular, she dressed rather modestly most of the time. She and her sister had been raised in a religious home, on a farm. They go to church every Sunday.I was secretly excited about the prospect of Donna showing off in front of a bunch of our college friends. On the other hand, I was madly in love with Donna and felt possessive about her. I wanted her all to myself. I didn't know what to say.Finally, I just agreed to do what Donna wanted to do. I wasn't capable of saying anything that might disappoint or upset her.So, I said, "Darling, if you want to play, you can play. But I don't want you to act too frisky. Just tease the guys about what we have. Quit when it goes past that. Are those rules okay with you?""Oh, thank you baby! Sylvia and Diane will be so happy!"She gave me a big kiss and headed out to class.I knew that what Sylvia had told Donna about guys asking about Donna's tits was probably true. Most guys who saw her asked me about her tits, too. They were nearly too good to be true. Her massive firm tits were on a skinny frame that did not seem possible. Most women with large tits were built more like Donna's sister, Diane, who was somewhat thicker through the hips and stomach than Donna.We did not talk too much about the party again until Friday. Donna told me that she was going to go shopping for new bras in the nearest city to our little college town. She had told me that there were few 34F bras for sale in our town. And what she could find, were styles you might find in a nursing home. She had a hard time finding them even in the city.Donna did not have many bras or clothes that fit her. She was flat-chested until she was a senior in high school. She says her nickname was "ironing board" and she had resigned herself to being flat for her whole life. She was even thinking about plastic surgery.Then, in less than one year, she started developing and grew from an A cup to a D, before graduation. Then, during her freshman year at college, she continued to grow from a double D cup to her current F cup. Most of her blouses and bras did not come close to fitting her anymore. As a college student, she did not have enough money to buy a new wardrobe.Donna said that Sylvia and Diane wanted her to take off her top early in the game to get it rolling. Donna was nervous about that and decided that she needed a new bra if she was going to show it in public.I told her that the bras she had were incredibly sexy. She thanked me, kissed me and said with a worried look on her face, "I can't believe I have agreed to do this. I am embarrassed right now just thinking about taking off my blouse in front of everyone I know.""I thought the idea was for Sylvia and Diane to meet guys," I was glad to hear that Diane is finally overcoming her self-consciousness about her buxom sexy body.  "Shouldn't they be taking off their clothes?" I asked.Donna smiled and replied, "They will. Sylvia is convinced that my tits will attract all of the guys. Then, she and the other girls will jump in. I hope you don't get mad at me." Then Donna paused and added; “Why do girls think I'm so self-confident? Hell, I'm terrified by the attention my body attracts?”I hugged her and said, "Donna, you have the body that every girl wishes they had.”Donna's eyes sparkled at those words. It was like I was supercharging her self-esteem every time I encouraged her about her amazing body.“Will you think I'm a cheap slutty whore?” Donna asked.“No, I won't get mad at you. It will be sexy to see you playing the game. Just stop when you need to."I was not so sure I meant what I said, but after I had given her the okay to play, I did not think I could get mad if she played. I was nervous and excited about the game.Donna wanted me to play too. I thought it would be fun to mess around with drunk, naked, college girls. I was looking forward to seeing Sylvia, Diane and their friends in the nude. I knew Diane's tits would be an awesome sight to see, but I did not know if it would be smart for me to mess around with Donna's big sister.I learned more of the rules of the party game from Sylvia who came by our apartment to tell Donna about the party planning. Sylvia had recorded some baseball games and had picked one to use at the party. There would be a girls team and a guys team with nine players on each team. Each team would be affiliated with one of the two major league teams on the video.Each time your team made an out, the players had to remove one of their allotted 4 items of clothing, or drink 6 ounces of beer. Each time the other team reached a base, the girls would pick names out of a hat and would partner up with the guy whose name they picked. Then, they would do the sex act with their chosen partner depending on what base the other team's hitter reached. First base was kissing, second base was getting felt up, third base was oral and home was all the way in the back bedrooms of the house. However, any player could avoid the physical act by either drinking a beer or removing an item of clothing.This was going to result in a ton of drinking for any girl who did not want a gang bang. This was especially true if Sylvia picked a high scoring game. Since slutty Sylvia was clearly interested in the sex part of the game, I was betting that she picked a high scoring game.I didn't want to stop the game, but I had never seen Donna drink more than 3 cans beers, maybe 4. She would be trashed at 4 beers. I doubted if Diane had ever had 3 beers in one night. Sylvia had probably had more to drink from time to time, but not many people could drink the amounts that were going to be required by this game.I wanted to see Donna and the other girls show off their bodies. I was proud to have a gorgeous girl like Donna as my girlfriend and I secretly thought it would be pretty cool if all of my friends saw her stupendous body. I felt like I was a pervert or something since I wanted to see the girl who I planned to marry take off her clothes in front of a bunch of horny guys.I was excited about the game. However, I could not help but wonder if Sylvia's baseball game was going to work.I asked, "Do you girls know how many outs there are in a baseball game for each team?"Sylvia laughed and said, "Enough to get us all pretty drunk and naked!"I replied, "Yeah, each team gets 27 outs. Not many people can drink that much beer in a night. Did you really play this game, Sylvia?""Yes, I played, but I didn't really finish the game. One of the guys may have gotten lucky that night! I, uh; sort of quit early."I asked Donna if she was sure she wanted to play this game with a bunch of people from our college. I was hoping that she would take this opportunity to back out of the game.However, Donna looked at Sylvia and said, "I promised Sylvia and Diane that I would play. Sylvia says the game will be a lot of fun. I hope it will not be too embarrassing." Then Donna pleaded with me; “Joe, I really need your support for this. You have to be there for me. Don't worry, baby. Diane and Sylvia have said that I can quit at any time I want, so I won't have to do too much with the other guys. Besides, I can always drink instead of doing the other things."Donna looked worried to me, but she was determined to play the game to help the other girls. I was pretty sure that Sylvia had the rules wrong, but I was not sure I wanted to see them changed. I was also reasonably sure that all of the girls would soon reach or exceed their limit on beer and would lose their clothes. It was going to be a sexy night.On Saturday, Donna modeled her new bras and matching panties. We picked a white lacy underwire stretch bra. It was unbelievably sexy.As I watched Donna try on the new bras, I was thinking to myself that living with her was like constantly living in the middle of a first rate porn movie. A hot chick was constantly showing me her big tits, or was fucking my brains out. I was having a hard time remembering why I had said ‘yes' to the party game, but I knew it was too late now.Donna wore a tight, thin top which was white and made of some soft, stretchy material. The top was not low cut or overtly sexy, but the material hugged every inch of Donna's massive tits and tight stomach. It was awesome.Diane did work-study at the Dean's office, to offset part of her college expenses. It seems the home that the college own for housing visiting lecturers was just vacated. Diane was tasked with getting contractors to service the home. The crews were starting on the following Monday, so until then we had a party house!When we arrived at the house Sylvia and Diane had access to, we saw that a big crowd was starting to gather. Loud music was playing and the liquor was flowing. It was still early in the afternoon.Donna and the other girls who were planning to play the baseball game were drinking heavily, trying to get up their courage. I warned against this, but the nervous girls ignored my advice. Donna and Sylvia pointed out the other girls who were going to play. There was also a growing list in both ‘bull pens', in case someone quits. My friend Ronny was the guys' team captain. Sylvia was the girls' captain.Several were cute girls that I had seen around college. One was a pleasant surprise. Angie was going to play.Angie was a year or two older than Donna. Before Donna came to the campus, Angie was the hottest girl on campus. She looked like a runway model except she had bigger tits than a fashion model would. Actually, my friends and I decided that she looked like a young Kate Upton, one of the swimsuit models for Sports Illustrated. She was beautiful. She was blonde, slim, pretty and sexy.‘Dee Dee' Donna told me that guys were too intimidated by Angie's beauty, and that she actually did not have many dates. She also told me that Angie had always wanted to go out with me. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me, but it was pretty frustrating to hear that after lusting after Angie for a couple of years

