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Rachel Steele isn't just another performer she's one of the original taboo MILF creators who built an empire around Red MILF Productions and became a fetish icon. In this episode, Rachel shares the wild story of how a playful backyard photoshoot turned into a contest-winning clip, and how that moment launched a two-decade career at the very top of the adult industry. We dig into everything: the rise of taboo roleplay, the strangest fetishes fans ever requested (yes, condiment play and scuba gear made the list), her journey through loss and resilience, her new path into BDSM training, and the love story that brought her back into the spotlight. Rachel is raw, unfiltered, and endlessly fascinating—you'll walk away with a whole new appreciation for the art, the psychology, and the power behind fetish and taboo content. Support our show by supporting our sponsors! Finish like a pro.

MEET AMERICA'S FIRST MILF. Before the trend, before the tag, before MILF was a household genre — there was Rachel Steele. This week, the legendary performer, producer, and adult innovator joins Dustin to talk about her decades-long career, from pioneering taboo content before it was cool to helping push the term “MILF” into the mainstream spotlight.We dive into her first-ever reverse gangbang for Adult Time, the wildest custom request she's ever received on OnlyFans, and how she continues to reinvent herself in both independent and studio content. Rachel also drops some real talk on how anyone — man or woman — can get into the world of content creation and make it their own.She's a pioneer, a powerhouse, and still pushing limits. This is the one that started it all.Welcome to EP 190: "First MILF" with Rachel Steele.Watch the video version of the show on YouTube YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIuCkOl_XummXVdu1t3XOuQListen to the showApple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/podcast/id1607014303Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5HINKYCFqmamOuCRXmtS3gFollow Rachel SteeleInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachel_steelexoxo (@rachel_steelexoxo)Follow the showInstagram: https://instagram.com/sexparty.fm (@sexparty.fm)Twitter: https://twitter.com/sexpartyfm (@sexpartyfm)Follow Dustin Instagram: https://instagram.com/dustin.rybka (@dustin.rybka)Twitter: https://twitter.com/dustinrybka (@dustinrybka)Sex Party with Dustin Rybka

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Welcome to the latest episode of our Ranking Tarantino Series, where each month we unveil The Church's official Top 5 rankings in a number of Tarantinoverse related categories. This month we will be ranking the Top 5 Fight Scenes from the Tarantinoverse. Joining me for this discussion are Antonio Palacios (Cult Worthy Studios) and Graham Jones (Podcast Nobody Asked For). So grab yourself a tasty burger, wrap your lips around a nice cold drink and enjoy the fucking show!Antonio Palacios:Listen to The Cult Worthy Cinema Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-cultworthy-cinema-podcast/id1589625928Listen to Back 2 The Balcony Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/back-2-the-balcony/id1723629869Listen to The MILF & Me Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-milf-and-me/id1653700795Follow The Cult Worthy:Instagram: @TheCultWorthyStudiosTwitter (X): @TheCultWorthyLetterboxd: @antonalamodeYouTube: @THECULTWORTHYCINEMAPODCASTWebsite: https://thecultworthy.comGraham Jones:Listen to The Podcast Nobody Asked For: ThePodcastNobodyAskedFor.co.uk Follow The Podcast Nobody Asked For on their Socials: FB & Twitter - @NobodyAsked4Pod Instagram - @ThePodcastNobodyAskedFor Become a member of The Church of Tarantino:Follow us on our socials:Facebook / Instagram / Threads / Blue Sky & Letterboxd: @ChurchOfQTPodEmail: TheChurchOfTarantino@gmail.comWe're also on the Rabbit Hole Podcast Network: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://rabbitholepodcasts.com/the-church-of-tarantino/