Our first date is full of missed cues.By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“I actually don't have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that's not what- I didn't mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”From the first moment I saw her, I had a major crush. She worked in the mail room on campus. She just had the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I wasn't alone in my crush though. Basically everyone on campus was in love with her. Her name was Rachel and a few said she looked vaguely like Rachel McAdams. I later learned she had made herself look more like McAdams on purpose. Starting in high school, a few people told her about her doppelganger and she was flattered by it, so she started doing her hair the same way and wearing the same bright red lipstick. Unfortunately (in her eyes and no one else's), her body developed to be much bustier than McAdams's.She lamented the distinction from her doppelganger and she resented the type of attention she got for it. Nonetheless, she loved to dress up. By the time we met in our freshmen year of college, she had grown into a flirty, friendly, confident young woman.I, on the other hand, was not flirty or confident (but I did consider myself friendly). I'd periodically go to pick up my packages, and she'd always smile at me coquettishly. I felt like she liked me, but I told myself that she smiled at everyone while she was at work. I wasn't anything special. Until the day that I was.Visiting the mail room was my favorite part of the week. I started ordering things online just to have an excuse to see Rachel. I couldn't decide which I liked better: watching her ass swing as she headed to the package storage room, or watching her tits jiggle as she walked back. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I'm sure she caught me staring. She was especially cute as she tried to handle a package that was large or awkwardly shaped.“Oh, awesome! I've been waiting for this package!” I shared with Rachel.“Oh yeah? What is it?” She asked politely. Her hair was styled like Rachel McAdams had it in the Notebook.“It's this month's.. ” I started excitedly, but then caught myself. “Uh, it's nothing. Nerd stuff.”“I like nerd stuff! Do you cosplay?” I wasn't sure I believed her. Busty babes weren't usually into nerd stuff. They usually teased me about my nerd stuff. Rachel could see my hesitation and was eager to prove herself. “I do! What, just because I'm a girl, I can't like Star Wars? Just because I wear cute sundresses means I can't like cosplay? Just because my tits are 30G means I can't wear a Pokemon underwear set?” She stopped suddenly and blushed. I don't think she meant to make such a candid admission.I was stunned into silence. I couldn't help but glance down at her impressive cleavage popping out of her sundress and wonder what a Pokemon bra would look like. When I looked back up, Rachel was tracking my pupils and it was my turn to blush at getting caught checking her out.“Uh, ok, fair enough. The package is from one of those monthly subscription sites. This month is supposed to be Japanese-themed. There's supposed to be a bunch of anime collectibles, DVDs, and t-shirts.”“Oh, cool! Can I see?” Rachel asked as she leaned forward onto her elbows on the counter. It was difficult to not get caught staring at her cleavage again when she put it right in my eyeline, next to the box.“Um, sure.” I started fiddling with my keys, preparing to punch the tape open with one.“Wait!” Rachel stopped me. “I have a better idea. Why don't you bring the box to my apartment later? We can open it together, and I can show you how much I like nerd stuff…” Rachel blushed, “…and nerds. Can you wait that long to open it?”I couldn't believe my ears. The hottest girl in my college life wanted me to come over to her apartment? Did she just ask me on a date? “Su- sure.” I stammered. “Uh, what time?”“8:00?” she suggested. “I'll order Japanese take out and we can watch one of the Anime' DVDs in your package.”I bumbled my way through telling her it sounded like fun, and getting her address and phone number, and I think I may have awkwardly thanked her for the opportunity, as if she'd just offered me a job. I also walked away without my box, and Rachel had to shout me back. I'd kick myself later for being so awkward, but for now, I was walking home on cloud nine.I knocked on Rachel's door at precisely 8:00. I had actually arrived at 7:50, but then I paced nervously in the hall until 8:00. She answered the door wearing the same sundress from this afternoon: a bright red, small-pattern floral dress with spaghetti straps. She gave me a hug and invited me inside.She gave me a quick tour. “Welcome to my apartment! This is the kitchen. It's open concept leading to the living room. OMG one night I came home and my two straight roommates were eating each other out on that sofa!You didn't need to know that, sorry. Um, let's just go to my room.” She led me to the left of the living room, where I was enraptured, picturing what Rachel's roommates may look like and what may have happened after she caught them. “Here we are!” It was a simple room. Queen bed on the left, tv in front of it, chest of drawers and a desk to the right.She took my package from me and set it on the floor, then sat down next to it with her legs folded out to the side. I sat down across from her. She handed me a kitchen knife, and I opened the box. There was honestly a lot of cool stuff in there, but I tried to play down my excitement. I didn't want to seem TOO nerdy in front of this hot girl, and also my focus was pretty well divided between the box and her. There were half a dozen DVDs in the box. Five were anime titles I was familiar with. The sixth I recognized quickly as being hentai. I tried to quickly hide that one, but Rachel snagged it.“Oh! Is this hentai? I've never watched hentai before. Cool! Which DVD do you wanna watch tonight?”My mouth was so dry I could barely talk. “Uh, whichever one you want.”Rachel eyed the other five DVDs but kept holding onto the hentai speculatively. Just then, there was a faint knock at the front door. “The food!” She hopped up, grabbed her purse off the desk, and ran to the front door.Left alone in Rachel's room for a moment, I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I had been holding. This wasn't my first date per se, but it was close. And it was certainly my first date with a girl as hot as Rachel. I looked at her bed and wondered what the plan was for tonight. I had a bad habit of overstaying my welcome at my friends' places, not realizing they wanted to go to bed. I vowed to try to be more socially aware tonight and leave at an appropriate time.My eyes strayed to Rachel's nightstand. There were three small items…perfume bottles? They were all the same exact shape, but in three different sizes. I was curious enough to get up and investigate. As I lifted the first one, I quickly realized what I had been staring at: the smallest of three butt plugs. I quickly tried to set it down exactly where I found it, but I couldn't quite remember where on the nightstand it had been.While I was floundering, Rachel suddenly returned with the food and a surprise bottle of sake. She saw me jump in surprise and guilt. “Ahh, oops!” she said as she set the food down on the desk. “I forgot I had those out.” She hurried over next to me, opened a drawer in the nightstand, and threw the toys in the drawer. “What can I say? Girls just wanna have fun!” Even as she tried to play it off like it was no big deal, the blush on her face revealed a second, conflicting emotion.“Hey, I'm not judging at all! I think college is- well, we're here to have fun, right?” I couldn't think of anything else to say. “Let's eat.”We huddled together with our backs to a blank expanse of wall. It was surprisingly intimate eating from one box or bowl with two forks. Neither of us said much as we enjoyed the food and each other's company.“Ok, movie time!” Rachel announced. “Let's start with the Miyazaki film and see how the night goes. Maybe if we're up for it, we'll watch the hentai later. I'm a bit of a lightweight though, so I might not make it through a second movie.”That decision was a bit of a relief to me. I was nervous enough as it was without trying to navigate the social dynamics of watching animated porn on a first date. “Back to the living room then?”“Oh, no, I'm not sure when my roommates will be home. We'll watch the movie in my bed. Um, shoes off please. And get comfortable, take your jeans off too.”This was an escalation I hadn't dared prepare for. I walked over to Rachel's bed, turned my back to her, quickly shucked my jeans off, and crawled under the covers before she could see me. Rachel crawled in next to me, still wearing her sundress. But I was acutely aware of her smooth, bare legs now touching my hairy bare legs. I could feel an erection forming in my boxers already and tried to shift around so I wouldn't tent the sheets. We watched the movie, but honestly, I didn't retain a single scene. I was too nervous and distracted by the buxom blonde next to me. Pretty early on in the movie, Rachel twisted and turned and fiddled under the sheets and next thing I knew, she was pulling her bra out from under the sheets. It was indeed a nerdy bra, as each cup was patterned like a giant PokeBall. Still, I doubted myself. This is casual, I thought. She's just getting comfortable. It doesn't mean anything.About half an hour later, Rachel paused the movie. She got out from under the covers. “I wanna get more comfortable. I'm gonna change out of this dress. Do you mind if I put on one of the new t-shirts from the box?” I shook my head. “Thanks! Um; just don't look; okay?” On the one hand, I wanted to be a gentleman and respect her request. On the other hand I'm a guy. Also, she winked at me before walking to the corner of the room. I compromised by covering my eyes with a hand and peering between a couple cracked fingers.Rachel was facing the bed as she shimmied the dress up to her waist. I recognized the pokemon printed on her panties as Lickitung. She crossed her arms and pulled the dress higher and higher. Her massive boobs were caught on the fabric until she pulled the dress high enough and they bounced freed. I'd never seen such magnificent tits, even in porn. They were so perfectly symmetrical, so luscious, so surprisingly perky for their size…her nipples were nickel-sized and pink, pointed right at me. I saw Rachel run her hands up and down her exposed torso and then she pinched each of her nipples before putting on the grey t-shirt. The shirt wasn't designed for a woman Rachel's size, so it clung so tightly to her curves. It was scrunched up around her belly, exposing her midsection and the entirety of her panties. Her nipples poked through nicely and I suspected they'd be visible even if they weren't so currently aroused.Rachel walked back across the room toward me, stooped to grab the other t-shirt, and tossed it at me. “Change shirts so we can match!” My body's not nearly as nice as hers, but I work out, so I wasn't shy about changing shirts in front of her. She sidled back into bed next to me and resumed the movie. I soon felt her hand on my thigh. Not stroking or anything. Just resting there. I finally took the liberty of resting my hand on her thigh in the same manner. I hoped she wouldn't get upset and kick me out of her apartment.Rachel did not get upset and kick me out of her apartment. Instead, she turned on her side, wrapped an arm around my chest, placed her right leg between my two legs, and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head to kiss her back, but her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. She had fallen asleep wrapped around me.Rachel was as cute sleeping as she was hot awake. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to wake her up, but I shouldn't spend the night. Although she did have us each change into pajamas basically. Maybe she did want me to stay the night. Would that be presumptuous? I was torn! I also didn't want to be the guy who snuck out before dawn. I mean, we hadn't had sex or anything but still, sneaking away after she fell asleep seemed wrong. Eventually, I decided to try to get some sleep and deal with the consequences in the morning.I woke up to Rachel still wrapped around me, but poking me in the chest. “You're still here?”“Uh” I thought I could stall with a prolonged syllable, but nothing came to me.“Good,” Rachel smiled and nestled into my chest.Phew.“Did we; we didn't do anything last night, did we?” she asked.“We ate dinner, drank sake, watched a movie.”“I mean we didn't do anything sexual, right?”“No! No, I would never!” I was horrified at myself. “No, I didn't mean, not that I would never with you, just that, the situation wasn't, I'd love to, well, I think you're, ah.” I was only making things worse.Rachel patted me on the chest. “Thank you for not taking advantage last night. Just so you know, I also think you're ah.” I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her smirking as she teased me. “I should tell you, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I didn't mean for you to spend the night, although I'm glad you did. I'm just looking for a nerdy friend. Maybe someone to exchange favors with. Oh, that didn't come out right. I didn't mean- I just meant that… I genuinely want to be your friend. But maybe you could help me with my math homework and I could help you with something. I actually don't have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that's not what- I didn't mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”My head was spinning. Rachel wasn't making any sense and I couldn't believe a girl as hot as Rachel could be as nervous around me as I was around her.“Ok, I'm gonna stop talking. I have to work this morning. Is your car here? Would you mind dropping me off?”“Of course I will.” I answered.“Great… I'm gonna go take a shower. Do you need a shower?” she asked.“I think I'm fine for now. I don't have anything going on today. I'll drop you off at work and then I can shower back home.”“Oh; okay that makes sense.” She seemed disappointed.As soon as she left the room, I was kicking myself. Why am I so bad at picking up on hints? That was an invitation, right? Or was it? Is it too late to ask her if it was an invitation?I argued with myself for 20 minutes. She's probably almost done showering by now.At 30 minutes, I decided to poke my head in the bathroom and check on her. I wouldn't look. I would just make sure she hadn't slipped. 30 minutes seemed like a long shower.I walked cautiously to the bathroom door. I poked my head in. “Rachel?” I called.“Finally.” I heard her say.Okay, that was definitely an invitation. “You know on second thought, maybe I should shower here. I think I spilled some soy sauce or something.”“Oh, then you should definitely hop in.”I'd never gotten undressed so fast. As I peeked around the shower curtain, I saw Rachel fully nude for the first time - from the back. My eyes trailed up from her calves to her thighs to her round, well-toned ass (I stopped here for a moment) to her narrow waist to her lithe back. I stepped into the shower behind her.“I was wondering where you were. I need someone to wash my back.”She handed me a sponge, already lathered up in soap. I took my time running the sponge softly over every inch of her back. It gave me a chance to admire every curve. As I soaped her lower back, I was distracted by her ass. Suddenly, she turned around and I was soaping her midriff. I was now face-to-face with Rachel's perfect tits.“You can stare. I don't mind.” I didn't really have a choice at this point. Her tits were glistening, drops of water hanging from each nipple. Rachel bounced her boobs rapidly and water shook off in every direction. “You're a little late. I already washed my front, and I really do have to get to work now.”I was crestfallen. I wanted nothing more than to latch onto one of those perky nipples. Before we ran out of time, I took a step back to check out her pussy. She had a mound of soft blonde curls. Not enough natural blondes grow a bush.“Don't worry. You'll get a chance to play with these one day. I'm definitely gonna need to play with that dick.” I looked down and found my erection pointing up right at Rachel's face. “Unfortunately, we really don't have time today. Which is a shame.” She took a step closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck so she could whisper in my ear, “because I really do enjoy sucking dick. I'm a giver. I love to watch the pleasure and the ecstasy in a guy's eyes. I love to control a guy with my lips. And I love the taste of cum.”I couldn't tell if she was just teasing me, or if she was being honest. I didn't actually care at the moment.Next thing I knew, Rachel turned off the water. “There's an extra towel under the sink.” I watched her tits wobble as she dried her hair. “Sorry, you're gonna have to do the walk of shame in yesterday's clothes. Oh wait! You have your new anime shirt. No one has seen that yet!”I couldn't get any words out. I could tell I was being shuffled along out of the apartment and on with my day. I dressed quickly, as did Rachel. I drove her to work as promised. We were a few minutes late, but she still took a minute to bend into the driver's window and kiss me briefly on the lips.I stared at her cleavage as she told me, “I really did have fun last night. We should do it again. Like I said, I'm not looking for a boyfriend and I'm not really looking to date. But I'd love to be friends and hang out sometimes. And also, you know, the other thing I said.” Her voice lowered. “About your dick.” She perked back up, “Okay bye!”She turned and sashayed toward the mailroom. I drove home to give myself some overdue relief. It had been the best night of my life, if only because I got to see my crush naked. I really needed to offer her help on her math homework.I didn't know what to do. I wanted a second date with Rachel, obviously. I wanted an opportunity to try again - to pick up on the cues this time. I had been kicking myself ever since I had dropped her off at work after our first date. Stupid, stupid! Why didn't I ask her about her roommates? Why didn't I ask about the toys she clearly left out on purpose? She left them out on purpose, right? Why didn't I compliment her body when she changed in front of me? Why didn't I make a move when she cuddled up next to me? Worst of all, the only correct response to a girl telling you she doesn't have a gag reflex is some variation of “I don't believe you.” Is it too late to try that? Could I go up to her next time I pick up a package and say, “Hey, remember when you told me you enjoy giving blowjobs? Well what I should've told you is that I enjoy receiving blowjobs.” For some reason, I don't think that will work as well in the daylight as it would've in her bedroom. Stupid!What was worse was that I still had to see Rachel all the time. I had ordered so many packages just to have excuses to talk to her, and now they were all arriving. I thought about leaving them there to pile up, but I was afraid they'd be returned to sender after a few days, and they were actually kinda expensive. I tried to go when Rachel wouldn't be there, but the package room was only open for limited hours and it seemed that Rachel was working all of them. So, there I was, three times a week, trying to ask my crush for a blowjob, while desperately trying to not talk to her at all for fear of ruining my chances at a second date. It was not going well.“And so that's why I think Next Generation is better than Deep Space Nine.” I found myself saying. I wasn't sure how long I had been talking. Or how long I had been looking at Rachel's cleavage instead of her face.“I hear what you're saying,” Rachel answered plainly. “But what I asked was whether you knew anything about thermodynamics and wave phenomena.”“Oh.” I looked up into Rachel's hazel eyes, which had clearly been watching me get lost in her tits. She seemed more amused than angry though. For the first time today, I noticed she had dyed her hair brown and styled it like Rachel McAdams's character in Game Night. “Umm, well I.”“Stop.” Rachel instructed me. “I think your soliloquies on nerd stuff are adorable, and I happen to agree about Picard being the better captain. But I don't think either of us have time right now for you to try to answer me again with only half your brain working. So, I'm gonna assume that yes, you are good at physics and that yes, you would love to help me with my homework. 8:00 at my apartment again?”I nodded silently, afraid that any big movements on my part might push the stars and planets out of alignment and I'd lose my second shot with Rachel.“Great! By the way, my roommates will probably be home tonight, so get your mind out of the gutter before you come over. In fact, maybe give yourself a little stress relief at 7:30 so you can be ready to concentrate when you get to my place.”I didn't know what to make of that. I nodded silently again, took my package, and walked away from Rachel without a word. My awkwardness hurt me, but I thought it was safer than trying to be cool.After pacing in the hall for three minutes, I knocked on Rachel's door at 8:00 sharp. The door swung open and I found myself face to face with my crush, dressed down for a casual night of studying. She was wearing what looked like a short-sleeved, silk button-up shirt and matching silk pants. Both pieces were light grey, patterned with little Enterprises, Spock Hands, and the words “Boldly Go.” Rachel was barefoot and based on the way her nipples poked through the shirt, I guessed she wasn't wearing a bra.“Welcome! I'm so glad you're here! There's pizza in the kitchen, help yourself. Oh, these are my roommates: Stephanie and Isabelle.” As she led me into her apartment, Rachel gestured toward the living room sectional couch, where her roommates waved to me in turn.