Geoff and Marie's Good Life: Part 6An Academy of Coitus.Marie's friends take turns to visit her and her husband.Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.When we heard voices from the other bedroom we got up and followed the others downstairs. Marie and Jo were laughing together when we arrived in the kitchen, so lesbian love hadn't offended Jo too much. Marie looked at Kate as we entered. "Hi babe. How was it for you?"Kate smiled at her friend. "I just need to get laid so much. Now I feel so good that I can't find the words to describe it."Marie looked at me. "And what about you?""A gentleman never tells," I said. "Other than to compliment you on your choice of friends. I have enjoyed this evening immensely; but I'm wondering how you ladies would like to end it. Shall I take a quick shower while you pour me a glass of wine and decide?" And I left them to it.I was back downstairs in less than ten minutes, intrigued as to Jo and Kates' decision. Were they orgasmed out, did they want to play together or did they want to try a foursome?Marie passed me a glass of wine as I joined them. I took a sip as Marie explained that the girls couldn't decide what to do for the rest of the evening. She saw the look on my face and grinned at her friends. "Mr. Smarty Pants here obviously has some ideas." She turned to me. "Go on then. What are you thinking.""It might be better if I showed you," I suggested. I put my glass on the kitchen table and walked across to Jo. I kissed her firmly on the lips and then untied the belt on her dressing gown, allowing it to fall open. I reclaimed my wine glass and, after dipping my index finger into the ruby liquid, anointed her nipples with wine. I bent to lick it off as she stood, mesmerized, as her friends watched me."It's my belief that our Jo is a closet exhibitionist," I explained. "I think that she would enjoy an audience while I fuck her bent over the kitchen table."Jo didn't say anything but her pupils dilated even further and she licked her lips while Marie and Kate considered my words. "Is that true, Jo?" My wife purred as she approached her friend. "Do you really want Kate and I to watch while my husband fucks you over my kitchen table?"I saw a flush spread down Jo's neck down to the top of her chest. Fuck! She wasn't even this turned on while I was actually doing her!"You dirty, dirty girl." Now Kate had joined in. "I bet you even expect Marie to touch you while her husband's banging you. Is that right?"Jo was breathing heavily now. I stepped behind her and slipped the gown off her shoulders and cupped her tits as it fell to the floor. "I think that we all know what's going to happen now," I whispered in her ear. "Lean forwards with both hands on the table and don't move." I looked at the other two women. "Take your seats ladies. The show is about to start."Jo took a single step to reach the table and silently bent at the waist to lean against it. She still hadn't said a word. I stood behind her and slipped my hand between her thighs. I couldn't believe how wet she felt. "You've never done this before. Am I right?" She shook her head. ""How long have you wanted to be fucked senseless while other people have watched you?""I was on holiday in Amsterdam, before I met Patrick. There was a group of us and we got high and found a live sex show." Her voice was soft and wistful. "Everyone else thought it was a hoot but," she paused as she remembered that night. "But I watched that woman on the stage as her lover penetrated her and it was the most arousing sight I'd ever seen. I wanted to be her; to do that; to be so free."Now she sounded sad as she continued. "But life's not like that, is it? I didn't want to be a prostitute or a stripper: I just wanted to be able to do what she did, even just once."I slipped off my own dressing gown. "Will this do, Jo? It's only an audience of two, but they are going to sit and watch you being fucked. Two of your very closest friends are going to watch you take my cock. Will that do for a start? Then you can fantasize about doing it with a different audience next time."She had already come at least three times with me that evening and God alone knows what Marie had done to her, so she was already aroused when we started this game. I also had an agenda of my own that this was playing quite nicely towards. I glanced at Marie and Kate to see them staring at my cock as I placed it at Jo's entrance. Jo gasped as she realized that the game was about to get real.I slipped gradually inside her and used my hands on her hips to embed myself balls deep. Marie decided to help her friend's fantasy as I started to pump back and forth. "Look Kate. Look at how Geoff's cock is slipping in and out of Jo's cunt. Look how wet and shiny he is."Kate was genuinely excited too. "This is the first time that I've ever seen two people having sex in real life," she said, breathlessly. "This is so fucking hot. Jo you dirty bitch.""Is this what you wanted Jo?" I murmured in her ear. Two of your best friends watching while one of their husbands fucks you?""Oh, yes," she groaned. "I've wanted to do something like this for so long.""Ask Marie what it's like, watching you fucking her husband on her kitchen table," I told her."Is it, oh!" She gasped. "Marie. Is it hot watching; Oh!" Another gasp."It's beautiful, babe." Marie reassured her. "I can see his cock slipping in and out of you. It's really sexy. Maybe." My wife paused for effect. "Maybe another time you could let us watch him take you up your bum. Would you like that, you dirty girl?"Jo couldn't answer. It didn't take long before I could feel her internal muscles starting to grip as she approached her climax. She was making cute little moans in time to my thrusts and they were getting louder and more urgent every passing second. Eventually she threw her head back and cried out as she hit a massive orgasm. I kept on thrusting trying to fuck her through it, but she was spent. We helped her to a chair and left her to recover.I smiled and looked at Kate. "You next. Take up the position." Then I turned to Marie. "I don't know what you're grinning at. Line up next to her." The two women looked nonplussed for a moment, then hurried to take up position side by side in front of me. I stood for a moment wondering how this could be. Only a couple of months ago I was convinced that my wife had gone off sex, and off me. Then I had a bit of an episode when she was berating our daughter's sex life, and here we were; she and her friend are bent over the kitchen table presenting their naked backsides to me while a spent friend recovers from yet another orgasm as she watches. I was sure that there was a life lesson in there somewhere but, on the other hand, there were two naked ladies anxious to be serviced, so I decided to put existential angst on the back burner and make the most of it.I decided to take my wife first as she hadn't had any cock at all that evening, unless I counted one of the rubber ones from the naughty shop. Either way she sighed gratefully as I guided my cock into her lovely moist tunnel. "Hi honey. I'm home," I warbled as we moved together. I tried to keep count as I stroked into her. After ten, I dismounted. "I'm just popping next door," I explained as I pushed my cock into Kate. They both giggled. Ten strokes into Kate as I admired her shapely bum and then back to Marie. For the next ten minutes all you could have heard in the kitchen was the sound of my belly slapping into the buttocks of the two lovely women in front of me, punctuated by the moans as we all got closer.I was glad when Kate came first, as I was getting close myself and I really wanted to finish inside my wife. As it happened, I couldn't hold back and I spent my load into Marie before she was ready. Jo came to the rescue though, and while I was trying as hard as I could to keep going before my erection subsided, she knelt by my wife and started to rub Marie's clit. Marie was completely unprepared for it and only lasted a minute longer before she succumbed to the inevitable and gracefully collapsed onto the table giggling quietly to herself.That seemed to be an appropriate moment to bring the evening to a close, so Jo and Kate each retired to one of the en-suites for a shower before they got dressed and joined us back downstairs. It struck me that this should have felt really awkward, but it didn't; honestly. We all kissed, rather chastely under the circumstances and we wished them a safe journey home as they left together.I looked at Marie as we held hands at the door. "Well babe." I said. "Are we still a couple?"She cuddled up close. "Nothing that you did or said tonight made me anything but proud," she said. "I asked you to make my friends happy, and you did. I know that every time you make love to them you form an attachment. That's 'cos you're a big softie really; and I love you all the more for it. Let's go to bed. I want to hold you even if you can't make love again." As it happened, I could.On Thursday we had a bit of a lie in {that's married people talk for having morning sex) and then we had a light breakfast as Marie was meeting Jane for lunch. We chatted about the night before, but didn't break our promise to the girls to keep the intimate details private. I was reassured now that Marie seemed comfortable watching me have sex with her friends and I was relaxed about her lesbian quid pro quo. I admit that I was uneasy about something, though. Everything that I had been brought up to believe told me this was wrong. I was still troubled by this cultural indoctrination even though I had no logical explanation for why I was supposed to feel guilty for making two friends happy. Fuck it. I love my wife, and her friends deserve physical affection.Anyway, we changed the beds and put the soiled sheets in to wash then went to get the weekly shopping. After we'd packed everything away Marie went to meet Jane while I went to the pub for lunch. I'd decided I'd had a good workout the previous evening and deserved a treat.Marie was preparing a tagine for tea when I got home; just the two of us tonight, Colin had football practice. "Hello love," I said as I gave her a kiss. "How was your lunch date?""It was okay," Marie said thoughtfully. "Jane enjoys your flirting and she understands that I wasn't offended by her playing along. But." I wondered what was coming next. "But, I'm sorry Geoff," she said hurriedly. "She's just such an awful gossip. She told me things in confidence that I had no need to know, about people who'd be terribly embarrassed if they found out what she was saying about them. I tried to call her out on it but she doesn't seem to care."There's no way that I can invite her to meet the girls; She'd be forever pestering a solicitor, a nurse and a copper for juicy titbits, and I know your suspicions about Angie's;  activities. And if she ever found out about our language classes, it would be all over town in an hour."I was actually relieved. Yes, Jane was attractive and yes, she was young enough to be our daughter, but there was something comfortable about our arrangement with Marie's friends. Even now, I can't really explain it, but somehow it was okay for me to help my wife's friends, but screwing a friend of mine would cross a line. I think that I may be even more broken than I realized.On Friday Marie asked if it was okay if Angie stayed for the weekend. They had enjoyed our previous dance evening so much that they wanted to do it again, if I was willing. Was I ever! I rang to arrange for a taxi that evening and asked if Ken was free. He'd taken us the last time we went out together and I rather enjoyed his company. I have to admit that I was looking forward to finding out if my companions' behavior that night had any; repercussions in his own marital relations.That afternoon, I picked Colin up from school and we discussed his homework, population dynamics and how women's reproductive choices could affect prosperity and economic growth. It was interesting and we lost track of time until his gran called him for his tea. We sat with him and chatted while he ate. We'd decided to eat out later with Angie. Colin's ears pricked up when we explained why we weren't eating with him. "Oh," he said. "Will mum be acting all weird again on the way home then?"Marie explained to him that she and Angie were very good friends and loved each other very much. But his mum had misunderstood and thought that meant that Gran didn't love me anymore. She reassured Colin that she loved his grandad more than ever and we both wanted Angie to have people in her life that cared for her; so we were happy for her to come and stay and spend time with us both.Colin gave me a very thoughtful look before he went to finish his homework. Marie and I glanced meaningfully at each other, shrugged and went to get showered and changed.Angie arrived just after six, as I was on the phone to Linda. Angie dashed into the study to give Colin a hug while I called upstairs to tell Marie that Linda was on her way home from work and would be with us to collect Colin in quarter of an hour. Angie grabbed her case from near the door to go and get changed upstairs as Marie came down to meet her. Colin came out of the study to show me his homework, and he watched as the two friends met and gave each other a loving hug, and a passionate kiss."Oops," said Colin. "Good job Mum missed that. She'd have seriously got her knickers in a twist." We just grinned at each other and then went to sit in the kitchen so he could show me his work. It was a thoughtful piece that contrasted, in a thirteen year old's words, the importance of women to an economy and their lower status in too many societies. Open minded and empathetic, he was going to be a real catch when he grew up. That decided me: I needed to have a long chat with his mum.By the time Linda arrived we were all downstairs. The girls looked stunning. Marie was in a long dark blue dress with a scooped neck, showing her amazing cleavage. Angie was in a long burgundy dress with a split to mid-thigh. Their makeup was subtle but they glowed.Me? Really? Okay: I was in a blue two-piece suit, a shade darker than my wife's dress. I thought it would be nice to coordinate with both my girls so I put on a burgundy silk tie, with an Eldridge knot, to match Angie's dress. Smart brown shoes completed the ensemble, as though anyone would be looking at me!Linda followed the voices to the kitchen when she arrived. Marie and her friend were raiding my wine rack for a nice white to chill in time for our return home. "Wow! Mum, Angie, you both look amazing."My wife waited for a second, probably to see if there were any judgmental caveats to follow before she replied. "Thank you love. That's very nice of you to say so. Your Dad and I really enjoyed our last dance night with Angie, so we thought it would be nice to do it more often."Colin and I joined them in the kitchen as she was speaking and I stood between Marie and her friend with an arm around both of their waists. "Aren't I the luckiest man?" I gave Marie a peck on the cheek and then did the same to Angie. I looked squarely at Linda. "Two gorgeous women all to myself tonight." Linda flushed and I swear I heard Colin snort behind me.The three women went into the living room to chat, while Colin and I tried to find a nice wine for later. In the end, Colin chose a Pinot Grigio for us;  he said that he thought we might enjoy the white pear and lychee taste;  so we put a bottle in the fridge. Seeing as we were already in the kitchen, I took one of my 'special' tablets, making sure that Colin didn't see me. It was one thing telling Colin that Marie and I loved Auntie Angie: I wasn't about to explain that I was taking an erection enhancing drug so that I could have sex with them both all night!Anyway, Linda and Colin left without any drama just as our taxi pulled up. Marie went through her checklist for me. "Have you got your wallet, door keys, handkerchief?"I probably looked a bit insulted. "Yes dear," I sighed."Have you taken your tablet?" Marie asked. Angie gave me a look; at my groin."Yes dear.""Did you remember the condoms?" She fell about laughing. "Oh Geoff. The look on your face."I smiled. "Come on you daft bat. We're not getting any younger."The girls walked together towards the taxi and, as I locked up, I heard a squeal of joy from Angie. "Geoff! You complete genius. You got Ken to drive us." She all but skipped down the driveway and threw her arms around the poor man's neck. "Ken! You're my favorite cabbie. I'm so pleased to see you again." She demonstrated her sincerity by planting a big kiss on his mouth. I'm as certain as I can be that there was tongue involved.I looked at my wife. "I bet you're pleased to see Ken too." She nodded shyly. "I imagine he's your favorite cabbie as well." She just smiled. It seemed to be my night for sighing. "So go and show Ken how glad you are that he's our driver tonight." To her credit, she gave me a lovely hug first and then went to give Ken a big kiss. He also got the bonus of a lovely bosom pressed up against him, as well as a damn good look down a damn fine cleavage.We set off for the country hotel hosting the dinner dance, with me in the front with Ken and my two ladies plotting in the seat behind us. "Do you remember us Ken?" I asked."Vividly." He replied, apparently surprised that I should even have asked."You mentioned, as you dropped us off last time, something about your wife, er, may perhaps be going to benefit from the experience," I said, rather hesitantly.He looked both embarrassed and rather smug. "Er, well yes. She 'benefitted' twice that night and once again the next morning.""Oh, Ken!" Came a chorus from the rear seats."You naughty saucepot," said Angie. Ken smirked. "So did you do it up her bum?" Angie continued conversationally. It was fascinating watching his satisfied expression morph into a rictus of terror as he recalled how Angie had tormented me the first time that he drove us. "Well?" She persisted. "Do you sometimes go 'in' the 'out' door?""You know you're going to have to answer her, don't you?" I observed, as kindly as I could, when I saw his hesitation. "She's relentless, especially when she's interrogating someone about sex.""N, No," he stammered eventually. "We've never done that.""Me neither," she said wistfully. "She has." She meant Marie. "The luck bitch. Do you think Geoff would do me up the bum, if I ask him nicely?""Do women actually like that sort of thing?" He asked warily."Well I don't know, do I?" She was getting a little testy now. "I just admitted that I've never done it. You'll have to ask Mrs. Smuggy McSmugface here."Marie spared him having to ask. "It was an odd feeling," she volunteered cheerfully. "And it felt very naughty." She thought for a moment. "I did have a massive orgasm though. We're definitely going to do it again, but next time we'll prepare better, so that we can do it bareback." She sat back in her seat and looked fondly at her best friend. "I'm sure Geoff would love to do yours too. Shopping trip tomorrow? To get some enema kits?"Ken looked me helplessly. "Are they always like this?"I gave his question some serious thought. "Individually, no; together, sometimes but together with the prospect of sex; always!"I heard some more whispering behind me and I was sure one of the women murmured, "We'll keep that for the trip home." The dirty laughs that followed convinced me that they were on a hyper tonight and, I'm not sure if you'd noticed, they haven't had a drop to drink yet!We drove more or less in silence for the rest of the journey. It wasn't far. I knew the return trip was likely to be; challenging; but I didn't say anything to Ken. No need to alarm him prematurely after all.When we arrived at the hotel, the girls stayed in the back of the taxi until Ken realized that they were waiting for him to open the doors for them. Angie was sitting on the driver's side so he let her out first. I swear that I saw her rub her hand along the front of his trousers as she got out. She bobbed down and looked across to Marie, still sitting behind my seat, "I think Ken enjoyed our company."The poor man walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Marie and stood to attention with a look of resignation on his face as Marie stepped out and 'accidentally' stroked his groin too. She grinned across the cab roof at her friend and said, "Perhaps we should talk about something else on the way home. Do tell us you'll be driving us back tonight, Ken.""Er, Yes Madam, The gentleman insisted.""Oh goody! We love our little chats," Marie beamed.I paid our fare, with a generous tip, and clapped him gently on the shoulder. "It's only a ten minute drive," I told him. "It probably won't be too bad. Probably."

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 Getting Policed & Propositioned. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence. Car 9 So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway! I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate. I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble. In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)? I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college. I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!). I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble. It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you. "Are you alright there, son?" he asked me. I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer." He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?" "Um, I don't have them with me." "I can see that. Where are they?" I paused. "Back at my house." "You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?" I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word. "Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?" I chose my words carefully. "Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?" Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world. The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far. "You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?" "I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in real trouble now, huh?" The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused. Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed. After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9." The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated. "Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" "No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?" "Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out." (I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me). Cupped or Cuffed The cop turned back to me. "Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out here with your dingus in the wind is me. "Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?" "20," I replied. He nodded. "I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you. "Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-" He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop's peace cannot be disturbed, A cop's morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint. I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm. Sunset Driveway I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way. I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn't feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car. Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I'd last had any clothes on, and in that time I'd been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I'd masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this. As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing! Mrs. Robinson I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called. "Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?" I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad's. I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she'd caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I'd have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I'd have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them. "Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped. Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me. "Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?" "Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just;  uh; " "I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?" I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on! "Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it. "What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?" "Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town." Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir. I nodded. "And you didn't get arrested?" "Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though." She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?" "Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides," my cock was slowly rising now, "I just really like being naked in front of people." She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I'd have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!" A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked. "Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again. "It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it." She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I'd have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm. I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me. Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile. I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again. Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked. I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform. I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought. She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face. I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything. After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn't wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself. That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly. My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth. "I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But you're such a kinky guy, I knew you'd be happier giving me a show." "You didn't like the show?" I asked. "Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away." "Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?" She laughed. "I just might take you up on that." We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. "Seriously, call me," she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to. After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house. On The Road To Campus I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn't my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm. My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed. I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there. By Requiax, for Literotica

 Getting Policed & Propositioned. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence. Car 9 So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway! I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate. I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble. In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)? I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college. I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!). I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble. It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you. "Are you alright there, son?" he asked me. I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer." He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?" "Um, I don't have them with me." "I can see that. Where are they?" I paused. "Back at my house." "You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?" I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word. "Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?" I chose my words carefully. "Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?" Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world. The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far. "You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?" "I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in real trouble now, huh?" The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused. Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed. After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9." The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated. "Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" "No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?" "Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out." (I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me). Cupped or Cuffed The cop turned back to me. "Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out here with your dingus in the wind is me. "Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?" "20," I replied. He nodded. "I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you. "Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-" He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop's peace cannot be disturbed, A cop's morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint. I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm. Sunset Driveway I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way. I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn't feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car. Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I'd last had any clothes on, and in that time I'd been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I'd masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this. As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing! Mrs. Robinson I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called. "Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?" I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad's. I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she'd caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I'd have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I'd have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them. "Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped. Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me. "Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?" "Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just;  uh; " "I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?" I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on! "Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it. "What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?" "Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town." Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir. I nodded. "And you didn't get arrested?" "Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though." She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?" "Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides," my cock was slowly rising now, "I just really like being naked in front of people." She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I'd have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!" A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked. "Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again. "It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it." She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I'd have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm. I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me. Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile. I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again. Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked. I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform. I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought. She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face. I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything. After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn't wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself. That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly. My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth. "I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But you're such a kinky guy, I knew you'd be happier giving me a show." "You didn't like the show?" I asked. "Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away." "Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?" She laughed. "I just might take you up on that." We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. "Seriously, call me," she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to. After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house. On The Road To Campus I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn't my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm. My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed. I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there. By Requiax, for Literotica