CHEESECAKES! Come see Patrick on tour! CLICK HERE FOR TICKETS! WELCOME THE GOLDEN GIRLS DEEP DIVE PODCAST! Starting from the beginning of the show, each week we recap an episode of The Golden Girls. Along the way, we sprinkle in researched deep dives into something from the episode or The Golden Girls universe! In Season 2 Episode 14... one thing we can say about these ladies: they like to DO stuff. So when the local community theater announces auditions for a play staring a swoon-worthy TV star, three of our girls try out for it. Shenanigans ensue when the actor, on the sly, starts dating each of them without the others knowing. Get ready for Patrick and Busty's, ahem, we mean Jenn's take! Our episodes are researched by Jess McKillop, Patrick Hinds, and Jennifer Simard. All of our sources can be found on our website. Follow us on Instagram and TikTok at @GoldenGirlsDeepDive To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Earlier this week, I posted this on Facebook and Instagram and received quite a strong response - so I'm publishing here as well to hear from my readers. In my recent interview with Tyson Adams, we explored the phenomenon of pornography and its deep, often hidden, effects on men.You might think it's not so different from what previous generations faced—but after listening to our conversation, you'll see we're living in an era unlike any before.Once upon a time, a young boy's access to pornography required either cunning effort—like sneaking into his dad's hidden stash—or sheer luck, like Tyson stumbling across a Playboy in a field.Today, that mediation is all but gone.Youth can now access an unending stream of pornographic imagery and videos—24/7, in any variation imaginable.And the impact has been nothing short of catastrophic.Martin Shaw, mythteller and rites-of-passage guide, speaks to the mythic loss pornography has inflicted on the male psyche:“There used to be shadowy areas in the imagination that contained passageways for Aphrodite, Dionysus, and lusty Pan to emerge through and ignite the sexual experience. However, that requires an imaginal flow, not the oddly passive imprint of negotiated image, downloaded into the mind by a jaded computer techie in Silicon Valley. […] Porn provides the picture—a very limited one—that short-circuits the entrance of ‘the mind's eye' to the erotic imagination. […] In other words, we fail to develop our own erotic imagery.”And now, with the advent of AI, we are entering exponential territory.The involvement of a human woman is no longer required.Busty, “perfect” AI-generated women now have hundreds of thousands of followers on Instagram, with legions of adoring men. AI porn platforms allow users to conjure whatever woman or scenario they desire—on demand.It's a godlike power, exercised within the confines of a false, synthetic reality.I can't help but return to a common thread in many indigenous traditions: that everything has a spirit.When that spirit is extracted, manipulated, and concentrated, it becomes addictive. Think: sugar cane versus refined sugar. Sacred tobacco versus commercial cigarettes. The same for alcohol, coffee, the list goes on.Pornography, in this light, makes a promise: connection to the Feminine.But it cannot deliver.Instead, it offers a ghost.A distorted, addictive shadow of the feminine.So how does a man break free?The path is not linear—and it involves multiple layers.One is rewiring the nervous system: learning to seek self-regulation not through porn, but through practices like breathwork, meditation, movement, and creative expression.Another is healing the shame that clings to so many men's sexual histories. This is the heart of my work in Stealing the Key: Men, Sex, and the Mother Complex.And finally, a man must expand his relationship to sexuality itself—reclaiming it as a doorway into eros, the primal force of life.He comes to realize that sex is just one channel of this vast current, and that when he stops seeking it solely through women—or through substances—he opens to a cosmos teeming with beauty and inherent purpose.If you're a man who wants to begin this journey, send me a DM. ___ I'd also love to hear your comments on this below! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit themythicmasculine.substack.com/subscribe