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Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 1A young man discovers nudism.Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My name is Dave and I found out I'm a naturist.I was a shy and introverted teenager. By the time I was eighteen, the most I had done sexually was to masturbate over the lingerie models in my mums home shopping catalogue.Around this time I also discovered that I loved being naked. This was a good few years ago, before the internet was everywhere; more innocent times maybe. I didn't know anything about naturism, or anything like that, I just knew I loved being naked. It felt so right. Everything was fine for a while; I would spend time in my room naked, with the door locked of course. Then I met my first girlfriend, and even though we got on well, I found I couldn't tell her about wanting to be naked. I even started cancelling dates so I could stay home in the nude. We would eventually drift apart.I started getting bolder with my nudism. I'd go from my bedroom to the bathroom with no clothes on; that sort of thing. I eventually built up the courage to walk around the house naked when I knew no one was at home. That summer I ventured outside for the first time.It was amazing, the warm sun on my naked body. I started refusing to go on trips with the rest of the family, or meet up with friends, so I could stay at home, alone, naked. My parents just thought I was a surly teenager.On one such occasion, everyone had gone off for the day. By 11 o'clock I was laid out in the back garden, basking in the hot sun, idly playing with my cock. I heard a little cough and a female voice say "umm, excuse me, sorry for interrupting" I sat bolt upright, my hands automatically covering my genitals, I looked around and saw Muriel, a friend of my mother's, standing there; an amused look on her face."Sorry for startling you David, I was just dropping off this parcel for your mum, when I saw no one was in I thought I'd bring it around the back and put in in the garden shed."I was too embarrassed to say anything. Muriel continued, "I've known you since you were a little boy, my how you've grown." I think I went even redder, if that was possible,She continued; "I envy you; lying there enjoying the sun on your body. If I had more time, I think I'd strip off and join you. But I must keep going. Enjoy the rest of your day, and tell your mum I'll phone her later."And with that, she was gone. Now, as I said earlier, these were more innocent days, before the big fetish for MILFS. Although Muriel was a very attractive woman, and would definitely have qualified. I just didn't think of her in that way. What I did take from what she'd said, was that maybe being naked wasn't that strange, and maybe I wasn't some sort of weirdo. I was also aware that a bit of me had enjoyed getting caught. My cock hidden behind my hands, growing, rather than shrinking.In September, I went to college and had to find somewhere to live. I eventually moved into a house with three other students; John, Mary, and Suzi. They were a good bunch and we got along well, but I really missed my freedom to wander around nude.One evening we were all very drunk and Suzi suggested we play truth or dare. After lots of moans and groans, we eventually got the game started. It came to my turn and I elected to tell a truth. I was quite pissed and blurted out about wanting to be naked all the time. There was silence for a while until Mary, who I think was even more drunk than me, started laughing and said she thought it was great; and that she thought she was a lesbian; and that we should all be free to be what we want. Mary's confession certainly trumped mine and thankfully took up the rest of our drunken conversations.I was first up the next morning, my head ready to explode. I was making coffee when Mary walked into the kitchen, we both managed painful good mornings, and then Mary said, "Did I really tell everyone last night that I was a lesbian?""Yes you did, and I told you all I was a nudist."When we stopped laughing Mary said, "Right; get them off." Pulling at my tee shirt."Piss off," I said, laughing.Mary stopped "I meant what I think I said last night. It's great you've told us, and this is your house and you should be free to be naked, if you want.""Thanks Mary, I'm not sure if the other's agree with you, though.""Well fuck them! They'll just have to get used to it.""You're still drunk." I dismissed her remarks."Probably, but l do mean it."I sat with my coffee, thinking about what Mary had said. I wasn't too concerned about what John thought. He spent most of his time at his girlfriend's anyway.Suzi was another matter. Both Mary and Suzi were good looking, outgoing girls who were fun to be with. But truth be told, I had a bit of a crush on Suzi. All of us in the house had flirted a bit and made some saucy comments, as any group of young people might. But Suzi had flirted a bit more with me, enough to make me think that the attraction might be mutual. But I was young and inexperienced, and not too certain of myself, and had now confessed my, what some might see as, perversions.Pushing Confessions into Conversions.That evening, I was in the house on my own, sat watching television. I was sorely tempted to strip off, but I dared not. Mary came in and said, "What are you up too?""Nothing much, I'm meant to be studying, but I'm just vegging out in front of the box.""Well if you want to you should do it nude.""Do you think so?" I said, pleaded for her to talk me into it."Definitely, if you're happier that way, then that's what you should do. And anyway your safe, you know I'm not gonna jump your bones."We both laughed a bit at this."How are you feeling about your little confession last night?" I asked Mary."Fucking brilliant! You're my friends and flat mates, and I've wanted to tell you for ages. Didn't mean to do it drunk, playing truth or dare, but I'm glad you all know.""I think it's great and I'm really happy that you're happy. I don't know if this is appropriate, but if anyone gives you any hassle about it, I'll thump them for you, if you want." I assured her.Mary laughed. "Thanks for being supportive, you're like a big brother, but I'm a good scratcher and biter myself.""That could be interesting," I said with a smirk."Fuck off! Anyway, you'll never get to find out. Now; you gonna get naked and relax, or what?"I thought about it. "I think I will, if it's ok with you?""Of course it is, do you want me to go outside while you undress?""Actually I think I enjoy being watched as well.""You Tart!""I know." We both laughed.I'd gotten down as far as my underpants, Mary watching me the whole time, when she spoke, "I've got one concern.""What?" I asked, a little worried."Is your ass clean? I don't want you putting skid marks all over the sofa." She never lack for British wit."Fuck off!" I said, both of us laughing loudly. Mary could be very crass and very funny.There were two sofas in our living room. I was sat on one, naked, and Mary on the other. The evening had been fun, watching a bit of tv, chatting, and generally relaxing.At one stage, there was a bit of a sex scene in one of the movies, nothing to write home about, but none the less, I had a semi erection. I was also dying to use pee. I tried holding it but the full sensation was having an even worse effect on my cock. I'd have to walk past Mary on her sofa to get out the room and would look silly with my hand over my crotch. Eventually I thought, ‘Fuck this, I'll just brazen it out.'As I passed Mary she gave me a hard smack on the bum."What was that for?" I asked."Firstly, you have a very slappable bottom and secondly, you're lucky I didn't slap something else, flaunting that bloody big thing about the place.""Sorry." I started apologizing."Don't be, I'm only joking, now get to where you're going and come back, I think there's an even juicier scene coming up," Mary said, with a big, knowing grin on her face.Around 11 o'clock I was thinking of going to bed, when Suzi returned from a night out. She walked into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks, obviously not expecting to find me naked. Before I could say anything Mary piped up"How was your night, Suzi?""Good! Mummy and daddy were in town, they took me out for a lovely meal. I invited them back but they wanted to get home. Good job they did, by the looks of it.""Oh, that could have been fun," Mary said."Umm," Was all Suzi managed."Now where are you going to sit, next to that lovely naked man or next to this raging lesbian?" Mary asked, giving Suzi a very exaggerated wink."Next to the naked man I think, there's a better angle of view," Suzi paused for effect. "Of the telly." We all laughed a bit and Suzi sat down a couple of feet from me.Even though I was staring directly at it, I couldn't tell you what was on the tv. I was much too aware of this beautiful woman sitting so near to me. I think she'd probably had a few glasses of wine when she was out, she seemed very relaxed and smiley. Even though I was staring ahead I was aware of her looking at me, it made me tingle and caused a stirring in my crotch which I tried, I think none too successfully, to hide by raising my thigh up a bit.Eventually she said she had to use the bathroom, and was going to bed after that. The effects of the wine and sitting on the low sofa meant that she went to put her hand on my knee to help herself up. At the same time I sat forward to help her up, causing her to miss my knee and put her hand slipping off my mid-thigh, and onto my rather large boner, which I had been trying unsuccessfully to hide under my leg.My stiffened cock was in pain from the weight trying to bend it. I immediately yelped and; she instinctively moved her hand away whilst trying to stand at the same time. She lost a bit of balance, which caused me to put a hand on her bottom to stop her falling backwards and her hand to go back again to my thigh, then slipping again but this time merely brushing my cock while her hand sank into the cushion, The bounce made my cock flop up on top of her hand. I pushed forward and she was eventually upright.We both said, "Oops, sorry." Before cracking up into hysterics."Good night Dave, good night Mary," Suzi said, still laughing. "See you tomorrow.""Night!" We both said.“Worst hand job ever!” I said, loud enough for Suzi to hear.After she had left, I looked at Mary, she was shaking her head."That was like a bloody Carry On film," She said."I know, it was mad, her hand on my nob, my hand on her ass, I couldn't have planned that if I tried." A bit brave, and proud of my wit.We both smiled. "Have you had a nice evening, being nude?" Mary asked."Fabulous! Thank you for encouraging me, and making it possible,"Mary smiled, but I think I saw a little sadness in her countenance. "You're very welcome," she said.I stood up. "I'm off to bed now, I'm knackered," I paused in front of Mary, my cock hanging down. "You know it's strange, if I was dressed I think I'd bend down a give you a peck on the cheek to say good night and thank you for being a good friend. But, as it is, it doesn't seem right." I said, feeling all philosophical."Piss off, will you; and take your big dong with you," Mary said, before trying to slap me on the ass again. I managed to jump out the way, my semi flaccid tallywhacker flopping a bit, and went to bed laughing.I lay in bed thinking what an amazing night it had been. My housemates seemed ok, and even encouraging of my nudity; and one of them was a secret spanker, I smiled to myself before having the most amazing masturbation session ever, thinking of what might have been and dreaming of what might be.The next few weeks were uneventful; we didn't see much of John, who seemed of the impression that we were all a bit too weird for his liking. I went around nude whenever the mood took me, Mary slapped my ass whenever she could, which became a standing joke amongst us all. Suzi seemed fairly cool with my nudity, I think, no, I hoped; stealing admiring glances at me. But the prevailing mood in the house was one of academic stress, we all had exams coming up.Geri Finds A Naturist Haven at College.That Saturday I was sat on one of the sofas, naked; supposedly studying, but really daydreaming. I heard the front door open and then Mary and one other voice. Mary stuck her head round the door and said, "Hi Dave, I've got a friend with me, is it ok if she comes in here?""Of course." I replied. I knew Mary had been seeing someone called Geraldine and wondered if this was her.Mary came in with a petite, pretty girl beside her."Geraldine this is David, David, Geraldine."Geraldine's most noticeable feature was her short, bobbed, fiery red hair. I was unsure whether to stand up to say hello, as I would have if clothed. Thankfully Geraldine saved my embarrassment by marching right over to me, arm extended. With a big smile she said,"Hi David, so lovely to meet you, please call me Geri, everyone does, Mary's told me so much about you."I managed to only half stand up to shake hands, lessening my slight embarrassment."Lovely to meet you Geri, call me Dave.""I hope you don't mind us joining you like this.""No not at all, take a seat.""I meant in the buff, Mary told me you might be naked and I was hoping you would be. I use to go on naturist holidays with my parents when I was a child, but it's ages since I had the chance to strip of with others. Anyways it doesn't seem fair, you naked and us dressed."I don't know who was more in shock, me or Mary."So is ok if we join you?" Geri asked."Absolutely, of course, be my guest," I said extending my arm, indicating the sofa. I looked at Mary, most of the color had drained from her face. As Geraldine started to undress, I smiled at Mary, in return I got daggers. I just raised my eyebrows as if to say 'your turn now.'I saw Mary take a deep breath, and start to undress. I averted my eyes a little so as not to gawk. Whilst nudity for me wasn't, in of itself, sexual; having these two attractive women strip off was undoubtedly very erotic to me. I decided there was no point in pretending that I wasn't looking, but instead, I just made polite conversation and tried not to stare.I asked Geri about herself, where she was from, how she and Mary had met. That sort of thing.She chatted away, all the time undressing. Finally she was naked and turned and bent over to fold all her clothes neatly. Now this was an amazing site, her pert bottom and rosy lips fully on show, but I wasn't aroused. Rather, I felt this was the most natural, wonderful thing I had ever seen.