IDM is joined by a very special first-time guest at the top of the show but discovers they're a little mic shy. A dawg has a SCARY surprise for Othello. O makes a shocking discovery about a BUSTY silly after doing the needful reconnaissance.

Vi gästas av Ellen, som berättar om årets upplaga av den folkmordsfria sångtävlingen, Falastinvision. Claes fick en intervju med Lady Busty om hennes nya bok: "Sagodragqueens på magiska uppdrag" som kommer ut den 19/4. Dokumentären Exist visades på Panora i fredags …och så blir det Nyheter och Det händer förstås! Musik i programmet: Calling Out for Peace - General Knas, Little Lion Sound We Are Here - Alicia Keys Somewhere over the rainbow - Judy garland What's Going On - Marvin Gaye The bitch is back - Elton John Where is Your Humanity - Raspberry Phoenix

Send us a textToday we take a looksie at the killer genre-bending Canadian band, Busty and the Bass, the divisive album Pink Flag by Wire, and the breath of fresh air that is the new song by Sublime, Feel Like That.Follow us on Instagram if that's your thing: https://www.instagram.com/theplaylisterspod/

I caught up with rising Montreal musician, rapper and hip hop artist Zach Zoya, who is currently on tour across Canada supporting jazz group Busty and the Bass. Listen on for a really interesting backstage post-show chat as we discuss artistry, adapting shows for different crowds, hip hop in Canada and Montreal's rich and diverse music scene!Indie Wakeup Call is live weekday mornings on CFRC Radio from 8-10 AM (us specifically on Thursdays). Yellow Brit Road continues apace Sunday nights, 8 PM. We're on at CFRC 101.9 FM in Kingston, or on cfrc.ca worldwide! Listen back to full shows in the linked CFRC archive for 3 months from broadcast.Note: originally uploaded 18 February 2025; reuploaded since I finally have access to the podcast stream again.Like what we do? CFRC is in the middle of its annual funding drive! Donate to help keep our 102-year old station going!Get in touch with the show for requests, submissions, giving feedback or anything else: email yellowbritroad@gmail.com, Twitter @⁠YellowBritCFRC⁠, IG @⁠yellowbritroad⁠.PS: submissions, cc music@cfrc.ca if you'd like other CFRC DJs to spin your music on their shows as well.

Matt and Dennis run through this year's NCAA Tournament with some cutie pies, MR. Big East RT, and Mr. B1G Ellis "Katz" Gill. That's right we let "he who shall not be named" onto the pod.

Caili O'Doherty, Bryn Roberts, Rachel Therrien, Jacob Wutzke, Redline Trio, Busty and the Bass, No Cosmos, No Codes, Sahara von Hattenberger, Peggy Lee & Cole Schmidt, Janel Leppin, Janel and Anthony, Simon Jermyn and Dan FortinPlaylist: Caili O'Doherty - Let's Call It LoveBryn Roberts - Steen's SceneRachel Therrien - Back HomeJacob Wutzke, featuring Rachel Therrien, Bryn Roberts, Lucas Dubovik and Ira Coleman - You Better BetRedline Trio - Douglas FirsBusty and the Bass - Lucky (Song 7)No Cosmos - Devotional FragmentsNo Codes - Dog DaysSahara von Hattenberger, featuring Joanne Kang, Adrian Vedady and Jim Doxas - GalopPeggy Lee & Cole Schmidt - For Ron MilesJanel Leppin - Union ArtJanel and Anthony - Pacific Grove MonarchSimon Jermyn - New NovemberDan Fortin, featuring Madeleine Ertel - Question Song

Bus One has been driving for three whole years, time to celebrate with another Extriviaganza! Featuring a special guest appearance from Busty the Bus Driver! I'm sure nothing bad will happen!

In the 8 AM Hour: Larry O’Connor and Julie Gunlock discussed: Vance’s ‘totally adorable’ young children charm inauguration viewersLauren Sanchez’s outfit WMAL GUEST: 8:35 AM - INTERVIEW - JULIE KELLY - publisher of the Substack "Declassified with Julie Kelly" and author of "January 6: How Democrats Used the Capitol Protest to Launch a War on Terror Against the Political Right" – discussed the Jan 6 executive ordersWEBSITE: DECLASSIFIED WITH JULIE KELLY - SUBSTACK: https://www.declassified.live/ Real Clear Investigations: https://www.realclearinvestigations.com/authors/julie_kelly/ SOCIAL MEDIA: https://twitter.com/julie_kelly2 Where to find more about WMAL's morning show: Follow the Show Podcasts on Apple podcasts, Audible and Spotify. Follow WMAL's "O'Connor and Company" on X: @WMALDC, @LarryOConnor, @Jgunlock, @patricepinkfile, and @heatherhunterdc. Facebook: WMALDC and Larry O'Connor Instagram: WMALDC Show Website: https://www.wmal.com/oconnor-company/ How to listen live weekdays from 5 to 9 AM: https://www.wmal.com/listenlive/ Episode: Tuesday, January 21, 2025 / 8 AM Hour See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Entrepreneurial from a young age, Busty Lush founder Laurel Harrop has always been open to trying something new. Little did she know when starting a successful lighting recycling business that her next venture would involve creating a stylish icon of the non-alcoholic drinking movement. In our conversation, we talk with Laurel about a number of topics related to Busty Lush's first four years in business, including:What drew her into the NA category initially.Why being female-driven, owned and operated was so important to her.How the brand's personality and uniqueness has been critical to competing alongside larger players.What's next for Busty Lush, both on the shelf and behind the scenes.What new channels Laurel is trying to push the brand into in 2025.Mentioned in this episode:Busty LushChambers AustelleRecessWe'd love your feedback!