S4 Ep#18 Part 1Want to be a guest on the podcast? Send Andrew a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/member/anonymousandrewpodcastPlease buy me a cup of coffee!Proud Member of the Podmatch Network!SummaryIn this episode, Lynette West shares her transformative journey from participating in the reality TV show 'Milk Manor' to her ongoing path of self-discovery and recovery. She discusses the impact of trauma on her relationships, the challenges of modern dating, and the importance of self-compassion. Lynette's candid reflections on her experiences highlight the complexities of navigating love and personal growth in a world filled with expectations and emotional struggles. In this conversation, Lannette West shares her journey of uncovering family secrets, battling addiction, and navigating complex relationships shaped by trauma. She discusses her struggles with mental health, the importance of self-discovery, and her aspirations for public speaking to inspire others. Lannette reflects on her experiences in reality TV and how they have influenced her personal growth and recovery journey.Lannettes InfoInstagramLinkedinLannettes websiteAnonymous Andrew Podcast StudiosNewly renovated websiteDigital Dating Podcast w/Anonymous AndrewCultimatum Podcast-The Culture of CultsThe Weekend Rant with Anonymous AndrewInstagram: @anonymousandrewpodcastTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@anonymousandrewpodcastThreads: @anonymousandrewpodcastFacebook: facebook.com/anonymousandrewpodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1910498486077283YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@anonymousandrewpodcastLinkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/andrew-peters-a8a012285/X: @AAndrewpodcastGraphics design & promotions: Melody PostMusic by: freebeats.io

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Holy hot mamas! C.J. and guest Tia Hanke-Hills are staying late at 30 ROCK to watch the season finale of "MILF Island" and ponder the line between art and trash. C.J. Arellano is an NYC-based writer/filmmaker who plays in the sandboxes of horror, comedy, and fantasy. His films have played at fests internationally and have won a bunch of awards or whatever. He is fueled by hope, spreadsheets, ube ice cream, his trusty asthma inhaler, and posting stupid bullshit on Instagram stories. Check out his work at CJarellano.com. Find him on IG: @cjlgvaTia Hanke-Hills is a New York-based writer who's been working in advertising for over ten years. She is also an all-around TV enthusiast with a deep appreciation for prestige, trash, and lots of things in-between. Check her out at tiahankehills.com . IG: @altheahh