Mr and Mrs N are joined at home by swinging superstars Busty and Saucy. Get ready for lots of raucous behaviour from this naughty foursome! Giggles guaranteed when the two couples play the naughty Christmas cracker game! Will it just be the crackers that are being pulled? They definitely put the XXX into Xmas!  THIS PODCAST IS STRICTLY FOR ADULTS ONLY! You can contact Mr and Mrs N in the following ways :- Fab Swingers :- naughtycp1 Email :- naughtycp1@yahoo.com Twitter/X :- @naughtycoup1e You can visit Mr and Mrs N's online adult store at the following link :- https://vanillatovixen.co.uk Mr and Mrs N's book "Vanilla To Vixen - My Journey from a Vanilla Life to becoming a Hot Wife" is available now from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. Click on the following link. https://amzn.eu/d/2jKocJO Join Mr and Mrs N's Discord Chat Server :- This is a safe and discreet place where you can chat to fellow members involved in the swinging lifestyle also known as the naughty hobby.  Please read and respect our chat server rules before joining our Discord Chat Server. This service is completely free, there are many rooms to enjoy with fellow members of the swinging community. You MUST BE OVER 24 YEARS OLD TO JOIN THIS DISCORD SERVER. Our Discord server is for social chat. It is exclusively for people involved in the swinging lifestyle. it is not a pick up site or dating site. You must NOT private message other members without asking their permission in the general chat room. The following link is an invite into the Vanilla To Vixen Discord Chat Server. https://discord.gg/ycsSvE7V4j

Our Heroes grabbed some Busty's (not what it sounds like) and settled in to watch Madame Web (2024). Forced to confront her past, Cassandra Webb, a Manhattan paramedic that may have clairvoyant abilities, forms a relationship with three young women destined for powerful futures, if they can survive their threatening present. Madame Web is (currently) on Netflix so put it on and sync it up with the timer on screen and be sure to check us out on Patreon for our next livestream. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

一周心情小记 MIXTAPE Vol.12“我只是觉得你不够努力。”有个朋友对我说。我如何能够告诉她，不努力已经成为重点、整个计划？也就是说，痛心的时候，我便努力地虚弱。就像另一个朋友说，焦虑的时候他就这样做。试着将这当作一种温和的抵抗行为...一周歌单：Intro: Underworld - Black Poppies「 Mon. 」Underworld - Gene Pool「 Tues. 」Rejjie Snow - Arigato「 Wed. 」Scrimshire - Willow「 Thur. 」Busty and The Bass - Things Change「 Fri. 」Yussef Dayes - Tioga Pass (feat. Rocco Palladino) [Live From Malibu]「 Sat. 」Fiona Apple - Why Try to Change Me Now「 Sun. 」Mammal Hands - Living Frost

Join Eric, @WesMoss365, @TimAndrewsHere, @Autopritts, @JaredYamamoto, George, and Greg in their newly extended timeslot from 3pm-7pm as they chat about state capitalism, happy blood, chastity belt hygiene, and much more! *New episodes of our sister shows: The Popcast and The Nightcap w/ Jared Yamamoto are available as well!*

In this episode we learn where homecoming originated from and what an Sooner Swirl is.  A disappointing week 8 including an abysmal performance by UK at Florida.  Week 9 pick'em reveals a vintage t-shirt, a tub o' ranch at Burger King, beer filled hockey sticks, hot dog flavored potato chips, a cool retro uniform design and more!

Nathan and Cristina perform their hurricane Milton prep by jumping on the mics.We hope you enjoyEmail: Feelingsfirstpod@gmail.comInstagram: FeelingsfirstpodTwitter: @feelings1stPod F3LP Blogs RSS

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 John tries to keep his relationship a secret. By seth p. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself."Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal."We need to talk," John said, motioning for Rachel to follow."Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at him. "You can finish the movie after you eat," she said to the kids as she followed John into the downstairs office.He shut the door behind him, but Rachel spoke first."Kathy called.""She did?" John kept himself calm."Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home.""I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."Rachel ignored John's comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have school this week?""I didn't know that, but..." John countered. "It doesn't matter.""So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.""She did?" John was flummoxed."Yes. I already told my mom and she's dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We're all set.""No...I mean, we're not all set." John said."Kathy asked me what we did last night.""What?""You heard me, didn't you?""Yes...what did you tell her?""What do you think I told her?"John shook his head. Rachel wouldn't do that do him.Rachel just laughed."What do you want for breakfast?" Rachel said. She smiled and left the room."I don't want anything," John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report.He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags."Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower.""Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep.""Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt."You shouldn't," John protested. "Last night was..." He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.Rachel had already started the shower. "I...I'm going downstairs to get some...to..." he stammered."I want you to join me in the shower. Please?" she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. "Please?""Why?" he asked."Because I love you silly," Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower.John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he'd already crossed it last night. It didn't matter.Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. "I really need you to get my back good," she said turning away from him.John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode."Don't forget my ass." She winked at him.John didn't. He couldn't imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn't possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them."It's my turn," Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock.They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John's doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed."Let me take care of this for you," she said dropping to her knees in front of him. "It's so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn't know I could feel like that.""Oh...it's not that big...I mean..."John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn't capable of this. Hell, she wouldn't even give him a hand job anymore.John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other's eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes."I'm going to cum," he warned.Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips."Ugh...Oh God..."Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Yummy."John collapsed back onto the bed. "Come here," he commanded.Rachel stood up. "I'm right here.""No. That's not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I'm going to eat you.""Oh!" Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John's body until her naked sex was right over his face. "No one's ever done that to me before."John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John's mouth. "Oh Fuck! Eat me!" she squealed.John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right."Oh...oh....I'm cumming," she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John's mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily.John looked over at her squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?""I couldn't breathe...fuck...that was so intense...that was so good....oohh."They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands."I love you," Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom."Shit," John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. "She really is delicious."Rachel came out a few minutes later. "It's all yours," she said smiling at him. "I'm going to check on the kids and what I've got in the oven."She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John's cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife? What about the kids? She was too young for him!Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. "Uh...Hi," John said, clearly surprised."Hey John," she said. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?"Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, "yes."John's sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania."What are you doing here?" he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her."Don't you remember?" She sighed and stared at him. "I told you I was heading out west for the writer's faire and that I'd be stopping by Sunday night. Don't tell me that you forgot?""I...no...I mean yes. I forgot.""Where's Kathy?""Well that's part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn't matter though. You're always welcome and we always have room for you.""Well that explains a lot," Wendy said laughing. "Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful.""Well, not exactly," John said grabbing Wendy's suitcase and setting it near the stairs. "Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?""She's here? She's cooking?""Yes. It was all Kathy's idea.""Of course," Wendy replied. "I see."There was no love lost between John's sister and his wife. "Come on out and say hi to the kids," John said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.As soon as the kids saw John's sister, they came running in from the back yard. "Hi Aunt Wendy!" they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses."Hi," Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway."Hi Rachel," Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel's barely covered breasts. "Shouldn't...never mind...do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You've changed.""Thank you," Rachel replied. "I do remember you."At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them."John, we need to talk," Wendy said angrily to John. "She looks like a slut and in front of the kids.""I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea," he defended himself. His own anger was rising; or was it guilt?"Okay...Christ, I'm sorry," Wendy said putting a hand on her brother's arm. "It's been a long drive and I'm a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that's how girls dress these days. Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?""Of course," John replied. "Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was going to stay in the guest room but it's all yours. She won't mind sleeping on the couch."Wendy just nodded and took her bags upstairs. John called Rachel in, but before he could say anything, she told him that she was going upstairs to change shirts and get her stuff out of the guest room."That was easy," he said to himself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy?John and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. "It's like having your own live in housekeeper," Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. John smirked. It was a lot more than that.Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked John out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, joking around. John thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of the kitchen for a change.When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room and offered it back to Rachel."No thanks Wendy," Rachel replied. "I'm fine out here and these couches are very comfortable. I'll probably sleep better than you."John hoped so. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her if she snuck into his room tonight. He still didn't know what he was going to do? Just cut Rachel off and find another babysitter? Would she keep quiet? Did John even want her to?John awoke in the middle of the night with a massive hard on. Well, that wasn't quite right. He awoke in the middle of the night to Rachel jacking him off to his full length and hardness."Rachel! What are you doing? My sister is in the next room!" he hissed at her.Rachel responded by taking half his shaft into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down his thick cock, making wet slurping noises. John was unable to protest. The feeling was too good and the sounds of her sloppy blowjob were almost too much.Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock, drool running down her chin. "I missed you today. I felt like we had to keep our relationship a secret with your sister here.""We do," John said as Rachel pulled off her oversized t-shirt letting her monumental tits spring free. "Oh, my God."Rachel got on the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. "I've never needed anything in my life as badly as I need you right now. I was going to ask you to make love to me but all I really want you to do is fuck me," she said pouting her lips for effect."I...Wendy is...you..." John stammered. His cock was impossibly hard and it hurt.Rachel inserted a finger into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. "I need this to be your cock, lover. Your cock is much thicker and longer than my finger and it will pump me full of your baby seed."In spite of himself he crawled over Rachel, squeezing one of her plump boobs as she continued to finger herself. Did she just say baby seed? He had filled her pussy up with his semen without using protection. He hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was on the pill. What if he got her pregnant? She probably already was. This was a nightmare. She was his personal whore of Babylon and he was helpless to stop himself."Please," Rachel whispered huskily. "Be my man and fuck me.""I am your man," John said and thrust himself inside her. Soon they were sucking on each other's tongues as they fucked. Rachel was moaning into his mouth and grabbing John's ass, urging him deeper. Rachel was so tight and warm and alive. He knew in that instant that he would never give her up. They both came together, neither of them noticing Wendy watching from the doorway.Rachel slept with John that night, only bothering to get dressed when his alarm clock went off for work. She took her time pulling on her pajamas and leaving his room.When John finished dressing, he left the room and ran right into Wendy."John...we need to talk.""What's up? I haven't had any coffee yet so don't make it too complicated.""Oh this is going to be easy," Wendy said looking like she was about to unleash the fury of the world upon him."Okay, you've got my attention.""I know that Rachel slept with you last night.""Slept with me?""Don't make me say it. Goddamn you!""I...""I saw you fucking each other's brains out last night. There! Do you understand that?""John strode past his sister and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Rachel and the kids were sitting there eating fruit loops. He stood there for a minute, realizing that his little fantasy was soon going to be over. Rachel stood up as soon as she saw John enter the kitchen, and went over to the coffee machine. Wendy followed John into the kitchen and her and Rachel shared a look. It was a look that said that there were no secrets here this morning. They both turned and looked at John."Go finish your movie, guys," Rachel said to the children. They both took off into the family room leaving only the adults."John?" Rachel asked. It was a question that really asked everything."John," Wendy said simply.John started to sweat. He wanted to crawl into a hole. It was moments like this that defined who a man really was. He didn't want to be a timid little coward who cheated and lied.John went over to Rachel and pulled her against him. Her massive chest squeezed between them, as he looked her in the eyes. "I love you," he said and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him.They stepped apart, holding hands and looked over at Wendy."Well I guess that settles that," Wendy said. "Now, what?""I guess I'd better call Kathy.""She'll be furious," Wendy said."I don't think so. She can have the house. She doesn't even like the kids.""You're being a little simplistic," Wendy said. "Life's way more complicated..."John cut her off. "I see everything so clearly now. I'm tired of doing the wrong thing and banging my head against the wall. I've got to make a few phone calls."John found Wendy and Rachel drinking coffee together in the living room, when he came back. He went over to Rachel and kissed her, sitting down next to her. She melted against him, eyes wide, mouth open."Well?" Wendy asked."I told her I was leaving her and that I was taking the kids. I told her that she could have the house and that we'd work out visitation and that my lawyer would be in contact with hers. For once in her life, she didn't have much to say. She asked who would be watching the kids and I told her Rachel would. She didn't say much more that that, except that she wanted all of my stuff gone by the time she got home.""Where will you go?" Rachel asked."That's the wrong question Rachel," John said, grasping both her hands in his and gazing into her eyes."I just can't...I don't know how to ask what I'm feeling," she said. She took a big gulp as tears streamed down her face."I've just rented us a townhouse. You're moving in with me. You're moving in with us.""Oh, John," she said collapsing against him."Oh, John," Wendy said. "Should I stay and help you pack?""Please," John and Rachel said in unison. Wendy did. John and his Busty little baby sitter made babies and lived happily ever after.By seth p for Literotica

The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 1 Young Rachel wants John to know what he's missing, in his cold dark marriage. By seth p. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash. “Thank you, Mr. Greene.” Rachel smiled in gratitude. “You're welcome,” he replied. “You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you.” “Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for you guys.”Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting John's gaze. For his part, John was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn't meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control. “Okay…I guess we'll see you on Saturday then.” He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything? “Yes. I'll be here at six p.m,” She managed to meet his eyes. “Bye, Mr. Greene.” She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Do all the high school seniors in Denver dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs. “Coming, honey,” he said. “Just turning out the lights and locking up down here.” John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head. John's wife, Kathy, was from a wealthy family. They dated as seniors in college and got married 2 weeks after they both finished their degrees.  Babies came soon after, but Kathy hated the idea of not pursuing her own career. John loved fatherhood and spent evenings & weekends trying to make up for what Kathy wasn't giving them. The following week progressed at a snail's pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John's wife had tickets to the opera and although John couldn't think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow events. The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn't have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it. “H…uh…” John stammered. He started to shake and cough. Rachel giggled. “Can I come in?” “Yes!” he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted.“ He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him. "It's okay, Mr. Greene.” She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her. John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife's benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him? His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. “We'll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?” “Of course,” Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. “Um…would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here.” “Yes. That would be fine.” John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts. At last the show was over. “That was an excellent performance, don't you think?” his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. “Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to.” John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home. Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to Rachel and disappeared up the stairs. John followed her in the door, fished some cash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn't wearing her cardigan. “How were the kids?” “They were perfect angels, just like always.” “No problems?” “Of course not, Mr. Greene,” she said. “They love me and you know that I love them.” John thought that an odd response. “Well…you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself.” “Oh, there's no need to apologize for her, Mr. Greene,” Rachel answered. That was another strange response. John was tired, though and didn't let his mind linger on it. “Are you ready?” “Oh, yes. I'm totally ready.” Rachel grinned at him. John tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her shirt and her tight pants. John wondered if she was ever able to tuck her shirts in. John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel's house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home. It was a beautiful spring night for a drive to Rachel's home in the foothills, outside Denver. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say. Rachel saved him the trouble. “How was the opera Mr. Greene?” John could feel her gaze on him. “Oh it was fine,” he lied. “Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did.” “I bet,” Rachel replied. “I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert.” “How…really…you like the Foo Fighters?” he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands. “Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You're really funny.” “I try,” John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop. “I was looking through your CDs on the stereo,” Rachel finished, laughing. “You always get nervous around me.” There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don't talk about openly. “Don't say that. I…I don't,” John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here? “I'm just kidding with you. You're turning all red by the way,” she replied. John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John's car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop. John's heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel's arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs. “Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John. “Are you okay?” he asked, staring into her big blue eyes. “Yes,” Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away. John's eyes drifted down to Rachel's heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing. “We're okay,” John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes. He squeezed her hand a little too hard. “We're okay,” he said again. Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his. John pulled his hands away as if they were burned. “Let's see if I can get us out of here.” He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel's eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more. John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap. “Please, slow down,” Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time. His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver's side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn't move or say anything. “Thank you,” she said simply, smiling at him and then turned and ran into her house. It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John's house was cold and dark when he got home. “Just like my fucking life and marriage,” John muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed. The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation. John felt like his whole life was turning into a ‘Groundhog Day' and the only thing he could think about was his newly legal babysitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn't a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't about to give up. He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips. “It's about time you got home.” She glared at him. “I…are you going somewhere?” He handed her the roses. “How nice, but they'll be dead before I get home. You've got a black thumb,” she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer. “What do you mean? Where are you going? You know I have to work tomorrow?” “Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars. I'm going to Albaquerque, to my sister's for a few days.” “Why?” “She just had surgery this morning.” “I knew that,” John lied. He had forgotten all about it. “Is she okay? I didn't think you were going down there though.” “I wasn't, but she called and really needs me. I called Rachel already and she'll be here before you go to work tomorrow. I've got to go. The kids are in doing their homework. No sugar this weekend. I should be back by Tuesday evening.” Then, without a goodbye or a parting good wish, Kathy was out the door. “Well shit.” John stared after her for a moment and then went in to see the kids. John and the kids had a great night, playing the Wii and eating way too much sugar filled food and candy. It was the best night they had together in months. He hated to admit it, but he thought it was probably because Kathy was gone. She hardly ever seemed to have fun anymore. The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn't gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. “Damn her,” John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. “What? How?” “Oh there you are, sleepy head.” Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. “We thought we heard you coming down the stairs.” She held out a cup of coffee to him. “Uh…good morning Rachel,” John said, taking the coffee. “I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?” “No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That's yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren't late.” “Wow. Thank you,” John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking. The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. “I'm not sure how late I'll be Rachel,” he said. “That's no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We'll be fine.” “I'll call and order you a pizza if I'm going to be really late.” John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn't wearing a bra. Shit! Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red. “Don't worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I'll cook something up. Just let me know when you'll be home. I love to cook, and I've got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys,” she called into the family room. “Good bye daddy!” two little voices shot out in unison. John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself…life is what you make it. “Okay, then,” John said. “Dinner's on you, if you don't mind.” “I don't mind,” Rachel said, beaming at him. “Have a great day Mr. Greene,” she called after him as he walked out the front door. John turned to her. “Call me John,” he said and headed off to work. John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home. “That's great, John,” Rachel said. “Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in.” “Wow. You really are good,” he said. “Thanks again. You didn't really have to cook dinner.” “Yes I did silly,” Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone. John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight. John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. “Hi, John,"Rachel smiled at him. "How was your day?” It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once. “It was great,” he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. “I'm really glad to be home though.” That was the truth. “Well I'm glad you're home too,” Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house. John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread. Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well. “Thank you. This looks wonderful.” “You're welcome. I'm a little nervous. I'm afraid you won't like it.” The both sat down and started eating. “Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?” John couldn't believe how good it was. “My mom,” she replied. “Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I've taken some concurrent enrollment classes at the community college already.” Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality. “Uh…that might not be a good idea,” he said. “I don't want you driving home after drinking and I don't want your parents to think that we're…partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn't be drinking at all” “I already thought about that,” she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth. John's cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she'd already thought about that? “Drink up. It's really good,” Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table. John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn't realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was. “That really is good,” John said. “How were you planning on getting home?” he asked, changing the subject. “I'm not,” Rachel said simply, taking another drink. “I told my parents that you wouldn't be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning.” “Well…I mean…” Rachel cut him off with laughter. “You are so silly,” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes. “Well, let's finish up, "John said. When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cleared the plates and started the dishwasher. Rachel came down a few minutes later. "Oh, I was going to do that.” “Not on your life,” John said. “The cook never does his own dishes, at least not in this house.” “That's sweet, "Rachel said. Was she tipsy already? John had only seen her drink two glasses but the bottle was empty already. "The kids are already in bed and just waiting for you to say goodnight to them.” “Thank you,” John said, meaning it. He bounded up the stairs. When he came back down a few minutes later, he noticed another open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. He was more than a little uncomfortable having an underage drinker in the house, and even more so since it was Rachel. He went into the family room and found Rachel lounging on the couch. She had a glass for him as well. “Here you go,” she said handing it to him as he sat down on the far end of the couch, away from her. “Thank you.” “Don't keep thanking me. You deserve it. You looked like you had a rough day when you walked in. It's time for you to relax.” She was right, of course. John just needed to relax. Rachel was going to sleep in the guest room. Nobody would ever find out that she was drinking here and it was just time for him to relax. Maybe that was the whole problem with everything. Maybe he was so uptight that it was having a negative impact on every aspect of his life. “You're right,” John said looking over at Rachel. “It was a long day and I just need to relax.” He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. “What do you want to watch?” “Anything.” John looked over at her as she sipped her wine. She really was beautiful, with the biggest blue eyes and most amazingly huge breasts on such a slim figure. His cock started twitching again. John turned his eyes back to the TV. What the fuck is wrong with you John? He started flipping through channels quickly, before settling on Dumb and Dumber. A good comedy was what they needed. “I've never seen this one,” Rachel said. “You're in for a treat then.” They watched the movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, and finished off the second bottle of wine in the process. John didn't realize how much he missed sharing laughter with someone. Somewhere near the end Rachel had dozed off. John watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He was entranced. He couldn't take his eyes off of her nipples outlined beneath her shirt. She truly was beautiful. Now he had a problem. He had to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and John was feeling a little tipsy himself. “Okay…let's find out how much you weigh,” John said moving over in front of Rachel. “Time for bed…can you hear me?” He gently shook her but she didn't respond. “Okay,” he said and picked her up. She was surprisingly light; much lighter than his wife. Of course, it had been years since he'd tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. He didn't think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door on to her ass. John found that thought extremely funny and struggled to contain his laughter. Rachel snuggled against John's chest as he carried her up the stairs. His cock hardened and he knew what he would be dreaming about all night. He managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so he didn't feel the need to undress her. He pulled the covers over Rachel and left the room. “Whew…that wasn't so bad,” John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself. He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again. He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring peacefully. It was Rachel. When had she gotten into his bed? Why had she gotten into his bed? She was still fully clothed and he was too tired to care so he rolled over to the other side of the bed. He did dream about Rachel that night. He dreamed that he could feel her large soft breasts dragging against his legs as she deep throated his cock. He dreamed that he was bucking his hips up, driving his cock deep into her mouth. He dreamed that she was drooling around his cock and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked him hard. John snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were his shorts. Rachel's giant tits were pressing into his legs and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. “No…stop…” he protested. “You have to stop!” This only caused Rachel to grab the base of his cock and take him further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? He was going to cum. She was staring into his eyes and sucking hard; swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was too late to stop. Rachel moaned as John flooded her mouth with semen. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then released him and sat up on the bed. John's eyes were accustomed to the dark now and he could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect than he had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long. “You're still hard,” she said giggling and looking down at his crotch. “I…yes…I mean no…why are you…” John stammered. Rachel shook her head and crawled up over John, letting her breasts drag up his body as she did. It was too late for John to protest. Rachel took one of John's hands and placed it on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. He squeezed. “My God,” he whispered. “You're perfect.” “I'm yours,” she whispered back, kissing him lightly on the lips. She was rubbing her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. He had both hands on her chest now, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. She gripped him and guided him to her hole and in an instant he was inside her. She was so wet and hot and tight. “Uh…Oh fuck you're big,” Rachel grunted. “Let me do all the work.” Rachel rode him furiously, sliding her body up and down his. Her giant, full breasts mashed against John's body. She was so tight. He was going to cum again. “You're…I'm going to cum,” he panted. “Me too,” Rachel grunted, staring into his eyes. Her body started to shake. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she whimpered setting off John's own orgasm. Rachel leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He responded by sucking her tongue into his mouth and they kissed fervently as they finished cumming together. Rachel rolled off of John and they both lay there panting and gasping for breathe. “That was the best sex I've ever had,” John said and then regretted saying anything at all. What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? “I mean…I don't know what to say.” “Don't say anything,” Rachel said as she cuddled up next to John, draping her arm and leg over him. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of his body. She kissed him on the cheek and soon she was snoring again. John fell asleep a few minutes later. To be continued. By seth p for Literotica