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 Vivian's new sunscreen has some interesting side effects. By Bearclaw88 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Lawn's all done, Ms. J,” Derek said as he walked from the shed to the patio. He wiped the sweat off his brow. It was another hot summer day and he was spending it doing odd jobs and honey-do's for his neighbor down the street. The forty five year old divorcee rolled on her side “For the last time honey, call me Vivian.” She eyed the tall, shirtless college student from behind her large sunglasses. She really scored some great eye candy this time.“Sure thing Miss; I mean Vivian,” replied Derek. Vivian watched through her large sunglasses as Derek walked back to where he left the mower. She bit her lower lip slightly as she checked out his fit and toned body. She especially enjoyed the view of his back and shoulders. They were her favorite part on a man. She loved the feeling of a strong man fucking her on top while she clawed his back and dug in with her nails. Vivian and Derek had been outside in the backyard for over an hour by this point. He pushed the mower over to the shed and walked back to the house to fetch the garden hose. Vivian was paying well, too much in his opinion, for just over an hour of yard work every couple days. In his opinion the yard didn't need mowing every other day, but she was insistent and willing to pay each time. Derek certainly didn't mind making easy money, nor seeing Vivian Johnson either for that matter. Vivian was in her mid-forties and the very definition of Milf. Shoulder length bleach blonde hair and bronze tan and an infectious smile with a flirtatious attitude toward the young man; was enough to keep him coming back. Vivian's other assets were what really sent the blood flowing down south. She was naturally gifted with large double D cup breasts and a nice round ass. Even though her body had lost some of its perkiness with her age, her breasts hung a little lower on her chest and she did have a slight stomach, she could still drive men crazy. The sun was really cooking now, it was late afternoon and Vivian was overdue on her sunscreen. She sat up from her reclined chair and reached underneath for the bottle. Unpopping the cap she aggressively shook the bottle into her empty palm, she could see Derek watching through her peripheral vision as her tits shook as well. “Damn, it's empty. I better hurry and find another one.” Vivian thought to herself. She opened the sliding glass door and was hit by a wall of cold air. Her skin broke out in goose bumps and she felt her nipples harden due to the abrupt change in temperature. She hurried to the hall closet where all her extra lotions, shampoos, soaps and odd assortment of towels were stored. Searching the middle shelf she picked up a white sunscreen bottle. This particular bottle was of a brand she had never heard of. In fact, she didn't even buy this, about a week ago it showed up on her doorstep with other items she had ordered online. Though the brand was unfamiliar she didn't think anything of it. Just another delivery mix up. This mix up was fortunate for her now. She went back outside, Derek was almost done washing off the mower, she made it in just the nick of time. She sat back on her lounge chair and popped the cap of the sunscreen bottle. The air was filled with a strong aroma, sweet and florally. Vivian couldn't help but take deep sniffs over and over. It was intoxicating, her heart rate quickened and the goosebumps returned. She felt her bikini bottoms moisten as she inhaled more scent. Each breath only increased her arousal. In her newly altered state she didn't notice that Derek was watching her more closely now, mostly out of curiosity, he had never seen her so enthralled with her sunscreen bottles. He walked over and stood next to her, he was becoming concerned now. Vivian was quivering in her chair with the bottle almost in her nostril. “Mrs. J, are you alright?” He asked. Her trance was momentarily broken. She looked up now realizing he was standing next to her. She looked him up and down behind her sunglasses, her bikini was practically floating away at this point. Her horny mind now took over. “Just wonderful my dear. I'm glad you came over because I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind helping me with my sunscreen.” Vivian held the bottle and placed it in Derek's hand. She noticed the immediate bulge form in his red athletic shorts. Derek had fantasized about this very scenario multiple times but was still caught off guard. “Uh ya, sure!” He said. Derek squirted a large dollop into his palm, he too noticed the strong smell, but wasn't affected as she was. He set the bottle down by Vivian's leg and began to spread the sunscreen into his empty hand. Once his palms were sufficiently coated he sat down by her feet and began. Starting with her right foot he began to slowly spread the creamy product up her thick, tanned thigh. Vivian's breathing quickened as his strong hands inched closer to her pubic region. When her right leg was sufficiently covered he filled his palm with more from the bottle and repeated the same procedure for her left leg. Her legs now protected from the sun, Derek moved north. Using a larger amount of sunscreen he began on Vivian's stomach and spread it around in a rough circle starting from her navel. Vivian gripped the sides of her chair tightly as his hands massaged her waist and her hips. He gently moved his hands underneath the thin strings that held her bikini bottoms. Derek sat back upright and picked up the bottle. He squeezed the last of the sunscreen from the bottle into his hand. “There's not much left.” He said. “Then we better not waste it.” Vivian cooed. Derek got the hint and sat down on the edge of the chair at waist height. Vivian bit her lip and began to sensually rub her right hand on Derek's side. Derek leaned over and placed his lotion filled hand on her sternum, right between her tits. “What are you waiting for?” Vivian asked. She was writhing almost uncontrollably in her seat with anticipation. Derek reached out with both hands now and gathered some sunscreen and began to massage Vivian's large breasts. He worked the outsides first before sliding his greased hands under her polka dot pattern top. Her nipples were rock hard to the touch and each gentle touch elicited loud moans from the middle aged Milf. Vivian couldn't wait any longer, she slid her right hand under the leg of Derek's shorts and began to give him a massage as well. All bets were off now. Derek now leaned in and he and Vivian began making out in earnest. His left hand held the back of her head while his right slid under her bikini and began to rub her wet cunt. She reciprocated by more aggressively massaging his rock hard cock and balls. During their passionate foreplay Vivian began to notice that her chest was feeling tingly and warmer than before. The tingles she felt continued to build with intensity until she could no longer ignore it and broke off the embrace of the young stud. “What's wrong?” He asked. “My tits, they feel,” Vivian trailed off as her body was racked with a miniature orgasm. “Ah, ah, uh!” She moaned loudly. Her chest heaved up and down, her hands gripped the sides of the chair for support as she looked down at her chest. Derek's eyes followed hers and both of their jaws dropped. Vivian's breasts started growing larger. Her previously grapefruit sized melons were quickly enlarging by the second. The fabric and strings of her bikini strained and dug into her expanding tit flesh. Vivian's breasts showed no signs of stopping as they reached twice her previous size. There was a few more seconds of growth before they tapered out leaving her with volleyball sized tits hanging heavily on her chest. The small fabric of her top dug deeply into her sides and no longer covered her newly grown nipples. Vivian let go of the chair and carefully cupped the undersides of her gargantuan tits. She nearly came as she heaved them up and down. “Fuck! They're so; big.” she moaned while giving her tits a good shake. Vivian spent the next couple of minutes squeezing and kneading her huge breasts as Derek watched. After collecting herself momentarily her eyes hungrily locked back on to the pitched tent in his shorts. She reached back over and resumed pumping his cock under his clothes. Derek nearly came right then but was able to hold off just barely. He then quickly stood and stripped naked while Vivian ripped her bikini bottoms off. Vivian licked her lips at the sight of his toned, naked body out on full display. Not wanting to wait any longer she swung her legs upward and grabbed a hold of the back of her knees, smashing her legs into her overgrown chest. Derek lowered himself in his knees in front of her glistening snatch. Vivian gasped as he slid his six inch cock inside her cunt. She let go of her legs and let them rest on his shoulders as she grabbed onto the chair above her head. “Oh god just fuck me you fucking stud!” She cried. Derek grabbed onto her hips and began fucking her vigorously. The aluminum frame of the chair creaked and scratched against the concrete patio below as Vivian's giant jugs clapped into each other with each hard thrust. “Keep going! Faster!” She yelled. Derek picked up the pace, her voracious appetite for his cock was beginning to wear him out and the site of her massive tits were quickly sending him over the edge “Mrs. J I'm close! I don't think I can last much longer!” He gasped. “Just a little longer baby, I'm almost there!” It was about thirty seconds later when she let go of the chair and squeezed her tits together, mashing her hands into their swollen flesh and squeezing her hands so tight her knuckles were white. “Ah! Ah! Yes, yes yes!” She screamed as her body was rocked with the best orgasm of her life. Derek felt her cunt squeeze his cock tightly and he let loose as well. His overstimulated penis dumped a massive load into her cunt as he lost control of his breathing and his vision went blurry for a few seconds. Vivian's massive tits cushioned his fall as his exhausted body collapsed on top of her. It took a few minutes for Derek to regain his composure and he sat back upright. “I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back any longer.” He panted. Vivian reached up and caressed his cheek. “It's alright baby, but mommas not done yet.” She then squeezed her swollen tits together while licking her lips. “Do you have another one in you?” She asked. Derek smiled and said, “I think I do.” He reached over and picked up the empty bottle of sunscreen and violently shook the bottle into his hand. All his efforts paid off with two small dollops of thick cream. He felt his genitals tingle and come back to life as he lathered it on his semi limp cock and balls. Seconds later he was rock hard and hornier than even before. His cock was almost pulsating, waiting for release as it pointed angrily at Vivian's face. “I don't know where this stuff came from, but I think we need more” She said. Rachel's Perch Looking out the window onto the scene below, Rachel watched as Derek fucked Vivian's tits with reckless abandon. She brought her voice recorder to her lips and pressed the red button. “First trial mostly successful. Subject experienced intended rapid breast growth as planned. Lactation effect was unsuccessful. Subject libido appears to have enhanced as well.” She paused for a moment. “The male subject is also experiencing unplanned effects. I should look into that as well.” She placed the recorder on her desk next to several pill bottles. She continued to observe and couldn't help but reach her hand down her pants just as Derek filled Vivian's cleavage with his seed. “What are you doing?” Rachel fell backwards out of her chair, her arms flying and sending pill bottles everywhere. Brian stood in the doorway that she had left wide open, a large bulge was clearly visible through his sweatpants. Rachel lie on her back, a look of surprise still on her face and her hand still down her pants. “I can explain.” Vivian's Morning Shower Vivian sat on the floor of her spacious shower. Hot water striking her squarely on her huge tits. Her mind was running at a marathon pace. “How did this happen?” she asked herself aloud. A couple hours earlier her tits had rapidly swollen and enlarged to perky volleyball sized mountains that put most porn stars to shame. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as well. She had just fucked Derek, the young man home from college, out on her back patio. This wouldn't be too big a deal if she had lived in a more rural setting, but she didn't. Cliché suburbia with all her neighbors' houses packed close nearby. What if someone had seen them? Or had seen what happened to her? Derek lived just a few houses down and everyone knew that he mowed her lawn every couple of days. “No, I shouldn't worry about that now.” She said, Vivian carefully stood, the added weights on her chest proving tricky to navigate in the wet environment. She quickly went to work with her loofah and body wash to clean herself of the mystery sunscreen, and Derek's sweat and spunk. Each gentle pass on her large tits sent subtle waves of pleasure through her body. She dropped the loofa and began to lather her soap on her chest by hand. Another orgasm was steadily building as she caressed and squeezed her big tits. Vivian cupped her right breast and lifted it up and down, appreciating its new weight in her hand, she then lifted her engorged nipple towards her eager mouth. Vivian's knees nearly buckled as soon her nipple entered her mouth. It was as if a lightning bolt shot directly into her crotch. She had to sit back down and finish the job manually. It didn't take long at all. She shut the water off and exited the shower. After drying off she dressed in her white cotton robe, after tying the waist she caught herself checking out her new ample cleavage in the mirror. She went out into the kitchen, her sexual romp from earlier had left her parched. She poured a glass of tea from the pitcher in the fridge and went back to her room. “This can't be real, I must be dreaming.” She thought. She drank her tea and lay back on her pillows. The tea's caffeine was not strong enough to keep her from drifting into a fitful sleep. Morning Realities Vivian awoke late the next morning, she was groggy and stiff. The morning light shone brightly through her window. For a moment she had forgotten about the day prior, until she looked down toward her feet. Vivian's eyes bugged out when they set upon her giant tits as they heaved up and down with each concerned breath. She normally kept her house at a slightly chilly temperature while she slept and it was clear through the thin sheet that her large nipples objected to the chill. “Oh god! It was real!” She said after sitting up. After awkwardly using the restroom and donning her robe once again she went downstairs. She brewed some coffee and sat at the kitchen bar. She parted the top of her robe and looked intensely at her new assets. Vivian always considered herself calm during a crisis and this was no exception. A very personal crisis yes but not one she could overcome. “Ok, this is obviously very real and not going away. Something happened yesterday, ” she said while pacing around her kitchen. “Yesterday was normal until, until; the sunscreen!” Vivian hurried to the back patio. The bottle in question was on the ground. She picked it up and examined it closely. There was nothing on the bottle to lead her to think it was anything but ordinary sunscreen. Brand New You! Read the label, strange, Vivian didn't remember buying this brand, or if she had ever heard of it before. A slight breeze brought a sudden chill up and under her robe and she quickly retreated back inside. She decided that she might as well get dressed and plan her next move. “Damnit, none of my tops fit!” she said, frustrated. A decent pile of clothes had grown on her bed and she stood topless and feeling nearly defeated. The cool air and increased sensitivity kept her enlarged nipples hard, her recent wrestling match with her now too small shirts didn't help matters either. She was tempted to rub out a quickie on top of the clothes pile but fought the urge. She rifled almost desperately through her closet once more before noticing one top that had fallen off its hanger and was crumpled on the floor in the corner. It was a red button up blouse with white floral patterns. She had bought it ages ago and accidentally picked a couple sizes too big and forgot to return it. She was thankful for that memory lapse now, even though it was a bigger size Vivian struggled to button the front and had to compress her huge tits to fit. The blouse was stretched and gaps could be seen between the buttons that threatened to pop off. Vivian was now scared to take a deep breath lest she ruin the only outfit that sort of fit. She cautiously made her way downstairs with the intent of researching the sunscreen online. She didn't quite make it to her office when the doorbell rang. “Oh not now.” she said. Vivian hoped that whoever it was would leave or maybe it was a delivery person dropping off a package and leaving. She waited a couple minutes before the bell rang again. “Go away!” she shouted towards the door. Knock knock knock! Whoever it was would not give up. Vivian slowly walked to the door and brushed the curtains that covered the thin windows that flanked the door aside. To her surprise, and slight arousal, it was Derek. Brian & Rachel, and the backstory on enhancement treatments. Life for Brian would never be the same after that fateful night with Rachel a few months earlier. His best friend, Josh, introduced Brian to Rachel, his sister, when she came back home one night. Rachel gave Brian his best (and first) sexual experience of his life. She was different from before. Brian always knew she had a very large ass, his eyes worked and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it either. He had been living in her family's house for several months. They had an extra basement bedroom and knew Brian's home life was terrible. It was her family's generosity that helped him finish high school and start community college courses, it most likely kept him from following the wrong path of substance abuse and crime, which his parents took. For this, he was eternally grateful and tried to make up for it by at least helping around the house since they refused to allow him to pay rent. So Brian and Rachel were well acquainted. She was very attractive, and Brian frequently masturbated to her photos, but he never made any move. That is why he was taken by absolute surprise that special night. Josh had gone to sleep early and Brian stayed up to finish his video game's current quest. Rachel had other ideas, she came down the basement stairs, on the prowl for him. And that is where it got even more incredible for him. The already ample ass of Rachel seemed to be much bigger than the last he had seen her. His first thoughts in the whirlwind was that she had some kind of surgery done, and was showing off her ‘assets'. He had known that Rachel and her friend Tina were webcam girls, they were excellent at giving him fresh fap material and he was all too happy to pay the subscription each month. He had known Tina through Rachel for a couple years as well. At least he knew her before the webcam site. Now her tits had ballooned to outrageous, almost cartoonish proportions. There weren't many porn stars that came close to her size. Another unbelievable person was the guy they fucked in their shows, he didn't know who he was, but his cock; his cock was gigantic. Two feet long and thick as a soda can in the first videos and it was even bigger later on. Their popularity camgirl website grew in the expansion fetish community though everyone agreed that the huge cock was fake. What no one could agree on was if it was a well-made prosthetic, or some kind of special effects. Brian was a part of the prosthetic camp, at least until she came downstairs that night. Rachel produced some normal looking pills for him to take. Tina's mega tits, her giant ass, the monster cock guy; was all because of experimental pills. She didn't say how she came across them and he was too horny and enamored to care right then. She told him before he swallowed two of them that these were new fast acting, but temporary ones. She wasn't lying and a minute later Brian's average penis had grown from 5 inches to a 9 inch hog that Rachel milked dry for most of the night. She left the next day, leaving him with the rest of the cock pills. He tried to hold out and wait to use them for the next time she came back. He never before thought of himself as having an expansion fetish, it all seemed too much in the fantasy realm, he needed something more grounded in reality. But now it was real, and he experienced it firsthand, and he couldn't get enough. Now the bottle of pills taunted him, watching the web show with Rachel, Tina, and then some older woman, also with huge tits, was too much to bear. He stuck with the proper dosage instructions and only used the pills once a day. Jacking off with a 9 inch cock was incredible to say the least. His supply began to run out so he texted Rachel and a few days later a sizable box arrived with more cock pills Unbeknownst to Brian, his daily use of the pills had their toll as well. One morning he woke up to discover his morning wood pitching a taller tent than it should have. His cock hadn't reverted back to its normal size. He spent the entire day hiding from Rachel and Josh's mom Olivia, jacking off at least a dozen times. By the end of the day he was beyond spent. His erection was still stubbornly huge. There was nothing Brian could do but learn to live with the lingering effects of his overindulgence. His penis was permanently large, and the other side effects of heightened libido and having massive loads of cum weren't going away either. Fortunately he was able to hide his new endowment with baggy enough pants. Everything was going well for Brian once he learned how to effectively hide the salami in his pants. Rachel would come back every now and again, fuck his brains out; then leave. He didn't mind though. It was still sort of surreal that there really were pills that could enlarge people. He never really had an expansion fetish before, but now he loved every bit of it. And as far as he knew, Rachel's brother Josh and their mother Olivia had no idea. It was smooth sailing, at least up until, what Rachel dubbed, “The incident” To be continued… By Bearclaw88 for Literotica.