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This is the Weekly Rundown, where we discuss the season finale of Mashle and the latest episode of One Piece!If you have any Questions/Topics for the newest episodes of any of these shows, please let us know before Monday & we'll do our best to talk about it!To join the Discord, follow us on our socials (we're on Threads / Insta, Twitter (X), Bluesky / Hive and Tumblr): https://Linktree.com/animedegensThe Degen Videos are on YouTube now! So, Make sure you follow and like the videos over there at https://Linktree.com/animedegensPlease Rate us on your listening platforms and don't forget to tell your anime friends about us! its the best way to support us and we really do appreciate y'all! Thanks for listening!!If you have any Feedback that you'd like to share or have Topics that you'd like for us to discuss on the Degen Episode, Please reach out to us on any of our Socials, Discord or click here!Interested in being a guest? Reach out to Tyler on Discord or Twitter / Threads!Tune in Thursday for the Degen Episode where we will be discussing our favorite anime Dommy Mommys! The women we'd 1000% let step on us.Time StampsIntro - 00:00Mashle S2 Ep 12 (Finale) : 01:54One Piece 1099: 27:47 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this week's Anime Degens Podcast - Dan, Bass, and Tyler discuss the new anime featured on the Weekly Rundown, and the 4th show is up to you, the listeners! We've put together a list of shows, and will have polls on our socials and in discord!To join the Discord, follow us on our socials (we're on Threads / Insta, Twitter (X), Bluesky / Hive and Tumblr): https://Linktree.com/animedegensThe Degen Videos are on YouTube now! So, Make sure you follow and like the videos over there at https://Linktree.com/animedegensPlease Rate us on your listening platforms and don't forget to tell your anime friends about us! its the best way to support us and we really do appreciate y'all! Thanks for listening!!If you have any Feedback that you'd like to share or have Topics that you'd like for us to discuss on the Degen Episode, Please reach out to us on any of our Socials, Discord or click here! Interested in being a guest? Reach out to Tyler on Discord or Twitter / Threads!Make sure to vote on all of our Platforms to make sure the Show you want us to talk about gets picked!!! Our Socials & Discord - Https://linktree.com/animedegens Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Firefly Episode 6 "Our Mrs. Reynolds"/Bunheads Episode 6 "Movie Truck"One's a trained companion gone rouge, and one's a dress shop owner who hosts a book club at her out-of-town friend's house, but both of these ladies are trying to be someone else today. Both must find a way to sneak into/out of vehicle, but opt not to do it by seducing women. Both episodes feature unusual outfits, one made of teddy bears and one made for a gun. Some of our favorite characters face serious challenges this week, but other very significant characters only pop in for a quick sec. And this episode is sponsored by the Dune cup! (It's not really.)If you're wondering wondering what a Dune cup is, here ya go!Want more content? Sing up for our Patreon! We've got 3 tiers of bonus content, including access to our Discord, early extended episode teasers, outtakes, watch parties, and of course, our Angel and Veronica Mars video reviews! patreon.com/bryanandstaceyDon't want to join Patreon? You can access our Veronica Mars content right here on our feed by subscribing for $5/month.Don't forget to check out our music video for "Getaway (Stars Hollow)" from super talented musical artist, The Other Realm. Check out his other music and follow him on social media @theotherrealmmusic.Introduction - 0:00Firefly Episode 6: Our Mrs. Reynolds - 7:31Movies One of Us Has Never Seen - 31:56Bunheads Episode 6: Movie Truck - 43:06Similarities - 1:15:32The Winner - 1:16:01Follow us on social media for more Buffy/Gilmore content, and to see what other projects we're up to!YouTube:Bryan & StaceyInstagram:@gilmoreslayer/@bryanandstaceyTikTok:@gilmoreslayer/@bryan.and.staceyTwitter:@gilmoreslayer/@bryanandstaceyFacebook:Buffy the Gilmore Slayer/Bryan & StaceyEmail us at: bryanandstaceyreviews@gmail.comWebsite: bryanandstacey.comTheme song written and performed by @louiearonowitzSupport the show