n Episode 521 of The Rob V Show, host Rob Velivis welcomes Jenni Tay as the new co-host, ushering in a fresh and lively dynamic. Jenni's bold personality shines as she shares her curiosity about visiting a swingers club and her playful offer to fly Rob to Chicago. The conversation takes a reflective turn as Rob opens up about his childhood and personal challenges with relationships, blending vulnerability with the show's signature humor. In a quirky moment, Jenni gives Rob a peek inside her refrigerator, adding a dose of the show's offbeat charm. Packed with candid banter, laughs, and unexpected twists, this episode is a great introduction to Jenni's co-hosting role.

Penn, Matt, and Reddi are joined by Michael Goudeau with a big life update he's taking with all the positivity and humor you'd expect. Surprise guest Dr. Rich Ross is also back to talk secret octopus hunts, Penn's essay for the New York Times, an update on the closed Dylan Museum, a dog that runs really fast, playing Folsom Prison, and more.

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This week on The Advice Guys (with Hannah!) One listener is accidentally dating an entire friend group, another thinks their dentist offered more than a fluoride rinse, and someone else might've just sexually harassed a MILF by accident. We've got sisters at war, crushes ruining careers, and a dude wondering if he's the villain in a kitchen-based mom rejection scene. Should you warn a guy you're also dating his best friend? Can you un-grope a friend's mom with an apology text? And how exactly do you tell your friend, “Hey, I want to climb you like a jungle gym,” without ruining everything? Strap in. We're solving problems, breaking hearts, and possibly losing a dentist license or two. It's chaos. It's spicy. It's… another episode of The Advice Guys.  Like Subscribe Follow - Send questions to adviceguys11@gmail.com follow us on youtube @newbergpod https://youtu.be/QmKbq1ZChjw 

JLR's gut and doctors' appointments. How to punish teenagers. The origin of the nickname "hipster doofus." Jeffrey is wearing size 12 lavender-colored shorts. A Utah man who has been on death row for 37 years is now facing execution even though he has dementia. Bryan Kohberger. AI model, Mia Zelu, fools many people. Milf builder. The streaming band, Velvet Sundown, found to be AI generated. Mia has a sister. Fake celebrity scammers. Krystle's uncle had brain surgery. Krystle had a wardrobe malfunction while mowing the lawn. Husband commits suicide after showing no signs of depression. Has JLR talked to his favorite sales girl lately?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

JLR's gut and doctors' appointments. How to punish teenagers. The origin of the nickname "hipster doofus." Jeffrey is wearing size 12 lavender-colored shorts. A Utah man who has been on death row for 37 years is now facing execution even though he has dementia. Bryan Kohberger. AI model, Mia Zelu, fools many people. Milf builder. The streaming band, Velvet Sundown, found to be AI generated. Mia has a sister. Fake celebrity scammers. Krystle's uncle had brain surgery. Krystle had a wardrobe malfunction while mowing the lawn. Husband commits suicide after showing no signs of depression. Has JLR talked to his favorite sales girl lately?

A Utah man who has been on death row for 37 years is now facing execution even though he has dementia. Bryan Kohberger. AI model, Mia Zelu, fools many people. Milf builder. The streaming band, Velvet Sundown, found to be AI generated.

A Utah man who has been on death row for 37 years is now facing execution even though he has dementia. Bryan Kohberger. AI model, Mia Zelu, fools many people. Milf builder. The streaming band, Velvet Sundown, found to be AI generated. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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WHICH HOLLYWOOD ACTRESS OWES THE ENTIRE ADULT INDUSTRY A SERIOUS APOLOGY???She's the ULTIMATE Ginger, and one of the hardest-working legends in the game — Lauren Phillips joins Dustin for her long-overdue first appearance, and it's a wild ride from start to finish. From cam model to full-blown adult superstar, Lauren has built an empire off sheer talent, next-level stamina, and a very intimate connection with her fans — including that time she blew 37 of them for a Super Bowl stunt. Yes, really.We get into what makes Lauren a powerhouse on set, how she elevates everyone around her, and why her work ethic (and Orgasm IQ) are basically unmatched. She opens up about being a MILF, the scenes that push her buttons, her unfiltered thoughts on gangbangs, DP, and what kind of climax actually does it for her in a scene.Oh — and she's got a few choice words for the Hollywood Actress who tanked trust on OnlyFans and owes the entire adult industry (and her fans) an apology. This one's fun, fiery, and full of everything that makes Lauren Phillips tick. Enjoy this long awaited team up. Enjoy EP 181: "The Hardest Working Woman in Porn" with Lauren Phillips.Watch the video version of the show on YouTube YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIuCkOl_XummXVdu1t3XOuQFollow Lauren PhillipsInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/laurenfillsup (@laurenfillsup)Follow the showInstagram: https://instagram.com/sexparty.fm (@sexparty.fm)Twitter: https://twitter.com/sexpartyfm (@sexpartyfm)Follow Dustin Instagram: https://instagram.com/dustinrybka (@dustinrybka)Twitter: https://twitter.com/dustinrybka (@dustinrybka)Sex Party with Dustin Rybka

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the hauntingly beautiful countryside, Kate stands at the crossroads of her life. Having inherited a small holding from her late husband, and accepted that she will end her days alone, she finds herself overwhelmed by the relentless demands of managing the land and livestock.The once manageable farm now feels like a sprawling wilderness, echoing her loneliness and the relentless passage of time. Kate, now in her early forties, grapples with the physical and emotional toll of keeping her late husband's dream alive. Her once vibrant spirit has dulled under the weight of her responsibilities, and the farm's isolation only amplifies her solitude.When a young couple form an agricultural collefe offer to help, offering their youthful energy and expertise in exchange for room and board. Kate, desperate for help and companionship, welcomes them with open arms. Their presence breathes new life into the farm, and Kate finds herself drawn to their vitality and unyielding passion for the work.As the days pass, the three of them form an unlikely bond, each filling a void in the other's life.His strength and determination reignite a spark within Kate, while the young lady's warmth and creativity provide a much-needed respite from her daily struggles. Together, they begin to transform the farm.But the peace they find is fragile, and fate has a way of testing the strongest of bonds. During a particularly stormy night, a freak accident leaves Kate and him stranded in a raging river, clinging to each other for dear life. As they fight against the relentless current, the physical closeness and sheer terror of the situation strip away their defenses, leaving them raw and exposed.In those harrowing moments, a new and dangerous connection is forged between them. A night when everything changes forever. The intense, life-or-death experience has created a bond that neither of them can deny, but also one that threatens to unravel the delicate balance betwen the three of them.As they navigate the emotional aftermath, the lines between friendship, loyalty, and desire blur, and the farm becomes a battleground for their hearts.Twilight of Desire is a dark, romantic tale that delves into the complexities of love, loss, and the relentless march of time. It explores the depths of human connection and the sacrifices we make to preserve it.Kate's journey is one of rediscovery, as she learns to embrace the shadows of her past and the flickering flame of a new love. Will she find the strength to overcome her fears and seize the chance at happiness, or will the shadows of desire consume them all?In this gripping story, the beauty of the countryside serves as both a backdrop and a metaphor for the tumultuous emotions that drive the characters. Twilight of Desire is a poignant reminder that love, like the land, requires both tenderness and tenacity to truly flourish.