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All Hail Unicron: Episode 6969 INTRODUCTION   Anybody Get Anything? Movie/Show News    Third party: They're robots, they're toys, they're Legends class. Robot Toys legends scale BW Primal and Megatron https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/21/robot-toys-rt-01-caesar-legends-scale-optimus-primal-color-prototype-502452   They're mecha, it's an invasion, and it's almost 18" tall. Mecha Invasion Giant Legion aka Devastator https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/22/mecha-invasion-giant-legion-g1-devastator-prototype-images-502483   He's big, he's blue, he's ocular maxy. MMC Ocular Max PS-23 Igris, aka MP Hot Spot production sample https://www.facebook.com/DaimChocReports/posts/pfbid02atRGkkLp1EEiEDwmiPqBegyQpt55Awk1yrCmicRpRoH6pXmAh2S4PWQgMevNr8E6l   He's fantasmo-ic, he doesn't transform, he's a Prime. Fantasmo Studio FS-01 Elite  https://www.facebook.com/DaimChocReports/posts/pfbid02JdwDiVLgLUrsZWzM3oUH77cWaSZ3ZWfiot1yYgDug6Rq5wWmkepK4SFGzTApQgTgl   He's missiley, he's machiney, he's a repaint and retool. Fans Hobby MB-19D Machine War. aka MP Machine Wars Soundwave https://www.facebook.com/DaimChocReports/posts/pfbid035XPuq877aPujhZ2G2J8tnXzPws33WHuDabGDUPkLeEoESMeYuhtRzqeJW28QVavfl Official: Statue news! Chinese warriors infused with da powa of coppa! https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/12/chinese-warrior-transformers-copper-statues-by-tongshifu-official-galleries-501911 Statue news! But a different kind... RoTB Primal in Peru https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/19/transformers-rise-of-the-beasts-optimus-primal-statue-built-in-peru-502428   Busty news! G1 Optimus Prime bust, not from the Final Fantasy company, but the one with the similar name https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/17/unix-square-bust-generation-g1-optimus-prime-mechanic-bust-official-image-details-502313   Dollar Tree is helping making Role Play Night a little spicier! https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/11/g1-transformers-masks-found-at-dollar-tree-501818   What's overpriced, a CHUG figure parading around as a Masterpiece, AND pre-yellowed all over?! An MPG Trainbot repaint! https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/11/transformers-masterpiece-mpg-07-ginoh-official-reveal-501831   A grumpy first look at Legacy Gears https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/14/legacy-united-deluxe-gears-first-look-502126   A faded, cartoony first look at Autobot Multipack Trailbreaker https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/17/selects-autobot-multipack-trailbreaker-additional-images-502278 An obvious Leader class repaint first look at Armada Galvatron https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/16/legacy-united-leader-armada-galvatron-first-look-502251   A sunny first look at BB Movie Sunstreaker https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/17/studio-series-bbm-deluxe-sunstreaker-first-look-502298   A very G2-ish first look at possible MPM Brawl https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/18/mpm-brawl-possible-first-look-502381   Getting moist over MP-58 Hoist in-hand images. Better than MP Trailbreaker? https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/16/transformers-masterpiece-mp-58-hoist-in-hand-images-502177   New listings found, maybe including some GoBots https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/18/new-tf-item-info-mayhem-bludgeon-ruckus-gobots-pack-united-soundwave-more-502386 Robert is ready with his first preorder of the year for Robertsen's Flagship Megatron https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/20/robosen-flagship-megatron-teaser-annoucenment-502434 Discussion:   A tidal wave of controversy as the preorders for Titan Tidal Wave go live https://news.tfw2005.com/2024/01/16/transformers-generations-titan-tidal-wave-live-502239 Kapow Toys https://www.facebook.com/kapowtoys.co.uk/posts/pfbid03564P271QCQ6FEF8jiiam8qrafgMqEKXZyBEwBBSBC5m6z1pNmn8NjvKCj1qDsy8il Questions:   Email your questions to: Hailunicroncast@gmail.com    Special Shoutouts: Dustmightz for providing the beats for the theme song! Check the Realm of Collectors on Facebook! https://www.facebook.com/groups/realmofcollectors   Everyone who followed us from Shattered Cast Uncut, we are grateful to each and everyone of you for joining us on this journey!   Hosts: T2RX6 http://www.youtube.com/user/T2rx6 Rich “Preordered” H. Oscar Alonso https://www.youtube.com/user/oscarnjboy Robert Duyjuy-sabado-gigante  

最近是卡在“年度音乐榜单”的好时节。新旧年之交，音乐博主们争先恐后地推出“2023 年度之选”，从“一百大单曲”到“Top 10 专辑”，这其中有很多高级平衡术要掌握：本土与海外，质量与数量，私心与真心，既要有主流作品以示自己跟得上潮流，又要加点冷僻作品彰显品味和视野；而年底争着发片的华语乐坛传统让一切变得更加狼狈，年终冲刺“补课”大概早已冲刷了上半年已经模糊的印象。 啊，但是不能免俗地，我也卡在这里。一边看着自己的清单一筹莫展，一边忍不住想调侃同行；一边在心里赞美这样一张榜单价值连城，一边诅咒这些自命不凡的蠢货的荒唐。 不过自己调侃自己总没什么不好吧，就像做榜单的过程，究其本质是自己和自己下棋一样。前几天看到一位很喜欢的音乐写作者在博客上的一段话，深以为然： “要說年度回顧有什麼事令人彆扭，大概就是：你總覺得還沒過完一整年就回顧是否太急躁，但要真的到了下一年大家就頭也不回往前走了。” 说着这样的话，他自己放出了 134 张喜欢的 2023 年专辑。哈哈哈哈哈。 所以这期节目我们就放下压力，一起听歌吧。 （节目标题来自韩国作家金劲旭的同名短篇小说，很喜欢，有点解构《恋人絮语》的意思；我的“年度榜单”在这里，只是拖到了1月中这件事让人扭捏。更糟糕的是，我好像越来越能看清这种扭捏了。） 曲目单： (00:40) Alice - Nous Marchons (03:37) Balming Tiger - Moving Forward (07:34) United Freedom Collective - Ain't No Place (11:32) Busty and The Bass - Starstruck (15:33) Adi Oasis - Serena (19:05) Altin Gün - Su Sızıyor (23:15) Parakuat - Mura (26:40) SOUTH ACID MIMI - 一样不一样 (32:15) Poliça - Dark Star (37:07) Church Chords - Sweet Magnet (41:35) Seablite - Pot Of Boiling Water (45:11) SPRINTS - Literary Mind (49:39) 梦游动物园 - Moth (54:38) MONO/POLY - MAGMA (57:40) Superorganism - Something For Your M.I.N.D. (01:00:26) Julia Holter - Spinning → 选曲/撰稿/配音/制作/包装：方舟 → 主题音乐：Yu Su → 题图作者：I.am_nah, 来自 Unsplash → 题图版式：六花 → 私信/合作联络： 微博/网易云/小宇宙/汽水儿 @线性方舟 → 《周末变奏》WX听友群敲门群主：aharddaysnight

The boys are back in studio to riff on why pornstars are elite at sexting, Lizzo's wild lawsuit, and a guy that spent $14k to turn into a border collie. They also hear from a listener that had a run in with a wedding photoshoot and discover the insanity of NPC livestreams. Hear the full episode AND get instant access to 190 bonus eps for $5/month after free trial at https://www.patreon.com/stiffsockspod OR with Stiff Socks + on Apple Podcasts at https://www.apple.co/socks